Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140210211511/@comment-3293219-20140215180551

Bologra returned to the abandoned house, immediately noticing that the door was off its hinges. The orc knew that something wasn’t right as he drew his bayonet, fastening it onto his arm-brace and stepping inside the house. The house had been barely touched. The Imperials must have been looking for something specific, during their raid, something that wasn’t immediately obvious here.

The orc just shrugged and went into the basement.

''Legionaries must have been looking for mages in here… it’s all they seem to care about, these days. ''

He slowly crept down the stairs, carefully, treading to avoid making a creaking sound, in case any imperials were still in the building. He didn’t fear the imperials, in fact, he’d killed scores of them, back when he and his brother fought with the Stormcloaks but equally, he didn’t want to become a wanted man again.

The grey bearded orc arrived at the door; the suspense of not knowing what was down there made his descent feel eternal. He began to appreciate what the former owners of this house must have felt, if they ever came down into the basement…

The orc looked down at the black door, which was lay, face down. The orc’s heart stopped for a second as he didn’t know how to feel about this. Was this a good thing? The imperials could have killed Larius and that jester and solved all of his problems for him

Could have killed the red head girl to but if that also meant Kaizen was dead, then it seemed like a worthy price to pay.

Though… he then stopped, momentarily, to question that. He didn’t think that about what he had lost to Vidron…

Bologra genuinely feared Kaizen, he wasn’t stronger than the orc but he was far more seasoned than most men ever will be. His peerless combat experience and his ruthlessness as well as that psychotic rage of his, behind his messed up head and he was a force to be reckoned with.

Bologra stepped onto the large, black door of the sanctuary. The fearful pictures, which were painted on the front of the door, were pressed against the floor, so he wasn’t able to see them. It would take several men or at least two Bologras to lift the damned thing and hold it upright, to make the picture visible but even then the hinges had been blown off, so they couldn’t put it back, without specialist tools. The orc didn’t care, though; he liked the door better this way…

As he journeyed deeper into the sanctuary, he noticed that he could still hear mad scrawling. Larius had survived the attack, much to Bologra’s disappointment. He had hoped to trip over his corpse on the way in…

The orsimer stepped into the once ‘great’ hall, now it was just a ruin as the Penitus Oculatus had torn it apart, looking for any sign of the Dark Brotherhood and the Black Argonian who lead it. Bologra stood on the splinters of a shattered chair, causing Larius to jump up, out of his seat and draw his sword. They stared at each other, for several seconds before the altmer sheathed his sword again, knowing that Bologra wasn’t going to attack him.

“Where the hell have you been?!”

“I was… out, didn’t think I was needed.” Bologra shrugged, being evasive as possible.

“Yeah, well you thought wrong! Why don’t you leave the thinking to me? Considering that you’re incapable of doing it yourself!” The former thalmor snapped as he approached him, “the sanctuary was raided by the Penitus Oculatus, the Night Mother is gone, as is her psychotic clown, Kaizen will be back any minute now and you spent the night moon bathing!”

Bologra just stared at him, clenching his fist and putting in every ounce of willpower he had to avoid punching the elf in the face.

<p class="MsoNormal">He’ll get his…

<p class="MsoNormal">Larius stepped away and ran his hands down his face, sighing, heavily. “Where were you, anyway?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“I er… had some stuff that I needed to take care of…” Bologra muttered, still being evasive.

<p class="MsoNormal">Larius rolled his eyes; he knew exactly what this fool had been doing. On a guilt induced, drinking binge…

<p class="MsoNormal">“Urgh… I’ll never understand you degenerates and your constant need to stick together.” He groaned as he turned back to face him, “Nobody is going to miss her, nobody is going to care! She was just another scruffy, street urchin who would likely end up dying in a few years anyway. She’s just one of many, destined to get drunk and go for a walk by the lake, lusting over the wart-riddled genitals of every degenerate boy she saw that evening as she stumbles and falls in. Too intoxicated to preserve herself as she drowns…”

<p class="MsoNormal">That’s not Nepht…

<p class="MsoNormal">The orc grumbled as he managed to stop himself from saying it, barely. It was then that a thought hit him. He’s the only one here… Larius could have died, during the assault. The Penitus Oculatus could have gutted him, smashing his head in and left him dead in the middle of the floor. It was destined to happen anyway, he’d mouth off his stupid ideas and opinions to some orc with far less patience than Bologra, who would eventually grow tired of it and smash what little brains he had onto the stone floor of some tavern.

<p class="MsoNormal">If this were to happen, then that would just leave Kaizen and perhaps the Imperial but he didn’t look like much. Bologra weighed up the odds in his head…

<p class="MsoNormal">Larius turned his back on the orc again, thinking about his story to Kaizen. He had to tell the truth, that they were busy executing his orders at the time. Kaizen was… relatively reasonable, he wouldn’t punish them for this, would he?

<p class="MsoNormal">Just as Larius was coming to some sort of conclusion, he saw Bologra’s big, green hand wrap around his face. It was so sudden, that Larius didn’t have any time to counteract as he wasn’t expecting it. Bologra grabbed hold of the elf’s head and threw him across the room; he landed with a thud and slid across the floor until a broken table stopped him in his tracks, with a sudden ‘thud.’

<p class="MsoNormal">Larius groaned as his back and elbows ached from the impact, the altmer pulled himself to his feet, still too shaken to talk. The former thalmor grabbed hold of the table and pulled himself up, hearing Bologra’s heavy footsteps as they marched over to him.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Wh-what the hell are yo- doing?” Larius stammered as he, shakily, pulled himself up.

<p class="MsoNormal">“You’ve gone too far Larius, that and you’re an asshole.”

<p class="MsoNormal">Larius spat some blood onto the floor, glancing back at him as he put his hand on the hilt of his sword.

<p class="MsoNormal">“The feeling is mutual… ‘brother.” Larius broke out into a rage induced cry as he swung his sword at the orc. Bologra countered it, with his bayonet but this sent a shockwave up his arm, it wasn’t designed to be evenly matched against a sword as every blocked attack put an immense amount of pressure on his arm. The orc jumped back to avoid the second swing and then charged forward, shoulder barging Larius to the floor and causing them both to slide across the room. As soon as they stopped, Bologra raised his fist and attempted to slam it, into Larius’ face. The altmer was quick to react and moved his head out of the way. The orc’s, rage driven punch hit the ancient, stone floor with such force that it sent cracks through the stone as the punch connected, missing Larius’ head by inches. The altmer was quick to retaliate, throwing a punch into the orc’s eye. Larius’ knuckle touched the eyeball, causing Bologra to wince and pull back, reaching for his face. Larius attempted to reach his sword but it was on his right hand side and his right arm was being held down by the orc’s knee. His left arm couldn’t reach it either as he had a pissed off, green giant in the way.

<p class="MsoNormal">Larius glanced around and tried to think of a way to save himself, punching the orc wasn’t going to work, his skin was like leather armour and he was wearing steel armour on top of it. He didn’t have Kaizen’s sick, brutish mind to work for him, so he couldn’t break free. Bologra recovered from the punch, his right eye was heavily bloodshot but he didn’t care, he’d deal with that once Larius was dead.

<p class="MsoNormal">The orc held Larius’ head down, choking him and forcing him to open his mouth as he placed the point of his bayonet in it, he’d drive the blade through his head, slowly. Larius panicked and bit down on the blade in an effort to slow it down but the strength in his jaw was no match to the strength in Bologra’s arm. Bologra forced the blade down as it slowly grinded against his central incisors, creating a horrendous noise that sounded like nails on a chalkboard as the orc’s bayonet grinded his teeth down and carved off pieces of the enamel. The blade slid through the altmer’s weak defences and slowly brushed against his tonge. Larius was in agonising pain as his teeth were reshaped and a V shape was carved into them, tears rolled down his face from the sheer volume of anguish that he was going through as the blade had reached the root. By this point, he was in too much shock to open his mouth and just let the inevitable happen; Bologra’s blade was going to go through his head, no matter how much resistance he put up.

<p class="MsoNormal">The orc grinned as he saw Larius’ eyes well up, believing that he was scared, he knew that he had won.

<p class="MsoNormal">“You like that? You God damn, child killing, piece of shit!” Bologra screamed, in his face, the rage building up as he did and the strength in his bayonet arm grew stronger as her dug it, deeper, into Larius’ mouth.

<p class="MsoNormal">“You think you can do that to people? Take things away from them and tell them that it doesn’t matter!?”

<p class="MsoNormal">Larius closed his eyes as even more pain shot through his face; it was like the orc had found his, reserve, strength supply.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Fuck you Larius!” Bologra sent the blade further into his mouth, cutting across the altmer’s tongue and touching the back of his mouth, causing him to gag. “You damn, hateful, piece of shit!”

<p class="MsoNormal">Bologra shuddered, stopping in his tracks as an immense burst of pain shot through his head… He didn’t know what had happened but it ached. He could feel something wet, trickling down the back of his neck and rolling down the side of his head and face, slowly unable to think as he grew more familiar with the pain. The longer this sensation was going on, the less he was aware of, he felt it but he didn’t know why, he couldn’t think about anything, just the pain and what he was doing as he pulled his arm out of Larius’ mouth, causing the altmer to gasp and pant.

<p class="MsoNormal">He felt someone take him by the shoulder, a firm hand that felt like it was wrapped in leather. It took a firm grip of his shoulder as it pulled him away and a woman’s hand soon joined it, touching his right shoulder. He couldn’t move, unable to turn his head, he could only guess who’s hand it was as he slowly keeled over and was gently brought to the floor. He was dead before he hit the ground, with Kaizen’s hand axe, buried, deep, into his skull.

<p class="MsoNormal">The Black Argonian stood over him, looking over his broken lieutenant with a look of confusion; he glanced up and saw that his sanctuary had been violated by someone or something, the furniture was destroy and all of the doors were open…

<p class="MsoNormal">Then he noticed it… the absence of the Night Mother’s coffin.