Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140210211511/@comment-3293219-20140211220306

Larius and Bologra appeared at the side of Lake Arrius, carrying a large wooden coffin by their side. The casket was expensive, designed to be sealed, to prevent maggots or worms from breaking in. Larius immediately saw it as perfect, the second he laid eyes on it.

Bologra looked around the lake, remembering what it was like the last time he was here. It was a foggy morning; he was greeted by a priest and several of his friends as they lay the two, broken bodies of the two lovers into the ground. It was almost as if Larius knew this, when he asked him to bring a coffin to this place. The orc sighed; he had hoped to be done with this sooner…

Now that he knew what was going on, he liked it less. Did they really have to terrify a child in such a way? Bologra was, by no means, soft but… kidnapping children? Locking them in wooden boxes and doing, gods know what to them?

The orc shuddered as he blanked his morality out of his mind; it was a weakness, one that his brother had helped him stamp out, long ago. He carried the box as they came toe to toe with the large lake, which was black with a white center, thanks to the moonlight and the reflection of the moon that was cast on it.

“Are you ready?” Larius asked, tightening his grip on the handle of the casket. He could hardly believe that he was doing this but morals, of any kind, were a thing of the past. He was a Dark Brother now and his sympathies with common folk would surely lead to his demise.

“Ready for what?” The orc asked, his stomach was tying in knots at the thought of this…

“To show that shambles of a guard captain, that we aren’t to be ignored or taken lightly…” Larius seethed.

Bologra nodded, his grey beard blew in the, night time, breeze as he looked out across the water.

Larius began to walk, the orc followed. They both stepped forward, until they were knee deep in water. The former Thalmor turned to him and slowly began to rock the casket from side to side, Bologra followed his lead and the thing moved back and too, swiftly, swinging in the air.

“Get ready to throw…” Larius ordered as the casket had formed its maximum speed.

They both let it go, in unison, sending the casket several feet into the air, before it came crashing down into the lake. The box was so heavy that it quickly sank almost to the deepest point in the body of water.

Larius watched, emotionless as the coffin sank to the bottom of the lake, he tried to cast his mind away from it as he turned around and went back to the city.

Bologra was in shock for a brief moment, before shaking it off and following the altmer back, up the embankment.

“So… are we going to tell her?” Bologra asked, putting his finger in his ear and swishing it around inside, to clear out the wax.

“We’ll tell her that she’d dead… maybe if she’s obedient for long enough, we’ll tell her where the body is.”

Damn… that’s cold. The old orc thought as he stopped at the top of the embankment, turning to the graves. He was surprised that they were there, in such good condition to…

<p class="MsoNormal">-

<p class="MsoNormal">Nepht awoke, her nose stung like hell from the shield bash and her head spun for several second until everything came into focus.

<p class="MsoNormal">She couldn’t see anything…

<p class="MsoNormal">Just…

<p class="MsoNormal">Black…

<p class="MsoNormal">She slowly noticed that it was hard to breath, she tried to reach her nose but her wrist was stuck, held down by a strap. She tried the other hand and that was stalled by her restraints as well. She tried to move her feet but again, restrained.

<p class="MsoNormal">Then she felt it. She felt a small vibration and heard a small thud as she froze, terrified at the possibilities.

<p class="MsoNormal">''What if it’s… what if Manja’s like Edgar? W-what if those guys were working for that argonian and they decided take me, like they took Petra? What if they’re both working together?''

<p class="MsoNormal">She began to struggle, screaming out and wasting, valuable, oxygen as she tried to escape. As she screamed, she noticed the proximity of the ceiling and her hands brushed the walls…

<p class="MsoNormal">She was in a tight space, a very tight space…

<p class="MsoNormal">The dunmer panted, heavily as fear raced through her and she began to panic. Nobody knew that she was here, she could die…

<p class="MsoNormal">She then looked up, noticing that she could barely breathe.

<p class="MsoNormal">She will die and they’ll never find her, if those evil bastards in the leather armour come back for her body, who’ll knows what they’ll do with her?

<p class="MsoNormal">The dunmer felt more afraid by the second, there was no way to release herself…

<p class="MsoNormal">She, slowly, began to lose her breath and ended her futile struggle. She burst into tears, sobbing loudly as her mind was cast onto her Mum, Tabith, Veneficus, Mikasa and Petra, if she was even alive.

<p class="MsoNormal">At least she’ll have someone to keep her company now… She smiled as a tear rolled down the side of her face.

<p class="MsoNormal">I’ll see Grandad again… 

<p class="MsoNormal">Veneficus’ friends…

<p class="MsoNormal">Maybe Daniel died and he’s waiting for me?

<p class="MsoNormal">She closed her eyes, letting a tear roll down the side of her face as her breathing had been reduced to barely anything. She, slowly, accepted her grim fate. She couldn’t fight it anymore if she wanted to…

<p class="MsoNormal">Daniel…

<p class="MsoNormal">-

<p class="MsoNormal">Bologra stopped, a few feet away from the lake.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Erm… Larius?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“What?” The altmer snapped, spinning around to face him.

<p class="MsoNormal">Bologra glanced over to the gravestones… he felt like they were calling him.

<p class="MsoNormal">“My… friends were buried here, a few years ago. I’d like to pay my respects before heading back…”

<p class="MsoNormal">Larius glanced over to the headstones and sighed, he didn’t have time for this sentimental rubbish.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Fine but don’t be too long, we’re all that’s holding down the fort!”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Okay.” Bologra nodded with a smile as he watched Larius walk away.

<p class="MsoNormal">Prick…

<p class="MsoNormal">Bologra would punch his teeth in, if he wasn’t his ‘brother.’ Seriously, ‘brother?’ He wasn’t worthy of the title… He wasn’t Bugdul, that’s for damn sure. He was just some dumb, jumped up knife ear, who thought that he was better than everyone else.

<p class="MsoNormal">Bologra approached the graves, slowing down as he stood in front of them. It took him several seconds to read the names, even though the headstone was in pristine condition. Bologra had always struggled to read, he had no intentions of improving that. The orc stood over his friend’s grave for a moment, sighing heavily as he did…

<p class="MsoNormal">He didn’t know what to do, when ‘paying his respects.’ He went to his brother’s funeral but he didn’t even stop to look at the grave stone, Bugdul could rot for all he cared.

<p class="MsoNormal">Well… technically, he did.

<p class="MsoNormal">Bologra found his eyes, slowly pulling away from his friend’s names, he couldn’t think about them or Red Mountain. His mind was fixed on the dunmer girl, the one the he had just… murdered.

<p class="MsoNormal">For some reason, this bothered Bologra. He had no quarrel with killing people, make no mistake but he liked to challenge people and beat them at their full strength. He didn’t enjoy killing for the sake of killing, especially when it came to innocent people…

<p class="MsoNormal">Children…

<p class="MsoNormal">He glanced up, feeling like he was being scolded by his smarter, more morally rich friends.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Don’t look at me like that…” He muttered to the grave stone, the fact that it was an inanimate object was somewhat vacant from his mind.

<p class="MsoNormal">“I have to do this… it’s who I am now.”

<p class="MsoNormal">Since when?

<p class="MsoNormal">“I dunno… since that argonian cut my hand!” He raised the hand in question up to the grave, showing his friends the large scratch.

<p class="MsoNormal">Since when did you obey rules?

<p class="MsoNormal">“Erm…” This was a good question, when did he? Bugdul hated rules; he went out of his way to beat Bologra’s morality out of him and to teach him that rules were for the weak.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Since the rules were a scary ass, Black Argonian…” Bologra replied, defending himself. Though, he didn’t really fear Kaizen. The argonian was half his size and half his strength. He was brutal, sure but so was Bologra and he could definitely take him on in a fight.

<p class="MsoNormal">You’re just afraid…

<p class="MsoNormal">“No, I just want to hold this job.”

<p class="MsoNormal">''Job? They’re a bunch crazy, psychotic assholes!''

<p class="MsoNormal">Bologra looked up; the coffin was still visible in the water.

<p class="MsoNormal">They think that you’re too stupid to think for yourself…

<p class="MsoNormal">Bologra glanced down, a look of confusion on his face.

<p class="MsoNormal">Prove them wrong…

<p class="MsoNormal">

<p class="MsoNormal">The orc slowly raised his head; the coffin came into view as he glared at it with a frown of determination, his eyes fixed on his objective.

<p class="MsoNormal">He clenched his fist as he stepped forward; he knew what he had to do.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Thanks guys…”

<p class="MsoNormal">

<p class="MsoNormal">-

<p class="MsoNormal">Bologra ran into the lake, he wasn’t a good swimmer but he was incredibly strong. He’d just have to pull the casket out of the water… he didn’t care about anything else.

<p class="MsoNormal">If he died doing this, so be it, it was a good death, a final act of defiance against a world that saw him as nothing but a brute.

<p class="MsoNormal">He fully submerged himself in the water, sinking to the bottom as quickly as he could, so that he could grab the handle of the coffin and immediately start pulling it to the surface.

<p class="MsoNormal">The orc hadn’t really practiced holding his breath but he worked on the basis that most people can hold their breath for two or three minutes without dying. His determination outweighed his common sense, when it came to input on his rescue plans.

<p class="MsoNormal">He tightened his grip around the handle and began to pull, fighting furiously against the water as he began to pull it to the surface. The casket was cumbersome, even for him but he had no intentions of stopping until he had pulled it out of the water.

<p class="MsoNormal">Surviving was a secondary objective…

<p class="MsoNormal">The orc had been under the water for the best part of a minute, already he was desperate for another gulp of air but he knew that releasing the casket would condemn the dunmer inside.

<p class="MsoNormal">C’mon… quit being such a pussy!

<p class="MsoNormal">Bologra pushed on, trying to pick up the pace. He would not be a child killer; he would not do that to her family…

<p class="MsoNormal">Not…

<p class="MsoNormal">He began to think back to Red Mountain, being in that crowd of silence as everyone huddled around the fallen lovers.

<p class="MsoNormal">Like…

<p class="MsoNormal">Bologra gave it his all now; ‘all or nothing’ was far from an overstatement…

<p class="MsoNormal">Him!

<p class="MsoNormal">He saw Tyranil’s image in his head, mocking him in revenge for his fallen shadow soldiers, something that Bologra still found amusing, when he cast his mind back to it.

<p class="MsoNormal">Bologra felt himself emerge from the water, feeling the cold air on his forehead as he gasped for his breath. Nepht’s coffin trailed along, behind him as finally pulled it onto the bank, almost passing out from the lack of oxygen.

<p class="MsoNormal">The orc knelt down beside it and attempted force the lock with his bayonet, his strength had waned but he’d be damned if he’d fail now, because he was ‘too tired.’ Bologra put his all into prying the lock open, putting a lot of pressure on the stump that used to be his hand as he broke the coffin’s lock off. It pinged across the lake and landed in the water, he didn’t look to see where it landed, he didn’t care.

<p class="MsoNormal">He grabbed the lid and opened it, peering inside at the coffin’s occupant, who lay still, floating in some water. Her head wasn’t submerged; it looked like the water had gotten in towards the end of Bologra’s rescue.

<p class="MsoNormal">Bologra swallowed, hard, his stomach was tying in knots again as he reached his bayonet inside the casket, to cut the girl’s bonds and lift her out.

<p class="MsoNormal">He carried her to dry land, staggering a bit before collapsing onto his knees and laying her across the ground. Was she even breathing?

<p class="MsoNormal">Shit… she… she can’t be…

<p class="MsoNormal">He shook her, trying to wake her up, anything to get her to open her eyes.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Shit… C’mon kid, just!” Bologra cried out, before looking away; he couldn’t look at her as he was overcome with guilt.

<p class="MsoNormal">He didn’t understand… the coffin didn’t have much water in it and it was only down there for…

<p class="MsoNormal">He heard something, it sounded like a groan…

<p class="MsoNormal">He glanced up as he saw that her eyes, slowly, opened. She looked incredibly pale but at least she wasn’t dead…

<p class="MsoNormal">Bologra rushed over to her and leant over her as she began to cough and splutter, rolling onto her side, with her rescuer’s aid. She spat some water onto the floor and tried to pull herself up, before she collapsed onto the floor as she coughed some more water up.

<p class="MsoNormal">The orc sighed with relief, resting his hand on her shoulder and giving it a slight squeeze to show his relief that she hadn’t died.

<p class="MsoNormal">Nepht looked over her shoulder, seeing the orc towering over her. She hadn’t seen him before or anyone like him, he was so… tall.

<p class="MsoNormal">She, then, noticed something by his waste, his left hand was a…

<p class="MsoNormal">The orc with a knife for a hand…

<p class="MsoNormal">She glanced back at him and smiled, lightly before passing out in his hand.