Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150309093937/@comment-32663439-20150310112233

In the shadows of a dark skooma den in the Imperial City, the vague silhouette of somebody could be seen. They were sitting at a table, which was just barely outside of the darkness that the person was submerged in. Across from them, a lean, small, grey argonian sat across from them, hunched over and quivering in his seat.

A small red glow emitted from the darkness, denoting that the person was smoking. The exhale came slowly, as the smoke exited the shadows in a thick cloud.

"Kren, do you remember the consequences of failure in our organization?" the figure said in an argonian voice. Another red glow was seen.

"Y-yes, sir." He shuddered. "I know very well, sir."

"I have given you chances before. Have I not been kind? Have I not given you ample opportunity?"

"Yes sir, you have been very merciful."

"Then why have you not done what has been asked of you?" the figure growled.

"I-I-I-I, w-well sir, I w-wa–"

"Enough. I don't have time for your excuses. And my kindness is at its end."

"Please sir, just one more chance...." the Kren said, trembling.

The figure rose. "You are all oout oof chances, Kren." He began walking around the table, as he emerged from the shadows. The tall argonian looked down at Kren. "You have failed me for the last time."

"Okan-shei, sir, plea–"

He grabbed Kren by the collar, forcefully pulling him in. Kren sputtered as Okan's sharp dagger protruded from his gut. Okan dropped him to the ground. "Get him out of here. I don't want his stench polluting the place." Okan's long, serpentine tongue slithered out of his mouth and licked his one surviving eye. Two argonians emerged from the shadows, picking up the body and dragging him out.

Okan returned to the table, sitting down. He grabbed his skooma joint again, and took a long drag.....