Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32420582-20150308095306/@comment-5543592-20150310220058

The elf turned his head slightly to peak out a window, taking a look at the sun. It was almost time. He oriented himself to face the door. Right on cue, the Imperial walked in. His blue tunic registered he was part of the Morrowind Imperial regiment.

Perfect.

The Imperial also had two comrades in matching attire, although his target was the most prominent of the three. They sat at a table and ordered drinks. He slipped toxic pill into his mouth.

As the server came by with the Legionnaires' drinks the elf bumped into him. "I'm sorry, pal." Said the elf, patting the server on his back, the pill slipping from his mouth into one of the drinks in passing. Needless to say, the server did not notice. The elf waited about fifteen minutes, until they had just started their meals and finished their drinks, to approach them. He pulled up a chair and sat down at their table. Their conversation, which had been about something halarious that had happened on tour, stirred to a stop as the elf sat down.

"Can I help you?" One asked. Not the target.

The elf reached into his duster and pulled a square of cigarette paper and a leaf of skooma from within. He crumpled the leaf onto the paper and began rolling it. "There is a rare toxic plant that grows in the ash lands of Morrowind, as a result of the poisoned soil." He stuck the completed joint into his mouth and lit it with magical flames. "When it's poison is distilled it can cause some unpleasing side effects.  Diahrrea.  Vomiting blood.  Seizures." He said in between skooma puffs.

The target turned to look at one of his friends, a funny smile on his face. He pointed at the elf. "What's this dark skin talking about?"

"If something is used as a catalyst." Continued the elf. "A drink, for instance, it can effectively introduced to a human body."

"What-"  The target suddenly looked slightly frightened  "You son of a bitch,"  He reached for his sword, but froze in the mid-grab, twitching.

"Uh, Captain?" One of his subordiantes asked. Several patrons were watching now, wondering what was going on.

The target started spasming and foaming at the mouth. He flopped from his seat and collapsed to the floor, thrashing about. He opened his mouth and retched blood. His back snapped in ways it shouldn't and made horrible popping noises. His two comrades looked on horror

"Spasm so hard, you break you back." The elf was unfazed. He took another puff of the skooma, not even sparing the dying captain a look. "You spit your own guts out.  Next thing you know, your skin melts off." As if on cue, the Imperial's flesh started to bubble.

The Legionnaires turned their horror into anger. They shot to their feet and went for their swords, quickly trying to pull them from their sheathes.

The elf was still unfazed. Planting both his feet on the table he kicked back, away, and simultaniously pulled out two throwing daggers. He threw one at each Legionnaire. One was killed instantly as it tore through his throat. The other took it in the chest and fell onto his back. The elf rose to his feet and squated next to his target.

"W-who are you..." Gurgled the target, his eyes angry, but wide with terror. Blood was seeping out of his noise now and his feet were pointing up along his back, the wrong way.

"Zainab." Said the elf cooly. Some faint recognition ran through the Legionnaire's dying eyes. The Legionnaire squirmed. He vomited more blood and spasmed a bit more. Blisters covered his body. All the patrons watched in horror. No one had the stomach to call the guards. And who would want to, against this monster?

"Please..." Cried the Legionnaire.

"Beg." Commanded the elf. "Beg!"

The Legionnaire seemed to have some shred of dignity left, and he didn't give into the elf. It didn't matter to him. He'd already gotten his revenge. He pulled another dagger from his belt and ran it through his enemy's temple. The elf rose to his feet and slowly walked out, keeping his head down. No one stopped him.

Once outside, he pulled his hood up and disappeared into the crowd.