Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20161212045904/@comment-24280666-20161221030321

As Elric was sitting at his table, he heard a slight creak behind him. Surprised, he turned around to see Melnibone and four Imperial Royal Guards. "Melnibone, what is the meaning of this?" Elric demanded, rising from his chair, and drawing his daggers.

"I've made a deal with our Royal friends, Elric, that will keep the Guild afloat." Melnibone said back, drawing his scimitar. Elric looked around and saw many more thieves approaching, from the shadows. "We will not standby as you turn the Guild into a charity. You are no longer fit to lead our Guild, and our Royal friends are paying us handsomely for your treasonous allies. Now where are they!" he yelled, as more and more thieves began to emerge from the sewer gates.

"Ah, good to see the last twenty years have been lost on you Melnibone! It is good to see Greed reigns supreme and will be the fall of this Guild yet again. You abandoned me when I was a child, and here I am, forty years later, and you abandon me yet again." Elric spat, shaking his head.

"And for the rest of you!" Elric shouted at the Guild members who were amassing in the room. "How many of you remember me pulling you off the streets, off the filth and neglect of the Royals, and bringing you down here, where you could live? You would so easily deny that to all the others who I am training? You would let your thirst for gold overcome what made you live?" Elric said, as heads began to nod. Several thieves began to pull their knives look at the Royal Guards, as if they were to back Elric.

Elric smiled, nodding his head in appreciation towards the young thieves he had helped. He knew them, and he could remember what they had faced on the streets. Elric looked at the old Redguard, hate in his eyes, and smiled.

"You haven't seen me fight, in what, ten years?" Elric smiled at Melnibone.

"Doesn't matter, you and your petty rabble can't stop the real members of this Guild, Elric. Submit now, or I will plunge my blade into your old heart myself."

 "How I do so love mid-afternoon powerplays!" Elric shouted, as his Thieves began to engage the traitors. Elric looked back at the fake wooden wardrobe before lunging into battle, becoming a blur in the air as he hopped around the several small tables and bars he had installed on the wall.

<p style="font-weight:normal;"> A Royal Guard charged Elric, who laughed, backflipping off a table and using the backwards motion to rip the helmet off the Guard. As he landed, Elric threw the hat into another Guard behind him, successfully blocking a sword attack as the sword flew out of the Guard's hand. Elric quickly jumped forward, plunging one of his daggers into the neck of the helmet-less Guard. using the knife as a climbing handle, Elric bounded up onto the guards shoulders, before retrieving the dagger and using the guard as a base to jump into an attack on the disarmed Guard. The guard brought up his shield to block Elric, but he simply drove his foot threw the shield, kicking the Guard in the chest as his foot splintered the wood with a well placed kick. The Guard fell to the floor, and Elric threw a silver dagger from his belt into his chest, before kicking him once more.

<p style="font-weight:normal;"> He looked back to the wardrobe and began yelling for Stauntax and Aia to run. As he did so, he felt the wooshing of air behind him and turned in time to block Melnibone's scimitar from cutting through him. As he held the scimitar with his twin daggers, the world seemed to slow as him and Melnibone locked eyes.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Abandoned you when you were a child in the Guild? I did far worse than that! You never knew your parents, did you Elric?" Melnibone teased, grinning as he applied more pressure.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"I know enough. I know they died by the hand of an Assassin from the Brotherhood." Elric replied, pushing back with all of his strength to hold the scimitar in place.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"And what weapon were you told slayed them Elric? What weapon?" Melnibone grunted, pushing further down on the block, feeling some give.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"They.. couldn't... tell!" Elric struggled to yell back, feeling the larger Redguard's strength pushing down on him.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"They couldn't tell, because the Guard who found them had never seen a scimitar before!" Melnibone laughed, cutting through Elric's daggers and slicing part of his chest open.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Elric gasped, stumbling backwards as the floor beneath him turned red.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"You... you..." Elric struggled, putting his hand over his wound as Melnibone laughed, flicking the blood off the scimitar before approaching him.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Melnibone punched Elric in the chest, making Elric fall backwards and weeze with pain as the Redguard pointed his blade down towards Elric.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Wh-why?" Elric coughed, blood trickling from his mouth.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Because, now I'm rich, and you trusted me enough to bring your friends into the heart of the Empire." Melnibone laughed twirling the scimitar.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Y-you... you don't kn-know about Noc-Noct..." Elric tried to say, wheezing as he pushed harder on his stomach with his hand.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"About Nocturnal? Elric, you fool, half my fighting force are Shadowcloaks. I think it's save to say I know her, and that it's no secret you are an Agent of Shadow yourself." Melnibone taunted, shaking his head slightly.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"No..." Elric coughed. "N-not Sh-shad-shadow..."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Hmm?" Melnibone laughed, as Elric pathetically tried to speak.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Agent of Strife!" Elric yelled, stretching out his hand as a green tendril flew from it, striking Melnibone in the chest as Elric siphoned his energy. Slowly getting to his feet, while Melnibone writhed on the ground, Elric picked up the scimitar and smashed it over and over again onto the ground until it broke.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Well then, old friend..." Elric grimaced, pulling the bone dagger from so many years ago from inside his armor. "Prepare to serve your Dread-lord in the void..."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Elric spat on the squirming Melnibone, severed the cord and plunged his dagger into Melnibone's eye, ceasing the squirming. He left the dagger there as he hobbled over to the false wardrobe and opened it, calling to Stauntax and Aia:

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"We have to leave! Now!"