Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5518614-20150701044851/@comment-5614539-20150715043047

"You'll see." Dionysius replied, closing and locking the door as the others entered behind him. He crept upstairs into the young man's room, lighting a fire on the tips of his fingers so the man could see his face. "Aldon Geontene!" Dionysius said, loud enough to wake up the man, who was now identified as Aldon. "Who the fu-" Aldon questioned angrily, before realising who he was looking at. "Sir? What are you doing in my room, and why do you have a swor- oh."

"That's right, Aldon. What you know will never leave this room."

"Wait!" Aldon cried, "I have emergency sources! They'll send word if I die! I'm more value alive!" before he trailed off, scared by the indifferent look on Dionysius' face.

"They are dead. All three. That lovely woman, a mother of three, wasn't she? That poor Rujiit. Homeless, broke, and you still involved him in your schemes. And..." At this point, a wicked smirk broke out on his face. "Your wife, wasn't it? Don't worry. Your sons are at Honourhall. They didn't here her screams. Just like no-one will here yours."

"But, we both work for the same- ackk!" Aldon's voice was cut off as Dionysius drove his sword through the man's heart. He slumped back on the bed, blood draining through the mattress. Dionysius wiped his blade on the edge of the blanket, before starting to destroy the room using Telekinesis. "Help would be appreciated," he grunted