Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150208141651/@comment-5583506-20150209202646

(Long post, and some interesting revelations about... Well, let's just find out!)

''Xad will come and save Rikki... Xad will come and save Rikki... He wouldn't just leave poor Rikki in this mess, would he? Xad will come and save Rikki...''

Those were the only thoughts circulating inside her head as the assassins escorted her through hallways of stone with grotesque decorations and patterns. He swallowed hard when she saw the fresco of a woman standing tall over a pile of murdered babies.

"What is... what is going to happen to poor Rikki?" she asked one of the assassins with a soft voice.

"Hush. That will be up for the Listener to say. We are merely her guardians."

Another one of them shrugged. "You are lucky that your contractor got her head caved in before we had the time to finish the job, Khajiit. Although, depending on what the Listener has to say, I am still looking forward to a moment of opportunity to..." He eyed her from top to toe with sultry stare. "... get to know you better."

Rikki crept closer to the leading assassin. For a cold-blooded murderer, he seemed to be the most disciplined of the three.

"Evanius", roared the leader. "Don't speak of such things. We are the children of Sithis, not rapists."

"I wasn't implying anything", replied the man named Evanius. "Besides, how could it possibly be rape? Maybe she would like it?"

Rikki shook her head. "No. No, she definitely wouldn't!"

Evanius smacked with his lips. "A maid, eh?"

Rikki shuddered as his intense stare didn't seem to leave her alone.

"Evanius, that's enough. Focus!" said the third assassin behind him and smacked him over the head. "The Listener approaches."

As they entered a great underground ante-chamber, they threw Rikki to the floor with a dampened thud. As she looked up she saw a figure in black robes and hood towering above her, leaning on a staff. The hood shrouded the figure's face.

Rikki whimpered at the sight. "Look, whatever poor Rikki has done, she just wants to go home! She will... she will even pay you! Yes! Rikki has lots of shiny trinkets in her den back in Riften! Things she has found during her many thefts! She has a chamber pot supposedly owned by the Wolf-Queen Potema! She has... she has a drinking horn which the Last Dragonborn has taken a sip from! She even has the Nerevarine's skooma pipe! She has Mankar Camoran's..."

The hooded figure laughed soundly. "She has quite some spirit this one, hasn't she?"

Evanius shrugged. "A spirit which will soon be cut from her..."

"No, no!" begged Rikki and continued her pleading. "Please, don't kill poor Rikki! Her life is so pathetic and miserable, it wouldn't even be an amusing kill! That's what you assassins like to do, huh? Kill and enjoy the killing at the same time? Well, you wouldn't enjoy killing Rikki the least! She would scream! Yes! She would scream so loudly that you would have to stop and seek a healer or something!"

"Gods", muttered the third assassin. "Can we at least shut her up?"

The Listener seemed intrigued by the Khajiit's miserable prayer of mercy. "How old are you, Khajiit?"

"Huh? This one is 20 years of age, your assassiness." She didn't really know the correct term for female leaders of the Dark Brotherhood. "She is a humble and scared little Khajiit whose only wish is to go home."

"Where is home, Khajiit?" asked the Listener.

"Riften", replied Rikki. "Or at least it was. Now, when Rikki is training to become a Companion, she guesses that her home is where her mentor is..."

The Listener remained quiet for a moment. Rikki could almost tell that somewhere in that shrouded darkness of the hood, the Listener's eyes were observing her intensively.

"Strip her of her clothing", said the Listener all of a sudden.

"Wh-what?!" exclaimed Rikki and looked at the robed figure in despair.

"I knew this was going to be a good day", said Evanius with a smirk and grasped Rikki's light armor.

The Khajiit kicked and wailed as the three assassin's removed all her armor and clothing until there was nothing left on her. She whimpered and covered her perky little breasts with one hand and the mound of her crotch with the other.

"En-enough", she murmured.

She wanted to cry. Never had she been so humiliated before. For what purpose? She observed in dread as the Listener began to patrol around her with the staff. The assassin's leader seemed to have some sort of horrid limp.

How a person like that can become a master assassin is beyond Rikki's knowledge...

"20, huh?" asked the Listener again.

"Y-yes", mumbled Rikki. Her cheeks were burning red out of embarrassment. She was lucky she had so much fur to cover the colour up.

Suddenly the Listener touched one of her buttocks. Rikki squeaked and froze up, but was relieved when she noticed how the Listener's hand examined her thourougly in not just that particular place, but also the lumbar, the waist, and the backside of the loin.

"What is this?!" roared the Listener and Rikki expected that she had found the bandaged wound from the bolt.

"Uhm", mumbled Evonius. "You know... Maven Black-Briar wanted to..."

"This one doesn't care what Maven Black-Briar wanted. That mangy bitch is dead and Khajiit couldn't be more happier!" snarled the Listener. "If this young Khajiit had died because of your mistake, you would have met with the Dread Father, sooner than anticipated!"

''This one? Khajiit? Is the Listener a fellow Khajiit? ''reflected Rikki, but said nothing.

"This one will deal with you later, Imperial", growled the Listener and continued her examination.

Rikki snickered when the fumbling hands reached her waist again. "No! Not there! Rikki is ticklish!"

"Sorry", muttered the Listener, clearly in a bad mood. "This one is looking for something."

"Uhm, Khajiit is naked", said Rikki. "What could there be to see on her?"

Suddenly the Listener stopped by Rikki's right scapular. "There!" she exclaimed at pointed at a spot.

The three assassins got closer and peered at the area.

"N-no!" whimpered Rikki, still embarrassed. "Don't look!"

She suddenly heard how the three assassins stumbled backwards. She slightly turned around to see expressions of fear and confusion on their faces.

"We... we are awfully sorry!" apologised Evanius and bowed all of a sudden. "I... no... We should have known better!"

"Rikki doesn't understand", complained the young Khajiit. "What is on the back of her shoulder?"

"Here", said the Listener and held up a mirror for Rikki to behold.

In the mirror she catched the reflection of her own back. The fur was in same pattern as that of a tiger, as it had always been. Yet on her scapular the fur was darkened in a way much more different than the rest of her body. She couldn't seem to make out any sort of difference, until the Listener pointed a guiding finger at the specific area of interest.

Rikki shuddered when she saw what the pattern was shaped like. The hollow eyes of a black skull stared back at her in the reflection...