Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141021150035/@comment-29461586-20141027075839

(back. I still have a headache but not that worse anymore.)

"...I'm going to need a bigger blade." Lielle told herself as she went to the training area and grabbed an Ebony Greatsword from one of the weapon racks. She prefered the design of the ebony greatsword due ot it's curved hilt, allowing a better grip for the hands of a skilled swordsman.

She then started to train with great precision, her sword moving every second with energy-efficient movements that covered her every side and openings, leaving her nearly invincible due to her skills with blocking and parrying with a sword.

Utilizing a combination of blocks and parries, Lielle's style maintained a proper foundation of defense against both ranged and melee attacks. Her art placed a heavy focus on brute strength and pure power, with wide, powerful strikes and parries followed immediately by a counterattack.

Lielle's style, which she dubbed as the Squire's Stance, required the user not only to counter-attack, but also to press the assault, combining strength with powerful blade combinations to overpower and overwhelm an opponent's defenses.

She also utilized a form of tactic known as a 'Riposte', which involved a smooth transition from parrying an attack to a counterstrike.

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Somewhere in Whiterun...

A group of caravans bound for Eastmarch to seek refuge from the bandits at Whiterun Hold were now on the way to Windhelm as fast as they could.

Out of the blue, an avalanche of rocks blocked the only safe path that was used by many travelers. The carriage tried to turn back, but was blocked from behind by a group of bandits wearing fitted armor similar to the ordinary attire of the Thieves Guild.

The bandits proceeded to rack up the men and women in a line. Many of the bandits were also armed with crossbows.

A single bandit then approached the refugees with his horse.

"Hey, everybody! How are ya? Thaik here!" The bandit leader announded to the caravan along with his faithful bodyguard, which was a hulking Nord Brute that was 7 feet tall.

"Nobody move!" The Nord shouted at the refugees, which terrified them.

"Wh-What is the meaning of this..?" The caravan leader asked Thaik.

"Oh, I'm sorry. What's your name?"

"Eyja."

"Well then, miss Eyja. Well you see, you're trespassing in my place without so much as paying the toll. So why don't you turn around and face me, pumpkin?"

"We have no quarrel or business with you..! The only thing that this caravan wants is to-"

"Ohohoho, holy nutballs..!!! Oho, what happened to your frickin' face!?" The Redguard bandit leader laughed out loud.

"Alright, alright. How about this? How about you tell me why you look like you head-butted a grindstone, and I'll let all of you go, right now!" Thaik asked Eyja.

"...My husband and I were cooking one night. Then he accidentally burned my face when he splashed what we were trying to cook with wine."

"Oh dear, you know what, I am so sorry. I only need to ask, where is your husband now?"

"He's dead."

"That is a heart-breaker but..." Thaik then shot Eyja in the head with a one-handed crossbow, killing her and causing the refugees to scream in terror. "...you got something in common with him now at least!!" Thaik finished his sentence.

"Ohohohohohoho!! Asgar, did you see that? Did you see that?! Her head was like, was like - PBBBLT! - Ahehehe.... Heh... Asgar, kill these savages." Thaik ordered his bodyguard and men.

"Understood." The hulking Nord and the other bandits then began slaughtering the members of the caravan without hesitation or remorse as sickening screams and death cries filled the air.

"...And so the Blood-Hounds live on." Thaik smiled as his group was now growing increasingly powerful thanks to the constant organized raids he was performing.