Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160718203543/@comment-5543592-20160721215847

"Yeah we, uh, know." Scire said, sharing a glance with Crimson. "What do you remember?  Or, I guess, not remember?"

"How's he 'posed to know if he don't remember it?" Crimson asked.

"I don't know.  Maybe there's like holes in his memory.  Gaps that don't make sense." He sat down in front of Talin, and crossed his legs. "Do you understand what I mean?"

Szeth walked down the main throughfair of the city, seeing the sights that drew his interest. He had been instructed to meet Lambert at the ship once they had been finished at the tower, but he hadn't taken free time for himself in so long, that to do so was liberating. He ignored the feelings of shame he got for doing some of his own pleasure. He was Bloodless, and was supposed to do expressly was his master commanded, no more, no less. He was to serve until his death, if he was to have any chance at regaining his honor.

He arrived at the pier, buildings rising up on either side of him along the wharf. He was glad for the feel of wood underneath his feet again after having walked so long on the heretical stone, but that was a minor sin compared to others he had comitted. He spotted a crate at the dock's edge, climbed up on it, and dangled his legs above the water. He summoned his mask into existence, and it appeared on his face, the hood of it draping down his head to his shoulders. Szeth immediately pulled it off and held it in his hands, which he dropped to his lap. The mask was fine bluish steel, it's flawless design that of a sleeping face. He knew for a fact that it was one of a kind, and part of a set. It was the instrument of his curse, and his burden to bear. It was what made him diserable as a servant, and allowed for his torment to grow ever more cruel.

Bloodless obeyed the bearer of their oathblock without question. Men of means saw Szeth as a weapon, the perfect assassin: he was obedient, unfailingly loyal, skilled, had amazing power, and he would only give up if he died. Bloodless did not fear death, they yearned for it, but their honor demanded they preserve themselves as long as possible, so that their punishment could continue. This rule coincided with being unable to give up their mask, even if the one who held the oathblock demanded it. Other than that, Szeth was an instrument to his master, and would follow any instructions unfailingly and without question.

Szeth once again had distinct thoughts of taking his own life, and how easy it would be. He had taken so many others, and killing was the worst sin among the Skaal. If his own redemption did not mean so much to him, he would've ended it all in a second.

He set the mask back onto his face, and then let it fizz out of existence once again. He hopped down from the cart and made his way for the ship.