Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20150315182542/@comment-24942837-20150321142235

Emeric rushed over to Amira.

"Are you alright?" He examined the wound quickly, however not quick enough, as an assassin with a bow joined the sharpshooter with a crossbow. He must have been an expert, because four arrows flew into his torso region when he attempted to look for the marksmen. He stumbled, tripping over Amira and falling with an ugly thud to the floor. One of the assassins, a Bosmer, slammed his foot into Emeric's crouch, then his stomach, then his neck. The weakened Nord was pushed up against a wall, where the Bosmer went down on all fours, crawling onto Emeric. He pulled out an ebony dagger, licking his lips. "Hello there, little one. No need to be frightened, I'm only here to save you,"

"What!? What do I need--"

"I'm saving you from having to endure this world. Hush, little one. Once it is all over, our god will return you to life. You will be so grateful, that you will serve him for eternity. Doesn't that sound fun, little one?"

Emeric headbutted the Bosmer, causing him to hold his head and fall back. This man was obviously insane. However when he got up, he had the grace of a swan. Until he was angry. Pulling out two daggers, he impaled both of the Nord's hands. Emeric roared in pain, and the Bosmer slammed a gloved fist into his forehead, twice.

In a slightly angrier tone, the Bosmer said through gritted teeth, "Wouldn't want you escaping, little boy." He unclenched his teeth almost immediately after. He resumed his smiling, insane look, as he pulled out a dagger.

"It is alright, my little child. You will be able to help me! Won't that be fun?" The assassin asked.

"No. It won't. Little hel-mmph!"

The Bosmer clenched a hand other his mouth. "Now now, my little darling. We can't have these nasty people try to keep you in this horrid world, now can we?" He beamed. "Once I free you, I will siphon your corrupted blood and consume your evil flesh so you may be free of your evil body, little one. And then you will feel enlightenment, as the master raises you into a more pure form, and you can rest well knowing that you serve the right person." He pulled out the dagger, still beaming. "Are you ready little one? On the count of three."

Emeric had a look of horror on his face. He was going to die, then be consumed by a psychotic cannibal.

(Feel free to get the insane bastard off me)