Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24141785-20150608200409/@comment-5583506-20150610041040

(Flashback and stuff)

-- Five years ago --

"Rokhan, my boy!" exclaimed the Imperial in a cheerful tone. "Come in!"

The Khajiit did as he was bid. Thidius wasn't perhaps the most patient man, nor the most likeable, but he payed well whenever a job was performed. And for now Rokhan was more than satisfied with that outcome. However, he did not need to tell his sister about it. It might give her the bad dreams... or cause her to lose faith in him.

"You summoned this one?" he asked and put his hands behind his back.

"Yes", said Thidius and approached the Khajiit, giving him a healthy clap on the chest. "I am actually in the need of someone of your... calibre, Rokhan. As usual, leave your sister out of this. We both know she would not approve."

"Just tell this one what needs doing and it shall be done", stated Rokhan simply, not caring about the details in the long run.

"Straight to the point!" shrugged Thidius. "That's what I like about my butcher! That's why I am always choosing you for these missions! There have been numerous reports of smuggling activity going on in the western district. Some Dunmer from... Sadrith Mora? Tel Vos? You know... one of those funny mushroom cities on Vvardenfell? Anyway, the point is that they are directly intruding on our fucking territory. And you know how I feel about that."

Rokhan gave him a simple nod.

"Now, I know what your sister thinks of you killing people. So, that's why this will remain our little secret. There is good gold in this, you know? And if I know you correctly, Rokhan, I know you as a good lad who would do anything to keep his sister safe. Am I right?"

Another nod.

The Imperial smirked. "I will give you the location. Just go in there and... make a mess... You know, that style of yours. Just try and keep it quiet. We need to send a message to any other asshole who dares to intrude on our domains. Smuggling in this town is my fucking business. Just tell them that Thidius wishes them 'happy smuggling'."

Thidius drew Rokhan a map and pinpointed the location of the Dunmer smuggling ring with a red dot. Rokhan said nothing, but simply nodded for a third time before he headed out.

Rokhan lumbered his way down into the shadier districts. Courtesans stood in the doorways and pleaded for him to come him, offering him obscene advices of what he could do to them. He ignored them. He only lived for one reason: for his sister. She completed him as much as he completed her. Without her... there couldn't be any him... In other words he kept her alive to keep himself alive, not knowing what would become of him if the Gods were cruel and unjust enough to take her from his life.

He rounded a dark corner, trampling a rat on his way. The alleyway was murky and was reeking with the stench of leftover dinners which someone presumably had just tossed straight out of the window. He wrinkled his nose in disgust, but kept going, knowing exactly where to go. His sister didn't need to see this.

There was nothing fancy to be seen in front of the hideout. It was just a common storage, used for incoming goods with carriage. Outside the door there was a guard posted. Remarkably enough it was a Breton.

''This one had expected another Dunmer, but it matters little... Just more meat...''

"The fuck are you looking at, housecat?!" sneered the Breton. "Shoo!"

Rokhan slowly approached him, towering up above him with a head or two. "This one was told there is supposed to be a smuggling ring here... Is this one right?"

The Breton began to snicker hysterically. "Are you like... what? Touched in the head or something? Do you actually think that I am so fucking stupid that I would tell you something like that plain out?! No, I don't think so. Why don't you just take that ugly tail of yours, shove it up your ass and go back the fucking way you came from?"

"Thidius says happy smuggling."

The Breton lowered his eyebrows. "Ehrm, what?"

Before the door guard had a chance to react, Rokhan had unsheathed one of the cleavers from his chest, raised his arm and brought it straight down onto the Breton's forehead, burying its blade deep inside the man's brain. There was a small gushes of blood pumping out the gap in short bursts. The corner of the Breton's mouth was twitching obscenily as if he wanted to say something.

''No. No more statements. Only death. Only meat...''

He let loose his cleaver from the skull of the dead man, watching with indifference as he slowly slid to the ground, blood still pumping from the wide gap in his forehead. He adjusted his stance and brought out the other cleaver from the belts crossing his chest, before kicking the door open with brutal force, breaking it loose from its hinges.

On the inside he counted up to four surprised Dunmers and yet another one...

''Thidius lied. Four Dunmer and one Bosmer... Ah, well...''

"Who... who the hell are you?!" gasped one of the smugglers.

Rokhan didn't reply, but made it clear to them, judging from his demeanor that he wasn't there to answer any questions.

"I... I know that cat! That's one of Thidius's boys! The one of them they call the Butcher!"

Rokhan raised his two cleavers in demonstration, one of them seeping with the still fresh blood of the Breton door guard.

"So, what the bleeding hell are you waiting for!" yelled the Dunmer who appeared to be their leader. "Get that n'wah!"

And then they all came charging in for him at once, with daggers and short swords and other weapons he would have so blatantly expected Dunmers to use... correction... elves to use... He swung his cleavers with brute force; cutting through bones, severing limbs and breaking entire muscles and tendons apart.

In a haze of red, the elves were all dead, and he found that his black fur was coated with a thick, shiny liquid he wasn't all too unfamiliar with. Another job had been performed. Now he needed to get washed up before he met up with Rakhara. How was he ever supposed to explain to here that her brother indulged in massacres?

In the end, it mattered little what she thought of it. Just as long as the gold he made from these killings could keep her safe...