Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150318011410/@comment-25038310-20150320172449

Antoine layed down on the ground, his armor having recieved various cuts with small amounts of blood spilling out. In front of him stood Thomas as he looked down, chuckling.

"Antoine. Dear boy, no wonder you're the weakest of the Masked-Eyes. You aren't even a true Masked-Eye yourself, so that comes as little surprise." He exclaimed amidst the plains of Whiterun hold.

Antoine said nothing. His arms and legs were completely numb, and he had no stamina left. The battle had only taken about two minutes. He was ashamed of himself. He grunted.

A black raven suddenly flew towards the two brothers from the southwest, who carried a message, as seen by the tiny roll of parchment strapped to its leg.

When it arrived, it landed on Thomas' shoulders, who quickly read the contents of the message.

"Oh? This is.. Interesting- and quite a change of events.."

He turned around, as he put his hands on his back.

"Antoine, we have a target to assassinate. And it's someone from Solitude no less.."

Antoine still lay down, motionless but breathing, but Thomas payed little attention to his unconscious sibling.

"Huh. One of the priests. Now, I know what you're thinking - what about the nordic clan? but they have taken their time and most likely declined our offer. Strange. We actually offer them forces, and then they simply turn their back on us. That's what you get with ideals like theirs, I suppose. Either way, we are going to try and avoid bloodshed. We sneak in the blue Palace, kill the Priest, show his defeat - kill the morale of the armies there and then we'll have Solitude in our grip, allowing the Masked-Eye's free passage into Skyrim."

He sighed. Not an easy task. It was easier to say than actually accomplish.

"I suppose we should leave soon.. I doubt we'll succeed, but we'll have to try." Thomas said. "Atleast, when you wake up." He said, turning around and looking down at Antoine.