Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150127053557/@comment-29458028-20150127130750

The hostage screamed as the bandit chief held a blade to her throat. She was barely 14, yet for some reason, she was kidnapped, possibly because she was rich, maybe because her family was an enemy of this particular girl or maybe a perveted chief who preferred his targets young. Anyway, Raphael Fontaine didn't care. It was simple. He decided to kill a few bandits for some villagers. No harm, but Skyrim would be less annoying with less bandits. It would only create benefit.

In fact, the girl's fear was hardly directed at the bandit. It was more because she just saw Raphael slay all the other bandits with brutal effeciency, his sword tearing through their bodies, ripping out intestines, opening necks as the carotids oozed blood, some form of eldrtich magic punching through hearts that emptied their contents out of the wound. There was a single decapitation, since that particular guy had forward momentum. Some heads were blown apart by hot blue flame like magic...

Raphael took off his skull mask slowly, his eerie eyes staring at his target, not really making eye contact with anyone. He just took a few strides towards the bandit, before he pushed his sword through both the hostage and the bandit. The shocking move made the chief drop his sword. The blade angling into his heart did the rest.

Raphael pulled out the sword and flicked the blood off, cleaning it. He healed the girl, then pasted a parchment that said "job done. Hostage secured and bandits eliminated" on her clothes. Then he just carried her back to the village, dropping her there and walking off. Most people would pass off the healed wound as a stab from the bandits anyway.