Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20141206135720/@comment-25038310-20141206191834

Flashback

Sander sat on the ship, a tied up Elisa in front of him and a bag the size of a body on the ground a few meters away from him.

Elisa woke up, with widened eyes of fear and desperation. She tried to free herself, but it was useless. She eventually asked

"What do you want? Why'd you.."

"I wanted to talk to you. Normally. No guns, no weapons, just us."

"You're not the Sander I know.. who I actually cared for..-"

"I'm still.. no, that's a lie. I'm not the same.. but in a certain sense I still am."

"Why'd you leave me?" She asked, on the edge of crying. "Why'd you become a monster?"

"I tried leaving my old life behind.. I chose my calling. I failed to protect the ones I loved - my purpose lies elsewhere."

"An assassin? A backstabber?" she asked, glaring.

Sander was silent for a moment, until he replied with a simple "Yes. But I still love you, I can still -.." He tried touching her, but she sat somewhere else, as far away from him as she could.

Sander was on the verge of crying, that the one person he loved turned her back on him. "I.. I'm leaving you in Brightwall.."

"Good." Elisa said, also starting to tear as Sander exited the room.

Present

Elisa wandered across Daggerfall, until she found the place she was looking for. 4 lowly digged graves were buried on top of the hill, and she kneeled near them. She sat there the whole night, thoughts clouding her mind, as to what she would do now.

She noticed the graves were dirty, and the letters on them were covered with dirt - as well as the picture that hung on the stone grave. She wiped the dirt off with her sleeve, revealing the letters and the young, blonde haired boy that was smiling on the picture.

Loving Brother, Hugo Lafayette.

Sander sat on a table in Hanging Mann inn, surrounded by the seven women of his organisations.

"So the emperor is dead, and the princess is missing?"

Sander nodded, silently, about to grab a box of cigarettes.

"I see.. you get 7 million of the agreed upon amount - I'm surprised you let the princess slip, but now that she has no power here, she does not need to be taken care of. You have done your job well enough."

Sander nodded again. The women had paused to see if there was going to be a reaction or an objection, but the vampire remained silent.

"And as such, you do not get the septims for the special request ..-"

"I did." Sander said, sitting straight.

The women looked at each other, raising an eyebrow. "When?" a Khajiti asked.

Sander rose from his seat, and headed over to the window. He opened the curtains, and smiled. "Just where I left him."

The eyeless body of Maximus the Second hung by a thick rope across the castle walls - attracting the folk. A bloody message was spelled next to his body.

"Lafayette."

The seven women gasped, and patted Sander on the shoulder. "Well, you did it after all - you are ready to rise - to acquire your next rank in our organisations. Are you ready for -.."

"Not yet... I need to do something for myself."

The women frowned, whispered a few words to each other, and a nord eventually asked "Who are you going to look for? A pretty redguard?" She asked, jokingly.

Sander lit his cigarette, and puffed a few rings. He headed to the door of the inn, and grinned, the women were all looking at him, curious for an answer.

"Say.. how many noblemen with top hats are there in Daggerfall?"