Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20141221031533/@comment-5583506-20141221192519

"Urgh", groaned the bandit as he lied on top of a rock with his hands tied behind his back. "To hell with you, you nosy bitch."

The greatsword fell over his neck and separated his head from his shoulders, sending a spurt of blood pumping out of the gaping throat. The execution was over and justice had been done.

Miranda, the Breton woman whose brother had been viciously murdered by the executed bandit was satisfied with the bloody result. She hadn't been mistaken when she had called for a vigilante to exact vengeance on her behalf... for a price...

The tall Nord woman who had dealt the deadly blow grabbed the hilt of the greatsword and pulled it up from the ground. Even though Miranda could see that the greatsword was heavy object few people could lift without a struggle, the Nord woman handled it with such ease that not the slightest amount of strain or effort could be seen on her expression.

Miranda smiled. "Thank you", she said. "I haven't been able to sleep so well for the past three nights knowing that that scum was roaming free."

"Pleasure was all mine", grunted the Nord and wiped the blood from the blade with a rag. Steam was rising up in the cold winter air. "I don't take kindly to bandits."

"I... I don't really have a gold to give you..."

"It is fine", sighed the Nord as if she was used to hearing the excuse.

"But I do have something else that might pick your interest."

Valkyrie wasn't really used to claim payment for her services except if she was in dire need of gold, but she didn't back out on hearing what the tiny Breton woman had to offer. "Go ahead."

"It is... well, my brother was an explorer of sorts. He had a research project going on about some sort of ancient artifacts scattered all around Skyrim. He even made a map pinpointing the next location he would have visited, if not... If not..." She lowered her head. "I am not a fighter or anything. I am just a farmer. A map over some place where it is probably crawling with monsters of all kinds would do me little good. Would you kindly accept it as a reward for your services? For avenging my brother?"

Valkyrie raised an eyebrow. She couldn't see why she wouldn't accept the gift. "I guess... I could...."

The Breton woman reached for her saddlebag and picked up a rolled document which she handed to the Nord mercenary. "He said that he would be going for Shearpoint next. I don't know if that means anything to you, but..."

"I understand", said Valkyrie. "Thank you."

"No. It is I who should thank you. My brother is avenged and this area is safer knowing that the bandit leader of the Pale Rock tribe is dead."

The Nord woman nodded and made a slight bow before she turned around and continued on her path. Shearpoint awaited...