Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150313021631/@comment-24736819-20150316021242

(Alright, here we go!) 'A good day of work should be rewarded with a drunken night out, my friends!' were Izzad's words to his men. Rakhr couldn't believe his ears when he heard the musicality of those words dancing towards him as he didn't even remembered the last time that he had a free night, so it was obvious that he would make it worth.

A cold rainy night it was, with the cold wind blowing on the wrong direction and the moon covered by the dark clouds of the incoming storm. The city anxiously awaited for that storm for two days now and it certainly wouldn't be disappointed when it finally hit the rotten planks of its streets. A good night as any for Rakhr to pay a visit to the tavern seeing that the huge redguard had been a regular customer for several years before he started serving Izzad. Rakhr was a simple man, standing way over 7ft tall, the incredibly muscular redguard served as henchman to one of the nastiest criminals in Riften. He could always be seen well shaved and with a well trimmed, but thick beard. His heavy tan easily gave away his birthplace, but his fame allowed people to guess who he was without analyzing him much.

It was already late night when Rakhr got himself kicked out of the tavern. He was drunk, way too drunk to care, so he stumbled his way out to continue his 'private party' in the middle of the streets as loud as possible:

 "Once there was a waitress 

 In the Inn of Sentinel, 

 Her mistress was a lady 

'' And her master was a swell. ''

 They knew she was a simple girl 

'' And lately from the farm. ''

 And so they watched her carefully 

'' To keep her from all harm. ''

 The Fourty Raiders of Alik'r 

'' Came marching into town. ''

 And with them came a complement 

'' Of rapists of reknown. ''

 They busted every maidenhead 

'' That came within the spell. ''

 But they never made the waitress 

 From the Inn of Sentinel." 

He awakened several commoners with his loud and obscene show, but not even the most corageous one of them dared to protest against the muscular redguard's singing, late night beneath the rain. He owned the streets and they were his to torment, so it was only natural that the he made a little visit to his 'little princess'.

"Come to me, woman! My cock misses your loins!", he shouted as he entered Haelga's Bunkhouse, looking for Sybil. He was enraged beyond comprehension when a young prostitute told the drunken giant the tragedy that fell upon his beloved whore. Maddened with grief and muddled by the alcohol, he took the girl right where they stood, in front of all of the customers. It all ended as quickly as it started and Rakhr tossed a few golden coins at her when he had finished after pushing the naked girl wearing the little clothing that he didn't ripped away from her body.

He went out to the streets once again, only this time he was cussing and threatening the 'Mysterious Killer' that took his beloved one from him. After an hour or so, he finally got tired and gave up, heading home: 'The Bank' was how they called Rakhr's home, not only because it was protected with metal bars on all windows and doors but because Izzad used the place as a warehouse to valueable items as well. He fought against his numbness to find the keys, which were the only ones that opened that special door, and after a few seconds he finally managed to do it.

It was a rather simple place, a bed, a table with a chair and a simple wardrobe were the only furnitures that Rakhr used as the rest of the place was filled with chests, urns and shelters...each of those with strange and valueable contents and ornaments. After locking the door behind him, Rakhr lit up the whale-oil candle beside his bed and started to undress and that's when he heard a low hiss...which was strange, since the place was sealed up completely.

The wind., he thought, ''Damned storm! ''

He finished taking his clothes off as the storm worsened outside, leaving them spread all over the ground. The big redguard could barely fit entirely on his bed, but he was so tired that the idea of complaining to himself about the size of his furniture never crossed his mind as it used to do every single night. He allowed his body to fall over the old bed and started to drift away, thinking about Sybil, he had hopes that the pretty little whore would visit him in his sleep and tell him that everything was alright, that she was in a better place now, a happier place...

Suddenly, steps. Light steps, but steps nonetheless. Rakhr could be inebriated, but he would never mistake the sound of someone walking insisde his house with something else. He allowed the person to think that he was already being visited by Vaermina and would be a easy target, he knew that whoever dared to enter his house uninvited wouldn't think twice before taking the chance to kill him in his sleep. So he waited and waited...and waited, yet no sign of the intruder approaching him. Could it be that he was indeed mistaken? The footsteps were nothing but a figment of his imagination? They weren't, he felt when the sharp object was just inches away from his heart and used his arm to hold the attacker's attempt.

"Surprise!", he let out as he struggled against his aggressor. Godsdamnit, his aggressor was strong! He never had any difficulty to overpower someone in his life, but this one? This one was giving him a fight! He jumped out of bed, but in the darkness he couldn't see where the attacker was. The blindness would not stop him from defending himself as he swinged his arms away at the dark corners of his home, breaking whatever met them: the wardrobe, some chests... That was until he was tossed like a ragdoll against the wall. And then against his table, breaking it apart in the process.

The sharp object was once again above his chest and he fought with the entire forces he still had to push it back...When, suddenly, a lightning came from the storm, illuminating the skies and his house for half a second. Illuminating it long enough for Rakhr to see his aggressor:

"What...", his mouth opened for a last time as his heart was pierced cirurgically and his lifeforce started to vanish. Unfortunately, not as fast as he would like to vanish. He felt what the aggressor did to him after stabbing his heart, the pain was unmatched by any of the pains he felt in his entire life as he never had his lungs removed away from his body before.