Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20151006223532/@comment-29559990-20151009225228

Undisclosed location, Skyrim...

"And then, the monster dropped his carcass, and walked out of the house. Onto his next meal!" Lan finished, raising his bottle of mead high. "The end!"

"Lan, that wasn't scary," said the portly redguard known as Bren. "I've seen shit come out of Za'tesh's finger nails that are scarier than that."

"But it's all true!" Lan retorted, shaking his mead angrily at the Redguard. "Every bit of it! Right down to the whore house!"

"This One thinks you've had too much to drink," Za'Tesh laughed.

"Oh you say it now! But when theurs a... a fuckin spider-werewolf thing jamming it's *hic* tis's foot up your ass, you'll be sorry you's  ever doubted me."

"Mhm, right..." Rosgo spat while the orc warmed his hands up around the tiny fire that they had created for the night.

There was a faint rustling in the bushes, which caused Lan to fall back behind his log and hide from the noises. "Th-There! There it is! You'gonna be sorries now!"

"Chill out, Lan," Bren rolled his eyes, going to check on the rustling. He reached his hands through the bushes and parting the leaves. "No monster here, Lan. Now put down the bottle and go to sleep."

Lan didn't respond. While the group had there heads turned, the breton seemed to have snuck off into the thicket. "Where in oblivion did he go?" Za'Tesh asked, furrowing her brow.

"Don't matter. He'll come back if he wants his cut," Rosgo shrugged. "And if he doesn't, more for us!"

Some time went by and the group discussed their most recent job, deciding who would get what and what they'd do with the money. After a time, Lan reappeared. He entered by letting his hand stick out from the bushes, lying motionless on the ground.

"Oh, there you are..." Bren chuckled. There was no response.

"I think he's out cold," Za'Tesh noted.

Rosgo stood up and calmly made his way over to Lan. "Alright, Lan, Cmon. Bed time for you,"

The orc reached down to pull him out of the thickets with great force, but stumbled backwards at the great lightness of his body. He looked back down the arm, only to realize there was no body along with it. The arm came to the elbow, and stopped at a red chunk of meat that was still spewing blood.

Za'Tesh screamed in horror, and Bren launched his dinner out of his mouth in the form of vomit. Rosgo just held the arm there, paralyzed in shock. He didn't even have the time to respond when the creature that had done the deed leaped out of the thicket and made another meal out of him. The monster chomped down on the orc's throat and ripped right through it, taking out his wind pipe and veins with it. Rosgo feel back, drowning in his own blood.

Bren acted on natural instincts and ran as fast as his legs could possibly could carry him, and he never looked back. Za'Tesh, on the other hand, screamed in terror and launched a knife at the creature, which caught him square in the shoulder.

The monster in question was an 8 foot abomination with 4 eyes on it's face, and a set of jagged razors for it's teeth. The claws held another bit of Lan in them, and his veins and scars were a deep black. It didn't flinch when the knife penetrated his body. He simply ripped it out, and growled.

Za'Tesh tried to run, only to hit a wall of 3 people. She stumbled backwards, to see it was 4 young nords, dressed in a red cloth with some insignia on it. "Get out of the fucking way!" She hissed, trying to regain her balance.

"There is no use in running," One of them explained. "The Lotnekov is here. He will consume all..."

She had no time to ponder those words, as Vordel soon clamped down on the back of her neck. She let out one last blood curdling scream before he tore the life out of her body...