Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29559990-20160630223627/@comment-29559990-20160711180911

Mongo nodded and turned towards the mountains. He took a deep breath, for he knew if the beast wasn't there, then the Slayers inside the City would not be seen again.

"I deserved nothing of the sort," Taronan spat. "If anyone deserved such a fate, it's the insubordinate elf who attempted to murder his commanding officer and betray the Dominion so he-"

"I didn't betray anyone!" Athorian cut him off. "If anyone stabbed people in the back, it was you and the damned Thalmor!"

"How dare you acc-"

"They told the world, told everyone that they would lead Alinor to prosperity and peace, and everyone bought it. And what did they give us? There was no prosperity. There was disease, famine, suffering. People dying on the streets left and right, and for what purpose? So we could build up an army and run off to Hammerfell to fuckin' kill everything that wasn't a tall elf?!"

"There's a bit more to it than just slaughtering people. We were invading and putting down hostile armies and rebel dogs that posed a threat. We were-"

"Was that family rebel dogs? That family armed with nothing but a kitchen knife. Were they 'rebel dogs'? Was I a rebel dog for refusing to kill that infant?"

"Yes, you were," Taronan shrugged. "You don't seem to get it, Athorian. You let your emotions cloud your thinking. You saw a small baby, and you couldn't bring yourself to do what needed to be done. I saw a future rebel. And I put it down before it could become that rebel."

"And what made that kid a rebel? His race?"

"That's exactly what made him a rebel," Taronan said bluntly. "It may seem cruel to you, but it ensured complete Dominion victory. If you were not with us, then you were against us."

"And so that justified the Thalmor's genocide?"

"To those who saw the genius of the Thalmor's plan, yes."

An eerie silence fell over the two as Talronan glanced down at the hands of Athorians. He noticed the large ring on his finger. He then looked over  to the Altmer girl who had a similar ring.

"So why are you here?"

"The emperor has sent me. He wasn't a fan of your mockery," Taronan explained, taking a step closer to Athorian. "And I'm still itching to pay you back for what you did in Rihad."

Athorian balled up his fists. "If you think you're gonna cut me down without a fight, you're even dumber than you look."

"Oh no, Athorian, we're not gonna kill you. That'd just be a waste of a strong worker," Taronan grinned. "But, you do need a humbling. So here's what I'm gonna do..."

He raised his sword. "I'm going to make you live like I lived for two centuries in that cell..." He glanced at Elinnel.

"Alone..."

In one quick thrust, Taronan sent the sword through Elinnels stomach. It ripped through her organs and out of her back, the silver tip now coated in crimson.

"NO!" Athorian shrieked. He lunged forward, only to be restrained by one of the guards. No one could get close to Taronan, as he had men protecting him, so all they could do was watch as he twisted his sword to increase the pain...