Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160319173730/@comment-24141785-20160324093946

(This is the third time trying to post this without it getting deleted...let's hope this works :/)

"Seeing as you've come here with him to try take us out, it isn't hard to see." The Captain mused, swinging the mace just above Jude's head, "But that doesn't matter now. Once I'm done with the carrot, then I'll make you suffer: then the Orc. And while all this is going on, I'll remind Gabriel of his failures, the lives he has lost, and condemn him to a life worse than death."

Gabriel watched as the sociopathic man he once respected revealed himself in all his atrociousness. This wasn't the same person he once knew. Yet deep down, the Breton knew that there was a bit of his uncle still left in there, that he hadn't lost his way...

Deep down, there is still something good about him: something worth negotiating for...

''Everyone around me have either fallen or left. I can't lose him...''

He's the last I have...One of the last Velaettes...

''For Talin. For Zaydate...''

For Shakti...

...

Years ago...

The cool breeze of Cyrodil's countryside provided a nice contrast to the hot and blistering heat the months before. A relatively big carriage bumbled down the road, making its way towards one of the Legion's forts.

Gabriel was sitting at the back, pressing his hands together as he breathed heavily. This was the first day of his new life as a soldier, and he would have to get used to his new surroundings and lifestyle.

"Gabe?"

The Breton looked up hesitantly, seeing his uncle look at him with concern. Edward had been an officer for a long while before Gabriel signed up, and it was that since he wanted to join, Gabe might as well too.

"You don't look to good." The Officer replied, "You hanging in there?"

The Breton hesitated for a few moments, caustiously thinking about how he phrased his next line. "No... It's just... I'm afraid."

"Afraid of what?"

"Afraid of killing people." Gabriel sharply replied, looking up into the sky as he breathed heavily. His uncle appeared to lean back in the carriage, unsure how to reply.

"You know why we are fighting them, right?" The man asked carefully, his answer in the form of silence. He tucked his hands into his pockets and sighed...

"They were once with us, under a banner of peace and prosperity. Whether it's due to corruption, torture - anything really - they lost their way..." Edward explained, "That's why we are doing what we do. Because they are too dangerous to anyone..."

Lost their way...Lost their way...

...

Lost their way...

"It doesn't have to end like this!" Gabriel called out, hesitating as he made his way forward: he was cautious how he confronted him. "It doesn't have to end like this... We've all made it this far, and we can all keep going: this doesn't have to end in bloodshed."

The Captain just glared at him sharply, nodding to keep him contiuing in his rant.

"We've all done things we regret; things we just wish we can go back and reverse. But we never let that stop us from contiuing on, from losing who we are. It doesn't stop us from staying true to who we are, and I would still risk my life at a moments notice for any one of my allies."

The Breton took another step forward, keeping his gaze focused on the giant. "I remember all those years ago... You told me that our enemies had lost their way, and that there was no coming back. But after a while, I realised you were wrong: that there was hope deep down that could firmly set them back on their path.

You haven't lost your way, uncle, I know it. Just... let the Dunmer go, and come with us: we aren't too far gone!"

Edward kept up his cold and cruel glare, staring deeply at the Breton. The Captain kicked Jude away, before making his way over to Gabriel. Any hope the young Breton had at regaining his uncle was lost, as the man brutally brought his nephew to his knees - placing a hand on the left side of his face.

"I'm sorry..." He whispered quietly, his hand getting hotter and hotter, "But... you are wrong. There is no coming back..."

Before Gabriel could even react, a large blast of fire erupted from the Captain's hands - immediately making contact with the left side of Gabe's face. As the Breton screamed in utter agony, the dying hope for a bloodless agreement had finally been put to rest. The stale air became warmer, and as the dying sun flashed inside the base the hope for peace was lost... The man that was once a respected Velaette had shown himself as a unchangeable monster as he destroyed the left side of his nephew's face.

The group would have to act quick if they wanted Gabe to live...