Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26446054-20151011004211/@comment-5543592-20151025221416

Velith crept along the ledge, peering down at the room. Up above, no one suspected him. He was ghost, a phantom. The Arcaneum was a circular room with a plenty of cover. Unfortunately, it was well lit. He dropped into a hanging position with a grunt, and then soundlessly landed to the floor in a crouch.

His target was a few feet over, reading a book, humming to himself.

The Argonian drew his dagger, and balanced it in his palm, as if testing the weight and grip of it, before glancing off to his right.

He'd need to take out the librarian before closing in. He slunk low to the floor, sticking to shadows, unseen. People practically walked over him and didn't notice.

Typical, really. This was how most of his missions went, ever since he'd become a Shadowscale.

The librarian turned away from his desk, showing his back to Velith, and that's when the Argonian struck. He lunged forward with near superhuman agility, vaulting over the desk, and drove his dagger down into the librarian's back, to the left of the man's spine. He stabbed twice, burying the blade of his weapon in between ribs, just to make sure the job was done. No one saw. The job was done in a second, brutal, quiet effiency.

The librarian was more than just a book keeper. He was a warrior, and the sanctuary that the Arcaneum was was entrusted to him. If Velith wanted to pull this off like he'd planned, this was one threat that needed to be dealt with. He turned back now, letting the librarian's body lie there, the counter blocking it from view. He scurried back along now headed for his target, slunk behind the Conjurer, resting the point of his blade to shallow of the Breton's neck. The mage inhaled sharply to gasp in surprise, but thought better over it, when the Argonian reached around with his other arm and held one scaly finger to the Conjurer's lips.

"Hello, professor." The forked tongue flicked over needle-like teeth, giving Velith a nasally voice. He could sound human if he wanted to. He could sound like anyone, if he wanted to.

The Conjurer didn't respond.

"You're going to come with me." Velith informed the target. "And quietly.  Nod yes, if you understand."

The mage nodded.

"Good.  Get up." The Conjurer replied and Velith rose with him. The Argonian stepped forward so that he was side to side with the mage, and pressed his dagger flush with the man's side, so that he could take out both of the man's kidneys if he needed to. He wouldn't, as the job wasn't to kill the mage, but it was always a terrifying predicament to be in for the victim. And mage was terrified, whimpering pathetically as Velith urged him forward.

The two walked alongside each other outside the librarian, unnoticed, as cries rose from the back of the room.

"Hey!  Someone get a healer in here!"

They trotted right out of the College of Winterhold unopposed, and strode through the thick snow and light snow fall, to a black horse.

"What do you want from me?" The Conjurer finally dared to ask, his voice quivering.

Velith shook his head. "I don't want anything from you." He told the man, causing the latter to recoil in confusion. Velith simply shoved him forwards, towards the horse.

"Give Lord Laelius my greetings." Velith said as he knocked the mage over the head, sending the Conjurer toppling to the ground, unconscious. Velith threw him up onto the horse and tied him down, before the Argonian climbed up himself. He then set off for the Reach, where he'd deposit the target in the designated location for Laelius' men to retrieve.

Velith, despite being the best at what he did, was ignorant in the large scheme of things. If he had known Laelius' grand plan, he most certainly would not have taken this job.