Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141106144243/@comment-3293219-20141115135812

Julian was returning from Solitude, he wasn't as successful there as he was in Markarth, those idiot warriors that he encountered were a stroke of luck, if nothing else. He decided that he was needed back at base, hopefully he had planted the seed of inspiration among the people of Solitude and maybe a few warriors would come down from there but, somehow, he doubted it.

The mid afternoon sun shone down on him as he walked through the forest, though he was too old to be enchanted by such things, the Redguard couldn't help but admit that even he was somewhat mesmerised by Skyrim's landscape... It was so tranquil, especially after spending hours among the hustle and bustle of Skyrim's capital. He lost himself in its radiance as he stared out, drawing the slightest bit of a smile across his lips...

Unfortunately for him, he had picked the wrong moment to admire the view of the landscape as unbeknownst to him, he was being observed from above. The trees rustled, causing him to look up and reach for his sword as a figure leapt in the air and descended down uppon him. Julian's hilt had barely been pried away from its holster before he was pounced by his pursuer, their body weight  hit him, with a staggering amount of force and it brought him to the ground.

The Redguard hit the floor, with an almighty thud and quickly looked up to see who his attacker was. It was a pale Bosmer girl, in tanned leather armour, similar to that of all of the Mediator's people, with purple facepaint that that obscured most of her face, except her wide, fiery, manic eyes. She had already mounted him, pinning his waist to the floor, preventing him from escaping as she slowly drew one of her blades, savouring the moment...

"Haha! Got you!" Ailen gasped, plunging one of her orcish blades down, in an effort to stab him through the heart. The Redguard, however, proved a formidable opponent, he raised his hand to block the Bosmer's attempts to stab him, holding his forearm out and catching hers, preventing her from driving her knife down, into his chest. However, due to the fact that she upright, she had the advantage. She wrapped both hands around the hilt and slowly drove it down, the blade wavered in the air as it got closer and closer to his chest.

Julian managed to put up a great deal of resistance but his strength was failing him, he could see the point getting closer and closer to him and she knew how precarious his position was. The Bosmer, growing tired of this arm wrestling contest, threw her arms in the air before plunging the dagger down again, with double the force of the last attack, Julian tried to block it but his arms faltered and the dagger was plunged into his chest, causing him to cry out in pain and lose all of his strength as the shock overcame him.

Ailen, not remotely discouraged by his suffering grinned, her manic, fiery eyes burned with pleasure as she stabbed him again and again in the chest, slicing across his abdomen, ignoring the Redguard's screams and the flails of his arms. She cackled as she continued to plunge her dagger into his torso and butchered the Regulator on the side of the road. She continued to stab him and slice at his body, long after he was dead...

