Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32420582-20150204060459/@comment-25038310-20150205214656

"Pontius Picard. I am afraid your days are at an end." The figure spoke in a monotone and muffled voice, which erved to disquiet, and perhaps even make Picard fear Arnaud.

The man was lying down on the dirt path leading to Riverwood. If it were any closer, the guards on the walls would've spotten the two - but luckily, Arnaud was out of sight.

The man stood up again, slowly, looking up at the masked figure. He held his arm, which was bleeding uncontrollably. A deep woumd had made the way through his pale flesh.

Pontius looked up with disdain, but also a look that was begging for mercy.

"Arnaud.. you had so much potential - why? This damn land will fall anyways! If you join us, you get to be a winner! I'll get you all the women and pleasures of Skyrim.. I promise!" Pontius nearly yelled, in a stuttering tone. He dragged himself a bit closer to Arnaud, only to be kicked down.

As Pontius' body fell again, this time he felt a sharp sliver of Ebony make his way through his shoulder.

The figure held a foot on his chest, preventing him from getting up. While doing this, he slowly buried his ebony sword deeper in the man's shoulder.

Pontius grunted Of the pain. He kept looking at the assassin that he used to consider a disciple - or even a pupil.

Arnaud however, seemingly didn't share the same feelings. He tilted his head sideways abit while looking at Pontius, like an eagle observing a potential prey.

"Sorry, Pic." He said, as he took out the sword from his shoulder. "It's not fun if you just get everything handed over to you that easily."

A pool of blood started to surround Pontius' upper body, as he slowly died of bloodloss. The job was done.

''Heh. One down, many more to go..''