Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150502142033/@comment-5583506-20150503131059

Sibern trudged through the muddy streets once more, his mind racing with unsettled anger. He couldn't stand the mockery of the Argonian. Somehow he felt just like those shadows he used to see in the corner of his eyes whenever he hadn't taken his regular dose, berating him for not being able to save his sister.

The Nord kicked a bucket and watched as the water and mud splashed about it. He headed in the direction for Haelga's Bunkhouse. He didn't care this time if people saw him. He needed Embla. He wanted to feel her tender embrace once again. For once in his lifetime if but for a short moment it had truly felt like she had calmed the sadness and rage which slumbered within him. He wanted to feel it again. He needed her.

He rubbed the sockets of his eyes, trying to get rid of the vision of her. ''By the Gods, what is wrong with me? I am an Investigator, not a simple whoremonger... ''

He couldn't help but to think of her anyway. Her sad smile, her pale skin, her blind but kind eyes, her flowing hair, her perky little breasts, the softness of her loins.

''Once this is all over and done with I will take her away from here... Far away from this... this hell... Maybe I could find her a new home? Maybe she could stay with me?''

He didn't know for how long she was on his mind until he found himself standing on the steps of the brothel. The light rain poured down from the potruding roof and formed small waterfalls, gushing down from the balconies.

He sighed and wiped some water from his face before he knocked... reluctantly... He was thinking of Embla so hard that he failed to notice the strap of paper nailed into the murky doorframe.

''To anyone who reads this, Haelga's Bunkhouse, is closed indefinetely. This one is leaving the town to stay with her aunt's caravan. Too many evil things has happened to this place as of late, and Khajiit is too afraid to remain here for now. She will eventually, and hopefully return, one day when she can feel safe once again. Mi'Siri wishes all of our clients and our girls a good day and to truly take care of those they love.''

~ Yours sincerely, madame Mi'Siri

Sibern slightly slammed his fist into the door and cursed lowly. It didn't take long for him to realise however that the door was unlocked, despite the note stating that the place was closed.

Looters?

He let the door slid open with a vague creaking noise and entered. The place seemed to be bereft of all life as he entered the building. No lamps were lit and the only sound heard was that of the rain pattering against the window. It was otherwise completely quiet... and gray...

He went gently into that dark corridor. He was expecting to hear the obscene giggles and moans of people copulating, but there was none to be heard. The brothel had truly been abandoned. He slowly approached Embla's room. He didn't expect to find her there either, but his entire body was aching in longing for her. Somehow he was hoping not to find her there as it would mean that she had left this horrid place as well.

The door to her room was left slightly open. "Embla?" he asked softly before opening it completely.

What he saw inside filled him a shock of rage and sorrow. Embla's body lied over the bedspread. The sheets were coated in blood. Her severed head lied on the floor. Her blind eyes stared out into the nothingness that was death.

''Why didn't you save me, Sibern? ''they seemed to say.

He gasped out and tried to hold the contents of his stomach inside, but failed. He vomited outside in the hallway as he sobbed, raged and cried. He struggled to keep his senses alert as he approached her head and closed her eyes for good.

"Farewell, Embla", he sobbed.

He continued to make a thorough investigation of the room, slowly coming to a conclusion that whoever had done the deed was in league with the Pale Man and not the Pale Man himself. It was without further doubt done by the same culprit as the one who had murdered Vincent.

Sibern stepped out of the room and into the hallway again, remaining silent for a brief moment.

"Bastard!" he cursed. "You fucking bastard!" He slammed his knuckles hard into the wall beside him, ignoring the pain and the bleeding wounds. "I will kill you... I will fucking kill you! I will... I will..."

He could barely hold it together as he collapsed on his knees in the hallway, wiping his tears away.

''I couldn't save her either... I can't save anyone... I am only capable of destruction... ''A subtile rage entered him. ''And destruction I will bring... I will find you, you pale bastard. I will find you and rip your tongue from your body. You won't be needing it...''

He fumbled desperately to get his case out of his pocket, emptying almost all of it in a single sweep.

The dead do not speak...