Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24736819-20141208164428/@comment-5583506-20150103043423

A couple of Apprentices noticed Kashmira in her brand new outfit. They immediately recognised her, both her face, but also the colours of her robes. Without further hesitation they charged at her... and fell just as quickly.

It turned out to get easier the further she went. On every surprised expression she saw she could recognise all that hatred for her and her father. But now the fruit of their despise had come returned to the Sanctum... and it was here to purge...

-

Kyrie and Belinda witnessed from afar how the Khajiit with the skills of a Master cut down five or more charging Apprentices in two single strokes of her blade.

"We must warn the Masters!" hissed Belinda.

"How?!" replied Kyrie and was frozen in fear, knowing that Kashmira would soon get close to their hideout. "They have all gone to war!"

"What about Master Ran'Jinro?! Maybe he could talk some sense into her? Or even better: kill that cat bitch for good!"

Kyrie nodded. "Should you or should I?"

When Belinda saw Kashmira's blade cut through an unfortunate Apprentice on the length her face turned pale and she didn't dare to move from the hiding spot. "You go", she murmured.

Kyrie knew that Belinda was terrified. She was terrified as well. Kashmira was without question a threat of gigantic proportions when no Master was in the Sanctum. The Khajiit had a fury in her eyes like she had never seen.

"May the Light protect you, Kashmira", she said before she left the safety of the hiding spot. "Because no one else will..."

-

"Take this! And this! And that!" growled Kashmira as she watched the Apprentices either fight with her or run from her. Whatever they chose, they were already dead. "Ha ha!" she snarled. "And here I thought that the same place that almost broke me would at least put up some sort of resistance, but it seems that it knows when it has met its ultimate fate!"

Ten guards came charging at her with raised swords. Kashmira loosened up her grip around the handle of her sword with her dwemer-constructed hand, and then began to spin around. As blows tried to land on her she deflected them with ease in what seemed to be a dance of ripostes. It confused the guards to see their hard efforts turn into what looked like a child's play and before they knew it, Kashmira countered with some attacks of her own. They were so disrupted that none of them stood a chance, standing in utter shock as they watched their comrades die one by one.

Kashmira took her blade out of one of the guards and threw it cheerfully up in the air before she catched it again. "Maybe its time for some new order around here?" she muttered. "I have never had such a disappointing battle in all my life..."

-

"MASTER!" gasped Kyrie as she entered the elderly Khajiit's chamber door.

Ran'Jinro stood at the balcony and gazed out over the vale. It stormed in the horizon. "What is it, my child?" he asked with a voice almost as weak as the distant thunder.

"Kashmira!" she panted. "Kashmira has come! She is wearing the robes of the Vul! She is killing all the Apprentices and all of the guards!"

Ran'Jinro said nothing as if he knew already. He sighed and threw a questionable glance at his blade on top of the shelf. He had barely touched it for years since his condition had gotten the better off him, yet he knew that this was the day he would once again be forced to wield it. And probably his last...

He fetched the blade and looked at it somberly. "Dear Rashka and Shabhira", he uttered. "Guide me this day. What should I do? Should I slay your firstborn child you both sacrificed your lives for? Or should I let her run me through, so that maybe she can have some peace of her own, whatever peace she is seeking?"

He remained quite for a while as the sounds of the struggle came closer and closer. "What should I do?"

"Master?" said Kyrie.

He nodded. "Yes. I do believe I have foreseen this day." He looked at Kyrie. "My child, remember your promise?"

She nodded with her eyes full of tears.

"My book. Protect it well. And remember to read those last pages..."

And with those words he slowly began to exit his chambers.

"Don't go!" said Kyrie all in a sudden. "She will... she will..."

"I am going to meet my destiny, child. Only one of us will fall this night, but know this: It's all been prepared."

Prepared?

Before she had a moment to ask the old Khajiit what he had meant he was gone...