Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150204102142/@comment-24530992-20150207032620

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After several days of riding, evading ambushes, they had arrived in Daggerfall. After resting, they were completely refreshed. Bryce had his armor tempered, and his blades sharpened. He completed the sword of shards, and prepared for battle.

"I doubt there is any need for a speech here. Never has been... But you all know what this cause is for. This win is a must," Alex said, readying his longsword. "Let's move."

The soldiers nodded, and began to charge, bursting through the gates. The Bellamois soldiers were startled, and had little time to react before they were brutally killed. They began to clear a path to the manor, allowing for Bryce to slip through without spilling much blood. He ended up encountering one, but was ended when he had sliced it's throat with his dual wielded blades.

He shoved the manor doors open. The estate was massive, taking up the majority of the north part of the city. He nearly passed out from the stench of the rotting corpses and rats, but he kept himself from breathing in the noxious fumes of the deceased.

He cut through the men inside with ease, but he felt a cold hand grab his shoulder from behind, and shove him to the nearest wall.

"Oh, little brother.." A raspy voice started, growing ever louder as the speaker got closer. "Didn't mother ever teach you not to play with knives like that? Oh, wait... You were given up, for the gift... My mistake," the man taunted. Bryce regained his breath and turned to see his brother, with matted hair and exceptionally pale skin.

"Oh, it's you..." Bryce grumbled. "Blacen, if I am not mistaken?"

"You aren't little brother. The only mistake you have made was coming to face us.. alone."

"Atleast I am not a monster, killing innocents with little to no reason. You will meet your end today, Blacen," the younger brother said, rising from the ground. His blades were readied, and the former charged, swinging the sword of shards at the latter. It was easily blocked, and countered with a swift kick to the gut.

"You'll have to do better than that if you want to even get close to mother!" he laughed manically, swinging his blade towards Bryce, but it was very clumsy. Bryce easily evaded the attack, jabbing at his side. He grazed him, and Blacen let out a grunt of pain. He quickly looked up again, before grinning. Bryce simply glared at him, before swinging again. The older brother rolled backwards, barely avoiding the sword. He returned with a low kick, causing Bryce to stumble backwards. He fell onto his back, and the former quickly jumped ontop of him, holding a knife to his throat.

"Who taught you your skills, uncle?!" He taunted again, pressing the blade down with more force as Bryce held his arm back.

"Yeah. Funny, how they're far superior to yours," the latter smiled, before spitting in his face. He tumbled off, and Bryce took the short moment of him being grounded to mortally wound him with a stab to the gut. Blacen let out a loud groan, before rolling onto his back. Blood began to spill out rapidly, the liquids pooling around Bryce's boots as he stepped forward.

"I thought this would've been a challenge... It seems I was mistaken. Now..." He knelt down, pressing the cold steel to his brother's throat. "...You can rot in Oblivion."

He was ended with one quick swipe, a fountain of blood spraying and coating his face. He spat out what had gotten in his mouth, before setting off to find his mother...