Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150502142033/@comment-5583506-20150504153449

Garulf didn't even feel the first cut... or the last... The blade struck him with precise movements into his chest, faster than any human being could have ever accomplished. Before his very eyes he could see how the shadow, the monster he had served, carve his chest open, reach its begloved hand into his ribs and rip his heart from his very chest.

There was no pain... only darkness... Garulf, the captain of the guard collapsed with his back against the wall, watching as the monster took his still pumping muscle and put it inside of a sack. He was still alive, but he felt how his mind slowly drifted away in time with the spurts of blood that came out of him.

The monster... No... the Pale Man looked at the captain with what seemed to be some form of sympathy. "I am sorry, Garulf. I truly am. You shouldn't be held responsible for something that your ancestor did hundreds of years ago. If only he hadn't been involved in my death, maybe you could have lived out your life in peace? Ah, well... I thank you for your sacrifice and I just know that your heart will keep me going for maybe hundreds of years longer when I am complete."

The shadowy figure disappeared from the captain's office. Garulf wanted to say something, but only blood sputtered out of his mouth. Then he slowly remembered what Embla had told him before she died. He started to smile, and to smile would be the last thing he would do in this life...

Only one more reagent, thought the shadow as it moved through the secret passageways of Riften. Time to pay an old Servant a visit...



"I do not wish to stay here any longer", said Sibern. "Let's go. Now. To the office of the City Watch."