Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150204102142/@comment-24530992-20150207040605

Bryce slipped up the stairs, keeping as quiet as possible. He neared the top floor, but stopped when he heard low voices coming from down the hall...

"As expected, they're here..." A female voice said, followed by a sigh.

"Indeed they are. The plans are still underway, though. Do not fret," a male one replied, before footsteeps were heard, before fading away.

Bryce sighed, before continuing up the stairs. He slit one guard's throat, before stopping near a large, locked door. He jiggled the door handle, but it didn't budge. He sighed, before deciding to glance through the keyhole. He was surprised when the door was pulled open, and he fell forward. A silver blade was swung down, but Bryce quickly rolled out of the way, nearly getting impaled.

"As expected..." Jaquelle sighed, taking a step back as Bryce pulled himself up off the floor.

"It's like a family reuinion," Bryce commented. "Except more blood will be spilled this time, and I guarantee you it wont be mine."

"I wouldn't be so sure, sweetheart," Jaquelle grinned, her blade pointed out infront of her. "Let us fight till death, son."

Bryce almost smiled, his dual blades shining in the somewhat dim light. He took the first attempt at an injury, but it was parried. Jaquelle said no word to taunt, but swung at his neck instead. Bryce ducked underneath it, the blade nearly clipping his hair. He then jabbed again at her arm, but was again parried.

He was beginning to grow angry. He began to press forward, slicing at her sides and legs. One cleaved into her thigh, and she let out a wail of pain before beginning to wildly swing her blades. One struck him in the arm, opening a gap of flesh. It began to bleed, and he cursed silently to himself.

Jaquelle growled, limping towards the man with a distorted expression as she grew furious. She swung with brute force towards Bryce, but he raised his swords in a cross formation, blocking the attack, but it caused him to stagger. Jaquelle took the oppritunity and fenced at his side, cutting another large wound slightly above his hip.

"Enough!" Bryce shouted, bringing his leg up and kicking her leg wound. She fell onto her back after losing her footing, her leg all throbbing, stinging, and burning from the pain he had caused. She swung again, this time catching his chest. It left a deep wound in his chest, but he ignored it as he brought one of his blades down into her arm, pinning her.

"Rebelliousness has it's limits... You pushed too far, mother. And for that, you will pay with your blood." Bryce muttered, keeping her other arm down with his foot. He swung the sword of shards down, and it pierced straight into her chest, leaving her lifeless. He moved away from her fresh corpse, standing tall. A group of people busted through the doors, into the room.

"Bryce? Did you do it? We saw... By the nine, you did!" Alex exclaimed, rushing over to his nephew.

"Damn right," the latter smiled.

"I'll deal with the corpses, now.. You ought to get moving back to Riverwood... Have your wounds tended there." Alex advised, smiling. Bryce nodded, and was about to leave, until he saw a figure shift in a dark corner. An arrow flew out of the corner with unremarkable speed, directly towards Alex.

"No, watch out!" Bryce shouted, stepping infront of him. But, the target was not harmed... Bryce was. The arrow pierced straight through the gem of his amulet, shattering what was in it. He let out a small gasp as it ripped through his chest. He then collapsed to the ground, as his very life left..

"Whoops, it seems I missed..." A voice chuckled, moving out of the shadows. Alex was absolutely speechless... He looked up, before his jaw dropped.

"C-Cesaire?!" He growled. "I will strangle you with my own hands! I swear on my fucking life!" He screamed, running after his brother.

"I'm afraid that won't be necessary." The silver haired man smiled, before vanishing. He left an old mage behind, however...

"You!! Get over hear, or I'll slit your throat!" Alexandre growled. The mage, frightened, nodded, and hobbled over. The same mage Bryce had been with since he was a child.

"We are going back to Riverwood, now. Move it!" Alex ordered, before picking Bryce's lifeless body up off of the ground, stomping out of the manor in a blinding rage.