Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29559990-20150719233658/@comment-5543592-20150720134808

17 in two days.

That's mow many deaths this fort managed to rack up in just 48 hours.

Some would say that was a record. A heartless some. But not Daihi. He considered it a tragedy. And he couldn't let that go unpunished.

Which is why these bandits were terrified out of their minds right now.

"Oh, shit, he just took down Skjor!" A Breton in fur armor called to a fellow bandit, crouching by an unconscious Nord.

"Forget him!  We need to keep moving!" The bandit called back. In a fort of twelve they were already down eight. They hadn't even noticed at first. But when he'd gotten their numbers down to six, one bandit had stumbled over a body and that sent them all into a frezy, looking for the attacker.

Except there wasn't an attacker. The bandits were convinced they were being taken out by some kind of incorpreal being. They couldn't see it, couldn't hit it, didn't know where it was. One bandit had even come up with a theory that this was just a really bad skooma high, and I'd all be over soon.

He'd gone down next.

Now Skjor was out- appearently the attacker had decended from above, which would've made sense, except that 'above' was a ruined ledge 20 metres in the air, sticking out of a two thousand year old tower. No one was crazy enough to climb up there, let alone jump off.

"Fan out!" The bandits issued disjuncted orders to each other. Nothing really helped.

4 left..

Two were in a pair and then the other two had split up, one of them getting the birhgt idea to check the interior of the keep, where no one could see him.

Daithi would've felt sorry for the bandit, had he been anything but.

As the bandits advanced through the keep, his sword shaking in his hands, Daithi made his move. Shimming along the outerwall of the keep's tower, he came in through a window high in the structure, and crossed a support beam, ending up above the bandit. Daithi dropped, dangling from the beam, and used it as an acrobatic bar, to set himself up  Kicking his legs out front to give himself momentum, he launched through the air, flipping several times, and landing just behind the bandit, coming up after a roll.

Daithi tapped the man on the shoulder and he whirled around.

"What do you- oh, fuck, Shor!" The bandit shut his eyes in terror and swung his sword wildly. Daithi stepped around the slashes and knocked the bandit unconscious with a blow to the temple.

The door to the keep flew open and two of the last three bandits charged in. He saw what they were armed with- crossbows, the one thing keeping him from handling this the old fashion way.

"Oh sit, it got Mjalki." The first bandit protested

"How?  Where is it?" The second complained.

The room was empty now, except for Mjalki's unconscious body. They moved forward, crossbows raised, thinking Daithi had gone down a hall.

The elf stepped out from behind the door, walked up behind the two, and bashed their heads together. Both bandits collapsed instantly and Daithi turned on a dime, and headed outside, searching for the final bandit.

He had taken a look out position on the wall surrounding the courtyard. Armed with a bow, he was thinking he had the lay of the land and none could sneak up on him.

Daithi soon proved him wrong. The Bosmer slunk from cover to cover, until he was underneath the bandit. Daithi easily scaled the wall, gripping the edge right by the bandit's feet, and pulled the man off by his ankles.

"Ah!" The bandit screamed as he shortly plummeted through the air, crashing to the ground on his back. His cry was cut sort as the air was knocked from his lungs.

Daithi approached the man, who help up his hands, pleading mercy. Daithi's icey blue eyes were unforgiving. He brought his foot up and it came down on the bandit's head.

With the last one taken care of, Daithi relaxed, glancing around the fort at his handy work, before moving outside to call his steed.

He needed to head to Whiterun.

The guards should know their were twelve unconscious bandits awaiting pick-up.