Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20170206175530/@comment-3293219-20170319011553

Javid stepped into the atrium, rubbing his hands together furiously as he fought the cool breeze, carried by the night. In truth, he wasn’t that cold but even the coolest of air felt like ice compared to that oven-like feeling of being in Hammerfell.

How many years had it been since he last set foot there? How he missed it… He spent quite a bit of time there as a Crimson Guard, given that Hermious used to conduct business there, back when he actually bothered to trade for things…

He looked up at the statues, not having a clue as to who they were, the only statue he could identify was St Alessia and that was because she looked like a porcelain doll, so she stuck out. The rest were men with large, wizard beards and frowns.

He made a left, towards the Market district, deciding that he’d drink at the merchant’s inn tonight. As he turned the corner, he noticed how… empty the district was. Granted this was the most pointless district as nobody lived here and there were no buildings but still, one or two guards were surely necessary for its defence.

The Redguard felt unsure about this and picked up the pace, this wasn’t right, this wasn’t right at all. All he had to do was get to the Market district, however, this quickly seemed to be an impossible goal as he saw a red-cloaked figure, wearing black leather armour, the sleeves were jagged, much like the base of the cape. The whole outfit of the man made him look like he’d been thrown off of a roof a few minutes ago, however, seeing that the cape and foot wraps were a certain shade of red, Javid instantly identified the man as a Crimson Guard…

Half of his face was shielded by a shade hate and the bottom half was wrapped up in his cloak. The cloak itself was pinned to the black leather armour on his chest by steel strips. His hands were protected by wrist gauntlets of leather, with bandages underneath them. Given that their skin was supposedly like ebony, it didn’t seem logical to lay them down with any kind of armour…

Besides, it was considered a great triumph to even hit one of these guys…

Javid quickly reached for the blade at his hip, drawing it an inch or two out of its sheathe as he watched the creature from afar. Though it looked like a man and acted somewhat like a man, there was nothing human left in its glowing red eyes.

As he anticipated the Crimson Guardsman’s attack, he heard a faint ‘tap’ behind him, followed in succession by another one, which prompting him to spin around, finding himself coming face to face with two more Crimson guards, both of which looked identical.

Each one used a different, akaviri weapon, curved blades, katanas, elegant spears that Javid couldn’t name at the moment… He stepped back before hearing the same tapping sound, coming from behind, prompting him to turn and see two more, now staring him in the face.

He backed away again as the four warriors simply stared at him, as if waiting for him to make his move. The fifth one, by the gate, now marched over to him, readying its double ended sword.

Javid frowned as he continued to scan them, waiting for any sign of movement. In all honesty, he was intimidated, he was outnumbered, outclassed and even out skilled. No mortal man could challenge one of these creatures to a fight, never mind six.

None-the-less, Javid wasn’t a man to take such a thing lying down and decided to test his luck. He noisily drew his sword before lunging forward, with a slach, noticing that his blade was instantly deflected by the double edged sword. He gasped as it was knocked back, falling straight into another Crimson Guard’s sword, which was stuck in his lower back, prompting him to gasp as another blade slashed across his right arm, another against his left calf muscle and finally one against his chest before he was thrown to the floor and the Crimson Guard started to circle him.

Javid yelled out in pain as he was thrown to the ground, trembling as he processed the four wounds at once. He got it pretty quickly, that he was being toyed with, how was he to defend himself? He couldn’t fight and running wasn’t exactly an option…

He took several deep breaths, getting ready to rise to his feet once more, taking a tight grip of his sword. This would likely be the last time he swung it and if that was the case, then it was going to draw blood.

He scrambled to his feet but quickly found a blade pierce his right calf muscle, this time sliding past the shinbone and jutting out of his shin, prompting him to cry out in agony before falling back down to the floor, dropping his sword and panting as his sword hand curled up into a trembling wreck.

<p class="MsoNormal">This wasn’t a fight, this was butchery, he was being tormented and any form of retaliation would only prolong his suffering, suffering that was probably coming to an end as he felt the blade slowly slide out of his wound, prompting him to whimper as manly as he could manage, given that he feeling little but despair right now and was simply hoping for a quick death.

<p class="MsoNormal">The Crimson guards, finally done with him, lifted their blades in unison and held them, targeting several vital areas to make their kill. Their hands hovered for a moment before striking down on said targets.

<p class="MsoNormal">“FUS RO DAH!” A voice, that sounded like a crack of thunder burst out from above the Redguard’s head, sending all five Crimson Guards bounding down the plaza, hitting the floor several times as they went before sliding along, one of them even managed to reach the plaza door.

<p class="MsoNormal">A man in black armour, with glowing, red, grooves came charging out, brandishing an axe made of similar daedric metal. It was impossible to see who he was, through his bird-like helmet but a grey and black, furred tail swayed behind him as he hopped over Javid’s wounded form and appeared by a fallen Crimson Guard’s side.

<p class="MsoNormal">He roared in fury, bringing his axe down on the guard’s head, cleaving through the neck and managing to separate the head and shoulders with a clean, brutal cut. The rest of the Crimson Guard shambled to their feet, scuttling back and raising their weapons in, what looked like, fear.

<p class="MsoNormal">The Khajiit decided not to go after them but simply stared, blood still dripping from his axe, that hung from his side as he confidently awaited their retaliation but, to his surprise, they simply ducked down and leapt upwards, hopping onto the walls of the district and leaping away, fleeing the scene.

<p class="MsoNormal">Valus rushed in behind him, kneeling down by his Redguard Associate’s side, he pulled a pink phial from his hip and pressed it to his lips.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Shit, Ketojan! He’s losing blood! We need to get him back to Rayne!”

<p class="MsoNormal">Ketojan slowly turned around, staring down at the wounded man, he marched over to him and stood over him, looking down on him, as if deciding what to do.

<p class="MsoNormal">Deciding that there was no risk of death, he knelt down, picking the Redguard up in his arms and lifting him up to his chest. He did his best to ignore Javid’s groans of agony as he did so, looking to Valus to lead the way.

<p class="MsoNormal">Valus just stared back, he was actually quite impressed that Ketojan could lift him as he looked to be the same size as the Khajiit… Mind you, Ketojan was often full of surprises.

<p class="MsoNormal">Deciding that time was of the essence, Valus nodded and shuffled on, heading straight to the Talos Plaza District.