Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20151005194811/@comment-24736819-20151019003740

Destro kept staring at the Knights guarding the entrance, not moving one single muscle or saying anything...he simply waited.

"Obviously they are in this together. It can't be a coincidence that he was also at the Bannered Mare way back in White Run at the same time the richboy was there.", Cori commented, stepping into the room as well.

"Hmm, quite observative, aren't we?", the bard got up.

"Sit back down, mr. Carden.", Anvil was the next to enter the room, violently kicking a chair, "Or we'll force you to sit."

Seconds after the muscular Imperial, the two bosmeri archers and another 3 imperial mercenaries entered the room.

"I'd love to see you forcing me to sit, princess.", Carden chuckled. He saw Maximus carefully getting out of the room and decided it was time to do the same. Anvil charged at the bard, drooling in anger.

It was rather easy to pin the bard down and punch him into a bloody mess...that was until he was struck in the head by a sharp object that quickly started to drain the life out of him. Anvil angrily spinned towards the agressor, realizing it was the well-dressed imperial using his cane.

"Ah, I got you now, you bastard!", he jumped over the imperial and strangely missed the target, seeing that Maximus had used the cane to smack Anvil's face. The muscular bandit grew angrier and yelled at his companions to help.

The three imperial mercenaries came to his aid, managing to hold Maximus long enough for Cori to stab him continuously between the ribs.

"Won't be screwing with us much longer!", he said before being tackled to the ground by the bard. A healthy Carden attempted to stab Cori with a elven dagger but only managed to cut the man's right cheek, almost poking Cori's eye out.

Luckily, Andraeth, one of the bosmeri twins was quick enough with her own dagger to thrust it into Carden's neck. Blood spurted everywhere.

It was then that they realized Maximus trying to escape through the window. Váli was quick enough and threw his war axe, cutting the imperial's right hand and ultimately making him fall outside. Andraeth went to the window and saw the body down below, realizing the man died upon hitting the ground.

"Gone...", she said, turning around to look at the room. Váli saw the elf's eyes widen as she faced the gruesome battle.

...

"You are one tricky bastard.", the bard chuckled, "Thank my father that I am who I am."

"Relax, it was all planned...heh. That is what you get if you try to mess with...", Max opened his arms as if he was presenting himself and made trumpet sounds with his mouth, "The Great Forsennato!"

The imperial made cheering sounds of a crowd.

"You are crazy, Max. Truly feeble-minded", Carden shook his head before smirking, "I like that a lot."

They headed towards the White-Gold Tower.

...

Andraeth knelt beside her sister's corpse. She spotted the cuts that she made and passed her index finger over the one which killed her sister.

Anvil fainted without even realizing what happened. Váli looked around, counting the bodies.

"He made us kill each other...", he growled, "The fucking cunt made us kill each other!", the nord grabbed the nearest table and toss it across the room as if it weighted nothing.

Cori got up, in shock, realizing that he had indeed lost the vision on his right eye. He trembled nervously and muttered:

"W-what n-now, b-boss?"

Váli realized that 3 members of the whole original crew were still alive; and from those only 2 were physically capable of fighting while only the chief was psychologically well to truly be a menace.

"We find a way to get them.", he angrily stated.