Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20170206175530/@comment-3293219-20170216190130

With the sun half way up the sky, Javid left Jakben’s manor house behind, stepping out into the Talos Plaza district as he shut the door, with a content and happy sigh. The Redguard did enjoy the sun, not as it’s known in Hammerfell, Gods no… but he did like its brightness and its warmth on a morning like today.

Sparrows chirped as they fluttered out of the rafters, seemingly disturbed by the aged wooden door closing. Paying no mind to their cries, Javid stepped out, into the Imperial City, hands slipping into his pockets as he headed towards the Green Emperor way, looking up to the White Gold Tower.

He loved these walks, sure he would never be one of the people but during this time of day? He was just a man, one of many finely dressed men in Talos Plaza and he could forget that he was a marked man. It took some getting used to, walking around outside but if Rayne could do it, so could he.

His scimitar hung from his waist, it might seem a bit stereotypical for him to use one but it was the blade that agree with him the most. It was both swift and sharp, a perfect, deadly combination. Javid’s days as an actual soldier were long behind him but having a sword at his hips, walking around a foreign city, it truly reminded him of his time in the Crimson Guard.

It was how he met Rayne and the others, he ended up tracking them down after years of being on the run. An unwashed, unshaven wreck, constantly looking over his shoulder and sleeping with one eye open. The Crimson Guard stalked him, warriors who were unparalleled in strength and skill and this was before Hermious got his way and changed them into the ruthless band of assassins that they are now.

Tradition dictated that House Hermious and its keep were defended by a group of elite soldiers, lead by the most senior member of the group. The tradition went back centuries, to when the house was founded and the Second of House Hermious insisted on founding the order to defend the head of the house from his enemies. They have changed a number of times, starting off as intimidating men in red armour, the Crimson Guard have served as mages, shadow-like rogues or whatever other protection the head of the house needed or whatever the leader required.

Javid was such a leader once, the first Redguard to fill the roll. Not that Redguards weren’t allowed to before but none joined the Crimson Guard for hundreds of years before the house was founded and the ones that did died before they could become the most senior members of the order, one or two went rogue.

He was so proud back then, twenty eight years old and already the eldest Crimson Guard. It was a pretty sad state of affairs but under his lead only on Guard was killed, something that he regretted until the day that he was forced to leave in disgrace. Like all good things his command came to an end, the day that Hermious changed what the Crimson Guard were.

Within that instant he became the enemy and was forced to flee High Rock as what remained of his comrades hunted him, day and night. He cared little about his life but wasn’t going to let Hermious be the one to kill him and he certainly wasn’t going to kill himself. He ran for the best part of two years before eventually finding Rayne…

His smile faded as he thought on these things as he often found himself doing, the Crimson Guard once had warriors like Geoth, the Dunmeri hero of Morrowind. Now they were abominations, similar to the ones that Jagar Tharn inflicted on the world, loyal men, stripped of everything that made them men and then spat out, back into the world, to make those who refused suffer and that was just what Hermious did to his friends…

Javid was close to the Market District now, hearing a few pats of a child’s feet as the young Imperial approached him, his face obscured by dirt as he held up a note, written in Valus’ impossible not to tut at cursive hand writing…

Midnight, Elven Garden District, by the Fountain.

 -            V

Javid folded the paper and slipped it into his pocket, giving the child a nod before tossing him four septims. It might seem like a meagre sum but giving them too many made them a target for other beggars, who would assault them for it.

Children especially were easy pickings…

<p class="MsoNormal">Javid stepped through the gates, continuing his day as normal…

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