Snow Day: Intro. Options

[CMX]

Solstheim. 2000, at Thormoore's Watch.

Night fall arrived, as the frigid water sloshed from side to side of canoe. It has been a week since i had last drank, and by the nine it's cold. No amount of gold or alcohol could have forced me to conduct this operation. I, as a former employee and friend of the Dark Brotherhood; My presence was....unfortunately required.

The canoe closed the distance to the snow-capped shore. I dropped the anchor i had rigged from the fish bones i had collected over my trek; and departed from the canoe to the shore. Toting my bow in my right hand, i casually trotted up the rocks, onto the mainland of the area. "Thormoore's watch, if I'm not mistaken." i muttered to my self.

Snapping my head to the left, i raised and readied my bow and arrow. Through the almost consistent snowfall, a figure of a man holding up a small lantern slowly shaped together, as he closed the distance. "Oy! Is there anyone there!?" the figure shouted to me. With a bit of hesitation, i closed in on him, as the snow compacted onto my enchanted cloak. "Just a lost hunter, is all!" I shouted back.

With my bow still sighted in on the man, my fur cloak began to take the shade of snow. My bow even started to fade into the snowstorm. "Where are ya, hunter? Follow my light to shelter!" he shouted again. Soon, the only things that were visible on my person was my lightly pressed foot prints. I tracked and trailed the man, who appeared as a nord, with a good 10 meters of distance between us. Knowing that these nords still on this island tend to have sensitive sense, my arrowhead was always sighted on his legs. I somewhat prayed that he'd run in my direction. It's been a while since ive been sent anywhere to extract an object, all while making contact with no one.

Following the man's large footsteps left me with a trail pointing to a well crafted cabin. The sound and smells brought me to the conclusion that there was at least a family, maybe even children present. Taking no chances, i halted short of the house, watching the man hang his lantern upon his front porch. A large, but beautiful woman greeted the man at the door with a kiss, as they both entered their cabin. "Children....maybe dogs." I murmured to my self. Circling around the perimeter of the house, i cut behind the cabin, in hopes of taking out any guard wolfs. The mumbles and grumbles in the cabin, and the snowed-in pet houses verified my suspicions.

I backed up a few meters away from the large cabin, as i removed my more cumbersome equipment. Stripping down to just my old brotherhood armor, I shoved the rest of my gear into an old owl nest, nestled into the side of a tree. "Just this one, and I swear i'm done." I said, followed by a steadying swig from a bottle labeled: 'Nerve Medicine.' Pulling up his hood and mask, he took a readied stance, with blade in hand.

-Please critique, i know i have horrible spelling and punctuation. Will revise second act after i get back from my niece's bday party. And yes, i havent disclosed my character's age, race, and overall personal discription. ^.^

This post has been edited by CMX: Aug 9 2011, 05:55 PM

[CMX]

Solstheim, 2300, Thormoore's Watch. Outside cabin.

The snow collected on my mask, as i shook my head. I held the blade by the grip, with my free hand upon the pommel. I moved through the snowstorm, as i hugged the wall; listening to the insides of the cabin. "Freya, it's almost sunset. Tend to the children, and I'll close up for the evening." I raise my blade to catch an interior reflection, as i spot a wildly haired nord, towering over his much smaller wife. The two shared the same taste in clothing, as they both donned bear skin, drapped over leather hide. The small woman laid a kiss upon her husband, as they pulled away; frost expelling from the two's lips.

My eyes were fixed on the man, as i spotted him turning towards his front door. I had my blade trail behind me, as i crept into the kitchen. The steps of the woman could be heard, as I kept her pace, slowly creeping to the man. I pass the kitchen table, as i glance at my secondary objective. A chandelier lined with 5 hand crafted ebony blades, encircling a glimmering stalrihm blade.

My eyes were fixed long enough for me to intercept the house' guard dog; which turned out to be nothing more than a curious wolf-pup. He flopped his tail side to side to play, as he began to pant. 'Damn!' I thought. Why did i forget the pet!? Without a break in my prowl, i took a knee beside the rather large dining table, snagging a peice of meat onto my blade. "Here buddy......there you go. Meat.....You like meat?" I muttered to the pup, waving the slab of meat. To my surpise, he waddle off, snack in hand. My hands trembled, as i stood back up, watching the man adjust the locks upon the door. I could almost feel his breath pattern. I was behind him. Then he spoke, in the most softest voice a nord could produce.

"I was waiting for you. My Family is upstairs. Wont you kill me outside? I wouldnt want to disturb them." The man said, still facing the door. "Just.....quietly take the blade, then meet me outside." And then he departed outside. I was at a loss of words. The training in me told me to kill everyone, then exfiltrate. But i felt a sense of truth to his words. I could just kill him outside, and make it like he never made it back. No hassle, no thought, no emotion. Maybe it was the lack of drink, or the lack of natural sunlight. But i did as he told. I silently secured the blade from the chandelier, and followed suit. I was going to get this job done.