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, 0130. Thormoore's Watch. 2.5 KM from exfiltration point.

The storm was as strong as ever, as i lugged the finely crafted blade to where stashed my gear. "I'll cloak up, kill him like a dog, and head to the boat. Simple.....yeah, simple." I said to my self. It almost felt like a trudge as i stomped to my dead drop zone. Placing the blade by the tree, i could feel my hands start to tremble again. 'F--k, F--k, F--k!' Thought to my self.

My nerves were shot from my last mission. The psychological operations department of the brotherhood told me the overexertion from it, and even the situation led to me attating symptoms of 'Post-Traumatic-Stress-Disorder' and Severe anxiety and depression. I felt that the director of Psy-Op only told me this because of the untimely order of operation in which i performed and completed my mission.

It wasnt my choice to kill the target, his wife and children. But...they defied me. I would have stayed in my bed silently even if i knew my father was going to die. I wouldnt fight. Not for honor. Screw them, and the director.

Shaking it off, i threw the cloak over my self; Immersing my self into the snowy backdrop. Now i felt safe. Now i felt gone. Clutching the cold Stalrihm blade under the coat, i crunched back to the cabin's frontside, and proceded to follow the now faint trail of the Target. He is a target. Not a person. Im damn sure.

I came to the shore, as a silhouette of a man formed together. I can cut him from shoulder to hip, search his pockets, and exfiltrate. Thats the plan. I....I'm certain.

I was a ghost with the way i stepped towards him. I wanted to run through him, and straight to my canoe. The snow must be freezing my judgement. And im sure i didnt bring my lip balm.

Now at a dash, I struck with an upward slash, as i crushed through the man. Correct me if I am wrong, consiousness; But with a double edged Stalrihm blade versus a man, it should feel like a slicing motion. Running through, I quickly circled around the target; inspecting the body. No blood, just alot of snow and a broken bear and leather hide armor lay sprawled across the snow. And then it hit me, and he hit me hard. I should have stolen a sip of mead before i trekked out here.