WG- Another Shadow Over Hackdirt Options

[Elisabeth Hollow]

I apologize for clogging the free-roaming Wobbly Goblet thread with our mission, as neither of us thought about making another thread(Until I did this morning.)

Once we get a hold of an Admin, we'll see abut putting the rest of the mission here. Until then our Hackdirt posts will be kept here.

[Darkness Eternal]

It was just as predicted. Kayla gave in to her sympathy and pulled Draken away from the cell and out into the dark, damp corridor. Draken limped on as she pulled him toward an escape route, rushing through the cave in the shadow.

The evil, inferal weapon that was Dawnbreaker began to glow, mimicking the bright tyrannical light that sun at his presence as if it were alive. As if Meridia herself embodied the blade and groaned at her servant being absent-minded in the great peril she was facing.

Draken saw them coming, but he did nothing. Afterall, what could a half-weak nobleman do when faced with such a situation? Right now the mask he wore was that of Drathan. Draken Decumus can wait a few seconds longer.

Draken can wait even though the savages wrapped their arms around his neck and shoulder to drag him back. He can wait as they bit him, hit him and struck him over and over while he could only grunt. He can wait as the undead-murdering fiend that Kayla was dragged by her hair and retaliated with swears and kicks and fire.

The men guided by their hunger and lust and murderous desires left him there in favor of the one who struggled. To them, they must have thought, this won't put up a fight. He's lost the will to live. We'll deal with him after she's detained.

Brutes.

"Do something!" Kayla shouted with a plea, and Draken could try to muster a sympathetic and frightened nod, or try to move a muscle to help her. But instead, for a fraction of a second, he was encouraged to let her die. A wounded ego that was his would love to see Meridia's champion bested by a bunch of shirtless apes dressed in the skin of men.

Then, like a cornered animal, she pounced and fought and killed them.

My, how graphic, she's a true vulgarian.

Though she was alive, she was injured and asking for help. Draken climbed weakly to his feet, saber in hand. The auburn-hair altmer crawled toward her pack, with her wounds calling to him.

"I will help," Draken said. "Don't fret. We shall get out of this situation soon enough.

I know I will.

For centuries, taking a life has never been difficult. But when he first began? His first kill was terryfing. Taking the life of an innocent was harder than say, taking his own.

He looks at Kayla and doesn't see an innocent woman, but a threat. A murderous threat that would sooner kill him than strike a conversation if she knew what he was. Who knows how many vampires she murdered with that malicious sword? Though vile, as some of his lesser brethren may be, they still represented the everlasting truth of the food chain and the order-of-dominance. Cattle could never understand this.

Without Dawnbreaker, he might let her live. There would be no purpose in her death. But as long as that blade sings to her of his identity and the identity of those he holds dear, all is in danger. He can't let her live. He once again faces the test of selflessness—To preserve the Order and to destroy threats. To be vilified by others is far from difficult. To be branded a monster is just as simple as breathing. It's easy to be a clean-cut hero killing monsters. There's vanity in it. But Draken knows there can be no room for vanity or pride in being despised.

And though his clansmen will not see this glorious heroic deed, nor will the other members of the tribe, Draken doesn't complain. What he does take pride in is knowing he struck a blow against evil.

He raises his blade she reaches her pack, and just as he thinks, Now Kayla . . . you will die, more brethren come in. Four of them alongside the human, Arentus.

He doesn't have time for this.

He summons all the power of the mundane magics of man, and hurls two bright fireballs that glowed like twin suns trapped within a cave. The orange balls explode on impact with two of the men, and the blast carries off throughout the area.

The walls of the mine, weakened by the blast, caves in. Draken, with a burst of supernatural power, leaps away from harm as the stones come down. Him and Dawnbreaker's wielder are seperated.

The dust floats and the debris is all he sees aside from two silhouttes he makes out in the shadow. It was time to heal old wounds.

He looks back and sees that Kayla is just a wall of rock away from him, and though he's bitter he smiles in realization that he can finally, for this quick and precious moment, take off his mask.

This post has been edited by Darkness Eternal: Aug 14 2013, 11:33 PM