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[Kell-Reevor]

Just a short piece I put together out of boredom. Hope you like it.

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It is dark. Two figures traverse a well trodden path out of Suran. The first is a swordsman. The second... his would-be killer.

The swordsman knows of his follower's presence. He listens attentively as the assassin follows. He is clearly untrained, and this may be his first mark. There is no rattle of quarrels or arrows. It is likely the swordsman need not fear a ranged attack.

The swordsman has made an enemy in the Nobles of Suran, and was aware that eventually they would seek his life. But he is not afraid. As a swordsman, death has followed him as a companion he has developed a deep respect for.

His trained ears pick up a sound... a soft and smooth "whif" as a dagger is pulled from a belt.

Spotting a shrine by the road, he approaches. He has no love of the Dunmer, nor has he a love for their Temple, but he is a spiritual man and pays his repects nonetheless as his killer moves in.

He moves his thumb for the guard of his sword. Years of oiling grant it silence as he nudges it from his sheath.

In a flash, he grips the weapon. Rips it from its home. Then thrusts it back, cutting into the assassin's belly. Turning, he frees the weapon with a horizontal slice, then brings the weapon up for a finishing downward cut.

The ordeal is over in a mere span of two seconds. The swordsman flips his sword to remove any blood, then returns it to it's home. He kneels in respect to the life he had just ended. If the nobleman had hired a killer even a tad more competant, the outcome would have been drastically different. If his foe had been equipped with a bow, or maybe armor, or perhaps knowledge of magick, HE would have been the one to die tonight.

He closes the dead man's eyes, mutters a short prayer... then is on his way.

This post has been edited by Kell-Reevor: Mar 2 2006, 02:01 PM

[Tellie]

Ok...here's mine....



Janus silently snuck forward, he had to remain undiscovered if this was going to work. He waved at the others, telling them to come. they had been sneaking up the heavy slopes of Red Mountain for hours now, they had to find this traitor who claimed to be Nerevar...and kill him, they had orders from lord Vehk himself to kill Nerevar once he came back out from Dagoth Ur.

Finally they saw the ancien citadel, and they saw Nerevar as vell, but he was...a she. "Go, spread out so that you have full wiuv of the entrance". janus group spread out to different locations, and redied their crossbows.

This traitor was good, but Janus believed that his group was stronger. after a little while the woman who claimed to be the Nerevarine, entered the ancient citadel. After what seemed like many hours, the sky startened to lighten and turn nearly blue. finally Janus heard the door open, and he quickly put the highly reactive explosion bolt in place, and aimed.

She walked out, and looked around in triumph, and started to walk towards the exit of the crater. janus looked in the crosshair of his crossbow, and followed the movements of the woman, finally he had her in his sight, so he loosened the deadly bolt.......it flew, and looked as though it would take her straight between the chest, but she turned away, as though she knew the bolt was coming, but the explosin threw her several feet away, and straight towards the lava filled crater...

She somehow managed to get a grip, merely feet above the lavastream, and started to climb up. The rest of the group loosened their bolts, and three bolt found their mark, and hit her in the back. She sorta just flowed back towards the lave, and Janus screamed for his group to assemble at the exit of the crater. They stood there, and started talking about the kill they had just achieved, but a sound bheind them made the turn around.

She was still alive, and more she was nearly over the edge of the lava pool.

-"Men line up, and reload", screamed janus, while he toog a highly lethal poison bolt this time. Then the started to march towards her, and she had just gotten over the edge, so janus talked to her.

-"So still alive traitor, well not for long, FIRE". The rest of the group opened fire, and the bolts flew into her, and then Janus released his own, and it caught her straight in the chest, it was no assassination, it was an execution. She fell backwards and landed in the lava, and sunk under it.