To Heir is Human II - Playground Options

[Dantrag]

OOC: and so it begins...

Rann

Rann trudged in the snow, his hood pulled far over his face to keep the snow off of it. He came upon Bruma's gate, and sighed with relief; the mojority of the trip was over. Unless, of course, the target had already left the city.

The countess had sent him once again to kill someone. This time it was a murderer. His target and another man had killed four children in Stendarr's Chapel in Chorrol. That was enough to make Rann's blood boil.

He stepped into Olav's Tavern and pulled up his sleeve; his tattoo was how the informant would recognize him.

[jack cloudy]

Flint Ironwood, nearing Chorrol.

A lone wagon rolled forward over the highway. Its lone occupant was a Breton in his late forties. He whistled a simple tune while enjoying the breeze. With an odd smile, he looked at the wares behind him. Two katanas lie on top of a black pile of clothes.

"If you don't use it anymore. Sell it. It is the best piece of work you ever made. Besides, you're too old to run around getting your head knocked off." Flint smiled as he remembered the words his wife had spoken. They were true, yet it still felt odd to sell his old gear. His thoughts wandered off to the bussiness he would do at Chorrol. With some luck, he could get a good deal.
"I will miss my stuff. Yup, a man just loves his sword. Even more when has got two."


Luper Alkad, Skyrim border.

A lone man walked casually through the snow. The air formed a frosty cloud as it left his lungs. He stopped in front of a door placed in the side of a mountain.
,,I know you're in here! Open the door now!" He shouted. There was no answer.

The man displayed a preditorial grin.
"This is going to be fun." He thought to himself as he placed his shoulder against the securely locked door. He pushed and the wood buckled under his strength. He stepped over the remains of the door and looked at the three Nords standing before them.
,,Are you Korhim, also known as the Leinlalten plague? I hate to dissappoint you, but your medicine has arrived." The Darkskinned man said smugly.

The Nord who was known as Korhim laughed.
,,My medicine? You and what army?" He boomed. Luper revealed his grin once more as his right hand rose to point at Korhim's heart.
,,I am my own army. And that line was old back in the time of Nerevar Indoril." He replied. A thin stream of fire shot from his hand and punched through the Nord, coming out of his back and drilling a hole in the rock wall. The Nord sank to the ground, death before he realized what had hit him.
,,As for you two, clean up this mess and then go back to drinking in the taverns." Luper informed the death Nord's companions before swiftly turning around and leaving.

Outside, he yawned.
"Where is the challenge? I can take these simple thugs silenced, drunk, blinded, hands tied to my back and paralyzed."



This post has been edited by jack cloudy: Oct 28 2006, 09:50 PM