Bloodlust - The Continuation, And the likely conclusion as well!!! Options

[The Metal Mallet]

Well, here's the link to the previous thread: Bloodlust - The Beginning

You can continue your praisings of my written words here. Expect an update next Saturday. I don't expect I'll get one out sooner. School starts again

[The Metal Mallet]

Why you smashing up my city! It's people are getting killed and you have to so inconsiderate and small her walls! Poor Kvatch! I'll still take the armour though! And yea... I guess the hypnotism didn't work, decided to rest up before school starts again rather than post machine, sorry. I just guest my normal writing atmosphere is better than my home. Anyways, here's today's update. I'm sure you'll enjoy this one!



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The alley stunk of stale sweat and garbage, causing Taris’ expression to turn sour. Beside him, Rah’mirr kept his alert eyes scanning the adjoining alleyways. Taris also knew that in the nearby vicinity, two more Morag Tong agents were searching for Simion. If the Breton was hiding in these alleys, they were going to find him.

In all his time serving Mephala and the Morag Tong, this was Taris’ first time enacting the Guild rules for those who betrayed them. He couldn’t even recall a time in the Morag Tong’s history when such an event had happened. All Morag Tong assassins had either perished on the duty or had retired peacefully, not so with Simion. Vengeance had enticed him to break an oath that should’ve never been broken. For that, it was his duty, as well as the other’s duty, to put an end of Simion’s disgrace to the Guild.

Taris had only been a rookie when Simion was still in the Guild. Even at that time, Simion was known as an accomplished assassin. He was skilled, but humble, two traits that worked really well together. That was until the Arena Underworks Incident happened. He had been assigned to clean up the mess, and what mess it was. It didn’t even look like an assassin killed the Dark Brotherhood agents. Instead, it looked as if a barbarian horde of Orcs had stormed through the Underworks. Witnessing the aftermath of Simion’s wrath had both amazed Taris as well as inspired fear for Simion. It took something unnatural to do what had been done to those assassins single-handedly.

Taris had never spoken with Simion before that incident, giving him the respect of his superior rank, and after it he decided to keep away from him all together. He had heard about the attack on Lavos and Taris certainly did not want to share the same fate.

Yet again, Taris felt that he didn’t even want to face the renegade assassin. Yet again, he did not want to share the same fate as Lavos. Sure, his career choice was dangerous, but he felt that he many years of life yet to live. He didn’t want to miss out on them.

Rah’mirr must have sensed something in his companion, as he placed his paw re-assuredly upon Taris’ shoulder.

“Do not fear, young Taris. Together, you and Rah’mirr pose a great threat to Simion. Rah’mirr will watch your back as you watch Rah’mirr’s. We will live to see the Breton’s end.”

Taris smiled as he returned the gesture to his Khajiit companion. “I needed that. Being an assassin, you’d think I wouldn’t be afraid of my own death though. I should be well accustomed to it by now.”

Rah’mirr’s expression softened. “No sane person is not afraid of death,” he answered honestly.

Taris nodded. “Good words, my friend, good words.”

Rah’mirr’s eyes returned to scanning his surroundings. “We’d best keep going,” he said warily as he started walking again.

Taris held back momentarily before continuing. Rah’mirr was right. No one in his or her right mind would be fearless of death. Bravery was simply coping with the fear to accomplish the goal. Bravery was what Taris had to conjure in order to survive his mission.

Shortly after Rah’mirr and Taris resumed their searching, a cry sounded from an adjacent alley, followed by the sound of metal crashing against metal. Instantly both assassins had their weapons drawn.

“That sounded like…” Taris trailed off as it dawned on him what was happening. Immediately, he took off at a sprint towards the source of the struggle. Plain looking brink blurred past his vision as he progressed his way through the dank alleyways. The only sound indicating that Rah’mirr was followed was the odd tapping of claws upon the ground.

Twisting around the corner, Taris arrived to a bloody scene. Two bodies were collapsed against the ground, one of them Taris didn’t know, but he quickly surmised that he was homeless. The other body was that of one of the Dunmer assassins. Blood covered the front of his body, as it appeared that a single sword slash to the body had taken his life.

In front of Taris, Simion stood locking blades with the other assassin, who was desperately trying to withstand Simion’s strength. His knees were buckling under the effort.

Simion’s eyes made briefly made contact with Taris’. In that instant, Taris stopped dead in his tracks. Something was horrifyingly familiar in that look. Something that he would have never thought he would see again.

“Father!?” he whispered in shock and fear.

It was Rah’mirr that snapped him from his discovery. “We must aid our Brother, young Taris!” he said harshly, leaping ahead of Taris to get to Simion. Taris quickly followed suit and chased after the Khajiit.

Simion caught sight of the approaching assassins. He had merely been toying with this one and decided it was time to stop playing. With one fluid motion, he shifted his pressing blade and using his momentum, he swirled past the assassin. Simion’s sword swirled in a beautiful arc and with a quick thrust backwards, the sword drove itself through the assassin’s body, piercing out the other side. The assassin gasped in pain and stared down at the crimson stained metal jutting out of his torso before his life escaped him and he slumped upon the blade.

“I have no time for you right now!” Simion shouted at the approaching assassins before hurling the corpse towards them.

Both assassins were caught off guard by the tactic and the corpse crashed into both of them, sending them both to the ground. Taris and Rah’mirr struggled between themselves and the body as they tried to get up. Once they did only the silence of the alley greeted them. Simion had disappeared.

Rah’mirr shouted a curse and kicked a nearby crate, smashing it to splinters. Taris could only look in horror as the deaths of his comrades finally registered in his brain.

“They’re dead! He killed them as if they were nothing!” Taris sobbed as he stared at the forming pool of blood enveloping the body of the recently killed assassin.

Rah’mirr came to Taris’ side, his eyes still burning with anger. “They have gone to somewhere where they shall feel no more pain. May Mephala bless them,” he said in a sombre tone, offering a prayer to their patron for their fallen comrade’s safe passage to the other side.

Taris added his own prayer before picking up his fallen comrade. “They are Dunmer, they’ll need to be taken to their appropriate ancestral tomb,” he told Rah’mirr, who went and picked up their other fallen comrade.

“We must inform the Grandmaster,” Rah’mirr said softly as Taris nodded in reply.

It was then that the sound of armoured footsteps was heard echoing off the alley walls. Rah’mirr cursed again. The Town Guard had arrived.

A pair of Imperials decked out in chain mail and the emblem of Kvatch emblazoned on their breastplate jogged into view. Instantly, they had their broadswords out and pointed at the assassins.

“Stay where you are!” the foremost guard ordered as they approached slowly.

Taris stood still and maintained a harmless stance. “We don’t intend to do you any harm sirs,” he said as nicely as possible.

“Then relieve yourself of any weapons!” the guard ordered.

Taris placed his fallen comrade softly on the ground and nodded to Rah’mirr to do the same. He did so reluctantly.

Taris handed his short sword and daggers to the other guard. “Take us to Captain Savlian; we must speak to him about this,” he said in an even voice.

The guard who had been speaking so far arched an eyebrow. “You know Captain Savlian?” he asked with some scepticism.

“We have met and spoken before,” Taris replied.

The guard paused and seemed to be thinking about something. “You’ll have to leave those bodies here for now; they’re apart of a crime scene now. We’ll escort you to the barracks instead of arresting you for the moment. Don’t try any funny business, you understand?” the guard said sternly after he had made up his mind.

“I won’t do anything,” Taris assured them, Rah’mirr nodding to the same words.

“All right, let’s go,” the guard said, ushering the two assassins in front of him.

As Taris was led along by the guards towards the barracks he hoped that he would be able to convince Savlian to get Sethyas. For he suspected he would not be able to leave the barracks anytime soon. He needed to report to Sethyas about what he saw in Simion’s eyes. He knew that look, as he had often seen the exact same expression upon his father’s face, particularly after a messy deed had been committed. Something more than simple revenge was going on here and Taris was sure this link with his father might have something to do with it.

Hopefully, he’ll be able to speak with Sethyas.