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]

The plot thickens!!! I think.... I've definitely been enjoying all the comments I've been getting recently. It's great to see you guys making speculations and all that.



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Savlian stared across the table at the two assassins. Both looked at him, their faces an unreadable mask. Blood from their fallen comrades still covered their clothing in dark blotches. Under any normal circumstances, Savlian would’ve been quite certain that they were the guilty ones. But these circumstances were far from normal. He knew that they looked unbreakable because the two guardsmen who had brought them in still lingered in the room. Savlian had all ready spoken with them.

“You two are dismissed; I’ll take it from here,” he told the guardsman, assuring them of his own safety.

Once the door clicked shut, the assassins visibly relaxed. The one Savlian had previously met, Taris, leaned across the table. “We need you to bring Sethyas here. I have important news to report. He has to know about this as well, and I don’t feel like repeating myself,” Taris rasped quietly, seemly conscious that someone might be listening in on their conversation on the other side of the door.

Savlian leaned back in his chair and contemplated the demand. “Fine,” he answered after some time. If he would get some answers that way, why not?

“Thank you, Captain,” Taris said, returning to his seat. He pulled out a rolled piece of plant, what Savlian guessed was Hackel-Lo, and lit it. He put the plant to his lips and inhaled the burning extract of the plant. Grey smoke billowed from his mouth upon exhale and an earthy scent filled the room.

Savlian felt relaxed by the pleasant scent, but he had to find Sethyas now. “Where can I find him, Taris?”

Taris took another pull of his Hackel-Lo before answering. “He should be back at ‘The Flying Bosmer Inn’ by now,” he said after expelling another cloud of smoke.

Savlian rose from his seat. “I’ll have to keep you two under watch while I go out and get Sethyas. It’s protocol. I wouldn’t recommend any thoughts of sneaking out because that would only further suspicion that you two are the ones behind all these murders,” he warned before leaving the room.

Rah’mirr growled quietly, his anger over the event that led to this still having an effect on him. Taris turned to his companion and offered the Hackel-Lo to him. Rah’mirr fixed Taris with a glare, crossing his arms across his chest.

Taris pulled back the Hackel-Lo. “Just thought it would help to simmer you down,” Taris offered.

“Rah’mirr wishes to be angry. He has failed to kill Simion. Because of that, Rah’mirr’s comrades have yet to be avenged,” Rah’mirr said bitterly.

Taris was concerned for his friend. He was sure Rah’mirr had witnessed the deaths of other assassins before. Yet for some strange reason, he was taking this very personally. This was something Taris had never seen in the Khajiit.

“I’ve never seen you behave like this before after one of our comrades have fallen. What’s troubling you about this?” Taris asked, concern evident in his voice.

Rah’mirr shifted uncomfortably in his chair. It seemed as though he was battling with something within him. Finally, Rah’mirr met Taris’ eyes and Taris was shocked to see them glistening. The emotion spilling through stunned him.

“Rah’mirr could’ve ended this a long time ago,” he said sadly.

“A long time ago?” Taris asked, confused by the words of his companion.

Rah’mirr sighed audibly. “After the first incident, the one where he nearly killed Lavos, Rah’mirr was deeply angered by Simion’s actions. A couple of days after the incident, Rah’mirr planned to kill Simion in his sleep. Rah’mirr would’ve made it look as if it was natural so that the Guild wouldn’t have tried to find the responsible one. But, when Rah’mirr went to commit the deed, he found Simion awake. Simion was weeping and Rah’mirr thought it was due to remorse for his actions, so Rah’mirr left him,” he said sombrely,” … Rah’mirr thought wrong it seems,” he added sadly.

Taris took a moment to absorbed Rah’mirr’s confession. It certainly revealed why he was so affected by Simion’s slaughter of their comrades. Rah’mirr had been placing all the guilt upon himself and it was finally taking its toll.

“You shouldn’t blame yourself, Rah’mirr,” Taris said assuredly, “I believe what you saw was real compassion. Something has changed in Simion since then. You are certainly not to blame. Simion must be held accountable for his actions.”

Rah’mirr’s head lifted. “Perhaps you are right. People do change. But I still feel bad for missing my opportunity to redeem myself today,” Rah’mirr faced Taris once more and clasped his shoulder, “I will be fine my friend.”

Taris returned the gesture. “That is good news, my friend. Now let’s hope Sethyas arrives soon.”



Sethyas was doing quite well at hiding the anxiety he was feeling. The other assassins were at least an hour overdue from meeting up once more. It was because of this a sense of foreboding was building up within him.

He absent-mindedly took a puff from his Hackel-Lo, its restorative properties attempting to ease his mind. He caught the sound of an opening door and his eyes raced to the entrance, hoping to see signs of the others. Instead, he was surprised to see Captain Savlian enter. He watched the Captain scan the room and once their eyes met, the Captain approached him.

“I need you to come with me,” Savlian said straight to the point.

Sethyas looked at him sceptically. “Are you arresting me?” he said with a hint of bafflement.

“No, I’m merely escorting you to the barracks. Some friends of yours wish to speak with you,” Savlian said, avoiding the use of any names.

Sethyas’ eyes widened. “What’s happened?” he asked hurriedly.

Savlian cautiously scanned the rest of the Inn, though he avoided looking obvious doing so. “I’m not sure yet. They want you there to hear before they talk. So can we get moving?” Savlian said in a tone that obviously said that the Captain was losing his patience.

Sethyas rose, and discarded his smoke. He nodded to Savlian and the two proceeded to exit the Inn.



Savlian entered the interrogation room, Sethyas following closely behind, and found that the two assassins still sat patiently. At seeing the blood upon their clothing, Sethyas’ expression wilted.

“Is that…” Sethyas began.

“Both of theirs…” Taris finished.

Sethyas cursed and took a seat beside his fellow assassins. Savlian took the seat on the opposite side of the table. “Start at the beginning of the altercation,” he ordered.

Taris then began to dictate their altercation with Simion, with Rah’mirr adding points when he thought it was necessary. As Savlian listened, he could see in Sethyas’ eyes emotions of anger, sadness, and even rage. The creaking of his leather gloves seemed deafening in the rather quiet room.

“I must also add,” Taris continued, “That I saw a look in Simion’s eyes that I had only seen in one person before. And that looked belonged to my father.”

Sethyas’ eyes darkened and Savlian felt like he was missing something. “Your father?”

“Orvas Dren, Captain,” Rah’mirr said, “He held quite an influence in Vvardenfell a number of years ago. He ran a criminal ring called the Commona Tong.”

“The mer was a fetcher and a murderous scumbag,” Sethyas spat out before his expression, “Though that has no affect on what I think of you, Taris.”

“I know that, Sethyas,” Taris said amiably.

Savlian decided to press the issue at hand. “So what does your father and Simion have to do with each other?”

“Well, Simion was a part of a team of assassin sent in to kill my father. They succeeded, but I believe Simion was injured during the assassination,” Taris said, looking to Sethyas to see if he was correct. Sethyas nodded that it was true.

Savlian still wasn’t following. “So? What does that have to do with anything?”

Taris ran his fingers through his black hair. “I believe that something must’ve happened between the two, something that has allowed them to act the same. I just don’t know what did it,” Taris paused as the memories rose to the surface once again, “All I know is that look Simion gave me is almost exactly like my father’s. He only had that look when he killed and enjoyed it extremely. I used to call it his Bloodlust Look, because every time blood was spilt, that look appeared on his face. As a child it frightened me, and as an adult, it sickened me…”

Savlian was frustrated. This seemed ludicrous! “So are you suggesting we try to figure out how Simion was “changed” by your father during an event that happened several years ago?” he said, scepticism dripping from his voice.

Taris fixed Savlian with a glare. “Yes, that’s exactly what I’m suggesting. In fact, I wish to return to my villa and look around for inspiration. I still have a mark spell placed in Vivec.”

“How quick do you think you can get back here?” Sethyas asked.

“In a week,” Taris replied.

“Go to your villa then, but if you’re over a week late. We’re going to have a problem,” Sethyas warned the Dunmer, “Is he free to go, Captain?”

Savlian thought over the ridiculous notion of the Dunmer. Still, with one of them gone, there was lower chance of finding his body on the streets. “He may leave, but don’t cast that spell out in the open where people can see. We don’t like Mythicism in Cyrodiil,” he stated, waving the Dunmer off.

Taris rose from his chair. He gripped both assassins’ hand in a brother fashion.

“Travel swiftly, friend,” Rah’mirr said before Taris left the room.