the beggar beater

[Draven Zikaul]

as draven was walking back to his home from the market district. he was just getting back from selling the potions he had been making over the past week and a half. he had a deal with the woman who runs the guilded carafe. as long as he sells his potions at her shop, she would give him slightly more than regular customers, and give him a slight discount, which he basically would never use because he relies solely on his own potions and things.

he was walking back, satisfied with the money he got, and how much potions he had made over the time. as he was walking he saw a nord man trying to kill a beggar in a back-road. there had been rumors around the elven, and imperial districts that there had been a lot of beggar deaths recently. he decided quickly that his hatred for nords had far exceeded his hatred for beggars, so he thought this would be an easy way to kill a nord, and not get in trouble for it.

as he walked up, he unsheathed sourswine. he walked up loudly, on purpose in hopes the nord would turn around and battle him. it prevailed obviously. the nord silently got up and started running to him, steel dagger in hand. the man swung first at my stomach, but i dodged in time. "it's not very nice to do that!" taunted draven quietly toward the nord. the nord blurted out "SHUT UP!" obviously in anger. "it seems that we have some emotional issues don't you think, beggar?" draven said, looking at the beggar, making a hand gesture at him making sure he knew he was looking at him.

draven quickly parried a swing from the crazy nord, and sliced his chest, looking quite harmonious. the nord fell to the ground in the unexpected pain. draven walked up to him until he was right below him, and sliced his forearm the dagger was in. the nord screamed in pain, but draven quickly intercepted it with a loud "shh!!" the nord stopped screaming, but was still mumbling something in pain. he had obviously not been accustomed to pain.

he watched with delight in his red eyes as he watched the frost kick in. he watched as his face turned a blue-ish white. he started shaking uncontrollably, until it lost it's effect. he decided to end it quickly and drank the rest of his life out of him. he walked up to the beggar, cleaning off the blood on his blade. as he stopped infront of the beggar he sheathed his blade.

the beggar started praising him, and telling him that he was in in dravens favor. "you are lucky, beggar. i do not usually care if you disgusting people die or not. you are lucky that the man that was a nord, or i would not have even given it a second thought." the beggar stopped, stood up and looked at draven with cold, fearing eyes. "i-i...i understand" said the beggar, while putting his head down.

he had started to walk away, but draven stopped him, putting a strong hand on his shoulder. he pulled him back, expecting him to be facing him again, but instead he flew to the ground. draven looked at him, with a very scary and serious face. "i do not need you now, but if i ever do i will come for you. you will have no option but to accept, or i will surely kill you."

with that he walked away, slowly but contently back to his house. he was much happier than before because he had rid the world of nords.

[Yoko]

Yoko’s day started out like any other. Wake up…eat…do this that and whatever, train some with his bow, sharpen and poison coat his arrows. Get a job or two from Vicente, pester a few others members in the Dark Brother Hood, by ignoring most of what anyone had to say. Yoko was the silent type, unless you ticked him off. So it also amused him to make others think he didn’t care about what they had to say. Half the time, half of the people there talked to much anyways. Occheva and Vicente were the only two he could actually carry a conversation with.

Later on about midday, Yoko received his new dark task from Vicente, and packed his things heading out into the world once more, what a walk…from the sanctuary all the way to Imperial City to take care of some dark deed. The travel took him three days, going almost now stop, and thank Sithis the target was stationary!

During his travels to City, the Wood Elf/Bosmer, ran into a few things, like…a few times he was chased by wolves looking to make a meal out of him, attacked my bandits for some gold, but he easily dealt with both wolves and bandits…but lastly he couldn’t deal with, was the rain. He had to rest in a mine where he was attacked by goblins!!!!

FINELY today he made to City. Tired as a dog….

Yoko dragged himself along, leaning on the brick wall near one of the gates he took a deep breath then exhaled tiredly sleepy eyes, he rubbed then yawned. His bow and arrows, along with his poison and short sword were strapped to his back covered by a cloth, and he wore just a simple black robe, a little faded, and hood pushed down. “Lucian is going to pay for sending me way out here.” he sighed.

Finely he walked on though the town and looked about. “Now…what did my target look like again?” he asked with a huff. still looking about for his target. Also thinking if his target had moved from this area…who he’s most likely go back home and murder.

Finely ahead he saw some commotion play out and he ducked around a corner, either way, whatever happened ender up with the guy he had for a contract to kill, well dead. His brow twitched. “WHY!?” he suddenly cried and kicked the wall then screamed and held his foot falling to the ground. Quite a sight, he hoped up and made his away back down another ally then by mere coincidence ended up coming out of the ally right in front of the stranger that killed his target. luckily they didn’t run into each other, but with Yoko’s grace and luck he did manage to trip and fall flat on his face in front of the male.

[Anston Deravius]

[[I'm going to join if that alright with you guys]]

Anston was sitting on a beach, with a beautiful woman. The ocean's current exchanging sand for more sand. The coconut trees waving around with the air. Then suddenly an Oblivion Gate opened up right next to him, and hordes of Daedra came out, capturing him and the beautiful girl who was there with him. They took the girl and set her on her knees, and a Daedra Prince walked out. he walked over to her, and said "You are a pretty woman, I'll give you credit. But that doesn't mean I wont destroy you." "You would like to try wouldn't you?" the woman said, trying to break free. "Then you will... " The Prince took out his sword, it was a really fat blade, and really long. And to Anston, seemed like the heaviest weapon on the markets. The prince lifted his weapon in the air, and brought it down on the woman, cutting her in half. "No! You bastard, whats wrong with you?!" The Prince turned to look at Anston, "I'm simply just having fun." He said with a smirk. The prince brought up his weapon to bare on Anston, and as he brought it down he began to wake up.

"Anston... Anston, wake up. Come on man its a dream, you need to wake up."

"What the hell!?" Anston sat up with confusion running through his mind, so much that you could see it in his eyes. He looked at a familiar person at his side, wakinghim up. "Anston, you were dreaming, are you okay?" "I'm fine Jak, I'm fine." Anston said while getting up out of the bed. "Go ahead and get breakfast ready, I'm going to te market district." Anston walked down the stairs and out the door, heading for the Market District. He walked around, avoiding strangers and pickpockets alike. When he was about to pass an ally when he saw someone fall down face first, and then a stranger behind him ran towards the fallen fellow. "It pays to be me." He took out his knife and through it at the Stranger he dubbed as a threat. Hitting the threat in the leg, he ran right ofter him, and tackled him to the ground. As he was pinning him the man behind him was just now getting up. So he decided to take three more knives, and stick them into the strangers arms and his other leg. Then helped the fallen man up.

"You're lucky I came by here, he was about to get you while you were down. But don't worry, I spared him for you to kill... If thats alright with you."

[Draven Zikaul]

as draven was walking, praising himself for killing yet another nord, and sucking his blood too! 'that must have given that filthy nord quite an unpleasant suprise'. draven chuckled as he thought of what he must have been thinking when he started sucking his blood. draven started skipping as he was thinking, unaware that he started to do so. after a few seconds he realized what he was doing, and started running to hide the fact that he was skipping... he knew it didn't work though

. he could feel himself blush slightly when he started thinking if anyone had seen him vampires don't skip! draven thought. he turned a corner sharply, and witnessed a man fall right in-front of him. "HAH!" draven burst out suddenly in laughter, then was taken by surprise by the sudden agony in his leg. he started to look down at his leg, and saw a dagger with blood trickling down it, and his leg. he looked around very quickly and found a man running at him.

he tried to intercept him, but didn't have enough time. "AKH!" he yelped as he was tackled to the ground. the dagger in his leg had hit the ground as he landed, and penetrated his bone. he was in severe pain, but ignored it as much as possible. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING!" he asked the man on top of him, furious of the fact someone would randomly attack him.

the man pulled out three more daggers then started speaking to the guy who fell before him. "oh... i see. you were trying to protect him. you were horribly mistaken though. he just happened to fall as i was running". right after he stated that he punched the man on him with his fist (obviously ) with his vampiric power, then licked the blood off his fist.

[Yoko]

“Uhg.” Yoko groaned rubbing his head. Then his eyes widened as someone attacked a man in front of him!? What in the name of sithis was going on!? What just happened!? Yoko’s hair nearly stood up, then the attacked helped him up rambling on about the other man being dangerous? Or about to attack him!? This only confused Yoko more, wait,….what!? Yoko blinked dumfounded, completely taken back wondering what the heck to do!? As if a Dark Brotherhood member wouldn’t be so easily spotted, but someone ELSE was thought to be an attacker!? It was funny and not at the same time. The Bosmer had no idea what to do, was the man really going to attack him, or was this some misunderstanding? His head hurt though.

“thanks, I think…” he frowned dusting off then jumped as the other got up and spoke, saying it wasn’t as it seemed but- something seemed off about him, regardless he paid back the man for stabbing him, though in a twisted way it only seemed fair. The punch he gave the male however made Yoko jump about three feet back. He put his hand on his small dagger he kept tucked out of sight, he was completely confused, not something that was good for a Dark Brotherhood member, he had no idea what was going on and these two if they kept fighting they would draw a crowd! Yoko could either slip away or get caught! AH the idiots! He hoped they would cut it out, heck why did he care? He could just slip back into the alleyway…..or run….away. Decisions decisions….regardless Yoko was completely……lost in all this. Someone tried to save him, even if it was a mistake, that was………good right? Honestly he didn’t know what to think at all.

[Kisimba]

(Hope you don't mind me joining in as well)

Kisimba awoke from her bed in the Merchant's Inn. She stretched and yawned, glad her door was locked as she had slept in the nude. As she shook her head back and forth slowly, she stepped out of bed and went over to the cupboard in the room, pulling out her backpack which held her various gear inside. After brushing her hands through her hair, she put on her clothes and slid her sword's sheath into her leather belt. Once done, she drew some cooked venison from her pack and began to unwrap and eat it from a piece of parchment, slid one strap of her backpack over her shoulder and padded her way downstairs.

She sighed to herself as she walked outside and into the Imperial City. She pondered to herself what she should do with her day. Fight to the death for the Blue Team? Hunt some deer? Go on a spree to rid the land of bandits and highwaymen? Go spelunking in some monster-infested caves? As she finished her venison, she rubbed over her plump belly and then cracked her knuckles, deciding to head to the Elven Gardens district for now.

As she arrived in the district, she was caught off-guard as she saw a not one but two men laying in puddles of their own blood. One was dead, the other stabbed through various body parts with daggers and looked as if he might make it. Spying the culprit, she raised her left hand and began to conjure her Flash Bolt spell. She knew it would drain almost 75% of her Magicka, but was fine with it if it could save the man.

"Woah, woah woah!" she called out. "What in Oblivion is going on here!? What do you think you're doing? Answer quick, before you feel the fury of my flames!"

[Draven Zikaul]

(i tried to wait 4 anston, but couldnt .. if ur readin this u took to long man... and not at all~ the more the merrier :E)

draven sat up with his light leg crossed and to the side, and the leg with the dagger in it up. "aagh. now i have to pull this out. thanks alot"he grumbled to himself. he readied himself to pull it out, put his hand on the handle, and gripped it tightly. before he pulled it out though, he pulled out one of his potions he had chose not to sell to the girl earlier today. "here we GOO" he said while pulling it out. it hurt immensely, and blood spurted out uncontrollably.

he opened the flask with his teeth, and the cork had stuck to his vamp teeth. he quickly got hold of it and ripped it off before anyone could notice he had teeth like that. hopefully no-one did. he poured the potion in the gash the dagger had made. it bubbled, but the pain had been numbed. he knew it was being healed and relaxed.

"i reccomend you not do that." he said to the new stranger. he looked up. oh... a kajiit. great. "i myself, will dodge your attack, run up and attack you. i sont know about this bastard" he pointed to the man who put a dagger in his leg and tackled him. "but i'm pretty sure that this guy is a member of the dark brotherhood." he pointed to the guy who previously fell down in front of him. "and we all know you don't want to mess with them. so relax, and i'll tell you the whole story. it's not very long."

[Kisimba]

Kisimba immediately dispelled her flame. "I had intended to blast the one who stabbed you", she said softly. Her right hand was clenched in a fist, prepared just in case something were to happen. "And yes, I would not mind if you were to tell me what precisely was going on..."

Indeed, Kisimba had not seen the teeth that the cork had been stuck to, and just assumed he bit in too hard. She was feeling a bit wary, but thought little of it as she awaited a response.