Private When Snow Turns to Blood

[Bloodhawk71]

He lets out a grunt as he stands up. " I've about had it with this lizard. " He states as he stands up and walks over to the Argonian. On the way he grabs his hammer putting it on his back. He grabs a nearby chair and picks up the Argonian. He sits the Argonian in the chair and looks around. " Anyone have some rope? "

 

[Writes-Many-Posts]

Linn scouted the inn with her eyes for a while and then gasped after finding no chain or rope strong enough to tie the monstruous argonian. She even thought about trapping his hands in a lute's stringsm the wood would hold him, but the strings were too thin. "I fear we will have to make something up..." When she finished saying this, Linn looked around wardrobes to see if she could tie clothes and tunics to make a rope. After a while, she had gathered 3 pieces of clothing.

 

[Falaember]

She watches Linn gather clothes and tie them up. She heads into her room and grabs the robes she placed in the wardrobes. "Here, you can use this." She states, handing them to Linn.

 

[Em_Pu]

"Good, thank you." Thrain addressed everyone who have helped. "Now moving forward, you sir have some explaining to do." Thrain said sharply moving another chair dircectly in front of the lizard and watching his eyes. "The curiosity of why you are here, and what are you motives makes me intrigued. So I will give you this opportunity to speak." Thrain says quite curious on what the lizard has to say for himself. Thrain silent and watching ever move the lizard will or attempt to make.

 

[Writes-Many-Posts]

The argonian replied with a hiss of pain to Thrain. Linn's conscience was getting heavier and heavier. After all, she had crafted the poison. Getting an arrow from her back, she approached slowly the argonian from behind and whispered once again. "I will make it stop quickly. I take my promises seriously." She lightly pressed the tip of the arrow on the argonian's neck and waited for a chance of unseenness to put him out of his misery.

 

[Em_Pu]

"Lynn back away we don't if he can still attack or not." Thrain said simply just out of cautiousness, Thrain stared into the Lizards eyes. "He won't talk the poison has taken to strong of a effect." Thrain says with a sigh as he got up from his chair and turned away. "He is of no use for me." Thrain's voice quiet and unnerving the eerie silence is going through the Inn. Thrain moving towards his room packed his cloths and headed to the door, "We will no longer meet here. The Inn is damaged and needs repair plus we put innocent people at risk today." Thrain said sharply as he stopped at the Inn Keeper and hands her 500 septims to cover all damages. Thrain starts to whistle a deem tone and leaves the Inn.

 

[Falaember]

She bows her head, knowing that it was mostly her fault. "I really am sorry about all of this. You would think i would know better then to practice my magic outside of safety area's." She says softly, leaving to retrieve her belongings from her room. As she walks by the Inn Keeper, she places 250 septims on the bar. "I know that it's not much, but its still something. It's the least i can do after causing all of this to happen." She states before walking outside and waiting. "Nothing but trouble I am. I wonder why it is that people even put up with me. I know how i am now, so how was I before? Was I as much trouble then as i am now or was I actually of some use then?" She thinks, looking at the sky.

 

[Captain Nagisus]

Nagisus groaned, and entered the scene of death and gore again. Why did Nasuuma have to be so annoyingly squeamish? It was always up to him to sift through burnt intestines and scalps. Usually metaphorically. Today was not a day for poetry. He kicked a few bones aside to see if they were hiding anything.
"Eugh, teeth marks. Wait, teeth marks? DAMNIT, they're clues." He picked up a single partially chewed bone and put it in his jacket pocket. A few minutes more of searching the fleshy piles and he'd only found a single other clue. His clothes were covered in blood, and flies were swarming around him. The clue was a staff - mostly charred, but barely recognisable as a magical staff. Emerging from the building, he said to Nasuuma, "That wasn't so hard. Ya girl."

 

[Writes-Many-Posts]

Linn didn't waste another minute and pierced the argonian's neck with the arrow. "Rest in peace..." After handing the barmaid a purse with around 200 septims she leaves the inn, feeling a lot better down in her soul. Outside, she asks Thrain. "What's our heading now?"

 

[Em_Pu]

(Btw I love how everyone is paying the Inn Keeper, we have some good folk here )
"There is a small abandon hut to the northeast from here, that is where we are headed." Thrain said to Lynn, his eyes switching to Jazlyn noticing her disappointment look. "You it is not your fault. Things happen no one can really control who lives or dies or why. What you do is what makes the difference." Thrain said softly showing some small compassion as he continues to walk. "Besides the hut will be safer for all of us, and you can practice your magic while we are there with no interruptions. Oh and Lynn if you can" He stops for a moment to drink from his flask. "Can you talk to a noble or someone and find out what the court knows?" Asked Thrain with a plan written all over his face.

 

[Writes-Many-Posts]

(I think the inn got richer than before with everyone paying)
Linn immediatly nods and heads to the path to Dawnstar where was the Jarl's White Hall. Skald should know something about the murders. Either that or he wasn't a good Jarl. As she walked, the feeling of being followed increased, and she even tried to find the chaser, but with no success. There was too many white to even try to spot a mammoth. Her eyes soon ached and she gave up and carried on to Dawnstar. After a few tiring minutes she reached the entrance of the city, which a few guards patrolled and got past her and one of them got close of uncovering her. "Wait, I know you..." Linn kept walking faster and left the guard to his thoughts, who later carried on marching and didn't try to find out more about her. While all that happened, the being followed feeling disappeared. Whoever was tracking her footsteps gave up when the guards came closer. She entered the White Hall and found the Jarl listening to a tall, male peasant. "My Jarl, many people are being killed, we need you to do something! I think I have something of your interest..." "My men are working on the mysteries, both Inquisitors and guards. Move along. I will make sure everything ends up right." The elder man then made an eye sign to one of the guards, who escorted the frightened man outside. "What was that?" She approached the throne and kneeled, suspicious of the man she was talking to at the moment. "My Jarl, I beg your pardon, but I wish to know more about the investigation of the murders that have been ocurring in the city." "I spoke everything there is to know through my spokesman." "But... I am here to help." "Everything is under control. Be gone now." "I came from Riften, I am Linn Sypho." "You are...? You made some noise in Riften. But it doesn't matter. Keep your business off my city." Linn sighed. "As you wish, my Jarl." She stood up from bowing and got inside the Jarl's bedroom. On a table, there was a letter saying "Investigation
The eyewitness of the murder you requested is dead. It will take a while for the townsfolk to find his corpse and until then, the other murders will be forgotten and our people may rest, careless if your opposer is dead or not."

It had no signature, so the Jarl had to know what it was about. If witnesses were to be killed, the man before should be being led to his death, away from the city. Linn hurried to put the letter in her pocket and tried to think of a way to save the man. In a corner, a display case with a full set of a Dawnstar guard's armor was placed. But Linn's lockpicks were all taken when she was arrested and she was not even that good lockpicking. She closed the door in despair, knowing another person's life was at risk, stuck an arrow between the glass and the wood, and broke the lock. "Did you hear that?" A guard said. "No, I don't think it was anything important..." "Thank Mara the Jarl is deaf..." Linn took off her clothes as fast as she could, and put on the fur gloves, boots, guard's armor, helmet and shield. It would be very inconvenient being found sneaking in the Jarl's room twice, being the second one clotheless. She walked slowly outside of the room and outside the Hall soon. In a desperate attempt to save the man, she asks one of the two guards that is guarding the Hall. "The Jarl had another suspicious man today. Where did they take him? He needed some more information and forgot to ask him. Aging can make us lose memory... So grim..." "Oh, you mean the frightened folks. Damn peasants... Their panic means their doom, and a lot more work for us. Having to go to the wilds and execute people who ask many questions. This was all the Jarl's fault. If he didn't let the first murders take place, no one would feel suspicious about his opposer's death. And there would be no witnesses... I think they headed south, going to feed him to spiders or some critter similar to that." "I think there may be still time. Poor bastard will meet a horrible ending." After taking off her helmet and letting her blonde hair flow in the wind, Linn gathered her strength and stamina again and this time, ran all the way back to the village and the group, or a part of it. A few wolves even showed up, but, with the hurry, she just kicked the nose of one with her new boots to scare them off, and didn't stop running. At last, she spotted her friends. While breathing heavily for the running, she told Thrain all she knew with a rush in her voice. "Somehow the Jarl has something to do with this! I found this letter. Partially, a few of the murders are his fault because of witnesses. The beggining murderer maybe has nothing to do with politics, but the Jarl failed to murder his opposer in a quiet time. Now another suspicious man was sent to be fed to frostbite spiders and we need to save him! He has information about something. Also, someone followed me around until I met a few guards..."

She looked back at what she said: she spoke too fast and perhaps few was understood. She gasped and dropped a tear with all the excitement and quickly cleaned it off her cheek with her hand.
"Read the letter... Then ask me what you wish to know..." She sat on the snow tired and hardly due to the armor that didn't allow much reflexes. "This looks bad on me and doesn't let me move..."

 

[Boudica]

He had no recollection of how long he had been out for. To be totally honest, he did feel as though he had been in a mini coma...which wouldn't have been far off the mark.
The curly haired imperial had remained in a comatose state for one week; locked within his dreamscape that was slashed and tore by traumatic memories and painful recollections. He had been uncomfortable in his own mind, the different parts waging war against one another inside of his skull. His darker, more twisted traits hunted down the last remaining dregs of kindness and love, in roving, rabid packs; capturing and tormenting the ones they caught with dreadful post-experiences that they brought back from the dead to reenact on their victim.
A soldiers life is full of horrors best left buried. Within that week, all of Nikos' horrors were exhumed and returned to horrify and terrify him anew - slashing open new and old wounds alike just to dug deeper and draw more blood, pain and woe.
It all felt endless as he crouched, quivering in fear in the darker recesses of his mind in hope that his darker side wouldn't find and brutally beat him into submission. It was one of the most awful acts of self-realization and he came to understand what a savage he actually was and how, when confronted with himself, even he didn't like him and felt scared in his own presence.

It took one of the greater horrors to shock him out of his comatose state; waking violently with a sudden start and perspiring skin. His hair was matted to his forehead and the nape of his neck, his face was the definition of expressible raw fear, and (on a side note), his stubble had grown out a bit into a more softer, less irritating beard...
Well, at least there was one good thing about his state...but it wasn't all that big or important or worthy of mention.
Everything else...was just...terrible...

His nostrils flared as breath was inhaled and exhaled with ragged abandon, his eyes were wide with dilated, quivering pupils, and his mouth was agape. He was in darkness and felt yearning for some kind of comfort and solace in the gloomy room. His shocked and confused brain wasn't even positive that he was in a room and sent panic signals and adrenaline racing through his body with frantic speed.
What if he had actually been sent, physically, to the world of his nightmares...?
What if monsters lurked in the obscurity beyond his face?
What if there was one right there, staring at him with its dead, back eyes?
What if he met his dark, separated self?
What if he were lost within his own mind?
What if?
What if!

His chest heaved with panicked exertion and he couldn't help crying out;
"Help...HELP!?"
Now he knew, this was a sink or swim situation...either some life form would come to his aid, or a flock or demons would rush forward to savage him and rip at, not just his flesh, but his very mortal, very vulnerable soul...
All he knew then was that it hurt...
It ached...everywhere...

 

[Znowcicle]

Rowyn was wringing out a rag when Nikos awoke. She had noticed the sweat gathering on his forehead a few minutes before, and after a week of staying him in her worry this wetting of the rag had become routine for her. She walked over to him as he yelled out for help and she sat carefully on the side of the bed he was resting in. His hair was matted to his forehead and she moved it gently with her hand before putting the cool rag on his head. She then moved her free hand to his shoulder as she cooed softly to him to help calm him down.

"Nikos..." She said softly as she softly massaged the space between his shoulder and his neck. The spot where the wood had impaled his shoulder was healing well enough, but it would take longer than a week to close up completely. She moved the rag down the side of his face and to his neck trying to calm him.

"The only one here is me, Nikos." She had her hair braided, characteristically, again, but as always there were a few auburn strands flying around her face. Her face was calm as she looked to Nikos. It had been a while since she had seen him with his eyes open and there was even a beard growing on his chin. Throughout the week she had left to go check in with her Inquisitor duties, but The Inquisitor was always missing. It seemed to her that it was only Nikos and her left to do the job...at least besides the vigilantes who seemed to be making more headway than they. It wouldn't hurt to take care of him while they take up the slack...they want us out of the way anyways, she would tell herself as the guilt of just sitting while there was murders to be solved washed over her, but she always comforted herself by saying that once Nikos was better they would have two instead of one.

Of course, the healer that had welcomed Nikos into his home at the beginning had allowed Nikos to stay until he was well enough to be on his feet. He had also allowed Rowyn to stay since she was so worried about him. Why wouldn't I be? He is the only one left of the Inquisitors...and so many have died...it has to be my duty to see that at least some people live... Her thoughts would nag her reasoning though, reminding her that the murderer was still at large...reminding her that even if Nikos lived there would still be a murderer out there. The dead would still be dead...

"Are you okay?" She asked him gently as she cupped the side of his face with her hand for reassurance.

 

[death raider]

Nasuuma began to twiddle her fingers, again and again, waiting for Nagisus to come out with some good news at least. Once he did finally emerge from the bloody scene of death, he said it wasn't that hard, probably because he was a captain who would have probably killed over 50 men, decapitating them, etc. She moved over to him and placed a hand on his arm, and simply looked at him, before giving him a hard slap across his face.
" It wasn't that hard? Well you didn't find it hard, because your a crazy, head chopping, scaly twat! I however am a young beautiful woman, who has never killed anyone in my life. And never say ya girl to me again, or you will find yourself hung up by your balls, on the top of a church. Do I make myself clear?" she said walking away from him to sit down on a small rock.
"Now what did you find?"

 

[Captain Nagisus]

"I've never decapitated anyone. I'll have you know the An-xileel is humane. We killed the prisoners we took by hanging them. We didn't take many prisoners though. The sharks get hungry too, and piratemeat is delicious they say," Nagisus hissed. He then grabbed Nasuuma's neck and whispered through gritted teeth, "And if you ever slap me or threaten me again, you'll end up floating in the Sea of Ghosts with your stomach in your mouth and a skull full of wolf crap. Do I make myself clear?
"Oh, and remember too that if you tell anybody I'm with the military, I'll get you a carriage to Black Marsh and let you wander through Murkwood naked as the day you were born with bound hands and feet. I hear voriplasm don't like cloth." Nagisus calmed down, and his breathing slowed. Backing off and sitting in the snow, he said, "I found a few bones with teeth marks. And some burnt staff."

 

[Boudica]

He was as limp as an invertabrate and shaking as if he had been recently dragged from artic waters after being submerged. His eyes went from wide and frantic, to squeezed shut as tightly as he could manage - so much so that it began to hurt.
Where was that brave, merciless war veteran?
It had keeled inward and his inner child stood alone and scared amid the smouldering ruins of his mental barriers that had stood so proud and so strong.

"Rowyn..." he attempted to speak with an extremely weary tone...but his vocal cords were yet to be fully awoken and they ached and scratched his throat in protest. His breath caught and he seemed pulled from his torment with an almost comic look of surprise; his eyes wide and confused, and his mouth twisted in a confused line that didn't know what shape to pull. His lips cracked and hs equally dry tongue fliced out to feebly attempt to soothe their chapped state.

He had been planning on saying something meaningful and heartful...something that would be fitting to him awaking from a coma....
Yet, all he could come out with was a rather croaky;

"Water?" With his eyes looking up with an obedient, pleading quality to them; eyebrows knitted together as strained to look up.

 

[Znowcicle]

She turned aside slightly and grabbed the cup that was sitting beside his bed. She looked back to him and then stood up to go pour fresh water into the cup. He looked so confused, and terrified...He was the most brutal out of the Inquisitors, and yet he had the most fears. She supposed that those fears came with all the wrongs that he had done unto others, but she couldn't be sure. There was nothing sure about him anyways.

She brought the cup back to him and smiled gentle when she handed it to him. He would talk when he was ready, and she was in no hurry. She wanted him to be comfortable because it looked like he needed it, but again she couldn't be sure. He was shrouded in his own type of mystery, and even though she burned to ask about how everything happened, she would wait. It was the right thing to do.