Skyrim RPG - (Shadowfax and Baya) [Closed]

[Baya]

(OOT: I'm gone, don't want my work to be on this site.)

[Shadowfax]

(Sorry too. Work's been mad this weekend D: This is literally the first time i've had to sit down for more than 10 minutes all weekend)

Arya listened as Rashad spoke to this ghost. At the mention of the dark brotherhood her eyes flickered slightly, but it went unnoticed. She was somewhat relieved when he said he was not, but the grip on her bow tightened when he slated her family. Don't you judge them. You know nothing of them She thought to herself.

She hissed as the ghost approaced her and named her 'traitor' That title didn't please her much. When she was about to argue back however, Rashad leapt to her defense and she was incredibly grateful for that. She smiled to herself and held her tongue.

As the ghost continued though, Arya rolled her eyes when he claimed they would not be getting the dagger. She herself didn't come all this way to go home empty handed and she knew that Rashad wouldn't either. Arya snarled and pulled up her bow defensively.

"No one's gonna die today. It's down to you though if we make this easy or hard. That dagger will be ours, mark my words" She said darkly, her eyes glowing in the dim light of the ruins.

[Shadowfax]

(Back on the 20th Feb)

[Shadowfax]

back!

[Baya]

(OOT: I'm gone, don't want my work to be on this site.)

[Shadowfax]

Arya allowed Rashad to take hold of her wrist and lowering the bow in one hand she followed him like an obedient little puppy. Truth be told, this mad ghost made her weary so she wasn't sad to see the back of him as she and Rashad rushed through the temple. The further into the corridor they got however the darker it became and she almost instinctively activated her Night eye without thinking.

Rashad spotted them first, but Arya's eyes caught sight of them soon after. The corridor was littered with trip wires and ropes. For a lowly Nord, Argonian or Breton thieft, this would be the end of them. The Khajit's night eye however picked them up in a second and Arya began to maneuver over them. She prayed the dagger wasn't far now as the countless attempts to kill them were annoying her.

She found herself stumbling over a loose piece of rubble shortly after though and nearly fell into Rashad, but regained her balance quickly. She looked over her shoulder and saw that there was a white sort of mist entering the corridor. What on earth was it? Ghosts? Souls?

"We better hurry, I don't like the look of that swirling mist behind us"

[Baya]

(OOT: I'm gone, don't want my work to be on this site.)

[Shadowfax]

Arya's eyes widened at the mention of Rashad being this ghosts son. Part of her wanted to laugh, part of her wanted to scream. This whole thing was getting a little too ridiculous for her now but somehow she managed to stay calm and quiet. As he addressed her as his female companion she couldn't help but let a low hiss escape her.

"These ghosts are really starting to irritate me. This dagger better be worth it" She teased as she clambered over some more fallen rocks.

The way ahead was dark and damp, but the ground seemed to be free of traps for now.

"After you Rashad. Khajit of legends" She again teased.

[Baya]

(OOT: I'm gone, don't want my work to be on this site.)

[Shadowfax]

Arya merely watched for a moment as the events unfolded before her eyes. This was utter madness and chaos and the she khajit felt so on edge with all these ghosts around. As the hooded figure began to fight Rashad and then managed to break a rib of his, she watched him for a moment as he asked her to step in.

Again she was hesitant. A little voice in the back of her mind was screaming at her. No.. let him die! Then you can go home.. Be with the Dark Brotherhood again. Your family and friends Arya stayed her hand, but as the figure took another step she found herself throwing herself infront of Rashad. The voice in her head threw words of insult at her, but she ignored them and faced her opponent.

"You know what? Im getting sick and tired of all you damned ghosts and ghouls" She hissed, unsheathing her sword and bringing it up infront of her.

She heard the figure laugh with amusement so narrowing her eyebrows she lunged forward, slicing and slashing at the figure. She was quick and intended to end this. Now.