Thread: Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix

Feeling the pouch being shoved into his chest, the mage's statement following. Rage had a small problem with that he wanted it solved with payment not until after. If you are giving it back for compensation after the problem is fixed, then, I will warn you ... if you fail, there won't be anything out of this pouch for you. Obviously, the male left out the part that there'd be hell to pay but 'most likely' wouldn't take it out on the mage. I do urge you to keep in mind, if you do not help my little sister ... steer clear from my path. That village will be torn from the ground up then I'll be headed to Lothering. I will burn the Chantry down myself, even if that means giving my life to do so. The male spoke, tying the pouch firmly back to his waist. Pick-pockets were everywhere, he was lucky to not get it stolen in Lothering. Turning quickly, the male walked up beside the mage, her pace was quick. Good. The faster they got there, the faster they got this crap over with. Five days, ten hours, sixteen minutes.... The male recalled the smell of smoke, wood burning, a day or so ago. It wouldn't be until he arrived that he'd found out exactly why he smelt what he did. Here we are, ma- Rage spoke from behind the mage, eyes widening in disbelief. Loss of words clear. His village, most of the huts burnt to the ground. Cloud! The male shouted, breaking the small silence over him, pushing past the mage abruptly. Rage sprinted down the pathway leading into the small village, his goal wasn't to lead the mage to his sister. It was now to make sure she was still tucked away in her bed, safe and sound from all the disaster that took place upon his village. Cloud! The male continued to shout, his efforts futile. Even if she was still in her bed, she couldn't shout back to him ... she couldn't even call back. Bodies of elder women laid where they had been slain, rotting underneath the rays of the sun. The raid on his village was days old by now. Cloud! The male yelled once more, approaching the small hut that housed his younger sister. Sliding to a halt as he entered the hut, nearly clipping the top of the doorway with his head. Dust flying up around him. Slamming his hand onto the bed where his sister laid, empty. Damnit! Rage spoke, slamming his hand down against the bed once more. If I would've been sooner. A sigh passed through the lips of the male, clutching onto the side of the bed. AH! Quickly flipping the bed over onto its side, the hay mattress slumping down onto the floor. Creek. Creek. Creek. Rage whipped toward the sound, the tip of his greatsword slicing through the top of the roof as it came crashing down, breaking the wooden dresser. Ah! Wait! Wait! A voice called out from the corner, just a bit to the right of where the tip of his sword landed. I d-don't mean any harm! I thought this place was deserted! Out from the shadows came a elf, a male elf. Thief. Rogue. Whatever. Obviously, it isn't. Rage growled back, grabbing the male by the collar of his shirt. Where is Cloud! He yelled, Look, m-man! I don't know what are talking about! He pleaded, violently shoving the male back. Watching him bump into the side of the hut, Rage brought his foot up. Thrusting it forward, kicking the male with his bottom foot, square in the chest. Watching him fly through the siding, sliding a few feet after he landed against the ground. Rage stepped through the newly added door in the hut, bringing his greatsword up over his head once more. If you don't know what happened here, you are of no use to me. Bringing his sword down a few moments after he spoke.