Character Backstory: Cut loose.

• Posted by Roger Pickard October 24, 2011 - 888 views

   

    Fire erupted from the hands of the mage in front of him blasting at the large assassin. Quickly thinking Albrecht's large body hit the marble floor and rolled low dark leather armor lightening the impact. Rising he unsheathed both daggers, in a crouch he stabbed forward catching the female robed Breton right in the chest. She opened her mouth to scream but only a wheezing gurgle escaped as Albrecht slashed backhand, opening wide her throat. She fell backward blood staining her blue robe.

    ~This isn't right... Why would the Battle mage's guard attack me? We're old friends.~

    "I need to find your master. I will end it quickly if you point me to the staircase leading to his room." Low voiced, and smooth.

    The dying woman's eyes darted to a stairway to her left leading up.

    He was true to is word however and ended her life quickly.

    He wiped his blades on her robe. and set off towards the stairs his large body moving like a ghost,making no soud as he quietly sprinted accross the large room. He listened at the base of the stairwell.

    ~Nothing~ He thought to himself. He quickly made it up the stairs first one flight then another. Hoping that the master would be on the top floor ad he wasn't led astray. He reached a locked door. Looking for his lockpicks he heard a voice shouting beyond the door. He decided he shouldn't wait and kicked the door in. The hinges gave way and he rushed in behind them.  The sight was grisly in front of him, the man he had been sent for lay dead accross a large oak desk. His hands still held tight about his magical staff. A woman clad in dark leathers much Like Albrecht's own stood cleaning her short swords on the dead mans robes.   He calmed quickly and started to walk towards her slowly hands away from his weapons.

    "Allaina? ... What are you doing here?" 

    "Albrecht," She voiced as unsuprised as he was suprised. "It seems there is a little problem with this situation."

    "What do you mean, Jericho didn't send you did he? Was that an imposter?"

    "Jericho, I imagine is halfway to Skyrim by now, you see, there is an imperial writ out for your removal." She looked down at the dead mage in front of her. "It seems you killed a top ranking Imperial battlemage." 

     ~Of course, I knew this was too easy.~ He thought to himself. He had trained with Allaina and knew that she never worked alone.  He rolled to the side just as a knife point stabbed where his back was but a moment before. He snapped his left arm out and twisted the lithe arm wide. Pulling the arm into a tight pain inducing hold he pulled the dagger from his would be killers hand and rested it against a throat. His large size should work against him but Albrecht was not an easy target nor would he be killed by someone so slow.

    "Allaina if I am not mistaken this is your... Lover Orteth, correct?" Albrecht said tugging the Dunmer's arm, who groaned as the elbow bent.

    She barely batted an eye. "He knew the risks. Albrecht if you lay down your weapons right now we can just imprison you. Anything after that and it is a death sentence. You kill Orteth, or you kill me, and you will be hunted down and killed"

    To his credit Orteth said nothing even as his entire body trembled. Albrecht knew he didn't have long until either more assassins came in and killed him from behind or the guard showed up.  "Who put you up to this? Surely the empire wouldn't try removing me. My family have been faithful servants for the last two hundred years."

    "Well since I know the guard will be here shortly let me tell you. The Stormcloaks are removing threats. Oddly you are considered a large threat to the seperation of Skyrim."

    "You would sell out the empire for mere coin?" He said trying to edge himself nearer the window beside the dead mage. Using pain reactioned jerks from Orteth to mask his true motive.

    She didn't seem to notice. "Albrecht, we make a living off of killing people. With things in a more chaotic state there will be a much larger market for our type of business."

    A shout from the bottom of the stairs Imperial by tone "She's dead, up the stairs protect the battlemage!"

    "He's up here! Guards! Assassin!" Allaina yelled before running forward and stabbing at Albrecht's slightly exposed outer thigh. Albrecht twisted pushing the smaller man he held into the incoming stab. He pulled both of his daggers out and kicked Orteth in the back making him stumble forward right into the outstretched shortsword. Blade sinking deep, Allaina let go and grabbed a dagger from Orteth's side. She was just as quick as Albrecht and no less skilled in bladework.

    He slashed backhanded with his left dagger and followed it up with a short jab from his right handed dagger, but she could anticipate the basic attacks and deftly deflected his weapons to the side opening his guard up wide, what she didn't expect was the larger man to kick out with his right foot boot catching her low in the stomach. She was no novice to combat and rolled with the kick, which put her on the defensive. Albrecht was quick with his fighting style and pressed the attack, moving his daggers in a quick dance around her her defenses, he focused his attacks on her right side; the hand holding the shortsword. Her weapon was longer but ill suited to the range of his daggers. Steel rang on steel as he quick rapped a staccato of hits against her shortsword making her drop the blade, as it fell from her hand he slammed both pommels into her right temple knocking her out instantly.

  
    Entering the room were guards, all wearing Imperial Legion armor, butnot a single one of them were Imperial... Nords, every single imposter was a Nord. Albrecht quickly put both daggers into their sheaths and ran towards the window.

  
    "Stop him! He's the one!" He heard one of the men shout as an arrow punched into his left shoulder. He wheeled around from the impact and his momentum carried him through the window shattering it and imbedding the shards deep into his back. The last thing he saw before his vision went black was an arrow head numbing the left side of his face. The last thing he felt was slamming into water two stories below. The last thought to cross his mind oddly enough: was flying.

  --Some time later--

    Albrecht had no idea how long he had been asleep or where he was when he woke up. All he knew was, he was hungry and colder than he had ever been. He opened his eyes... To find that only one eye responded to being opened. He raised a hand to his face to feel a long scar down his left eye.

    ~No big loss a healer can take care of that. Now, where am I?~

  
    Looking around with his lone eye he could make out that he was in a dark prison cell, alone. It was small maybe 10 feet long and five feet wide. He sat up to feel a burning pain in his left shoulder blade, perhaps the arrow was still lodged in it.

    Albrecht steeled his resolve, if there was anyone that could help him get to the bottom of thi it would be his friend Jericho Valtarius. He would have to escape from what he assumed was a Nordic prison scour the province of Skyrim for his friend, find out why he was singled out, and finally stop the Stormcloaks from forcing Skyrim away from the Empire.

    The life of an Imperial Agent is never slow.

    "Albrecht Brodoran," A deep Nordic voice called out. "Your execution is today, make your peace with the divines, for you will soon be meeting them."

    "Looks like I am going to have to work this plan out quick." He said barely more than a whisper...

   

    Well there is the backstory for my character Albrecht Brodoran. Please let me know what you think. If you have any tips let me know and if you would like me to write more once Skyrim comes out I would be more than happy to.

  ~RP