The Price of Failure

[Ceyrus Hawke]

Daelus crouched low in the brush, clutching his blades... watching... waiting... anticipating. He had heard enough from the tiefling, the incessant rambling, the insults he slung. He had to do something. Violence seemed to be all that Nocte knew, and Daelus was glad to oblige.

He saw Nocte walking along the road, he had a feeling that this would not succeed, but he still charged at him, hoping to have the element of surprise. Nocte didn't notice him, sure, but he quickly recovered from the shock of being ambushed. Their battle was short, but intense, Daelus landed several blows on Nocte, he almost had him... Just a little mo-

A final blast of Eldritch magic knocked Daelus to the ground... The world moved slowly for him. 'Damn... Guess this is it...' was all he could think when he saw the Tiefling grin and draw a blade...

[Anks]

Nocte stood there blade in hand looking at the ranger. His grip tightened as he stared at the unconscious ranger.

Then he sighed and grumbled as he grabbed the ranger by the leg.

Nocte dramatically kicked open the barn doors and dragged the ranger in. He then turned around slammed the doors shut.

Scanning around the barn looking for a suitable spot, he had found it. The pile of hay gleamed in his eye's. He grinned and chuckled as he once again dragged the ranger across the ground.

He set Daelus on the hay, knife at hand Nocte paced back and forth thinking of all the things he could do to teach this man a lesson. He then grinned the wickedest of grins as he walked up the ranger and kneeled before him.

He took him by the shirt, and began to slap the man till he awoke. "Now that the order of dominance has been set, lets have some fun." He chuckled as he pivoted his body setting his knee on the rangers chest holding him down, as he stabbed his knee then he twisted the blade.

Daelus screamed, "I want to hear you beg, now beg like a dog and this will be over." Nocte spoke calmly.

The ranger cringed in pain, as he gave out a few unwise words. "Piss-off horns." Nocte in a act of rage decided he was going to take from this man something he valued.

His mobility. Nocte just laughed in mania as he sliced up his knee. he purposely aimed for the tendons and ligaments.

The ranger howled louder than the loudest of wolfs as his knee was being taken from him.

Noctes laughter came to a stop, as he saw the ranger had enough.A wicked grin covered his face as he moved closer to the ranger taking his hand on to his leaving the knife with him. "Have fun my, Friend." Nocte spoke softly as he walked out of the barn.