Before, he said: "Look, the thing is, I've been on a high streak lately. I've been moving all around Skyrim and the Imperials are after me." He tosses a dagger in his hand, doing little tricks. "I've got so much power now that...I'm planning to liberate my village. Or at least check out the ruins. But I won't do it until a few weeks.

(HUGE IDEA: Can you guys also be a second character? As a thief, maybe? 'Cause you saw my first post, so...)

*Dinok grabbed two by the throat at once and crushed their larynxes. He kicked another in the neck, then ran.*

Aksel flanked around and hid. He could see two more in the distance. One was a few meters away. He gripped his charm hard.

(Can you guys have a second character as a thief? Because of the first post? This is sort of in a different story, but Dinok and Saurill can stay.)

*A young female Mage, of the nord species sees the carnage, she runs up to an assassin and sets his cloak on fire.*

"Woah!"

The one nearest had a short, light sword. Not really any armor...except a helmet and a chestplate.

Aksel took out his blowpipe. He loaded in a poisonous thorn...and shot. It hit his neck, making the assassin swat it to no good. Suddenly he groaned in pain. After having a major seizure, he collapsed to the ground unconscious. Looks like he won't be standing for a few weeks.  He escaped while the other enemies checked on the poisoned one.

*The young Mage took out an intricate dagger, made from pure gold, she then threw it at the back of an assassin.*

Aksel noticed someone else attacking the assassins. He needed to be careful near these people. Fighters aren't always lovers. He went after Saurill and Dinok.

*The Mage used a mass calm spell. Then goes to Aksel.*

"What in oblivion is going on here?"

In instinct, Aksel drew his dagger. Realizing the mage was not hostile to him, Saurill or Dinok, he calmed himself. "Uh...we're being chased. By the Dark Brotherhood. You can thank the clone of an overlord and the Dragonborne over here."

(Aksel is a wood elf, if Nordic, his age would be 17. He wears leather, a satchel, a dagger, and in his hand, a green amulet.)

"I mean you no harm! Lower the dagger- good. The dark brotherhood? What's the deal with him?"

*She nods to Dinok.*

"Again, he's the clone to the brother of Saurill the Dragonborn, apparently." He ducks as arrows fly by. "We need to get out of here."

"Give me a second."

*She approaches a dark brotherhood assassin and takes his bow out of his hands, he doesn't retaliate.*

"Why only once a day?"

"What do you mean?"