In it's frenzied state the minotaur's strike wasn't too hard to avoid. Korsy managed to jump back and get clear but somehow he and Raze were now marked and couldn't hide. He wasn't sure how it happened but he had his suspicions.
But this wasn't the time for that. There was a crazy undead after them in a bloodrage.
"One of us distracts him, the other one gets on his back!" he called out to Raze while assuming his default stance, "let's take him down, decapitation should do it!"
He then shot from his spot, hoping that he either could get onto the bovine's back or give Raze an opening to attack.

To say Korsy was stunned was an understatement. As Sheogorath entered the mortal realm he ducked down to seek cover, but it was in vain. He looked up from behind the cover and upon seeing the prince of chaos something popped up in his head. Stories of one fitting his description had circulated in the Dark Brotherhood as he was raised there.
"So you were the one they talked about," he trailed, "the one that never used stealth to accomplish his goals and instead followed the logic that no one can give you away if they're all dead."
He then looked at Raze, uncertain of what to do next, "What do you make of all of this, marsh-friend?"

Korsy sat a concealed position in the graveyard outskirts, this didn't appear to be very good at all.
"I'm telling you, whatever she is up to dries my scales," he whispered to Raze, expressing his feeling of discomfort he felt when hearing what she said and did, "honestly it sounds like her egg was left too long in the shade prior to hatching, won't you agree?"

Korsy merely placed the saint on the ground and checked his dagger before holstering it again.
"Maybe... all i can tell you is watch your back, you never know," he answered the Seducer before turning his attention to the argonian that had whispered him the question. "Sublime, my brother," he whispered to him and then went back to his chair, "so what's the whole idea with the body?"
The whole idea seemed strange to him. Why did she need a body and what were the other items? Necromancy? Maybe but it wasn't really something he could judge when he was a magically attuned as a rock.

The sudden appearance of the golden saint and seducer caught Korsy off guard as he whipped around to face them. It would appear that Nyra had been given instructions by the lord of madness and he was seen as an obstacle for her... no doubt from trying to converse with her.
Still, the seducer's threat wasn't something he took too seriously.
"Now, i fail to see why a small conversation would be such an obstacle for one such as your master," he responded while getting off the chair and backing off a bit, "if she has something to attend then i won't stop her... or you by extension."
He discreetly moved his hand to the handle of his dagger mounted on the back of the belt. It was out of sight and normally reserved for stealth moves. All he needed was for the seducer to turn its back on him.

Name:
Korsy

Black Marsh name:
Stalks-his-marks

Age:
27

Race:
Argonian

Occupation:
Rogue

Residence:
The closest inn, if not just the wild.

Affiliation:
The Dark Brotherhood, however weak it might be.

Relationship:
Single (Open for shipping)

Appearance:
Korsy is an argonian of a athletic build with dark green scales covering his body which then get almost black around his face, making it to appear as if his eyes are slightly glowing. Apart from that he normally wears dark leather armor but keeps his old Dark Brotherhood armor packed away… until the Night Mother calls once again.

Weapon of choice:
His weapons of choice is either two daggers for the close encounter or a bow and arrow for that long range potential.

Preferred combat tactic:
True to the mark he was born under Korsy fights like a shadow. He remains hidden and unnoticed only to strike with surgical precision and then vanish into the darkness once again. Preferably with the body in tow to avoid drawing attention to his actions.

Personality:
Korsy’s personality isn’t that much to write home about. He is a conditioned murderer that has been taught to not ask too many questions unless needed for the job. However, he never got good at that part, being incredibly curious and tending to ask a lot of them anyway. Once combat rolls around though, he completely distances himself from any and all emotions… mostly. Anything that could give him away is locked away until the fight is over. Still, he isn’t the kind of person to just sit in a corner and be silent… that would just drive him mad. Instead he tends to be quite social as it helps him suppress the acts of violence he commits against his marks.

Backstory:
Korsy was born under the mark of the shadow and was given to the dark brotherhood as a hatchling. There he was trained in stealth and combat before being sent back to Black Marsh as a Shadowscale, serving under the king of Argonia with his fellow scales to deal with conflicts and wars without bloodshed... and without the general public's knowledge. But it was not to last. Eventually the shadowscales were dissolved and he found himself with nowhere to go. The dark brotherhood had also started to vanish so he was on his own and without any real skills to help him make the transition to a normal life. Therefore it was no surprise that he fell into the life of a rogue, using his skills to get past day for day.
One thing to note is that he doesn't want to let go of his past and will make an annual journey to the place he trained and the burial place of the king he served as a way to maintain his identity as Korsy, the one that silently stalks marks.

Theme song (Skyrim OST - Shadows and Echoes): https://youtu.be/ZxB2eAFXN_4

Battle theme (Skyrim OST - Watch the Skies): https://youtu.be/hcFtjdpDOtA