Of Godesses and Dark Elves (Complete)

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Azril Nalaam
"Moonhunter"

“I could get into the treasury and take my pay with him alive.” Azril pointed out. It may seem like a strange distinction as most would consider murder a much worse crime than thievery, however they lived by their own set of morals. One that said they did not steal. However, since the generals death had already been arranged, perhaps she could justify it as simply taking what was owed. Vale didn't need to know that yet however. She smiled slightly as he brought up the crushing of rumours. “It was a costly endeavor and the one who forced our hand paid dearly. Such things require....compensation.” And so the question became, what would Vale offer her to simply walk away.

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Vale Do'urden

"It is a price you would have to pay regardless. The king dies and then I move onto the next one. Any compensation you want could be found in the treasury. I'll take none of it." Vale responded calmly. He was beginning to think that she was laboring under the false delusion that he would not kill the king because he was employing her. The king employed a lot of people, Vale had no concern for where the king's death would leave them. Why should he be bothered where it left Azril? "By weeks end the king will be dead. Nothing can stop that. I would suggest you find a way to make his demise profitable for yourself," Vale said as he stood. He wore no expression on his face and so he was impossible to read but he did seem to be done with the game they had played.

Alias: The Wraith | Profession: Assassin | Gear: Ten throwing knives, a dagger, and two shortswords

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Azril Nalaam
"Moonhunter"

“Happy hunting.” Azril told him simply as he left. In a place like this that kind of farewell could mean just about anything.

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A week had passed since running into Vale at the inn. Things had gone just has she had arranged it to be. News spread across the city that General Deveral had been injured, though how, why and where changed by the hour. A sparring sword broke and cut his leg during his morning practice. It was his long time friend and an accident. His so called friend had always been after his job and it on purpose. It was a failed assassination attempt, but the General lost a hand. It was a delusional maid who's advances he had ignored so she removed a piece of him. No she had carved cheater into his chest. He got into an argument with the King and it came to blows. Or had it been one of the lords? There seemed to be as many rumours as their were mouths to speak them. Some of those mouths might have belonged to Azril while she wore the face of another. It seemed only three people knew the truth. Then after 6 days of healers and potions the General died. The official word of the King said that one of General Deveral's chairs had broken in such a way to pierce his leg. The injury had resulted in an infection which took him to the after life.

That evening Azril found herself in the King's solar. Her hair was sandy blonde, eyes bright blue and she stood about 6 inches taller. Before the king stood a muscular male he thought to be an acolyte of the family. Little did he know under the illusion stood a member of the family themselves.

“I'm glad to see the rumours are true.” The King commented. “Worth every coin to be rid of Deveral.”

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Vale Do'urden

As rumor of Azril's work spread Vale found his job a little more difficult. Unintentionally the wounding of the general had disrupted plans a little and the documents with the King's scheduled had been moved again. Vale had to act quickly and broke into the temporary holding location to sneak a peak at it. It took less than a minute to decide where he would strike and then escape. That twas three days ago. Now Vale lurked in the shadows as the king spoke to the 'man' with sandy blonde hair and blue eyes. He knew this meeting to be more than ti seemed but he was not certain that Azril was masquerading as the man yet. He did have his suspicion though. One moment all would seem well as the two spoke and the next it would all fall apart. Two knives sprouted from the king's chest with a thud and pearls of blood danged forth from his wounds. Orric responded with shock, his eyes widening as he felt the burning pain enter and rip through his body. At first his gaze was bound to the blades that had pierced him but moments later it turned to Azril in her disguise. He mouthed the words 'Help me' but could not produce the sounds. Oh he looked angry as he fell to a kneeling position and Vale stepped forth from the corner. Orric seemed to be putting together the idea that Azril had betrayed him and he reached for the sword he always carried with him. He gripped it firmly and forced himself back onto his feet despite the pool of blood now forming around him. Orric pulled his sword free of it's sheath and raised it above his head as he took a few lumbering steps toward Vale who did not move from his position. One step to him, two steps to him, and on the third step Orric fell face first onto the floor, dead. His crown rolled across the floor to Vale's feet and the assassin picked it up. "That went better than expected."

Alias: The Wraith | Profession: Assassin | Gear: Ten throwing knives, a dagger, and two shortswords

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Azril Nalaam
"Moonhunter"

Azril watched dispassionately as everything unfolded in front of her. She had, of course, been expecting Vale to make his move, thought she couldn't know when. When the blades sprouted from Orric's chest they weren't hard to recognize. She had no reason to try to help him, and honestly it wasn't as if she could save the King's life anyway. Healing was hardly her strong suit and he'd long be dead before a healer could be summoned. “Things are easier when you target is distracted by one who will not attempt to stop you. I'm impressed he managed to get back to his feet. Few men in this world would have.” She didn't drop the illusion yet. She had a feeling it still had it uses when it came to leaving the palace. But she did give up the act of behaving how the male she was pretending to be would have, at least for as long as they were alone. Azril wasted no time in picking up bag of gold sitting on the table on the far side of the room. She weighed it in her hand for a second before seeming satisfied and tied to her belt. “What is it you plan to do now?” She asked.

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Vale Do'urden

"Even in the event an attempt to stop me was made," Vale began before appearing next to Azril "I have become very good at escaping." Vale was not intending to showboat. In reality he just felt too lazy in that moment to walk across the room to Azril. He rolled Orric over and pulled the knives from his chest, wiping them off on the body before returning them to the sheaths they came from. It was when that was complete that he answered Azril's question "There are two more crowns I must take. Then my assignment will be complete." Vale said as he examined the crown he was still holding in his hand. "You?"

Alias: The Wraith | Profession: Assassin | Gear: Ten throwing knives, a dagger, and two shortswords

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His dagger provided him a strangely rewarding, tingly sensation, merely because it was some insight into the dagger’s sense of fulfillment, humming magnificently at the realization. Its voice spoke in his head, its words stating its usual murderous intent and cruel humor. “He took his time dying, poor b*****d. Don’t suppose we should kill her, too? I do like carving pretty faces…” However, the weapon seemed to realize its digression. “It doesn’t matter, because it looks like you’re getting a promotion.” A tremor met the sheath as the dagger began to glow a sinister crimson. His conversation would be interrupted by a peculiar sensation, the dagger cried out to be drawn from its sheath, and the instant his hand met the hilt, he would awaken terrible power for the first time. He knew of the power of chaos, knew the dagger was powered by it, but he could not channel it—until now. “We should try your new power out, perhaps on some unfortunate civilian or that girl over there.”  

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Azril Nalaam
"Moonhunter"

“Careful Vale. They might start calling you kingslayer.” Azril teased slightly. Though he had her curiosity now. One king, though a lucrative and rare contract, wasn’t worth too much thought. Three kings were another story. However it was a question for another place. It wasn’t wise to linger at the scene. Even if they were both more than equipped to escape, half the fun was listening to the tales of flabbergasted guards trying to figure out how someone could be murdered in a supposedly secure room. With the king dead, Azril switched her illusion over to that of the servant girl she had been using while gathering information on her target. Small, mousey, brown haired, brown eyed, easy to over look and looked vaguely like half the girls working there. The guards wouldn’t question her walking out of the room, even if they didn’t remember her walking in, or at least that was what Azril was banking on. “I plan on heading back to the inn and hoping someone joins me for a little victory celebration.”

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Vale Do'urden

Vale heard the knife before he heard Azril and then a sudden burning sensation when his hand dropped towards the hilt of it. He could feel something in him shift and it burned like a fire but only for a few moments before all feeling dissipated and Vale was left feeling like a new man. He couldn't fully comprehend what had just changed but he had a feeling in his gut. It felt like seeing the world through different eyes. He would explore the bounds of it in a moment when someone wasn't talking to him. "I think they will call me much worse things before I'm done," Vale responded as he thought on her proposal. Why not? "As long as you're not wearing that face when you get there, I'll join you. I prefer the real thing." And with that, Vale disappeared. He reappeared down by the street and the feeling from earlier escalated. He needed to let it out, to release some of the tension that had built since he touched the dagger and now he saw how to. There was a young woman in the alleyway he had teleported to. He saw her, but he saw more too. He could see conflict in her, a desire to do something dark. He stepped over to her and she recoiled from him in momentary fear. Her face was bruised and her dress torn. "It's alright." Vale said softly as he knelt down to meet her. He took one of his throwing knives in his hand and held it out to her. What was he doing? Why? He didn't know but he knew it felt right, these new powers demanded a test. With his new powers he could sense the deepest and darkest desire of her heart, or at least the one that would create chaos. He felt that he could reach out and make her act on it. He felt that through doing so he would grow stronger. He held out the knife and when she took it in her hand it was too late. She was under his spell now. Her darkest desire would come to the forefront and she would murder the man who had abused her. With no other words spoken between them, the girl nodded and stood, confident now in her strength. She left to do what she wanted and Vale returned to the inn feeling a slight relief. When he passed through the doorway to the inn he felt something else as well, power. His body felt stronger and faster. It felt good.

Alias: The Wraith | Profession: Assassin | Gear: Ten throwing knives, a dagger, and two shortswords

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Azril Nalaam
"Moonhunter"

Shortly after entering the inn, a young and frightened bar maid approached Vale. It had seemed like a good idea at the time to take a few silvers to deliver a simple message. It had been the first time she had seen a dark elf when he walked into the inn a week prior. While their normal clientele came from the underbelly of the city and did not phase the women, rumours of the race ran through her mind. The castle bells had started ringing a short time ago and she was certain the dark elf was involved for no other reason than he was a dark elf. “S-she’s on the second floor….last room on the right.” The terrified woman managed to squeak out, without meeting the towering elf’s eyes before scurrying away. Vale could likely safely assume those weren’t to words Azril had used, but the general message had been conveyed.

If he ventured forth to the room indicated he would find Azril within. As per his earlier comment, the illusion had been removed. A bottle of win sat on the table, the best this establishment had, as well as a plate of fruits and cheeses. As for Azril herself, she lounged on the bed with a black bound book of an unknown title in hand, a mug of wine within reach. It seemed the time it took Vale to do his side quest hadn’t phased her too much.

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Vale Do'urden

One thing Vale hated about himself was that he was a dark elf, bound to the world beyond the one of the dark elves. He would never fit in with his own people because of his own ambition and gender but his people constantly did things that undermined him even now that he had escaped their oppressive system. Granted he was not a good person, he killed for a living often indiscriminately even though he was more gentle to the ones he felt earned it. So the bar maid was nothing abnormal. Still, he felt this large buildup in him as he walked up the steps. Not of anticipation, it was more power nudging him. Power demanding to be used. He almost felt as if his body did not have enough space for that power and that with his next step he would leave his body behind. Yet he didn't and instead found himself in Azril's room. He undid his belt and kicked off his boots slowly. For the most part, that disarmed him. "You sent a mouse."

Alias: The Wraith | Profession: Assassin | Gear: Nine throwing knives, a dagger, and two shortswords

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Azril Nalaam
"Moonhunter"

Azril smiled slightly at Vale's comment. She flipped the book closed and set it on the small stable beside the bed while she spoke. “She spent so long staring at you at last week I thought she might like to meet you.” Though it seemed things hadn't worked out since the dark elf had arrived alone. Already Vale was disarming himself, and she couldn't say she disapproved. Straight to the point, unlike others she had relations with in the past who didn't seem to understand she wasn't there for anything long term. Still there was a different sort of fun they could have. She rose from the bed and gave Vale a sort of mischievous look. They had played his game earlier, it was time for her game. “I've hidden ten knives about my person. Do you think you can find them all without undressing me?” Some would be easy to find, others would involve getting more intimate. He could at least assume none of them would be in the usual places.

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Vale Do'urden

"They do not stare because they would like to meet me." Vale responded in a dry manner. He did not seem amused by her taking any humor in the situation. Then again it was rare that he seemed amused. Not since the bard died. Azril seemed fond of her amusements as she then moved to play a game that would ultimately end only one way. He was to find ten knives. It wouldn't be difficult for someone like him but the idea was what drew him in. So Vale stepped forward, and he let his hands wander along Azril's body until he knew exactly where those ten knives were hiding.

Alias: The Wraith | Profession: Assassin | Gear: Nine throwing knives, a dagger, and two shortswords

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Azril Nalaam
"Moonhunter"

Vale found each of the knives slowly, but found what was beneath her clothes quickly. Soon the pair were undressed and putting the bed to good use while the bells mourning the King's death rang in the background. There was nothing romantic about what they did. These weren't two individuals who loved each other, but merely enjoyed the carnal pleases each other had to offer. Or at least until they were interrupted.

A creek of the wood floor gave away the men out in the hall. Azril's eyes met Vale's and she knew he had heard it as well. No one with good intentions had a reason to stop in front of this door. Azril was already on the move when they kicked in the door. She rolled off of Vale onto the floor beside. The door caved inward, but the first of the city watch froze in the doorway, clearly not expecting to get an eyeful of dark elf in all his glory. It would be the last thing the man ever saw as a second later one of Azril's throwing knives appeared in his eye socket. Between the gorget and helm it was the only vulnerable spot for her knife, but at that distance hitting her target was child's play. Even as he fell backwards more men moved to enter the room.

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Vale Do'urden

Vale didn't move. He knew from experience that the guards would be shocked by nothing more than him naked. Female guards pleasantly shocked. Maybe even some males. Still he sat there to serve as a distraction which cost the first guard his life. Then Vale sprung into action. He rolled off the bed onto the floor where all his clothes and weapons were and he scooped them up into his arms. "I'll be back." Vale claimed before vanishing. It would take a moment after that but two of the guards in the back would begin to scream. Vale had appeared beside them, now wearing pants at the least and with sword in hand. He cut them down and moved forward. He would kill the guards in he back, she could kill the ones fleeing into the room.

Alias: The Wraith | Profession: Assassin | Gear: Nine throwing knives, a dagger, and two shortswords

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