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 Posted: Thu Apr 01, 2010 1:03 am
Eilov strolled casually through the cloud, arming all of his defensive magic and preparing any offensive ones; especially the tool of his master plan. Weaving through the crowds he managed to make his way to the disguised front door of the assassins guild...
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Posted: Sat Apr 03, 2010 10:41 pm
Valdear stared into the murk cold water's and then glanced over to the young thief.
"I sorri' sir." he said pulling his hand out of the water. The hand was a black gurling mess off what appeared to be snarled wires and disjointed ends. And then you realized it was attached to the young's one hand. While the boy's body reeked from their trip to the outskirts.
"Don't be sorry, it just means we have to get rid of the waste." Valdaer sighed and tried not to breath to deeply as he took out his short sword from behind his coat. All the while his feet carried him to the side of the boy.
"Sir...ya can't be meaning to tace my han' off. Are ya?" The young up looking for some kind of relief.
"Of course not, what good is a thief with out both hands?" He gave him a look with a sarcastic curiosity. His head tilted with in a companion to companion way, his stance almost friendly.
"Oh thank ya si-hruck" Valdaer pulled his short sword out of the boy's body and let it fall into the murky river.
The tide should take the body far and get rid of the smell, see waste managed wisely. He thought and glanced down at his other hand which held the item. A despite the set back I did obtain more then just the our goods, but also something of great interest.
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Posted: Wed Apr 14, 2010 7:35 am
A lone drow walked on the dock that jutted over the rushing river of fetid, dark water. She turned her head slowly to gaze out along the water course that she had often plied her trade upon. The soft gurgle of the water around the pilings was like gentle reminder of her life's story. She wasn't ugly, but she didn't turn many heads either, plain and athletically built.. not like those frail females that the nobles preferred. Her hair was worn short, with long bangs that caught the wind when she was on the ship at full sail. At her side was a thin curved blade of magical nature, a pity however, as she never got the chance to use it.
From behind her, within the dark pool of shadow that lay upon the dock, arose a figure in black. It neither spoke, nor made a sound as it neared her. No doubt it was the whisper of steel leaving a sheath that made her turn her head, hand moving towards her blade, but it was already too late. The blade bit deeply and her head rolled off the dock, into the water. As it sank, pale lifeless eyes gazed up to watch as her body crumpled to the boards. Turning without a sound, the figure vanished back whence it had come.
When one of her crew later came looking, they found a headless corpse, the skin ashen as if sucked of its essence. The rumors of the killings in other districts hadn't spared the docks and it didn't take long for the hearty sailors to figure out what had occurred. One bugbear, more brave than the other crew, stepped forward and nudged the body into the icy water with a boot toe, then turned to his fellows.
"She should 'ave nev'r taken that deal wid Druu'giir. Alas, now I'm tha Capt'n."
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Posted: Fri May 14, 2010 6:01 pm
"Well that clear is dead. Yet you know nothing of it." Valdaer tapped the foot of the creature and his informant gulp and stuttered through a feeble explanation of the lack. Then trying to distract him by going off on other news.
As he kicked the gray lump that had washed ashore. The cove where he stood was gathering hole for the such items. He looked around the towards the unfinished section, ruins of the old dock for this section to the dank, slippery muddy section on which he stood. The air was filled with the sound of the rushing water, gurgles, and scuffling s of weird lowly creatures. Though the unusual chatting of his informant seemed to disturb the strange calm.
"...and while we were unable to secure the location we know that the group does exist...several supposed members were spotted near one new place."
The nattering information continued on as Valdaer took note over the need changes. When the stream seemed to die down and he could hear the slacking of the others males shoes against the muddy ground. He spoke calmly,"I'm proud to see all this information was gathered. But..." He didn't move, but tired to push the frost of the water into his voice. ", you haven' been doing enough. All this is common knowledge. I need more."
He turned to the other, his cloak hood hiding his face and sheltering him the chill. The other didn't not have such. He walked over till he loomed over the other, " You will do the follow. You will gather your fellow, plus more or will end up like the gray lumps found on the streets. You will come to the spot when I summon you and then we will begin."
The other nodded his head as he body submitted to the chill. Valdaer smiled and then turned away. With out a word gestured for the other to go. And he heard the stumbling, slacking noise of the others muck ridden boots he thought, This is going to be fun. Heck...I might try to make an elite force...though first. I need more training if I'm going to do that though. I can have someone replacing me.
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Posted: Wed Jun 30, 2010 1:16 pm
Valdaer closed the wrought iron door behind him. His mind busy putting the pieces together. Irrafay had clearly had these connection for awhile, since it seemed like everything was set.
How did I miss all this? He thought blending into the crowd. The network seems to be growing and she almost seems to anticipate the changed and incoming information. He was overwhelmed. Has she...been keeping tabs on me? He shook his head at the idea. They had settled the issues between them. Their master had seen that those lose thread had been neatly seared together. This understand of events changed many things, shifts were about occurred. And one new friendship was about to end badly.
He feet carried him down from the his informate meeting place to the site of the city changing disaster. His foot stopped, in a spot that he allowed him the comfort of the nearby pub's shadows. He wasn't fond of getting closer lest their bad luck fall on him. The new ring leader of the theives guilds had made an unwise choice, in location or in partners. As Valdaer guessed, he was going to die before he really gain any control. All too soon, now the city was going to find a fortress once seemly filled with life empty...and his sister was going to make use of everything they left behind.
He's eyes caught the flicker movement of a shadow frantically making its way along the warehouse top and then inside.
And then he smiled, It nice to get rid of waste.
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Posted: Wed Jun 30, 2010 3:50 pm
Shadows watched shadows this day, as Valdaer observed the spies of the thieves guild, the agents of the assassins guild observed him, only one set of those eyes though, knew what it was looking for. Strel, as he was known by those not of his kind, had been ordered to observe the warrior, take note of the male's movements and actions. "The Grandmaster sees potential in the lad..." he muttered under his breath to his companion before taking a bite from a roast meat kebab he had been working at for the last hour. Like most of his guild-mates, Strel enjoyed practicing the ancient maxim, "Hide in plain sight." To those not privy to his allegiances, he seemed little more then a dock laborer taking an extended break.
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