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The Shadow War
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((Well I'm a bit of a liar (im not so lazy) so here's the rp let's introduce our characters first  and yes I know I'm evil))They were running in the streets of Bagdenburch, 3 men dressed in black, they were assassins which wasn't a unusual sight these days, what was unusual was that they were in panic and that they were running as fast as they could. One of them looked backwards while running. "Oh by the gods, what was that! Did you see what he did to Karl! I mean h-" The second man slapped the first on the head. "Less talking more running we need to get away from here and fast!" The third was panting when he talked. "I... agree... we mu-" The assassin would never finish his sentence, his mouth opened and closed a few times before he just fell forwards, a throwing knife potruding from his back. The remaining two assassins didn't even slowed down to see if their friend was really dead, they just started to run even faster than before. They rounded a street corner into a group of alleys, hoping to throw their pursuer off their track. Eventually they stopped to catch their breath. "Who... in the... nine hells... was that...!" The first assassin was leaning against a wall, trying to lose the pain in his stomach for running so hard. "I mean I thought I saw some insignia on the guy's clothing but I didn't recognised it." The second assassin was looking at the way they had come from, looking if they were followed. "I think I recognised it, it's the insignia of the..." While he was talking the second assassin was turning around and his voice trailed off when he saw the scene behind him. The face of his friend was a look of pure terror, his hands clutched around a shortsword potruding from his chest, his last breath escaped silently his lips and his body went limp. The blade was being held by a shadowy figure behind his dead friend who slowly retreated the blade and let the liveless body fall to the ground. Stepping over the body he moved purposly to the second assassin who quickly backed away untill he bumped into a wall and had nowhere to flee. "Why are you doing this! Your guild is dead, so why do you kill us!" He didn't even grabbed his own weapons, he was frightened like never before by the figure who had just killed his 3 friends in the last hour. The figure stopped and looked at the assassin with cold, brown eyes. "Revenge." And Valar stabbed his shortsword into the other assassin's heart.
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Somewhere in the close streets of the city, a horse whickers its unease and bites at its bit with a metalic 'chink!' sound.
A gloved hand reaches foreward to pat the bay neck, murmuring soothing nothings even as green eyes scan the shadows from beneath a steel helm. The City had changed, these last few months, and not for the better. Kenrik knew this street. He'd played up and down it many times as a child. But now, the shops were closed for the night, the people huddled in fear, and he - in Guard half-plate armor and weilding a stout spear - was a target. The assassins no longer considered the Guard too dangrous to engage. In fact, some felt like they were -targeted-. Footmen prowled in groups no weaker then five; and many considered Kenrik and his fellows' days numbered as they continued to patrol the streets atop horses. He often wondered what'd finaly made them snap...the murderers had always been just that, of course...but their quarrels and their buisness had taken place behind closed doors. Now it'd spilled out onto the streets - his streets - in bloody and elaborate affairs. Fly, the bay mare he rode, made again known her dissatisfaction and stopped cold with a single 'clop' of a heavy hoof. Leaning foreward to rub her ears, he gazes about once more. Was it potential danger or just stubborness that'd caused his beast to halt?
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Kari was hanging out in one her favorite haunts .... the bar. In Kari's opinion there was no problem that couldn't be fixed by alcohol or a sword. She swished the brown liquid around in her glass "Ahh nothing like whiskey." Kari said to herself. She was on her fourth or was it the fifth drink? Kari couldn't remember and didn't care, she would have as many as her pocket would let her. Kari was in a foul mood some psycho was runnin around and killing assassins at random, even got some Arcane Killers too. In fact one of the guild members that got killed was her newest boyfriend. They had been dating a whole week ... One of Kari's longer relationships. Oh well Kari thought this one is for you Jake or was it Rob? ... Doesn't matter I'm gonna drink this shot either way Kari laughed a little and finished the shot in one smooth swallow. She felt it hit her stomach making it warm and tingly perhaps she shouldn't have drank quite so much she did have to walk back home. Kari paused Oh God how was she gonna walk let alone get home? Kari thought as she stood on unsturdy legs. "To late for regrets I'll just have to be careful" She said to herself as she pulled an undistinct brown cloak over her head. She always wore this cloak when drinking to blend in with civilians no point asking for a fight when you can't stand.
She wobbled to the door and out onto the streets where the air helped revive some of her senses. She made her way down the alleyway staying close to the building for support. This was gonna be harder then she thought she leaned against the building while peeking out onto the street to see if it was empty. So far so good no one was there for now. Kari pushed away from the building and tried to walk on her own. She got about six feet into the street before she fell. "Ouch" Kari exclaimed as she landed hard on her ass "I wouldn't be surprised if my butt is permently flat after this. Everyone will call me pancake ass." Kari stayed on the ground while trying to collect herself and laughed about her joke of being called pancake ass.
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06-14-2008
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Athradien walked, slowly, down the street to an unknown destination. Every now and then, the moon light would touch the hilt of his sword and make it shine, the hilt shoing that the blade went vertically with his spine.
The one thing you really couldn't see, were the two, long daggers, which cross eachother while in sheathes at his lower back. His hair jerked around with the wind, his eyes playing a game of peek-a-boo with anyone who would look at him. His breathing was calm and collected, but out of no where, he took a deep breath and sighed, knowing someone was following him... someone all too familiar. He turned his shoulder and looked at the exact place in the darkness they were at, then shook his head. While he continued walking, his vocal cords began to resonate and a melancholy hymn began to play through the medium of his lips. The whistle was low and dreary, almost death like in the fact there weren't any fast notes, only slow and drawn out ones. ((His clothes look like this, bull completely black where it's red!))
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Nathaniel sat in a tree with one leg hanging over the thick branch he rested on. He was whistling a merry tune and surveying the scene of the city with half happiness half sadness. On one hand he was getting a lot more work, for some reason everybody needed everyone else dead these days. The down side was that he was one of the most targeted people in the city as far as the guards were concerned.
He shrugged and noticed a man walking by singing, then about fifteen feet behind him someone else following him. Nathaniel sighed, "More competition." He thought to himself. He was about to do something but then saw some guards turn the corner and instead pulled himself higher up the tree. His sword sheath banging against the trunk as he went.
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Avric was strolling through the merchant district. Looking at what was for sale and who was buying what. Avric looked like any other man. Short brown hair average height, brown eyes and simple cloths but not shabby. He wasn’t looking for anyone in particular, just keeping an eye out for suspicious activity from anyone, gauds or even other assassins. All of the assassins had been growing bolder, attacking in the daytime sometimes too. Avric was safe anyway and that’s what mattered. He was enjoying the day because as soon as the sun went down things would get a lot crazier.
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Jesabelle walked into the bar and took a seat in a dark corner. Only her brown hair could be seen under the cloak she wore. She asked the bartender for a beer and sat back looking around with her brown eyes. She saw very few people that interested her so she leaned back and closed one eye.
Being an ex assassin she was always on watch for danger. she had been known as a great assassin. With her rather slutty looking clothes, she was able to move freely and distract the guys as she fought. The bartender walked over to her and said, "This is compliments to the gentlemen over there." He pointed to a face she knew all too well. Her eyes narrowed as she looked at this man. She walked outside when she heard her brother call her name. When she walked out, she saw a dagger in his heart. The man on the other end of the dagger grinned as he pulled his mask down. Reaching down, she grabbed a throwing star and threw it into his shoulder as he ran off. She chugged her beer down as she remembered that gruesome night. She stood up and walked over to the man slowly. When she got over there she asked, What do you want?" "You" he replied back looking her up and down. "And you know you are never going to get that." She turned on her heals and walked out of the bar. She heard his laugh outside and shivered in fright.
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Hontie peered around his spartanly decorated room and felt somewhat pleased with himself, this is what he needed to do in order to reach purity….he needed to abandon the material and live for his faith. Of course….with the growing darkness inside of him it was not easy, at first it would manifest at the new moon….then at the full moon and now it was becoming so that it would encroach upon dusk, if he could not find a way to control and purify the darkness within he would never be able to become one with God. Then again he also had other matters to attend to, recent outbreaks of violence across the city have left the populace panicked and seeking guidance….it was his job to do so, taking “God’s divine instrument on earth” from it’s glass casing he ran his fingers over the etched writing along it’s side, he needed protection these days…he had not once used the great tool of divine retribution but he was always prepared to
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Rolfaldo stood silently on a roof adjacent to the bar. Seeing his target for the night emerge from the bar his whole body tensed. Nocing a poisoned tipped arrow he aimed it at the women. Her name was Kari and she was an assassin. One from a rival guild. Thhe poison would take her out quick. It was fast acting and deadly. There was only one known antidote. The woman fell on her butt and Rolfaldo saw an opening. He leased the arrow. It flew strait at her chest and Rolfaldo turned away not even looking to see if he scored a hit. Jumping from building to building he dissapeared into the shadows to return to his hideout.
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What's in a name? That which we call a rose, By any other word would smell as sweet. -Juliet Act II Scene 2, Romero and Juliet By William Shakesphere
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"Easy..." Kenrik murmured, and the bay shook her ugly head in response.
For now, the streets had calmed. There were people swirling around, of course, trying to go about some semblance of their lives. But none of them were carrying obvious weapons, and any looks he got were of pity for the soon-dead. Squaring his shoulders, Kenrik pulls Fly around to pace the length of the street, adjusting the spear so that it rides more comfortably atop his boot. Better make rounds near the tavern...The drunks got rowdy about this time.
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