AXIS

The Assassin's Guild

Alister sat against the wall with his head tilted down. The guild was in some serious trouble. Why could no-one else come to help. They needed more members. This group of Hodge podge was not going to be enough. The undead woman was inexperienced. The performer knew nothing. And even their leader seemed a little to confident in his abilities. He himself wasn't perfect, but this was going to take a lot of work for everyone to be on the same page.

Alister lie there and tilted his head toward the sky "mother, father." He said to himself "what do I do?" He asked them. Though they were not there in person he could still feel their presence in the hall. They were so good at what they did. How could the assassin's of old have fallen.

The Assassin's Guild

Alister took the last drag from his cigarette and with a deep sigh he exhaled. He sat there for a moment contemplating the words of the other man. He stood up and with a shrug he looked to him "fine" he said with a huff "I guess I'll stay. Since you seem to think you need me". With that he turned and headed inside to hear whatever nonsense this guy had to say.

The Assassin's Guild

Alister took a long drag and exhaled looking up at Owl as he walked out. The other man said something to him and he shrugged his shoulders looking up. "Yeah and. What's your point?" He said taking another drag from his smoke. He didn't see the significance of what he was saying. Right now he was still pissed and wasn't sure he wanted anything to do with this guild anymore.

The Quilted Flag - Act I

Sorry if my intro is mildly short. I was sorta clogged for ideas. Need to get into a groove for the character.

The Quilted Flag - Act I

As Daxterian never slept it was easy for them to accommodate theirself to the rising sun. Morning began to stretch and the sweet smell of emotions were high in the air. Daxterian floated towards their three wonderfully preserved bodies and looked them over extatically, ready to put on a face and "make some friends" . After a few moments they had made his decision. Their choice was obvious his first body ever seized would be the one used today.

As the sun rose over the mountainside creating the dence midmorning fog his eyes opened. With a large stretch Alister malking stepped from his tomb. Dressed in his long cloak the red haired male looked about with fresh eyes ready to start his morning. The soul inside of Alister was happy moving him around. He walked around the desolate destroyed home he had loved so many years and began his walk.

Alister had decided he needed to find people. Grabbing a knife and a bag for supplies he took off. Heading south east ready for whatever might come his way

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The Quilted Flag - Act I

Yay will post asapppppp

The Assassin's Guild

Alister scoffed angrily. "I'm going outside for a cigarette" he spouted walking out the front door. "Tired of being toyed with". He walked outside and lit a smoke leaning his back against the wall as he sighed. "What the fuck is with that guy" he asked himself aloud unsure how to proceed with his present situation

The Assassin's Guild

Alister grinded his teeth. This mother fucker was playing on a whole other level than he had planned. This wasn't a fair exam and he knew it. After image was a hard trait to learn and this fucking punk had mastered it already. "You know what. Fuck you" Alister said in pure rage "this is a bull shit test" we know nothing of your skill and you expected me to just assess your god damned intents from you just disappearing?!" He jumped back down to the floor without making a sound "I have plenty of skill! But this isn't fucking worth it" he said as he began to leave mumbling under his breath. He had had enough of this pathetic show of over powering. He could do a lot and he was sure the other two had to atleast know something about being an assassin. But this guy was just trying to trope everyone's faith "if this cocky bull shit is what the guild stands for now than I'm not in. My parents didn't fight and die here to protect something like this!"

The Assassin's Guild

Alister scoffed. This woman saw her self as over powered but he knew even the undead could fall. Being this was was far too cocky an attitude for a true assassin. She was beautiful but Alister had a certain disdain for the undead. He began climbing to the second floor and stood upon the overhang and with a smile he said "this is a competition but we are ment to be true assassin's. We need to work together to sort this out." He began tracing steps from the upward point of view trying to discern where shadow might have gone "I have a lead on his location but I have a feeling he is too smart to just be caught like th-" his words stopped in the middle of his thought as he realized the hidden crease in the wall. His body shivered. Could he seriously be right here. How did he not notice the whole time. How was the sound so far away.....seriously Who the fuck is this guy. His mind was boggled and his eyes wide with shock as he stood there frozen in thought. The undead woman had just arrived and the performer was much too unskilled to have noticed, but how had this have avoided his perception

The Assassin's Guild

The smell of death was prominent in the air as a cold chill ran up Alister spine. He gripped tighter to his blade holding it steadily. He could sense something strange about the newcomer"Who the hell might you be and what are you doing here?" he asked pointing his knife directly at her. He wished to proceed with caution. Being an assassin first glances do not make friend or foe.