Pitch Black
Pitch opened his eyes, blinking a few times in the light that shone through the window. The old lantern had gone out, though he could still remember watching them dance against the black palette that was darkness. He pushed himself up on his elbows, and leaned back a bit so he could see out the window. He must not have slept very long, though, because the sun was not perched very high in the sky.
He slid his legs from the bed, stretching them out for a moment. He stood up, a bit abruptly, and wobbled a bit before steadying himself. He let out a long, loud yawn, and stepped awkwardly to his dresser. As he got dressed, he vaguely remembered the dream he'd had. He had been in some sort of tower, built higher than he could see. On one of the floors, though, he could see something shining through the window. Well, more of a huge hole in the wall. It seemed to be calling him, telling him to go and retrieve it. So he did, of course. He climbed the countless number of stairs. Each floor had strange people and things. Some people were familiar, others were not. The one he remembered most, was a small, hobbled old man. He looked pretty normal, but then he turned around. The opposite side of the old man's head was decayed and dripping an odd purple substance. So Pitch left the floor and continued up the stairs. He made it to the floor that had been shining. That was it, the moment he'd been waiting for. But then he woke up, just as he touched the door.
Pitch wore black trousers, a large patch where his knee was. His torso was covered in a plain black button-up, with a white undershirt beneath it. He pulled on his shoes, that looked more like they should be worn for special occasions, shiny and black. He matted his hair back, making him actually look rather nice. He checked himself through his reflection in the window, let out a high-pitched laugh, and messed his hair up again. Why would he need to look nice? Ha! Forget nice, wild and creepy was more his style.
He grabbed his bag, which was hanging on his bedpost. It was fairly small, but would definitely work for holding just about anything. It had several pockets, half of them on the inside. He shoved a few pieces of parchment inside, and threw it over his shoulder, carrying it like some sort of homeless person. He left his room, slamming the door loudly behind him. He heard a few gasps just as the door shut. He chuckled to himself, not having flinched one bit.
He walked down the hallway, slowly but surely, and heard his stomach growl. Suppose it's time to eat something... he thought, almost saying aloud. He strolled down to the dining hall, leisurely opened the doors, and looked around. Empty. Great, all the more for me!
Then he heard something, a whimper of some sort. It seemed he had missed the presence of a young elf, crying alone at one of the tables. Pitch let out a sort of high-pitched laugh, moving toward the table. He supposed eating could wait, he wanted to know what was going on. Especially to this particular elf who'd found it an interesting idea to go to the empty dining hall. Then again, it was also his idea, having come down here just to find it just about as barren as a desert with a single cactus.
He obnoxiously slammed his hands onto the table that the elf sat at, giving her an eerie smile that could hardly be human. He cleared his throat.
"So I see I'm not the only one who takes..." he paused, "Pleasure... in isolation. Though it seems that you've got nothing to be excited about, what's the problem?" He squinted, now staring at her for quite some time.
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Templar Leader
Jeremiah glanced over at Xia, then began to circle the table. It was silent in the room, even the Assassin prisoner was quiet. You could here the floorboards creak beneath Jeremiah's feet. He stopped moving as he got close to the Assassin. He stood for a moment, staring at him. Then he spoke in an odd, whispering voice.
"You heard her, answer her question."
The Assassin flicked his eyes around the room, then let them fall on Xia. He mumbled something, but it wasn't understandable.
"Say it again, boy." Jeremiah said, his voice louder than before.
The Assassin's expression changed from hurt, to anger. He squirmed in the guards arms, but he wasn't any match. The guards had him still in seconds. He gave a grunt. "Kiss my arse you sonofabitch!" he yelled, struggling again. Jeremiah smiled and pulled an ornate dagger from his belt and pressed the point to the Assassin's chest.
"Say again?" His voice was harsh now.
The room was quiet again, no noise but the Assassin struggling. "Fine, then you are of no use to us." Jeremiah said, and nodded to the guards. They exited the room chuckling.
"My apologies, Ms. Cheng, but I do not know. I would assume that they all are fairly skilled. I do have reason to believe that they would use their newer recruits, though. That's the thing about dear Thomas... He has the tendency to train his new Assassins in a real battle, especially when it's a well-known Templar base. Like this one."
Jeremiah glanced over at Xia, then began to circle the table. It was silent in the room, even the Assassin prisoner was quiet. You could here the floorboards creak beneath Jeremiah's feet. He stopped moving as he got close to the Assassin. He stood for a moment, staring at him. Then he spoke in an odd, whispering voice.
"You heard her, answer her question."
The Assassin flicked his eyes around the room, then let them fall on Xia. He mumbled something, but it wasn't understandable.
"Say it again, boy." Jeremiah said, his voice louder than before.
The Assassin's expression changed from hurt, to anger. He squirmed in the guards arms, but he wasn't any match. The guards had him still in seconds. He gave a grunt. "Kiss my arse you sonofabitch!" he yelled, struggling again. Jeremiah smiled and pulled an ornate dagger from his belt and pressed the point to the Assassin's chest.
"Say again?" His voice was harsh now.
The room was quiet again, no noise but the Assassin struggling. "Fine, then you are of no use to us." Jeremiah said, and nodded to the guards. They exited the room chuckling.
"My apologies, Ms. Cheng, but I do not know. I would assume that they all are fairly skilled. I do have reason to believe that they would use their newer recruits, though. That's the thing about dear Thomas... He has the tendency to train his new Assassins in a real battle, especially when it's a well-known Templar base. Like this one."
Assassin Leader
Thomas looked over to the one who'd just entered. He frowned, eyeing him suspiciously. An Assassin late to a meeting, especially this one, was not acceptable. If he were not to get here in time, they could have already left.
"James, you are late..." he repeated the Assassin's words slowly. "You will be with me on this mission. We're going to take a Confederate fort tonight. Missing this could have put us in a dire situation. Next time, I shan't be so kind..." He then explained the plan once more.
"You will follow me, James, around the back. We'll make our way to the center and confront the fort leader. Mistakes will not be accepted."
Thomas looked over to the one who'd just entered. He frowned, eyeing him suspiciously. An Assassin late to a meeting, especially this one, was not acceptable. If he were not to get here in time, they could have already left.
"James, you are late..." he repeated the Assassin's words slowly. "You will be with me on this mission. We're going to take a Confederate fort tonight. Missing this could have put us in a dire situation. Next time, I shan't be so kind..." He then explained the plan once more.
"You will follow me, James, around the back. We'll make our way to the center and confront the fort leader. Mistakes will not be accepted."
Templar Leader
Jeremiah cleared his throat loudly before explaining. "This man is, as I'm sure you are aware, an Assassin. All Assassins are very close, no matter how important they really are. To be honest, I know nothing of this man's importance, but I do know that the Assassins will not rest until they assure his safety... Or his death. I've devised a plan, not only to defend out precious little fortress, but to rid ourselves of this little group of killers. By using this man as bait, we will draw the Assassins here. Patrick and Harold, this is where you come in. You will be part of our security. Watch for the Assassins with your troops, and when you get the slightest idea of their presence, tell me immediately. Caroline, Xia, you will be our main offense. I expect you know how to hunt an Assassin, so do so and bring them to me."
Jeremiah turned to look at Patrick and Harold specifically. "Ready your men soon. They will be Xia and Caroline's backup. Join them, for all I care. I just want these maniacs dead"
Jeremiah cleared his throat loudly before explaining. "This man is, as I'm sure you are aware, an Assassin. All Assassins are very close, no matter how important they really are. To be honest, I know nothing of this man's importance, but I do know that the Assassins will not rest until they assure his safety... Or his death. I've devised a plan, not only to defend out precious little fortress, but to rid ourselves of this little group of killers. By using this man as bait, we will draw the Assassins here. Patrick and Harold, this is where you come in. You will be part of our security. Watch for the Assassins with your troops, and when you get the slightest idea of their presence, tell me immediately. Caroline, Xia, you will be our main offense. I expect you know how to hunt an Assassin, so do so and bring them to me."
Jeremiah turned to look at Patrick and Harold specifically. "Ready your men soon. They will be Xia and Caroline's backup. Join them, for all I care. I just want these maniacs dead"
Irisity, the guards left the room and came back with the prisoner
xD
Assassin Leader
Thomas looked over to Daniel. He seemed a little nervous, he could see it in his eyes. Thomas moved closer to him, staring him right in the eye.
"Well, I don't think any group in particular needs to take lead yet. We'll save that for a little later." Thomas nodded to him, and returned to his original place. He leaned back against the wall this time, though, and crossed his arms. "Rather than groups, we'll do it individually, considering the majority of you are only just learning the way of the Assassins," he eyed the newbies, "So. Mr. Reynolds, you will be taking the front. Assuming you can climb a wall, you will make your way over the eastern side. Odds are, they'll have a few soldiers up there with muskets. Careful when your climbing, so that they do not see you. You must take them out, and begin to work your way around the top of the walls. Luca, that's where you come in. Follow him up the eastern side and go the opposite way. Then, wipe out as many soldiers along the way as you can. But both of you, be quiet and stealthy. The slightest mess-up could kill us all. Giuseppe, you will go through the center. I want you to make your way from the southern wall to the northern. Stay up high. Rangers, you will stay up high and provide support from above. Anybody else, you will be down with me. We aim to keep at least twenty soldiers, so we will need to kill the majority of them there. I expect about fifty."
Thomas watched over the group, looking to see that they understood.
Templar Leader
Jeremiah looked to Caroline. That was a rather good question, he hadn't really asked himself that either. Though knowing the Assassins, they would not send an entire army. More of a small militia, if that.
"Expect the unexpected" was all he could say with certainty.
He gave the guards at the door a quick signal and they both nodded, leaving the room. A moment later, they returned with a man, hardly putting up a fight to the guards.
"Ah, and one more thing," Thomas announced, "They will be vicious, I'm sure. I doubt that silly leader of theirs had even bother to tell them, but they won't just want the fort.
Their considering this a rescue mission.
Thomas looked over to Daniel. He seemed a little nervous, he could see it in his eyes. Thomas moved closer to him, staring him right in the eye.
"Well, I don't think any group in particular needs to take lead yet. We'll save that for a little later." Thomas nodded to him, and returned to his original place. He leaned back against the wall this time, though, and crossed his arms. "Rather than groups, we'll do it individually, considering the majority of you are only just learning the way of the Assassins," he eyed the newbies, "So. Mr. Reynolds, you will be taking the front. Assuming you can climb a wall, you will make your way over the eastern side. Odds are, they'll have a few soldiers up there with muskets. Careful when your climbing, so that they do not see you. You must take them out, and begin to work your way around the top of the walls. Luca, that's where you come in. Follow him up the eastern side and go the opposite way. Then, wipe out as many soldiers along the way as you can. But both of you, be quiet and stealthy. The slightest mess-up could kill us all. Giuseppe, you will go through the center. I want you to make your way from the southern wall to the northern. Stay up high. Rangers, you will stay up high and provide support from above. Anybody else, you will be down with me. We aim to keep at least twenty soldiers, so we will need to kill the majority of them there. I expect about fifty."
Thomas watched over the group, looking to see that they understood.
Templar Leader
Jeremiah looked to Caroline. That was a rather good question, he hadn't really asked himself that either. Though knowing the Assassins, they would not send an entire army. More of a small militia, if that.
"Expect the unexpected" was all he could say with certainty.
He gave the guards at the door a quick signal and they both nodded, leaving the room. A moment later, they returned with a man, hardly putting up a fight to the guards.
"Ah, and one more thing," Thomas announced, "They will be vicious, I'm sure. I doubt that silly leader of theirs had even bother to tell them, but they won't just want the fort.
Their considering this a rescue mission.
Scarifar, she owns/co-owns it, I'm pretty sure if she gives you permission, you can :)
I'm just imagining a person walking to the dark forest just amazed.
"Hey, look, tree!" and runs in... xD
"Hey, look, tree!" and runs in... xD
TheWindel said
Heh, looks like we're finally getting somewhere! I'll be gone for an hour or two. Hopefully things will have moved on further when I get back. Might even introduce some monsters tonight.
Ooh, monsters *laughs maniacally*
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