Takashi

No One Escapes The Guilds

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The Horde of Evil - Tresspassing through treacherous tribes' territory! (RP closed)

@Maxwell57, I'd be interested in seeing how your character would react to Shukra, our resident orc chieftain (although he himself is a Rakshasa/tiger person), who is probably not the same clan as yours.

@BBeast

Not to mention the fact that we have plans to subjugate the orcs in the near future...

The Horde of Evil - Tresspassing through treacherous tribes' territory! (RP closed)

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Octavius fed his imps horse meat, the bastard.

@knighthawk

He should have fed the horses imp meat; horses are worth more.

The Horde of Evil - Tresspassing through treacherous tribes' territory! (RP closed)

Kor had spent the entire night enjoying his new chair, which entailed mostly sitting in it and asking the imps that passed by which pose looked more menacing. Eventually, he started ordering the imps to squat in front of him and act as foot stools, but he found that they were too bony to act as a decent cushion. Maybe that's what humans are good for... he mused, but before he could experiment any further, Athinar called, apparently with a new mission. It was about time; he was getting hungry.

Kor silently rose from his chair, dismissing the latest footstool imp, and calmly walked over to where Athinar was beckoning for him. Already the minions were engaging in their ridiculous shenanigans. The naughty kitty was refusing to appear in person, Azarvan thought it prudent to tread on the cat's pride and propose how he ought to use his troops, and the ghost girl mistook Athinar for a horse. Kor was glad that nobody could see the grin behind his helmet and wondered if blood would be spilled before they even got to the village.

No One Escapes The Guilds

Kiori was a bit uneasy about pretending to be somebody else. Assassins received no training in acting or infiltrating society. In fact, quite the opposite was true; they were trained to carry themselves as invincible killers to terrify civilians into cooperation. However, memorizing the details of his new identity came as second nature to him. He would often have to remember many details about his targets, especially those that were adept at hiding or were expected to put up a decent fight. He was not worried about getting even a small piece of information wrong... though he did hope he didn't accidentally refer to himself in the third person. "We are newly wed," he began, recapping their story in a professional tone, "and we hail from Eldenrock. Our home and most of our belongings, including my bow and arrows, were caught in the wildfires that have been spreading across the land. We had nothing tying us to that town, so we decided to look for a new place to settle down. We will call on the people's sympathy for supplies and shelter."

That concluded the details that they would need to know about their story, but Kiori had something else he wanted to address before they made it to town. "We'll also need to make sure there is a place where we can be alone," he continued, his tone darkening. "When our assassin eventually catches up with us, I will be at a distinct disadvantage. In the guild, we kept our abilities to ourselves; all personal information was on a need-to-know basis. The most I will know about the assassin that comes for us is a name, and possibly a personality. However, he will be given a detailed file on me. My strengths, my equipment, my magic... he'll know everything. Under those conditions, I will die in a one-on-one duel. However, there is one advantage that we have." Here, he simply pointed at Rylee.

"If it's two-on-one, we have a chance, but with all due respect, the skills you showed in the tavern will not be adequate. If we're going to live, I'll need to show you how to fight an assassin." He didn't know how Rylee was going to react to that; his last suggestion had nearly driven her away. However, this proposition was strictly self-defense, and she had already shown that she would not be going down without a fight. Still, he wondered if she would have the capacity to kill.

No One Escapes The Guilds

Sorry for the short post. Bit of writer's block. I'm thinking we should have them arrive at the village in your next post.

No One Escapes The Guilds

Kiori was sorry to hear that Rylee did not have a happy tale to tell, yet at the same time she staunchly demanded that he not feel sorry for her. She insisted that she had made peace, but could she really make that claim after throwing her life away to leave her guild? Well, she had made peace with her past, but perhaps not with the world. He shook his head when she asked him if he wanted to know anything else; it was easy enough to put together the rest of the pieces with that. "I wonder how my folks are doing..." he mumbled softly, realizing immediately that he would never know the answer to that question either. It would be foolish to jeopardize either of their families by trying to find them.

"It's funny how this all worked out," he said instead of consoling Rylee. "Maybe it was all for the best. I only left my guild because you abandoned yours, and the only reason we have a chance to survive is because I'm a trained assassin. We can think of our pasts as unfortunate, or we can see them as the best possible hand we could have been dealt..." Kiori shook his head in mild amusement at his own train of thought. "They must have messed with my head worse than I realized. I hate all that philosophical nonsense. We're here and we're together. That's enough for me." With that, the pair continued the trek through the woods towards the village that would either be their valiant stand against the Assassin's Guild, or their grave.

No One Escapes The Guilds

Kiori smiled at Rylee's last words. Not the half-hearted assassin smile that had crossed his face a few times since they met up, but an honest to God smile. Letting that all out and hearing the Rylee would stay with him, that he wouldn't have to be alone anymore, revived yet another shriveled fragment of himself from the desolate past. Finally, he had his friend back. He felt that he needed to say something in response, something other than just "thanks Rye." There was something he used to say when they were kids whenever she did something nice for him, wasn't there? The memory was foggy, the words a garbled echo in his mind. It was definitely sarcastic; after he said it she would stomp her foot, or stick out her tongue, or do something to punish him for his low wit. "Alright," Kiori said grinning, "but don't start thinking that I owe you one."

Rylee's improvements on the plan seemed sound. The less people that were in on it, the better, and the details seemed easy enough to figure out. "The villagers will be in no danger so long as they cooperate," Kiori said, addressing Rylee's concern. "Assassins are strictly prohibited from killing cooperative civilians. Letting people who cooperate live encourages future cooperation and makes our job -- sorry, their job -- easier. But, I think this is a good plan for now. The rest we'll have to figure out when they get there." With that, there was little else to discuss and the two began walking off towards the nearest village.

Despite Rylee's offer of socialization instructions, Kiori remained quiet for the beginning of their walk. It wasn't the same awkward silence that had pervaded their little alliance thus far, but rather one of contentment. He had just said more about himself those brief minutes than he had in the past ten years combined, so it would take him some time to get used to carrying on full-fledged conversation. However, it occurred to him that he knew very little about how Rylee had ended up in this situation. She had been vague with her reasons for leaving her guild, but he could imagine plenty of reasons why. That rose another question, though, one that he probably should have asked first. "So Rye," Kiori said, breaking the silence a bit abruptly, "how did you end up with the constables anyway?" Kiori hoped that Rylee had joined by choice. Although being scouted by the constables likely would not have been as traumatic as his own story, he hoped he wasn't prodding at any old wounds.

The Horde of Evil - Tresspassing through treacherous tribes' territory! (RP closed)

So... whose character is closes tho this in our glorious group?

@knighthawk

Well, if we combined Athinar's ferocity, Emily's magic power, That's chaos-sowing mindfuckery, Nazra's conglomeration of souls, Octavius's witty personality, Shukra's command of an entire army, Azavarn's sense of fun, Umbra's body-snatchery, Torrens's untouchability, Clotho's rupulsiveness, Twitch's love of toys, Kor's hunger, The Keeper's badassery, and the dearly departed Tinkerhel's sexuality... he might learn our name.

The Horde of Evil - Tresspassing through treacherous tribes' territory! (RP closed)

@Athinar Perhaps, but the bottom looks more like this: