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 Post subject: True Stories of a Dallenport Rogue
PostPosted: Sun Apr 05, 2009 5:47 am 
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Was a quite night with no feeling of weather. The temperature not cold nor hot, just in the middle. No lights in sight, just a clear sky filled with stars, like a static channel on a giant television. In the middle of a tall grass field, no idea where north or south is.. just.. walking in the dark, letting my senses guide me. Time passes, glowing eyes watch me as I pass by them. The random sound of twigs breaking under my feet. A dim light appears in the distance, straight ahead! Circling around the light, creeping towards it from the side. Unknown if I'm coming in from the east or north, my sense of direction is gone right now. My years of sneaking have paid off! A small thief sits in a bush off the trail, which leads into a bridge. I sneak up behind him and steal his small leather pouch, no need to take his life. He's much too young to even put up a fight for me to enjoy. I sneak off, open the pouch, disappointment. Just five gold coins! I think for a moment to turn around and throw it back at him. I continue towards the bridge hidden within the shadows of the bushes, undetected by the poor juvenile thief who wasted my time. I creep up onto the bridge and continue towards its end.

A huge white castle towers ahead of me, getting bigger as I creep towards it. Large vines races up all around the enormous castle, thinking too myself. I could climb to the top easily on those vines if I need too. Let me first take a peek at the entrance, hopefully.. no guards or locked gates. Perfect! No guards, no locked gates,.. just opened to the world! Slowly and quietly I sneak into the the main halls of the castle. Large doorways are on the west and east side of the hall. Taking a quick peek into the first one, a few chills run down my spine. I know where my damned senses now have lead me! Asgard! Home of the Viking Gods! Home of Odin, king of the Viking Gods! I've heard the stories of wars that have been fought here. I best hide my daggers and creep VERY quietly out before I'm detected! I don't think my kind is wanted here, and I don't want to sneak around. Odin is nobody to mess around with..the sound of feet slapping the floor are heard from the north. Hel, mistress of the underworld has arrived from the north. I attempt too sneak away, a pain can be felt in my back! I've been stabbed! No turning back now! I rush away and tend too my wounds. She is powerful indeed. I've got to make this quick, or she'll alarm everyone I'm here.

Quickly, I grab a shimmering potion from my thieves sack and quaff it! Surrounded by a shimmering white light barrier, I leap back out into the main hall and charge her! Her eyes get narrow and she snarls, charging towards me. A small white blade wielded in her hand and a dagger of soundless death in mine, both blades collide! I spin quickly around her and slam my dagger into the lower back of her! She cringes in pain and leaps away. I can see the surprise in her eyes, she was not ready for the power I've invested into that attack. She quickly looks behind her, perhaps praying for back up or maybe just checking her surroundings. Either way, I let a smirk of arrogance out and charge her again! She slowly backs up into a corner and disappears into a group of shadows! Quickly I cast a spell onto my self (why didn't I do this before?! Such a novice!) my eyes glow silver and I peer into the group of shadows! I'm too late! She's managed to sneak behind me, just in time for me to see a blade screaming towards me! I'm hit again! She's stabbed me in the shoulder blade! I kneel down and leap back up tackling her to the ground! This fight is causing quite a stir. I need to end this now! I leap too my feet and sneak into a room, lucky me,.. it's empty! I peer back out and I can see her gathering herself and spinning around, looking for me. She's spinning around too fast, I've got too time this perfectly..NOW! I leap back into the main hall and slam my dagger into the back of Hel. I can feel the bones of her spine break while I thrust my blade deeper into her back! She lets out a ghostly moan before slowly falling too her knees. If nobody heard our quick scuffle, I'm sure that damned woman's moan caught someones attention! I quickly place my foot into her and pull my dagger out from her broken spine. Before sneaking off, I kneel down and grab her bloody white blade. I'm sure I can find a good use for it in my travels.

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 Post subject: Re: My encounter with a viking GODDESS..
PostPosted: Sun Apr 05, 2009 5:55 am 
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P.S. Do not listen too Nusa, he had NO assistance in this fight at all!

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 Post subject: House of Mirrors
PostPosted: Wed Apr 08, 2009 8:00 am 
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Its been a long few days.. Its been hotter than normal. It doesn't pay too be mysterious sometimes. Under a large hooded cloak, hidden further underneath the face of some stranger, with the sun beating down on me every moment. I think its time I took a break and relaxed. So many threats though, dare I let my guard down for a moment? Why not, I wouldn't mind the mild drama that would follow an attack on me. This fountain water is fresh, but so many distractions here! I'll slip passed the knights and head south. Get the hell out of this holy city and get some fresh air. Ill go down this alley past the training guild and slip through the opening between two buildings, near the south gate. Just as I expected! A lazy platinum knight! Look at him.. I bet he won't even notice me in broad daylight as I slip past him. As I creep near him the towering gate extends a shadow barely the size of an elf. I quietly tip toe into the shadow and slide right past him! I can't help but cackling inside my head! I can't believe the simple minded guards these days!

Off in the distance a large open field with fresh fruit catches my eye. Thinking too myself, "a nice peaceful area with fresh fruit or a small grove with shade" I think ill take the fresh fruit, that"ll bring my body heat down at least. I sneak onto the path and make my way towards an open field of various plants. Making my way through the field a small gust of fresh air breeze's through! Finally! As soon as I start too enjoy it, I run into a melon area. I find a nice spot too relax and lay back while eating on some fresh melon. Its been awhile since I've let my guard down and took a second too relax. I need too do this more often.. Quickly another insane cackle is blurted in my mind! What am I thinking! I'd much rather rip the spine out from some unexpected soul vessel! I toss a large portion of some melon too the side and start too think about killing! Just as the melon hits the ground I hear a faint hollow thud. Quickly I peer over towards the melon on the ground and notice a small pile of mixed rocks and dead plants. I leap up onto my feet and investigate the area around the pile.. Nothing..what was that?? As I'm tapping the ground, listening for the "faint thud" again. I kick a few rocks from the messy pile and lean over too pick one up. Maybe ill toss a few around and hear it again. As I lean over and grab a few I notice a dark area from within the pile. Slowly moving things too the side (you never know, could be just some random trap a farmer set out for critters.) A few seconds later, a strange looking trapdoor starts too appear! Flipping my daggers around, I'm ready for anything! I guess I won't have to track down my next victim. Slowly I open the trapdoor and peek in... What have we here.. A small hide away! I sneak in and quickly adapt to the surrounding shadows and examine the room.. Chests, crates, ... THERE! A figure.. Wait! Another one! Wait a second... Its just mirrors.

The place is full of mirrors. I don't sense anyone, I think the coast is clear. It seems whatever stays here isn't HOME. I must be quick, no telling if the owner is close or not. Quickly I rip open the chests, crates and bags. A few things catch my eye, I'm feeling like a jeweler in a rare crystal cave nobody has found! Quickly I empty a few bags full of trash and begin too fill them with valuables! I've done this sorta thing before, I feel like a pro who was on a long vacation and hasn't lost a step in his game! I find myself quickly leaving for the exit, just as fast as I got in. A halfling step away, a rug laying on the ground catches my eye. A faint glow surrounds the rug.. I've seen one like this before but.. From where?! No time to think, I quickly roll it up and tuck it under my large hooded cloak. Seconds later I'm out of the field and sneaking down the path towards my old town, Dallenport. I start think too myself.. It might be best to sneak away into a more quiet area where not many go. Busting through a few bushes and sneaking past a few mindless creatures a small cave opens up just before a large keep. I've been here before, many times too be honest. Slipping quietly into the cave a calm shadow creature keeps to itself. I've dealt with it before, I've put it in its place. I make my way towards the rear of the cave. If anyone shows up, ill have the shadow stalking creature be my alarm. Several moments pass as I dig through the various bags of equipment, the creature up front paces in and out of the shadows, peering outside. Nothing seems too be catching its attention, so I continue to pick through the bags. Time passes and the unwanted items the cave can keep. I slip out of the cave, ignored by the guarding shadow stalker and into the pitch black night..

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 Post subject: The fool on the horse
PostPosted: Thu Apr 09, 2009 8:41 am 
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The sky appears to catch fire as the sun rises in the east. Sometimes I wish that damned giant of fire in the sky would just burn out.. Forever. I would get more things done and wouldn't have too worry about those knights who only seem to be brave during the daylight. I'll just change my appearance and relax in the tavern. This time of the seasons, that ball of fire won't stay up too long. Slipping between buildings and a few lazy knights I make my way to one of many hideouts. Quickly gather a set of pirate clothing, including a peg leg that's attached too some torn pants and change out. I get a rush out of the mind games you can play on simple minded people, when becoming a totally different person. As I slide most of the clothing on, I get too the peg leg. An old injury I had many seasons ago allows me to completely twist and pull my leg up into my inner thigh, completely unseen by even the most trained eye. My leg will lose feeling soon, but I've learned how to block the numbing pain and continue with whatever I'm doing. With my change done and my death suit put away, I set out too become an old, retired pirate turned local drunk. A dagger I stole years ago from a thief is tucked away, hidden on my body. This is the only defense I have. I can still deal out a single shot and break a spine with even the smallest of blades. Off I go, into Turien to become a drunk in the tavern and pass time. As I make my way past the southern gate without a problem, every few steps I stumble, completely blending in with the local drunk dwarfs who are like this from sun up too sun down. As I approach the tavern, I notice a knight, golden in color, taking advantage of a few drunks and snatching pouch of gold. I've seen this kind of stuff before. Its overlooked, nobody cares for those mindless drunks, I sure as hell don't. I wobbled over towards the entrance peg leg and all and attempt to enter, "don't make a move" shouts an overweight knight. His belly poking out from underneath his armor. Here we go, this fat fool has no idea I'm only faking too be drunk. That's ok, if its trouble he's looking for, its death he's found.

He kicks my peg leg, attempting to knock me over. I quickly spin around and catch myself before hitting the ground. I step back into a small group of rowdy dwarfs and blend in. They make their way down an alley behind the tavern and another large building. As they stumble away, I can see the wide knight huffing and puffing his way towards them. I slip out from within the group and hide within some dark shade from the surrounding buildings. With such short legs, those little drunks move pretty fast. As they disappear around a bend, the overweight and out of breath knight stop right before me. Bending over to catch his breath, with what little remains. As he inhales deeply and let's out several loud gasps.. I step out from the shadows, my peg leg and foot appear before him. He slowly raises his head and looks me right in the eyes. Two dark empty pits, his life must be flashing before him. As he stares into space for a slight second, I raise my left hand into the air, my dagger pointing down toward his upper back. He let's out a horrid sound. The sound a pig would make as it were being slaughter. BAM!! I slam the dagger down onto his spine and snap it cleanly. I love that feeling! Its as if I'm one with the blade as it breaks the spine into pieces. His obese corpse slaps the ground hard and my dagger is yanked out from within him. Chunks of white fragments ooze out from the large hole in his back. Shards of the spine I just snapped like a dried up twig. A hand full of gold for my troubles from the lifeless pile of fat. I've got two choices here.. I can slip away without being noticed. or... have some fun with a local wanna be savior of Turien. Quickly a plan has formed in my head and I grab the lump of fat by his chest plate and drag him through the empty alley and toward the fountain plaza. It takes a bit of time and luck but I finally drag him behind the bank, under the bridge.

Time passes and do bodies around the fountain plaza.. Quietly I wait for the right moment too drop the corpse off with no witnesses. A lone elf finally leaves the plaza and I jump at the opportunity and drag the corpse to the base of the fountain and sit it up. I then quickly cover up the blood trail leading back toward the back of the bank. I make my way back over toward the resting dead corpse and kneel down in front of it. A large black horse with a odd looking human come trotting in from the north. A soft slap too the face of the "resting" knight and the human on horseback peers down towards me. "YOU THERE!" The small framed human shouts. He starts to accuse me of murder, words are exchanged and I explain too him how I stumbled upon the knight. Thinking he passed out drunk. I turn the tables and start to accuse the human mounted on the black horse of murder. Just as word heat up a body slams into the plaza ground! Another dead knight! This one is not my work! I can see a look of fear quickly pass through the idiot on the horse. The human and horse leap into the air (it seems this isn't any normal horse! This thing can fly!) they both disappear behind some clouds. Moments later he floats back down, empty handed. "See!" I told the brain less zombie on the horse. "It wasn't me! There is your proof!" Just then he puffs his chest out, lacking muscle and proudly chants his name.. "I am Mandros, blah blah blah blah" I quickly lose interest after his first name. This kid has no idea what he's doing. He quickly orders me to spell out my name for him. What the hell does this kid take me for, a fool?! I cackle madly inside my head and calmly respond.. "I was never given a name. I'm just an old drunken washed up pirate." This kid has nothing too offer me in a fight. I'm sure I'd get more pleasure skinning an elf for dinner than to tussle with this bum. I slowly walk past him and bump into the horse and the humans leg. Easily stealing his bag of holding he has dangling from a thin rope, connected too his belt.

I continue south and listen to the hollow threats the blind human screams "I will find who did this!" "Knights gather quickly!" So on and so on.. I slip past the knight guarding the southern gate, distracted by that boys shouts. Its an easy journey from here, so many hideouts too choice from. The sun finally begins to set and the darkness begins too take over. I can only speculate perhaps Argenron wanted in on the fun and dropped that knight from the sky. I come to a fork in the path. East or west? I ask myself.. Screw it. I cut right through the path and head straight, not knowing where I may be headed..

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 Post subject: A funny case of mistaken identity
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Slowly the sun sets, the bird calls stop, the many voices of child's play dies. Another night has begun. Slamming down with force the black rain hits the ground. Giving a strong warning too all who dare to stick around in the dark. This place isn't known for its warm welcomes or it cozy inn's. I noticed the dead rotten corpses of a few dozen, a few miles outside the gates. The local knights look like they've accepted more than one bribe to turn a head. Sounds like my kind of town. I Lift my hood up to block the rain from above and my face from the public. I make my way through the alleys and into the local tavern. I order a drink of the cheapest thing they have, I never order the expensive drinks. That brings too much unwanted attention to yourself. Minding my own I drink away, one after another. I gather my senses and proceed towards the exit. I grab a ring I got awhile back from a magi and use it, with the blink of an eye I'm back in Turien. I make my way too a hideout and change clothing. A bum is the choice for today, can't give those worthless knights the pride of finding a criminal such as myself. I find myself drinking the fresh fountain water at the fountain plaza in the middle of Turien. A few people sit around the fountain relaxing and trading war stories, which most are nothing but a fairy tale. Just then a older man holding a baby disappears totally. Something didn't seem right about that situation...

I go on about my business and find myself thinking about that old man and the baby. Why would such an old man be out late with a baby? Certainly not something you'd see every night. Moments later a familiar face strolls in holding a baby, very similar too the one the old man had. With the human is a ...tired looking, spaced out, alcoholic for many years looking female human. Both have a huge dumb smile beaming on their faces. My attentions turns towards them, the male human..AH! That's that wanna be hero human I stole that bag of holding from. The day I killed a knight out of boredom. He begins to write a note on a piece of parchment and slaps it up on the famous "Turien town board". They both leave the plaza and slowly people gather up to the board and read the note. People come, people go and I finally gather myself up and look up at the new note attached too the board. As I read it I try my hardest not too show any emotion at all. A cackle is trying its hardest to break through and blurt out loud. I walk away toward the lake and find myself all alone, I let it all out! My stomach hurts from laughing so much. Its as if someone slammed a club right into my stomach. These fools, these idiots, these... children, think that old man was me?!??!??? I'm sure the knights of Turien wouldn't find that little failed hero act very amusing. Oh well, I do!!!! The knights of old would of had these two hanging at high noon. The knights of now.. seem too busy to even notice. After many moments of uncontrollable laughter I finally gather myself and head back towards Turien. I head back to gather the necessary equipment, such a moment has taken me out of my mode. I need some fresh bodies. Perhaps those two mindless humans. I suit up and head out back towards Turien. I'm risking it but at this point blood needs to be shed. I get too the western gate and annihilate the platinum guard guarding the gate. I grab him and drag him towards the fountain plaza. I drop him off right at the base of the fountain and place a foot on top of his chest. Certainly this will stir up some trouble.

Not a moment later a few bronze and golden knights coming rushing in! Easily I spin around and avoid a few slashes! One body, two bodies, three, four knights in total drop before my feet and still the two village idiots don't show. An emerald knight shows and our fight carries on towards the tavern. I duck under a over hand slash and rush forward with my dagger clinched in the right hand. He swings his shield across his body blocking my attack! He retaliates with a kick to my stomach and I hit the ground. The emerald knight towers above, lifts his sword and says, "Any last words, criminal?!" I let out a little grin and wait for the sword to come crashing down upon me. His grip tightens, his eyes fill with rage, he swings down his sword with all his might! I quickly swing my hip to the side, his sword is buried deep into the ground. The look of fear has over come the rage that burned within his eyes seconds ago. He knows now, I was only toying with him. Like likes of someone as weak as this helpless knight will never overwhelm me. I slam one dagger into his shoulder, pulling him down and using it too help myself up from the ground. He attempts to turn and look towards me, perhaps to beg for mercy. I don't even give me the chance. The sudden rush of death is filling up within me. Nothing can stop me now. I raise my opposite hand, spin the dagger, so it points down towards him. With pin point accuracy I land the blade right at the bottom of the neck. The sound of bones breaking is like walking over dried twigs in the forest. An assassination in the middle of a large town is a great feeling. I quickly scan the area and still no sign of the two wanna be hero humans. Quickly loot the corpse of gold and make my way back too the plaza. The word gets around quick in this town. I post a simple reply too the inferior humans and make my way north. Perhaps a better challenge awaits me...perhaps someone with guts.

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 Post subject: Another day, another job.
PostPosted: Sun Apr 26, 2009 8:46 am 
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As I walk through this broken down city, all I can think of is the pain these folk have gone through too get to this point. So much pain and yet I enjoy it. Dirty bums with empty stomachs, flies circling around them like they were droppings from an animal. I enjoy the pain in those eyes. One would stop and wonder why does so much pain bring me so much joy? But I don't, I don't even want too know. All I've ever known was this. This...joy from pain. What has Argenron got in his plans for me? I roam these lands for many years. Watch allies and enemies come and die. Yet.. I'm still killing like I'm in my youth. I'm over one hundred and fifty years old and yet I feel like I can take down anyone with a blink of an eye. Is this thanks to Argenron? Is this some kind of spell laid upon me? I find myself leaving a broken down outpost and heading towards a dense forest with a few paths leading into it. So many questions... I need something to take my mind off these damned thoughts. Heading down the western path landmarks start too look more familiar. I've been in this area before... I pass up a large boulder, this boulder...something about it...but what is it? Not more than a few moments pass and it finally comes too me. Damn! My age is getting the best of me! That mistress, her hideout is here. She's contacted me several times too do her dirty work. She's an assassin like myself but.. she hasn't killed in years. She likes too think of herself as some kind of queen. Yet no royal blood runs through those veins. No kingdom under her wings. No army, nothing but her and a few servants. She seems to have an endless hoard of gold, I'm not in it for the gold when it comes too her. Slipping past a few creatures and servants to the mistress and find myself sneaking up on her guard. I slide a dagger around his neck and place the other on his lower back, "Don't speak a word or I'll slit your throat. I'm only here for her, I'll spare your life." I nudge him too move forward and we walk into her room. An impressive oak chair sit against the dark wall. The room has a few armor plates tossed on the ground next too the throne. A quite female voice says, "Hello Nas. I see my guard has failed me." I pull back my blades and release the guard. She peers down at him and he quickly kneels down. The evil look she gives him is enough too let him know, he might not be around much longer. She quickly orders him to leave and focuses back towards me. With a stern voice she says, "So ...what do you want? I don't think your here too kill me, you would have already done that." I agree with her and explain how I kind of stumbled onto her hideout, even though I've been here many times before. I pull up a large piece of armor and relax on top of it and we begin to talk. She gets into how she's had a few rogues that just didn't live up too her standards, lazy, stupid, careless wanna be's. Talks of old times slowly turn into talks of jobs she'd like for me to do for her. Like I said earlier, she's loaded with gold.. but gold isn't what I'll take from her. Moments later I find myself agreeing to kill a few rogues and a target that these bums failed to eliminate. She's petite with a light toned skin. Draped in all black and a wicked looking knife hanging on her hip. Our business talk takes another turn and I find myself receiving an early payment. We make our way back too a hidden room behind a false wall. A few very dim torch's align the wall and a pitch black bed covered in black fur is in the center of the room. Hours pass and I lift myself from the fur covered bed and gather myself. A wicked sneer runs across her mouth, exposing her teeth in an indisputable sign of aggression. Another round? I think in my head for a split second and let out a sly smirk, "I want the rest of my payment when the deeds are done." I turn my back and make my exit from the hidden lair. Passing the town of Turien (this damned town seems to always be in my way) I stop at a few local stores for supplies and head north for the lazy bums. A few miles and two paths later I find myself standing in front of a mysterious swirling gray mist. I enter the mist and become momentarily confused, not knowing whats up or down. I'm completely blind but.. I can feel a force pulling my body towards it. Seconds later a bright flash clears out the gray mist and I find myself standing in front of a very large tower.

After what felt like hours of climbing stairs, I finally locate the entrance to where these two are supposed to be hiding out at. Slowly opening the doors to these chambers, I sneak in and quickly scan the area.. a few figures to the east and west. Neither of these rooms hold anyone who look like my targets for tonight. Sneaking further north a quick peek into the eastern room and a younger female dressed in all black is pacing back and forth, slipping in and out of the shadows that engulf the room. She fits the profile perfectly. As I work out a quick plan in my head my senses kick in and notice another presence nearby. Something isn't right here.. I quickly spin around and find a broad shouldered figure rushing towards me! Curved short blade in hand, the figure appears from the dark and thrusts forward with a stab! I raise my arm up and take the stab in the forearm and instantly pull my arm in towards me. With the blade being curved I quickly used it too my advantage, by pulling my arm towards me and the stab being so deep. He has no other choice but too either be pulled into me or let go of the curved blade. He chooses to be pulled in! Just what I preferred! I tug him towards me and and spin around, wrapping my arm around his neck and sliding my dagger right into his mouth. Inches away from taking his life, I make sure I have the right target in hand. "I'm only here too make sure two hired rogue's are still alive! I'm not here to fight, I'm only here too make sure they are still alive! I was told this is where I could find them." Slowly pushing my dagger further into his mouth, he's unable to mutter a word. I don't want him to give up my chance at the female, she's yet to notice our quick little scuffle outside her room. With a slow nod he confirms he's the one I'm looking for. I barely let go my grip around his neck and quickly push forward with my blade. I continue pushing forward, lifting his body and finally slamming it up against the wall on the opposite side. My dagger pierces through the back of his throat, leaving him hanging by a single blade. My attention now focuses back towards the female draped in all black in the eastern room. She quietly paces back and forth, in and out of the shadows that surround the room. Good news. She didn't notice the faint gurgle of the man I just killed swallowing a blade and slapping up against a wall. I grab some silk from my container and tightly wrap it around my arm. It blends in nicely with my jacket, I don't think she'll notice in such a dark room. I slip my last dagger into my sleeve and enter her room. "There you are! I've been looking for you! Is this were we come to learn the arts of the assassins?" She quickly turns towards me and grabs my by my neck. A sharp pain is felt on my head, she has her knife pressing up against my temple. In a soft raspy voice she says, "Do you have a death wish!? Who dares enter my room without my acknowledgment?!" I shiver a bit and act as if I were going to soil myself. I explain too her that I am looking for a female who's mastered in the arts of assassination. A master who is willing to teach students, only a special group of students, I am a part of that special group. I feel her grip loosen a bit. Perhaps this is my time too strike? She slowly lowers the blade and continues too look straight through me. I explain too her in a frightened tone that I'm looking to train under the "master". She lets go in disgust and begins to turn around, "I am not a trainer! Leave me at once!" The blade slowly lowers from my sleeve as she turns her back. Such a gem she is.. young, beautiful, evil and now.. dead. I quickly lunge forward and jam my blade directly into her back and lift her from the ground. She attempts to hack at me with her knife, I grab her flailing arm and twist it until the knife drops. Lifting her higher and higher I start to shake the blade up and down. The pain she must be going through right now.. who would deserve such pain? Again I find myself asking questions. I start to lose focus and come back to my senses a few moments later. Only then I realize she's been dead and I'm still shaking the dagger up and down with her hanging on it. I recover both my daggers and make my way quietly out of the area.

With the two rogues dead only one target remains. This target is said to be found at the top of this tower. She told me those two rogues might have taken refuge here under his wing. Time to end this assignment and receive the rest of my payment. What seemed like a never ending staircase finally comes to an end. Scattered plants, this platform is like no other. It's as if I'm on top of the world. A palace ahead is awaiting my arrival. Swinging the double doors open I'm met by two guards dress in royal blue and purple. A fight ensues and both guards are easily dealt with. Continuing onward.. a man dressed in white is passed out at a desk before two very large golden doors. This must be the entrance to my final target. I quietly sneak behind the white robed man and pull a black hood over his head. I tighten the hood and quickly slide my blade across his throat. Standing in front of two very large golden doors, then sun beaming into various openings in the ceiling, there is no way for me to quietly deal with this one. I going to have to face this one head on. The double doors swing open and a figure comes into focus. A muscular man, his skin is green, he's cloaked in royal robes and levitating in mid air. He slowly begins to levitate towards me, peering directly at me and notices the blood dripping from my wound on my forearm. The blood dripping from both my daggers. The look in his eyes tells me he knows exactly why I'm here. Charging forward we both meet head on, he swings a long sword adorned with green gems towards me, I block the attack with my daggers. A swift kick is delivered to my mid-section which sends me sprawling backwards. The green man then leaps into the air with his sword pointing down towards me. I quickly kick the tip of the sword to the side and swing a dagger towards his neck. He dodges the attack and levitates away from me and gathers his wits. I leap up from the ground and drop both daggers. I reach around my shoulder and grab a equally longsword. It's time I've tested my longsword attacks. The green being starts to mutter something underneath his breath. A large fireball appears before him and he sends is soaring my way. I leap to the side, barely dodging the attack. He starts to mutter again and I take advantage and charge him, I throw the sword towards him to disrupt his spell. He dodges the sword and I tackle him too the ground. A clean right hand lands directly on his jaw and he loses his grip on his sword. The sound of his sword smacking the ground brings a quick jolt of energy too me and I slam another fist into his jaw. He starts to overpower me and tosses me too the side and leaps up. He rushes for his sword and I rush for mine. We both meet each other again, both swords smacking each other. Moments of counter attacks and dodges occur, a few slashes from each others attacks. We're both pretty bloody and bruised up at this point. We've been fighting for what seems like hours. His will power is slowly sinking, I can see it in his face. With every swing of his sword and every hit he takes, it seems to drain him emotionally and physically. I, unlike him enjoy this pain we're both receiving. Which seems to be fueling me as we continue fighting. We both blocks each others attack with our swords and he kicks me backwards. I use the distance between us to use an attack I've been waiting for.. with enough space between us and his energy down pretty low, he'll be slow to dodge a magic attack from me. I swing the sword around and point it towards him and a large group lightning bolts comes shooting out from the tip of the sword. He was not expecting this at all, my attacks have been pure melee attack until this point. He dodges the first two bolts then is hit in the chest by the next two. The shock from both bolts force him to release his sword and lay on the ground shaking. I quickly rush over towards him and kick the sword out of his reach. I swing the sword around my shoulder and place it back in it's sheath. Pulling a dagger out from my boot, I kneel down and raise him so that he's sitting up. The blood starts to flow heavily from his mouth, his eyes start to fade out. With his last breath he still attempts to cast a spell upon me. His eyes widen for a quick second as I slam my dagger into his back, his spine snaps and he lets out a ghostly moan. I watch him as his life force is slowly drained from his body. I release the body and drop it on the floor. I grab his sword and look towards the awesome view of the world below. This sword, my bruises and gashes will prove to her I've done my job. Nothing left now but too collect the rest of my "payment". A sly smirk is shown as I make my way towards her hideout..

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The pounding of rain and wind slam up against the windows. Lucky for me I found this room in time. Not so lucky for the occupant, on second thought.. perhaps he was lucky. A quick death is pretty lucky considering the fact. I guess it's time to disarm the traps around the windows and door. I've got enough sleep to last me a few days. Time to grab what's left in this mans bags and pockets and make my way out into the unknown. I'm not sure where I'll end up today. Perhaps it's time to brush up on my thieving skills. It's been many days since my last heist. I always enjoy what nice gems royal chambers have hidden away. Then the endless threats and "wanted" signs posted up afterwards. The amateurs who attempt to.. bring me in, be-head me, or even burn me alive. The fools, they always seem to fail. Either way, I think it's time I went and had my way with some royal family.

I make my way onto the streets of a middle class town and spot an odd looking orc. A dumb look on his face and a well feed bag happily tied too his belt. The thoughts comes across my mind, "I've seen this orc before." A sly smirk slides across my face, "He's the coward who stood behind those so-called "defenders of Turien" healing them in battle against me and a few others." Quickly I scan the area for any surprises.. nothing. Not a knight nor "defender" in sight. Perhaps this simple minded orc thinks he's untouchable. Perhaps I can teach him a lesson.. to kill him would bring fun, sadly killing him now would only be a short thrill. I can snatch that robust bag of him and listen to the tears flow and threats handed down. Quietly I leave the area with the orc's bag in hand. Taking a page from a magicians book, I create a portal to a place the orc would think twice to follow me too and begin a new journey. Running through a few spiders nests and some crazed ape's, I find a place to relax my bones and await the onslaught of hate from the "defenders". Picking through my thoughts the name finally sheds its light.. Gydin. Seems I didn't need to find a royal chamber full of gems, this orc with a stone for a brain had plenty to offer. Suddenly from nowhere a group of large spiders come rushing towards me, each one with a violent violet light pulsating around them. I've dealt with this type of aura before. They burn like a dragons fire, either way.. there's ways around these aura's. Quickly I grab a potion of icy blue liquid from a sack and drink it. A bright and cold light surrounds me and I rush into the middle of the group. After a few seconds of fighting, the room is completely filled with a wet, hot steam cloud from the aura's clashing with one another. Just outline of the bodies is all that can be seen. I leap too the advantage of them being temporarily blinded from the mist and begin to pick apart the figures in the mist. One after another they start to drop, the screeching from the pain can be heard miles away. I've never heard spiders screeching like this before. One after another they stop and start the screeching. Finally the last one falls just as the mist clears up.

I start to tend to the minor wounds, thinking too myself, "Is this the work of that Orc? Did he send.. no. I don't think he posses such powers." Just then faint thumps on the ground can be felt. I knee down on one knee and place my hand down on the ground. Something big is coming my way...whatever It is, it's moving pretty fast. I leap up and take cover behind one of the dead spiders. A large woman with eight legs, like a spider comes storming in! Those cries from the spiders were not from pain as I thought but.. cries of help. She automatically notices the corpses on the ground and goes into a crazed frenzy. Hacking away at nearby tree's with a blade in hand. In the middle of her frenzy she freezes in motion and slowly looks down. It appears in the midst of the battle my helmet was ripped off. She kneels down and picks it up and takes a deep inhale from the helmet, gathering my scent. Damn it! How did I NOT notice my helmet was missing?! An ape comes wondering in full of blood (perhaps from another fight) and she quickly turn her attention too it. This buys me enough time! I rush out towards her, her back exposed I go for the power shot! Inches away from my blade striking her directly in the middle of the back, she quickly move her torso to the side and swings around and catches me with a clean slice across my neck! I become light headed.. It's hard too breath.. My body is quickly getting cold. On my knee's, she towers over me with an evil grin. She raises her blade high into the air. So much blood is pouring from my neck...

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Dude, this is really good. You want me to compile it into a single page and post it to the library section of the site?

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It's been a few nights now, still the blood continues to slowly seeps out from the wound on my neck. Perhaps she thought I was dead or maybe she wanted me too lay there and suffer? Lucky for me I found that person who sewed me up. Come too think of it.. I'm not sure who the person was.. I just remember stumbling around a cluster of tree's and then looking up at a figure, then the thread being sewn into me. I'm not one to thank anybody for anything. That person would be the first in many days too hear such word comes from me. I'll soon make my way to that area again, that woman who nearly decapitated me. Rumor has it.. her name is Arizanni. Oh well, until that time, life for now will continue.

I reach into a bag and pull out a long cloth and wrap it around my neck, in an attempt to hide the scar and to control the blood. My hand reaches back down and grips the collar, continuing my way through the woods. The sound of a grown man begging for his life can be heard miles away. I finally find a nice open area with a large tree. I pick him up and slam him up against the tree. Grabbing one of my blades, I slam it into one shoulder, pinning him against the tree. Then again with the next shoulder. His cries of pain could be heard miles away. Now I sit back in the distance, hidden from plain view and wait
A glimpse of light shines in the air and she appears! The young beautiful goddess quickly rushes over to the tree in hopes to save him. A few feet away from him and she sets off a trap I had set up earlier. A blade shoots out from a nearby bush and strikes him directly in the heart. The pain in his face fades and his eyes slowly close for the last time. The woman is quickly overcome with sorrow and confusion, she looks around to try and understand, "how and why". She's got no idea how much gold is awaiting the arrival of her dead body. Her hand grips tightly on her sheath and she peers around the area, a few tears slowly fall from her eyes. Now all I need is for her too get a little closer... Quickly she mutters a few words and a bright aura surrounds her. Damn it! This aura will create a bit of a problem with my attacks. I wasn't expecting that. Seems I'll have to skip my other trap and think of something quick. That's the beauty of being what I am. Always something around the corner too surprise you. Silently I creep through the large brush, stalking her every movement.. She gently take the body down from the tree and kneels down beside it. Muttering another strange group of words, her hands begin to glow as she raises them above the body. Damn, this doesn't look good. I'm going to have to strike now! Like a crazed animal after prey, I rushed out from the bushes and charge her! At full sprint I pull a sphere from a bag and hurl it towards her, the sphere impacts with a loud bang followed by a bright light that momentarily blinds anything in the area. As the light fades everything starts to come back into focus. She slowly picks her self off the ground.. Good! The sphere worked! It had enough power to dispel that bright aura that surrounded her, leaving her a bit more vulnerable. She quickly raises her arm to block out the sun as I come crashing down with my blades in hand! She blocks the attack and leaps backwards to gather her wits. Hmmm, she's fast, I've got to figure out a...got it!

In my travels I cam across an Orc with a giant bag strapped to his waist, that I helped myself too. Inside of it was a sphere. This was an old sphere I heard of before. Created by a necromancer, it held the power to awaken the dead and turn it into a zombie that followed the creators commands. I swing one blade back into my belt and grab the sphere. I quickly charge her and a melee ensues. After a few exchanges she pierces my shoulder and kicks one of my knee's in. She's a lot stronger than I expected. I think she understands what my plan was, she's guarding the body like a mother dragon with babies. I've barely managed to pierce her.. She grows in confidence with every attack. I'll have to take a few shots in order to get her where I want her. She charges me and raises an arm, a lightning bolt shoots out from her palm. The bolt smacks me right in the neck, shattering my talisman. The force sends me hurling a few feet back, slamming up against a large rock. She comes soaring down immediately with a kick that rips part of my mask off and dislocates my jaw. No wonder she's worth so much! This woman is hits harder than a barbarian wielding a hammer! All I need to do is circle around her.. I can barely gather myself to stand, I stagger around and rush her with my blade raised in the air. She smirks and dodges the attack. I say to myself, "That's right! Keep that smirk up!" I stumble past her and thrust the blade towards her, missing by what seems like a mile. She sends me sprawling with another kick, a few bones shatter as I'm sent hurling in the air like a discarded piece of meat. Now's my chance! I leap too my feet and slam the sphere down onto the corpse of the dead servant! He slowly rises from the dead and gives an evil grin. She was so busy killing me, she forgot about the body she was protecting! She can't bare to make eye contact with him. This is perfect! I flip out a blade and toss it too the zombie, "I want her dead!" With an evil grin still gleaming from the zombie, it rushes her hacking away like a madman. She leaps back a few times blocking his attacks, yelling, "You will pay for your sins, assassin!" As she's distracted I slip out of sight and into the edge of the forest. I've got no time too heal, with her powers she'll be done with this zombie in a matter of minutes! Dashing through the edge of the forest, I start to circle around her, I don't think she's notice where I'm at yet.. I've got to time this perfectly. She leaps towards the zombie cleaning slicing its head off. You can see the pain in her eyes, she stops for a few seconds to mourn, just enough time! Charging from the forest's edge with my blade in hand, I slam the blade deeply into her back! The blade connects perfectly! She let's out a ghostly moan and her body slowly falls too the ground.
I've got a few broken bones and a crooked jaw but, I've got all my limbs and the job is done. Time to grab this lifeless body and turn her in for my reward.

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