Azrael/Iris
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A drunk monk who hates social events and worms
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Post by Azrael/Iris on Mar 15, 2012 11:51:29 GMT -6
The Master Assassin leaned against the bell tower of the smaller temple that was in the Market Place. His yellow eyes scanned the ground, keeping an eye out for the target. He wouldn't be hard to miss... the target was a rather obese man. Jon Sputz... he owned one of the largest gold mines in Hyrule and the contract wanted him dead. Most likely a worker who was wrongfully fired or a old enemy trying to cut off loose ends. It didn't matter to Torak... they were getting paid.
The contract had said that Jon always went to the bakery to get the last of the days sweets before closing time. That's when Torak would strike... the guards were busy somewhere else in the city and the only people he seen was a beggar (who were secretly in league with the Assassins) and a man going into an inn.
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Post by Iona on Mar 18, 2012 18:40:53 GMT -6
Amicable peace had returned to the bar as the various customers relaxed and assumed that the unit of guards that entered and rather overtook the inn were on break, wanting nothing but a drink and some food. The tense and wary silence once more became a pleasant din of conversation as the guards wandered about, taking some sits or chatting with the customers over a tankard of beer. A few of the young ones were even vying for the barmaid's attention, flirting sloppily with her as she smiled prettily but indifferently.
"Keep that up lads and you'd be sure to be seeing the back of her pretty hand on your face and leaving with an empty belly," their captain warned in good standing, winking at the barmaid, who blushed and rushed back into the kitchen. The captain, a pleasant looking and weathered featured man sat down at the bar, his armor and position decorations rattling as he moved. He took off his helmet, laying it on the bar next to him with a sigh. His sharp gray eyes had taken in his surroundings, and the cloaked man who was seated but two chairs down at the corner of the bar, who had been drinking quite messily but who's head was down cheek first on the bar, his face still covered by the hood of his cloak.
"Now there's someone who I wanted to see! Reyson! How's it going?" jovially cried the bartender in his booming baritone, clapping the captain on the shoulder companionably. Not bad, Jerry, not bad,"the captain said with a pleasant smile. The bartender instantly got a tankard, filling it to the brim with frothy, cold beer, asking "How's the wife?" Reyson smiled, taking the beer. "Good. Chewing my ear half off when I come home over this or that,"he replied with a shake of his head. Jerry laughed, his laughter echoing out, causing heads to turn in surprise. "And the kids?" Jerry asked as he brought the captain a plate of of a slab of roast and bread. The captain thanked him and ate half of the roast quickly. "Ophelia is looking like her mother every day. Smarter than all of those goddess damned suitors put together and multiplied by five, though." The captain continued to eat and Jerry cleaned the bar, still smiling.
"Now there's a beauty, Ophelia. And Nell? Still the wild little imp she was?" asked Jerry as the captain, with shocking speed, finished up his meal. "Aye. Crazy thing. It's hard to think she's our child, being so wild. Now, Jerry, Tancred's birthday was yesterday. Damned boy turned fifteen yesterday and holds his sword better than these idiots I command. You know, did you hear..." And on they chatted, talking about the weather and their families still.
Outside, Attikus froze, his hand on the door handle, his eyes glazed and distant once more. 'I will give you one of my masks, yes? A mask that befits you, warrior assassin. Under one condition...' The door burst open and Attikus stepped out of the way, nearly running into the the beggar, and absently apologizing for it. He remembered...what did he remember? It was a song, a simple tune, but what was it? He stood there, focusing only on remembering as customers came in and out.
"Lively bloke there," the captain said to fill in the silence that had formed between him and the bartender. The bartender shook his head. "Look at that. Drank himself in, he did. Passed out colder than my great grandmother's tits. I'll have one of the lads to carry him up to a room later," he said dismissively. He frowned, turning his gaze full on the captain. "Something tells me that you just didn't come in here for a bit of talk and a bite of food. Is that so, Reyson?" he asked in a quiet voice. The captain laughed once. "Ah. You're sharper than you let on, Jerry. Yes. We have an emergency search out. For a foreigner. A crown prince, no less."
The bartender edged forward despite the bar. "Crown prince? Of where?" The captain shook his head. "Therae, in a land called Auria. He was coming to speak with the queen, then was shot down. We can't find him. Or his body for that manner; he bleed quite a bit. But--" The captain paused, staring at the hooded man. "Oy. Up with you if you hear," he ordered, tapping and shoving the man. He didn't move. "Easy, Reyson. The man's piss drunk. He can't hear. Wot's this prince look like?" the bartender asked, picking up the various tankards and shot glasses from around the passed out man. The captain sighed.
"He's but a lad, supposedly only twenty three or so. Light blond hair cut a bit short. His eyes are different colored; the right one is bright green, the other dark green. He would be hurt, bleeding. He might be dressed in royal finery. Rides a dragon-like creature called a wyvern. He's armed and dangerous, trained in all forms of fighting to be the perfect soldier and prince. He possess the abilities to control ice and a sort of plant affinity. He just might be dead. Ach, and that's the last thing we need. A war." He chugged down the rest of the tankard, slamming it down with a grim expression on his face.
The bartender paled, then lifted the hood of the cloaked stranger. "Well. It's not this cad. The hair's wrong; brown. War...Goddesses. This is serious. What's the name on the bastard? I will look. Many a man comes through here, some of them hurt," the bartender said, running a hand over his bald head, looking worried. The captain shifted in the chair, looking around to make sure nobody listened. "His name is Attikus. Attikus Nikator Seleus Solas. As soon as you have him, let me know." A fight broke out among the men. "Brockson, Roberts! Stop that! You bunch of rancid animals!" the captain cried, leaping from his chair, his sword sheath clattering. He really didn't care, but it was a good distraction to not answer any more of Jerry's questions. The bartender bit his lip, his mustache twitching, and he too retreated to the kitchen, shouting orders for no reason, nervous.
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Post by Argoth/Maximus on Mar 18, 2012 22:42:44 GMT -6
Argoth entered the inn with hopes of finding out something important. He breathed in the musky smell of beer and testosterone as many of the patrons were heavy set males. Gazing around the bar Argoth noticed that there weren't many people here at all. Gaining information here would be sort of useless now, he doubted anybody knew anything anyway. Instead of walking out the door though he strolled over to the bar and sat down, yanking his hood over his head as he did. Argoth ordered a couple drinks but not enough to effectively intoxicate him. He might as well enjoy himself a little while he was on his search for goddesses knows what. The beer he had ordered wasn't even that strong in the first place and somehow that disappointed him. Shrugging his shoulders he downed the first two in a matter of minutes. "Bartender," Argoth growled. The man looked his way while furiously scrubbing at the bottom of a beer mug with a more than dirty rag. He didn't seem quite happy to be called but Argoth couldn't have cared less. "Two more," he commanded.
While he waited for his drinks he took a look around the bar to scope out any particularly interesting people. Or hell, maybe eavesdrop on an interesting conversation. Two men sitting not too far down the bar from him were going on about some woman each of them had seen on the way here. "Did you see the ass on'er? Magnificent! Ohhh the things I would do to that," he said delightedly. The other man laughed in his face, "Haaa! Maybe you should work on your look before you start chasing after women, ahaha." he mocked.
Argoth shook his head, nothing interesting there. He focused his hearing on another couple sitting behind him. By this time his drinks had arrived and he took a long pull of the first one. The two people behind him were a man and a woman, apparently arguing, or rather, the woman scolding the man for being ignorant with the children, "How many times do I have to yell at you'll before you'll get it. Pay attention to the children! Zeke could have died todayand it was all your fault." "Yes honey, I know..you've told me a thousand times.." the man complained, but felt no less ashamed for his stupidity.
Still nothing. Argoth focused back to his own business and finished off the last of his first beer. Well, I guess there really is nothing here, better move on then, he thought as he was about to get up. But then the door burst inward suddenly and a large number of guards poored into the inn. Argoth smirked, finally, maybe these idiots will know something, he thought. Argoth put on his best acting skills and downed the second beer in one go. The captain entered the bar first, babbling about some guy they were trying to find and how he'd rather be doing something else. Argoth noted this and rested his head on the table as if he were excessively inebriated. Time went on and nothing seemed to be coming up. Argoth was getting restless and he ordered a couple more drinks since they entered, keeping up the persona of an alcoholic. It did not really matter how much Argoth drank, he could still keep focused as if he were sober. A little trick he was taught while being with the assassins.
Finally, after about a half an hour the captain and the bartender struck up a somewhat interesting conversation, "Something tells me that you just didn't come in here for a bit of talk and a bite of food. Is that so, Reyson?" he asked in a quiet voice. The captain laughed once. "Ah. You're sharper than you let on, Jerry. Yes. We have an emergency search out. For a foreigner. A crown prince, no less."
The bartender edged forward despite the bar. "Crown prince? Of where?" The captain shook his head. "Therae, in a land called Auria. He was coming to speak with the queen, then was shot down. We can't find him. Or his body for that manner; he bleed quite a bit. But--" The captain paused, staring at the hooded man. "Oy. Up with you if you hear," he ordered, tapping and shoving Argoth. Fortunately, the bartender saved him from having to make a scene. The assassin smirked, he had found what he was looking for, all he needed was a name.
"His name is Attikus, Attikus Nikator Seleus Solas,"
Bingo, he thought while smiling to himself.
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Post by Faro/Blade on Mar 18, 2012 23:18:55 GMT -6
Deep within a black, foreboding castle above a lake of lava, a green skinned man sat at a desk buried in parchment, alone in a room where books lined the walls. His only company was the vision of his mothers, Koume and Kotake, with whom he was conversing with via scrying.
"I can't find anything on my end that supports that." Ganondorf said, exhausted from the all the reading and searching, and shuffling of pages. "One passing mention from a few weed-burning charlatans is not evidence."
"It is in every book we have from that era. They all mention our prophecy, and the herald within it." Kotake insisted, resting her wiry hands on her hips. Ganon put his thumbs to his temple hands interwoven across his forehead, pressing the headdress he wore there.
"You're buried in parchment dear. You will find something that correlates our findings." Koume reassured. Ganon pulled his hands across his bright red hair, causing the jewels on his forehead to bounce around as they were freed from his grasp. He shifted through the parchments laid out before him, before coming across something he'd only briefly skimmed over before. It was the earliest known version of the prophecy he feared would come true during his lifetime. He thought he had known enough that reading it would be redundant, but as he read, he discovered more and more, until he happened upon that which his mothers spoke of.
And his arrival shall be preceded by that of a herald, who shall unite the power of this great land, in order to raise his terrible master.
Ganondorf simply stared in shock. This was an interesting revelation. On one hand, it was terrifying to know that this herald may already have been set free, simply biding his time until he united Hyrule's power. On the other hand, if he could simply prevent him from achieving his goal, then the prophecy was moot. Either way, he needed breathing room. He had let the Royal Family suffer with the thought that he might attack these past months in order to keep his own forces safe. But the time that was over, he needed all his forces to locate, kill, or otherwise prevent the herald from succeeding, or else there might not be a Hyrule left to conquer. He shot up and with a mighty roar, fired a purple spell in front of him. It hung there for a few moments as it took form, changing to the desired shape. The Phantom Ganon fell into a bow.
"You will not undertake your mission like that." Ganon ordered. The Phantom complied, changing its countenance from the half-skull visage of terror, to a simple copy of its master's face. However, it kept the two sinister horns, so as to differentiate itself from Ganon. "Excellent." Ganon said, reaching for a quill and a blank piece of parchment. He quickly scribbled a note that would tell the royals, in no uncertain terms, that he was taking himself out of their game until further notice. As he wrote, he laid out the Phantom's mission. "You will deliver this to Dalphenes, King of Hyrule and his wife, Queen Irene. You will go alone, unarmed, and you will kill no one. Do you understand?" The Phantom only nodded in agreement. Ganon sealed the note with conjured wax, and the Phantom took it, gliding out of the room, bound for Castle Town.
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Post by Iona on Mar 19, 2012 21:55:27 GMT -6
The red headed Roberts and the tawny haired Brockson brawled it out, knocking down chairs and tables while the rest of their unit cheered them on. The barmaid wandered away indifferently, sadly quite used to causing all sorts of bar fights. The bar had become a din of shouts and catcalls, the contrasting sounds quite piercing to the ears. Their captain burst through the crowd, his face ruddy with rage. "Come off with ye! Come off it you little..." and the captain burst into a stream of the most delectably horrible curses, beating Roberts and Brockson with the flat of his sword mercilessly until they broke apart, sore and sorry.
"This?! This serves our king and queen? But low life scum eaters with their pricks for brains?! I am disappointed in you men. And I don't want to see hair or dandruff of the lot of you! Barracks for you two! Pack your things and report to headquarters. Now," the captain commanded, first yelling, then his voice reduced to a harsh and cold level tone. Roberts and Brockson were on their feet and ashamedly rushing out the door. A tense silence overcame the place in a suffocating blanket, almost tangible, as the entire inn bar seemed to anticipate the captain's next move. The captain was expressionless, but the unit held their breath in fear, knowing he could simply explode in another outburst.
Inwardly, the captain cursed. A public demonstration was what he had been hoping to avoid. In high standing with the king and a favorite of the queen, he could hardly allow for infractions like that to happen in public; not when Dalphenes prided himself in a highly uniform and disciplined army he refused to deploy in the time of Ganon. It was his fault, ulitmately; he should've come with a fraction of his men. He cursed himself for making such an amateur mistake. Was he finally getting soft, losing his touch? Soon, it would be high time to think about retirement before the king loses favor in him. "We deploy in one fifths,"he said, frostily turning away from his men. Maybe the time was now, even if the kingdom was swiftly turning on a pin.
The door opened suddenly, dispersing the panicked, frightened air as sunlight poured in. Every pair of eyes focused on this newcomer who strode in with either no interest or sense of the suddenly wary and hostile atmosphere. The young man, clearly foreign, gave the onlookers a customary nod and curt, toothless smile, the expression pleasant on his extraordinarily nice features. Stepping confidently, no hesitation in his stride or step, he made his way to the bar, sitting where the captain had just been sitting but a moment ago.
"Afternoon, sir," the stranger greeted the bartender, laying out several green rupees. "What ever is available, if you would please to do me the service." He spoke cordially, pleasantly, with a voice that could charm into melting the coldest of women's hearts. But he had a clear, sharp accent of rolling rs and strange vowels said in a lit. He spoke commonly, if not politely, and immediately fell from the customers' radars as he placed his weapons down and quietly tapped his foot, his light and dark blond hair falling over his eyes. Eyes of piercing green, one dark and one light, and fell upon Argoth and gave a slim smile, then the newcomer averted his bright and dark gaze back on the table.
Slowly, the customers warily spoke in murmurs, easing into the pleasant conversation they once shared but minutes ago as the unit, in a cacophony of scraping chairs and shuffling boots, got up and began to file out the door. The captain began to follow suit, then paused, paling, fixating his clear eyes on the foreigner. Unbeknownst to the young man, the captain raised his hand to halt their retreat from the inn, and with determined and purposeful steps quickly approached the young man, drawing his sword from his sheath in a single motion.
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Post by Argoth/Maximus on Mar 20, 2012 17:16:28 GMT -6
Argoth smirked as the soldiers stopped just before leaving. He knew that they had noticed the man next to him and it was all Argoth could do to contain his excitement for just a little while longer. All night he had been waiting to kick some ass and now was the perfect time. But he needed the captain to get just a little closer, even with his head down on the table he could hear him approach. Argoth had acquired a very acute sense of hearing while being an assassin and often used it to his advantage. Right aabouuuuut...there! he thought. Argoth rocketed out of his seat, launching his stool into the captain's kneecaps. The high ranked soldier cried out but was immediateely silenced as Argoth whipped around backhanding him with a closed fist. The captain stumbled into a table and crashed onto the floor. As Argoth stood up fully and looked at the soldiers whom had just witnessed their leader get knocked on his ass he almost burst out in laughter. The looks on their faces were priceless. Every single one looked more surprised than the guy next to him.
"Get him!" one of the soldiers yelled, charging forward.
Argoth smiled, damn it was good to be alive again. The first man to reach him swung vertically down at him but Argoth easily sidestepped to the left, latched onto his arm, brought it behind his back, grabbed him by the head, and smashed his face into the bar top. The soldier bounced off it and rolled onto the floor. Another solder came running at Argoth thrusting a sword at his gut. Argoth took a step forward while simply dodging the blade and wrapped his arm around the man's elbow. He yanked upward causing the bone to snap at the joint and punched the screaming man in the face. While Argoth still had the soldier another tried to cut him down from the side. Before the soldier even had his blade down Argoth elbowed him in the throat with his free arm and kicked him into a table not far away. Argoth focused back onto the soldier, he was bobbing in and out of concsciousness. He smirked and smashed a foot into the man's chest sending him crashing into another soldier behind him. The two of them went down but not before slamming into the wall.
The last two soldiers approached him simultaneously, stabbing and swinging wildly. Argoth evaded them easily, weaving in and out of their simple strikes. He caught the sword arm of one of the men and used his weapon to block the other ones. The two of them hesitated for a moment as they gaped at Argoth's extroardinary fighting skills. Unfornately for them, this was all the time he needed to take them out, and Argoth slammed a knee into the soldier on his right and punched the other in the temple. As the first man doubled over Argoth grabbed him by the back of the neck and tossed him into a table. The second soldier had spun from the force of the punch and Argoth seized a nearby stool and smashed it over his back, breaking it into pieces
The once peacefully in now looked like the site of a small battlefield, and Argoth loved everything about it. Some of the soldiers moaned in agony over their harsh beating and others simply lay there. He realized though that they couldn't stay long because some of the lesser beaten guards, including the captain, might try and get up again. He decided it was time to leave and swiftly turned around to the man who had been so interesting to all these soldiers. He grabbed him by the back of his collar and began leaving the inn. As they entered the moonlit streets of Market place Argoth hurriedly scoped out an alley for then to hide in. He dragged the prince over there and let him to once they were out of site from the street.
"So, you must be Attikus. Heard a bit about you from the guards and thought I would help out. The name's Argoth nice to meet you." he greeted smiling at the stranger.
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Post by Iona on Mar 24, 2012 23:48:19 GMT -6
Attikus blinked, staring bemusedly at Argoth. How did he let this go so far? "I must applaud your bravado, master Argoth, but I can hardly say as such for your actions. Even less for your manner of making decisions," he said with cold civility, glaring at the young man. Frustrated rage flared through Attikus, his bright green eye seeming to shine, the dark green one to blaze. The air got significantly cold.
He seized Argoth by his collar violently, and gave him a single, rough shake. "You're reckless, boy! Do you realize that? Do you know where that little stunt landed me? I have to hide in a country I don't know. The Assassins are after me, a salesman stalks me, and the king wants me dead and the queen wants me alive. But no! You had to save the little girly foreign prince who is clearly in capable of defending himself!" he spat, then pulled a little leather book from his shirt with the Mycenlaean seal, letting it fall open. The information of a Mikhail Korstoryz was printed on it with the Hylian seal on it.
"See this? All Mycenlaeans in Hyrule must have it. No guard, captain or general, can question this. It has the royal seal on it, protection of both rulers. The captain couldn't question me if I was Ganon! This would've ensured my safety! But no, you had to make a damn spectacle. All of the captain's suspicions are put to rest now, because he surely knows who I am! Gods' balls--!" he cursed and released Argoth, doubling over, clutching his side, then falling against the wall.
Face reddening, his eyes half lidded and dull, staring, it appeared that the prince was having a fit as his fists clenched and reopened on the ground. His body stiffly jerked and he involuntarily threw his head back, gasping. As suddenly as it came, the fit passed and he was left there on the ground, chest heaving for air. "From the gates of shrieks, the greatest power born of the red queen arisen from depths unsaid above melting brimstone! The hand that speaks is but a shadow of his dark light in the fated dawn!" he told Argoth, his tired eyes focused on him. His eyes cleared and he bolted up, swaying slightly. "Forbidden!" And with that, Attikus burst out of the alley in a sprint, disappearing from sight.
Above, an inquisitive head gazed down on the alley without any shame, the rest of it looking hunched back like some sort of monster. A chuckle sounded from above, floating down creepily, eyes seemingly to sparkle from the eye holes of a horrific horned mask.
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The queen and the king stared at the letter with strangely blank expressions, alone save for their most trusted, Dalphenes without his other most trusted. It was dusk, but all the candles were on, by the queen's nanny's orders, making the room bright. The old woman, still a formidable wide hipped woman looking half her age stood next to the queen and glared at the burned ground. "It's happening, isn't it? The worse..." the king said, mostly to himself. The nanny, named Anjra, gazed back at him levelly. "Aye. The unsaid prophecy. He was coming back, it was simply a matter of time. It will all fall into place," she said curtly, her white hair a shock compared to her black eyes.
"We need everything, from all the major rulers and organizations of Hyrule. We need all the help we can get. The prophecy is unsaid, but before it had been forbidden to speak of. In the days after the last fall of Ganon, the prophecy was retold and preparations were made from the organizations that I speak of. So we must meet again and--" she was instantly interrupted. "Shit's gonna fit the vat," interjected Anjra, lighting one of her signature cigars, puffing out smoke ponderously.
"Depends who's saying it, but was supposed to be eight years before the second part was fulfilled. The prophecy is early. Either something happened before Ganon's Fall to stimulate the prophecy into going, or something happened soon after to speed it up. This meeting needs to happen soon, and inquires and contacts should be made now. Make it happen," Anjra told the rulers and seemed to slip back into thought. "Speak with Torak, find Azrael immediately," Irene told the king. Dalphenes nodded. "You talk to Klaus Solas and his ilk as well as Seiji. I must first find Torak, he hasn't been around when we need him most. Especially now. Until then, that letter isn't to be touched for a day unless Torak is found." It was agreed as such and the royals and Anjra and another left the room.
As the door shut, the candles continued to burn bright with various scrolls of written text by Anjra fluttering slightly with the still room's weak air currents. Nothing could be heard but the sound of a bar being laid across the door and a rattle of chains to momentarily seal it, as if this single door would momentarily hold back fate.
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Post by Argoth/Maximus on Apr 3, 2012 9:25:20 GMT -6
Argoth raised an eyebrow at Attikus in great confusion, "Woah, calm down.." he interjected before being violently grabbed by the collar. Attikus went on to explain how he was being chased by just about everyone in Hyrule, but the one that caught his attention were the Assassins. Why was his own organization after this man? Before he could say anything the Mycenlaean prince exploded into another rant. "Geez, all I did was get your ass out of there. They were only guards, I didn't kill anybody." But his words fell on deaf ears because Attikus shouted something in his face and bolted out of the alley.
Argoth just stood there for a moment, thinking to himself. What did the Assassins, the King and Queen, and the Happy Mask Salesman all want with this guy? And why did he freak out when he beat all of the guards up? He was only having a bit of fun. If all of these people wanted him dead, or alive, he still wasn't sure, then why not embrace help? Of course, Attikus had no idea he was an assassin, but then again Argoth had no idea what the hell was going on anyway. Attikus was his best bet at finding out. And maybe it was his job to help Attikus with everyone that was after him. Argoth shrugged, he'll find out soon enough.
Just as he was about to leave the alley he heard a faint chuckle echoing off the wall. He knew where it was coming from and noted it before taking off after Attikus.
The prince hadn't gotten very far because Argoth had easily caught up to him, "Running like this doesn't really help your situation," Argoth half shouted from behind, "Let me help you."
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Azrael/Iris
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A drunk monk who hates social events and worms
Posts: 933
Sexuality: Yes
Relationship: Single
Played By: Your mother
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Post by Azrael/Iris on Apr 20, 2012 10:54:34 GMT -6
The sound of running feet was enough to cause Torak, who was now standing over the body of his dead target, to leap into the shadows. He eyed as a strange little man yelled "Forbidden!" and ran from a nearby ally way.
The Assassin's eyes narrowed as someone else followed him. This might require his attention. With that, he nodded and started to climb the building and forgetting about the body of his target. The moon was bright and it cast a shadow upon the ground which caused him to scowl.
Torak kept a close eye on the two figures as they ran for a short distance before one of the figures managed to catch up with the other and he stopped the other.
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