Azrael/Iris
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Post by Azrael/Iris on Jun 3, 2011 22:16:21 GMT -6
A hooded man wandered through the Haunted Wasteland, the gerudo guards paid no attention to the stranger as he traveled across the shifting sands. A cloth tied over his nostrils and mouth kept the sand from entering them and the hood kept the sand from his eyes as he ventured forth. His right hand rested on the hilt of his blade that he kept on his left, incase of any attacks.
He looked up into the sky to check the sun. "Useless."He thought. This damned storm is too thick to see the sky...no matter...I'm close to the base."
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Post by Faro/Blade on Jun 5, 2011 23:12:38 GMT -6
Blade was sitting in the hideout, flicking through new contracts. He'd set the interesting ones aside, political assassinations, slave traders, and other criminal scum, and lump the boring contracts, mainly consisting of debtors and cheaters, into a pile of busy work. The kind of contracts one could complete while out buying groceries.
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Post by Argoth/Maximus on Jun 6, 2011 13:00:40 GMT -6
Argoth sat down next to Blade and said, "He's late. Wonder why he called us here. Are those contracts? Got any good ones?" He asked.
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Post by Faro/Blade on Jun 6, 2011 13:15:55 GMT -6
"Yes he is. I don't know. Yes. And a few, most of them are crap, like always." Blade replied.
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Azrael/Iris
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A drunk monk who hates social events and worms
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Played By: Your mother
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Post by Azrael/Iris on Jun 7, 2011 9:16:04 GMT -6
Torak looked at the boulder he had traveled infront of and he spoke something under his breath and the boulder opened up to a doorway, which he entered and traveled down the cave that it lead to.
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Post by Argoth/Maximus on Jun 7, 2011 13:16:45 GMT -6
Argoth heard the entrance open and set down the contracts he had taken from the pile Blade had created. "He's here," He said.
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Post by Faro/Blade on Jun 7, 2011 22:46:45 GMT -6
"And a bit drunk, If I'm not mistaken." Blade replied, his keen sense of smell picking up a faint whiff of alcohol.
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Azrael/Iris
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A drunk monk who hates social events and worms
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Relationship: Single
Played By: Your mother
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Post by Azrael/Iris on Jun 9, 2011 20:33:23 GMT -6
"If I'm a bit drunk...then you both must be wasted..." a voice said from behind the two Assassins.
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Post by Faro/Blade on Jun 10, 2011 8:40:35 GMT -6
"And he's right behind us. Who knew." Blade joked. "You do have a few bottles on you though, right? The liquor cabinet's getting low." Blade said.
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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 Jun 10, 2011 9:35:26 GMT -6
"That alcohol smell you're smelling is this." Torak replied, setting an item wrapped in cloth onto the table. "And yes...I did have a few of the bottles last night." he added, reaching into his pack and pulling out a few brand new bottles of the finest Termanian liqour.
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Post by Faro/Blade on Jun 10, 2011 17:03:22 GMT -6
"What is it?" Blade asked. "And why does it smell like alcohol?"
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Azrael/Iris
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Post by Azrael/Iris on Jun 10, 2011 20:00:13 GMT -6
"It's poison."Torak calmly replied, he reached into his pouch and pulled out a few scrolls and threw them on the table as well. "We've been hired to take care of some VERY important people."
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Post by Argoth/Maximus on Jun 11, 2011 8:17:13 GMT -6
Argoth turned his head to look at Torak, "I like it, who are these people you are talkin' about?" he asked.
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Azrael/Iris
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A drunk monk who hates social events and worms
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Played By: Your mother
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Post by Azrael/Iris on Jun 11, 2011 17:47:24 GMT -6
"A couple of corrupt members of the Hylian Council of Ten." Torak replied, taking the scrolls and going over to a large wooden board on the opposite side of the room from where they were. Took a few throwing knives from his belt, unrolled the scrolls and stabbed them into the board so they could all see the contents of the scrolls. "This one...Jarsoth No'Garshof...accused of dealing with Gannondorf. Selling secrets of the castle and that sort of thing." Torak informed, pointing to the first poster of a rather large, balding man. With a very thick and bushy mustache covering his face like an ugly, brown caterpiller. "The next one is named Longong Smith...accused of multiple under-the-table executions of the Kokiri race...enslavement of Gorons and private burnings of the Zora people." Torak said, pointing to a picture of a rather skinny man with long, greasey thin hair and was clean-shaven.
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Post by Faro/Blade on Jun 12, 2011 10:17:30 GMT -6
"Bastards. Abusing their power for fun and profit." Blade said, examining the pictures of the two men. "However, unless the one who penned these contracts can put more desirable men in power, this will only happen again." Blade explained.
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