The Fool's End [Dimel, Phaerel]
Jun 5, 2015 7:34:23 GMT
Post by tenebrian on Jun 5, 2015 7:34:23 GMT
Silver… the assassin that was going to be his partner. He’d seen her before, but they hadn’t exchanged much more than a passing greeting. Even if the assassins were a secret and limited organization, restricting knowledge of who knew whom within the organization seemed to increase the ability for it to remain mysterious as if it was more of a fable than a reality. It was only common among the noble families to know Queen’s Assassins in any detail, only because they had family members that would give up their claims to titles in order to join the ranks often with encouragement for the credit it bought the noble families.
He wondered if Silver was one of these, or if she was more like Dimel, a person without a connection to his family regardless of what his birthright had been.
If anything, she had a solid reputation and he was eager to find someone who could match is own skill for this mission.
Normally the assignments were limited to one or two targets per assassin. This time it was four people that were the targets. All adults from a high ranking family whose primary business was refining and mining the crystals used in the construction of Koben’s great Dreadnaughts. They had access to some of the inner workings of the machines. The rumors that had come with the assignment was that they were not only selling off mana crystals mined for the Dreadnaughts, as well as other high-quality crystals that were frequently prohibited for sale outside of the region of Reluir, but also the blueprints of the Dreadnaughts might be leaked to interested parties in Koben.
These four were the men and women directly involved in this crime that was against both the Empire and Reluir. Yet, they weren’t working alone. The selling and release of this information, was being facilitated by a noble family ((will get name later)). Dimel didn’t question why the noble family wasn’t targeted. While he had his own speculations, he kept them to himself. When the Guild gave orders, they were to be obeyed and Atros seemed to be pleased with his diligence, otherwise he’d be in a grave by now.
In an alley, behind a row of bakeries, which had primarily shut for business due to the late hour, Dimel waited for his partner. He was already dressed in leathers and blacks, while having a fashionable over coat and cloak to hide the intricate leather work beneath that would give away his true objective. Thankfully gloves were still tradition and carrying a weapon on one’s person wasn’t in offense of city rules. It made the job easier if he didn’t’ have to hide everything.
He looked around and saw a rat scurrying by. A few dark elves who’s poverty was etched in the lines on their hands and dirty faces were lurking about hoping to get some scraps of left over bread to eat. They paid little attention to him, so that he would pay little attention to them.
When Silver finally gave a sign of her approach he greeted her with the quick gesture of greeting derived from the crossing performed for Atros at worship. “By Atros’ grace. Well met.”
He wondered if Silver was one of these, or if she was more like Dimel, a person without a connection to his family regardless of what his birthright had been.
If anything, she had a solid reputation and he was eager to find someone who could match is own skill for this mission.
Normally the assignments were limited to one or two targets per assassin. This time it was four people that were the targets. All adults from a high ranking family whose primary business was refining and mining the crystals used in the construction of Koben’s great Dreadnaughts. They had access to some of the inner workings of the machines. The rumors that had come with the assignment was that they were not only selling off mana crystals mined for the Dreadnaughts, as well as other high-quality crystals that were frequently prohibited for sale outside of the region of Reluir, but also the blueprints of the Dreadnaughts might be leaked to interested parties in Koben.
These four were the men and women directly involved in this crime that was against both the Empire and Reluir. Yet, they weren’t working alone. The selling and release of this information, was being facilitated by a noble family ((will get name later)). Dimel didn’t question why the noble family wasn’t targeted. While he had his own speculations, he kept them to himself. When the Guild gave orders, they were to be obeyed and Atros seemed to be pleased with his diligence, otherwise he’d be in a grave by now.
In an alley, behind a row of bakeries, which had primarily shut for business due to the late hour, Dimel waited for his partner. He was already dressed in leathers and blacks, while having a fashionable over coat and cloak to hide the intricate leather work beneath that would give away his true objective. Thankfully gloves were still tradition and carrying a weapon on one’s person wasn’t in offense of city rules. It made the job easier if he didn’t’ have to hide everything.
He looked around and saw a rat scurrying by. A few dark elves who’s poverty was etched in the lines on their hands and dirty faces were lurking about hoping to get some scraps of left over bread to eat. They paid little attention to him, so that he would pay little attention to them.
When Silver finally gave a sign of her approach he greeted her with the quick gesture of greeting derived from the crossing performed for Atros at worship. “By Atros’ grace. Well met.”
