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 Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2010 1:14 pm
Freya dropped the tool and sighed. A thought had occurred to her and she just couldn't push it out of her mind. That girl had been so polite and irritating that she wanted to punch her. Strange thought considering that was not how most people reacted to kindness. The thought wouldn't leave her mind now. She was looking for Dothire but maybe it would be fun to see her face when she found him dead. All her business would be a waste. The thought made her want to vomit but at the same time her excitement just wouldn't leave. She couldn't stand the idea of letting it pass by. She put the trowel down next to the garden and went to see if she could find Dothire herself. Maybe luck would be with her and she would have already found her. Then there was no way to do what she planned. There was no reason for it.
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Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2010 1:17 pm
You are like a gift from the Night Mother herself Pyyra Ebonfold "Worry about you? Quite the contrary. I completely trust you to take care of yourself. I would rather Dothire not be aware of our presence just yet." Pyyra stated, her tone holding the smallest hint of annoyance.
Pyyra took her own advice, being careful not to set off anymore traps nor make sound. The fire was getting louder at this point. It would soon block out any of the sound Pyyra or Volge made, allowing for an easy kill.
Pyyra rounded the last corner slowly, only to stop, almost bursting in laughter. A foul smell hit her nose and the buzzing of flies was almost enough to make even the strongest in mind insane. Hanging from the roof were bodies, mutilated and dripping. Laying on a bed on the far side of the room was Dothire. It seemed he wasn't as innocent as he liked to admit.
For a moment Pyyra considered inviting him to join the Brotherhood. Though he was the target in a contract, she had accepted the terms, the man had to die. Also, who was she to deny Volge and herself the simple pleasure of killing the man?  May the Night Mother wrap you in her cold, loving embrace
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Sylvaky Ebonhold Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2010 1:22 pm
Volge was also about to laugh and was barely able to contain himself. He loved this smell of rotting corpses, and even fresh ones at that. He drew his other knife with his other hand. "Let's kill him." He said with a whisper. "Let's carve him into little bits." He was about to lunge. This feeling was just too overwhelming.
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Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2010 1:42 pm
You are like a gift from the Night Mother herself Pyyra Ebonfold Pyyra held up a hand to stop Volge. "Something isn't right..." She said carefully. Dothire's chest was not rising and falling as it should have. His cloths were covered in blood, but she had assumed it was due to what he had done to the bodies.
Creeping closer, Pyyra inspected Dothire's still form. As she had predicted, he was not breathing, he had no heart beat. It seemed someone else had done the job for them. She cursed under her breath and waved Volge over. "Dead. But not by our hands...this wound," she pointed to a deep gash in his side, "is to irregular, someone who didn't know what they were doing...it is also inconsistent with the wound on his neck..if I am correct...a team of two killed him..." Dothire also had a deep stab wound on the side of his neck which had been bleeding out for what seemed to be a while.
The thought came to her mind, who had done this? They had taken the Brotherhood's prey. They would need to answer to Pyyra. But they also showed much talent, to bring down a master swordsman, as amateurs. Whom ever did this, it seemed the Night Mother either did not take notice, or refused to share it with Pyyra seeing as Pyyra hadn't been forewarned. "Quite a disappointment..." May the Night Mother wrap you in her cold, loving embrace
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Sylvaky Ebonhold Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2010 1:48 pm
Volge walked over to her and frowned. "To think someone inexperienced could take this from us." He said as he sheathed his knives. "I'll kill whoever did this and ruined my fun."
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Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2010 6:49 pm
You are like a gift from the Night Mother herself Pyyra Ebonfold "Do not blame those whom committed the murder, blame and thank the lure of a kill." Pyyra said, lowering her gaze to sweep across the body. "But you are correct, we should, if anything, at least investigate." Pyyra took her dagger out and cut Dother's arm. She let blood run over her hand before marking the dead man's left cheek with a bloody hand print.
"Come, I would like to visit the Sanctuary before we start the search for whom ever did this." Pyyra said, turning abruptly. This time, passing all the traps she triggered them all. Another reason for keeping them intact was to box Dothire in. If he chose to flee, there was a chance he would trip his own trap, either dieing or becoming unable to travel on foot.
It didn't take long to exit the Fighter's guild. By the time she had, she had wiped the excess blood onto a cloth within her coin pouch. May the Night Mother wrap you in her cold, loving embrace
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Sylvaky Ebonhold Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Sep 22, 2010 7:09 pm
Freya was herself a member of the guild, no one cared much for her, they thought she was strange for laughing when she got hit or lost her footing and fell. Really it was quite funny, didn't they see it? She made her way to the cellar when someone actually answered her the first time she asked. Her face was set and serious, maybe it was different from usual, she could never tell. As she got closer a strange odour reached her nose and she breathed it in, it was new and didn't smell like the dirt that everything else did.
When she came into view, naturally looking down at her feet as she walked she clenched her teeth at the site of the bodies. There was Dothire sitting right in front of her too busy with his sword to look up. She grabbed the crowbar that must have been used to help hang the bodies and plunged it into his side. A moment later she had his sword and slid it into his neck to make sure he was dead. Now what?
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Posted: Wed Sep 22, 2010 8:08 pm
You are like a gift from the Night Mother herself Pyyra Ebonfold Pyyra bid her farewell to the fighter's guild members. She put on a pleasant facade, explaining that she had found Volge in the storage room and that he was a client whom she had taken a job from. It was far from the truth, but the fools couldn't tell the difference from fact to fiction.
Pyyra hurried through the streets of Bruma. Even from second terrance she could see the chapel. It was one of the largest, second only to Skingrad's great chapel. Three sets of doors opened up into a large worship hall where civilians worshiped nine different gods. All of which were nothing compared to the Dread Father, Sithis.
Directly in front of the middle set of doors lay a stairway. It descended several stories into the ground before meeting a locked door. Members of the Brotherhood were gifted with a key to this door once they reached slayer as a reward for their loyalty.
Through the door, Pyyra quickly swept herself toward an ominous door that she had taken a liking to calling 'The black door' though the door had little black. It was a deep crimson red and seemed to glow with malice. "What is the color of night?" a voice hissed from the door. "Sanguine my brother." Pyyra replied with ease. The door swung open she she stepped inside.
(Pyyra to Bruma Chapel Undercroft) May the Night Mother wrap you in her cold, loving embrace
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Sylvaky Ebonhold Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Sep 23, 2010 3:22 pm
Freya clutched her chest horrified by what she had done. Had it been in malice? I simple act...not simple. She corrected herself. This act, murder, could she justify it with the bodies that were before her?
Freya shook her head and gripped the hair growing behind her ears, she doubled over and fear took over. Her eyes wide and Dothire's blood sword in her hand she ran past the bodies and into a room further down an almost hidden hallway. She could here two people talking quietly.
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Posted: Thu Sep 23, 2010 7:29 pm
Volge liked the skill and thought that Pyyra lied with. He also liked the stupidity of the Fighter's Guild members. How could they easily believe something like this? As they made their way to the chapel all Volge could think about was one thing, if he should try to kill Pyyra. She seemed strong, and that was the one thing he hated the most. As he followed her through the door he had a fleeting thought of attacking her from behind, yet it disappeared quickly.
(Volge to Bruma Chapel Undercroft)
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Posted: Fri Oct 08, 2010 12:56 pm
With the strangers gone Freya knew she had to get out. If she remained here she would surely be caught and executed. Maybe that was what should happen but she couldn't bring herself to it. It felt like it would be suicide to submit and take the punishment. As she stepped out into the room with the bodies she breathed in quietly, taking in the scent, small parts of her brain lighting up briefly. The bloody sword wouldn't do any good if it got her in trouble. She wiped it and covered it in a cloth before leaving. Others carried around swords in the guild, it wouldn't stand out.
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Posted: Wed Nov 03, 2010 11:02 am
Elrienn Demetri
Dark Brotherhood Silencer
May the Night Mother's judgment be swift, may she bless your soul as she blesses this blade.
The city of Bruma was darkened and windswept, the bushes and vegetation were swaying in all direction making it easy to enter the town undetected. He climbed up a building and began heading towards the target's location but noticed something moving in the shadows ahead of him. As he crept closer he saw a rooftop archer. Elrienn stood up behind the archer and prepared to strike. He covered her mouth and stabbed her through the heart with his hidden blade. He retracted it and let the body fall to the ground. As the body slammed onto the ground he heard more guards on his position.
"Who has done this? Show yourself!"
A guard exclaimed and readied his sword.
Elrienn was still on the rooftop but noted that the guards moved closer to his previous position allowing for an easy entry but a harder getaway. Elrienn finally saw the target's house and noted a few guards were positioned along the east and west wing of the house right by the doors. There were minimal guards along the south-side and north so he processed the information and thought of how to strike. He quietly climbed down the building and held two trowing knives between his left thumb, index and middle fingers. He threw them both at the same time having them hit two guards in the neck and chest Elrienn smirked as his plan fell into play. The guards surrounded the area of where the two fell. Elrienn took this to his advantage and made a quiet entry through the front door. As the guards rattled outside the guard inside looked out the window. Elrienn wanted to kill the man, but it would only attract more attention. Then again he was trying not only to capture the man but also make a message clear. 'those who disobey the Night Mother must die.' He looked at the guard's hands. In one of them was a book, a gospel type book about the Night Mother's mercy and wrath. Elrienn respectfully smiled and grabbed the man from the bed without alarming the guard.
Elrienn exited out the back door and laid the man down on the ground. He then tied a rope along the man's arms and legs bounding him helpless. The man was still asleep but the guards were already alarmed by his target's disappearance. Elrienn knew that the man would weigh him down so the best option was to go directly through the city. The man woke up and began screaming. The guards looked in Elrienn's direction and began to pull out their swords. Elrienn Dropped the man on the ground and Jumped into the air. By the time the guard had his blade pulled out half way Elrienn already had his hidden blade fully extended and stabbed the guard in the chest piercing his armor and ripping out the back of the guard's plating. Elrienn then pulled out his cleaver blade (A thin straight blade curved upwards at the top like a fang for effective stabbing, slashing and tearing of the flesh) in his right hand and two throwing knives in his left hand.
The guards charged at Elrienn as Elrienn took out the first two with his throwing knives he blocked a guard's sword with his blade and locked the blades together. Elrienn jabbed the guard with his left hand and projected his hidden blade into the guard's unarmored abdomen. He then slit the guard across the stomach and flung the guard to the ground. There were only five guards left but he was still outnumbered. Elrienn took a slash towards one guard that was still shocked by the death of his ally. The guard's throat was caught on the blade ans Elrienn pulled back ripping the guard's windpipe out of his neck. Elrienn got back into a defensive position and awaited another guard's attack. He dodged another guard's swings and got behind the guard, he was back to back wit the guard but extended his hidden blade through the guard's armor and stabbed the guard's right lung. Elrienn let the body drop and took a swipe towards another guard who blocked and locked blades. Elrienn span and flung the guard's blade upwards while taking a stab right through the guard's abdomen tearing out flesh when Elrienn withdrew the blade.
Elrienn jumped into the air and stabbed the second last guard with his hidden blade. It pierced the guard's arm knocking him to the ground. Elrienn let the guard live on the ground and took a swipe at the last guard's legs. He tripped the guard and stabbed him with the tip of his blade through the abdomen. Elrienn turned back to the guard on the ground.
"Please, please don't kill me!"
The guard exclaimed.
"Fortune lets you live today, you worship the Night Mother. Spread the word and I will let you live."
Elrienn said coldly. He let this guard live just because he was faithful to the Night Mother.
Elrienn took his target and hit him on the head with the handle of his blade. The man lost conscience and was silent. Elrienn looked back at the bloodbath and grinned. He went back to the castle to see the Listener and tell of his work.
(Elrienn- Bruma Chapel Undercroft)
I don't wish for you to die, I'm only cleaning this world of the Night Mother's impurities.  OOC: For spy posts I'll interact with the crowd more to gather information, this one didn't quite seem like it was necessary to interact with people. This is my assassination post style.
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Posted: Wed Nov 03, 2010 8:35 pm
Elrienn Demetri
Dark Brotherhood Silencer
Elrienn took her to a small house, he knocked on the door with a greeting the girl inside nodded and quickly prepared beds. Since there were only two Elrienn slept on the floor.
OOC: And I'm offline. See you later.
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Posted: Thu Nov 04, 2010 6:47 am
You are like a gift from the Night Mother herself Pyyra Ebonfold Pyyra entered the house. It was one thing for a target to take refuge in someone's home, but the Listener? It was pitiful that she and her Silencer were in such danger. She felt like a petty thief running from a small bounty.
Pyyra's wound had been bandaged and the hole in her leather armor repaired. It was late into the night, she understood the house owner's need for sleep. Though as the night dragged on, Pyyra could not pry herself from the waking world. The faces of the ones she sent to her death ran through her mind. Four Dark Sisters and Five Dark Brothers. Of course they would all be at Sithis's side, but they were young, barely Eliminators. Whom ever had betrayed the location of the sanctuary would die, by Pyyra's hands.
Pyyra looked to the floor where her Silencer appeared to be asleep. She knew she wouldn't be receiving much sleep, and she wondered if he to was awake. Elrienn was worn out, even before the attack, he was not to blame if he succumbed to his needs. May the Night Mother wrap you in her cold, loving embrace
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Sylvaky Ebonhold Vice Captain
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