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Bob Biter · 11-18-2003, 07:09 PM

[I]The battle had been won, but the newly reappeared Nina looked exhausted. Dreggan worried about this, as the group was only at the beginning of their mission, but what could he do. Each individual was very independant, some even more so than others, so there was no stopping whatever actions any of them might want to take.

Taking a piece of jerky from his pack, the thief started chewing on it, as Matt went off to gorge himself and Vanelee tended to Nina. Daydreaming, Dreggan thought back to his youth...

[OOC: Flashback follows]

"Dreggan! Get out of here! The house is surro..."

A sharp "twack" silenced the middle-aged man, who fell to the ground, a throwing blade stuck in his lower back. He couldn't get up, the thrower was skilled. The weapon was lodged low enough to prevent shock, while paralysing the lower body.

"UNCLE! I don't want to go! Please get up!"

Suddenly, the shadows came alive. Out of them emerged 4 figures, each dressed completely in black. Even their faces were covered, save for a slit for the eyes. Eyeing the fallen man, they stood immobile, until finally one of them spoke.

"You had your chance to leave, thief, but you chose to face your death. How generous it was of you to save us the bother of tracking you down! I am genuinely thankful. However, I am not so merciful."

A blur of movement from one of the men sent another blade deep into the thief's shoulder. He didn't scream, but still grimaced and groaned, cursing his would be killers.

- "Such a foul tongue you have, Mano."

- "Damn your eyes, Sekine. Why do you have to ply your disgusting trade in this realm. I know of your contracts, you murder the weak and defenseless for the rich and powerful, so that they may rule more brutally than ever!"

- "And you steal from the rich and give back to those wretches. You see our conflict, no?"

- "Thieving is harmless. The Gray Cloud Guild does not hurt anyone except for defense and steals only from those would hoard their belongings or flaunt them like the superficial fops they are. You people kill. You terminate life, whoever it might belong to. You do not contribute anything in this world! "

- "Tsk. Tsk. Such misguided word from someone who profits from loss. Life and wealth are the same. Who are you to judge their worth? We are a business. Businesses exist to make profit. It just so happens that certain people can brings us prosperity more easily."

- "You are evil, Sekine. You and the rest of your souless horde. Go. To. Hell."

- "You first, Mano."

The other three assassins who had simply watched suddenly sprang into action and buried their narrow, yet extremely sharp short swords into Mano. Their attacks were aimed to cause maximum pain, while keeping the victim alive.

The boy watched all of this, too paralysed to act. The hired killers had not even glanced at him... did they even know he was there? The question was quickly answered when he felt a cold blade press up against his neck. Only then did he realise that the man known as Sekine had disappeared from the carnage before him, only to reappear behind the boy. Beads of sweat slowly trickled down from the young lad's brow, as he struggled to swallow his fear. Sekine whispered in his ear.

"Watch, young one. Watch how thieves are dealt with. This is what he wanted you to be. Do you want to die like this? Like filthy vermin who exists only to rut, scavenge and be exterminated by those superior than they?"

[OOC: End of Flashback]

Dreggan's thoughts snapped back to reality. He looked around sharply to get his bearings, and remembered where he was. Looking at his hand, he saw that he had crushed the piece of jerky beyond recognition. Sighing deeply, he let it drop to the ground and took out another one, along with some water. His throat was parched. He took a long swig from the water skin and swallowed with great difficulty, some of the liquid trickling down his mouth.

He got back up, put on his facade once again and walked towards the rest of the group, chewing his jerky nonchalantly.

11-18-2003, 07:09 PM	#70 (permalink)
Bob Biter Non-smokers die everyday Location: Montreal	[I]The battle had been won, but the newly reappeared Nina looked exhausted. Dreggan worried about this, as the group was only at the beginning of their mission, but what could he do. Each individual was very independant, some even more so than others, so there was no stopping whatever actions any of them might want to take. Taking a piece of jerky from his pack, the thief started chewing on it, as Matt went off to gorge himself and Vanelee tended to Nina. Daydreaming, Dreggan thought back to his youth... [OOC: Flashback follows] "Dreggan! Get out of here! The house is surro..." A sharp "twack" silenced the middle-aged man, who fell to the ground, a throwing blade stuck in his lower back. He couldn't get up, the thrower was skilled. The weapon was lodged low enough to prevent shock, while paralysing the lower body. "UNCLE! I don't want to go! Please get up!" Suddenly, the shadows came alive. Out of them emerged 4 figures, each dressed completely in black. Even their faces were covered, save for a slit for the eyes. Eyeing the fallen man, they stood immobile, until finally one of them spoke. "You had your chance to leave, thief, but you chose to face your death. How generous it was of you to save us the bother of tracking you down! I am genuinely thankful. However, I am not so merciful." A blur of movement from one of the men sent another blade deep into the thief's shoulder. He didn't scream, but still grimaced and groaned, cursing his would be killers. - "Such a foul tongue you have, Mano." - "Damn your eyes, Sekine. Why do you have to ply your disgusting trade in this realm. I know of your contracts, you murder the weak and defenseless for the rich and powerful, so that they may rule more brutally than ever!" - "And you steal from the rich and give back to those wretches. You see our conflict, no?" - "Thieving is harmless. The Gray Cloud Guild does not hurt anyone except for defense and steals only from those would hoard their belongings or flaunt them like the superficial fops they are. You people kill. You terminate life, whoever it might belong to. You do not contribute anything in this world! " - "Tsk. Tsk. Such misguided word from someone who profits from loss. Life and wealth are the same. Who are you to judge their worth? We are a business. Businesses exist to make profit. It just so happens that certain people can brings us prosperity more easily." - "You are evil, Sekine. You and the rest of your souless horde. Go. To. Hell." - "You first, Mano." The other three assassins who had simply watched suddenly sprang into action and buried their narrow, yet extremely sharp short swords into Mano. Their attacks were aimed to cause maximum pain, while keeping the victim alive. The boy watched all of this, too paralysed to act. The hired killers had not even glanced at him... did they even know he was there? The question was quickly answered when he felt a cold blade press up against his neck. Only then did he realise that the man known as Sekine had disappeared from the carnage before him, only to reappear behind the boy. Beads of sweat slowly trickled down from the young lad's brow, as he struggled to swallow his fear. Sekine whispered in his ear. "Watch, young one. Watch how thieves are dealt with. This is what he wanted you to be. Do you want to die like this? Like filthy vermin who exists only to rut, scavenge and be exterminated by those superior than they?" [OOC: End of Flashback] Dreggan's thoughts snapped back to reality. He looked around sharply to get his bearings, and remembered where he was. Looking at his hand, he saw that he had crushed the piece of jerky beyond recognition. Sighing deeply, he let it drop to the ground and took out another one, along with some water. His throat was parched. He took a long swig from the water skin and swallowed with great difficulty, some of the liquid trickling down his mouth. He got back up, put on his facade once again and walked towards the rest of the group, chewing his jerky nonchalantly. __________________ A plan is just a list of things that don't happen. Last edited by Bob Biter; 11-18-2003 at 07:15 PM..