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| Topic Started: May 17 2015, 03:50 PM (387 Views) | |
| esdeath | May 17 2015, 03:50 PM Post #1 |
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Las Tres Feas
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Security detail was, in all honesty, not in the slightest something she thought she would ever be enlisted into. Nor in such an.....unusual way that she was so contracted. The contractor had taken one look at her before he'd said she was hired. Upon her look of surprise he had promptly explained that 'You're wearing a mask, masked mages are scary. Scary is good." She wasn't sure she quite understood, or even agreed with the man's synopsis, but a job was a job, and she found herself standing guard in quite the large establishment. At some point in time the place could have probably been called a castle, though over the years the walls had been raised repeatedly and by now it was more like one obnoxiously wide tower. The things Nobles did with their money. But then again money was why she was there. She had been informed that, along with herself, there would be several other guards, one of which would be assigned to work with her. She was not overly concerned at that point. Whomever it was, she was sure they would conduct themselves professionally. For the time being she was more concerned about the reason for the shift in guard. Not only that but the uniform she'd been offered was....questionable. why on earth would the female uniform include a miniskirt? It made no sense for any sort of combat. Just looking at the thing made her uncomfortable and she shook her head as she tossed it onto her bunk and shook her head. At the very least she supposed, that if anyone DID try to take his Lordship Sir Belvedere Vrittani VonSviettenglesh (what a friggin mouthful) that there would be plenty of heads up. Just glancing out the window of the barracks and down to the sheer walls of the Castle she could not fathom what had happened to the previous guards. Amusingly to herself she supposed maybe they had been enjoying extracurricular activities and lost balance, falling out the window. She smiled privately to herself and simply shook her head as she leaned against the sill of the window. Her shift would be up in a little more than an hour, so she took the opportunity to relax, at least until her partner for the shift showed up. |
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| 栄 Gale | May 17 2015, 04:41 PM Post #2 |
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Assassination Extraordinaire
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The man wasn't happy - but then again, they rarely were when Gale met them due to his line of work. As a Mage by profession, Mercenary by trade, and Assassin by definition, Gale's more official clients were rarely of the happy type. There were ones that were driven halfway to the point of insanity, ones that were treading thinly on the breaking point, and ones that had fallen deep into the cavernous abyss that was madness. There were ones that exhibited a convincing calm that served only to shield the outside from a storm, ones that actively seethed with anger that was laced into each word and every action they took. And then there was Matthew Dutch Anderson. Matthew Dutch Anderson made an angry grown man seem like an upset toddler in comparison. Matthew Dutch Anderson made the walls shake with every footfall, and made the insides of your ear vibrate painfully with each shout. Matthew Dutch Anderson's face made the sun seem pale in comparison to how red it was getting. Matthew Dutch Anderson made murder seem like the most forgiving thing he could wish for. Matthew Dutch Anderson wasn't angry. Matthew Dutch Anderson was furious. It was only in-between the bouts of unrelenting rage and relenting fury that Gale could properly identify the three things he truly needed to know about this job - Name, Location, and Method. And it took him twice as long to finally wrestle the additional information out of the almost comically furious man, who had, in the scant hour that Gale was in his office for, managed to tear down the interiors of his room in a stunning display of thoroughness that even professional contractors would be hard-pressed to match. The job itself was simple and straightforward, as they always were. The requirements, however, were all but. Sir Belvedere Vrittani VonSviettenglesh, who currently resided within an older castle on the outskirts of Poinsettia had managed to offend Matthew Dutch Anderson in some way - namely by causing the death of Anderson's son, and twenty of his best men in a gruesome and intricately orchestrated accident. And as it was, the castle was a relatively tall one, with strong walls and a multitude of guards, which was very recently bolstered by a somewhat blind series of recruitment efforts. Furthermore, Matthew Dutch Anderson had requested not only that Sir Belvedere die a slow, painful death, but also that Gale videotape the entirety of his suffering, and that Gale would take Sir Belvedere's head, heart, and hand upon vanquishing the man - and that Gale was not to kill anyone that wasn't the esteemed Sir Belvedere, for reasons as vague as "It makes me feel bad." But regardless, a job was a job, and Gale's life was to accept these jobs. And so the circumstances led to Gale watching the castle in relative silence from a moderately-busy cafe on a sunny afternoon, gazing silently at the number of people entering and exiting the mighty gates in an attempt to estimate how many people currently resided within. |
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| 梟 Inara Serra | May 17 2015, 05:22 PM Post #3 |
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Honesty without tact is cruelty.
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As Aatrox marched himself down yet another wide corridor in the sprawling monstrosity some jumped up lord had the audacity to call a castle, he was wondering how he had landed himself in such a mess. Protecting said lordling, who's name rivaled A.'s own for both length and pronunciation difficulty, of all things. Sure he had been bored. Sure, he had had one too many glasses of whiskey when a recruiter came in looking for magical guards. He vaguely remembered signing his name to a piece of parchment and then being called creepy as hell. To which he replied thank you. Never let it be said he wasn't a man of his word. He could just as easily sighted the fact he was inebriated and used it as leverage to get out of this travesty of a job. But...He was as yet bored. If the man needed guards so badly as to be willing to hire in from a bar full of drunks, that meant danger was likely imminent. Or at the least imagined as such. He could work aptly with either to relieve the rather long stint of doing nothing he had been so foolish as to indulge in. He found the door at last, to what would be his bunk room. He gave a polite knock, just in case the occupant, who was to be his companion in this little mission, was busy. Though that was all. A knock and ten seconds of counting before he announced he was coming in. His own rather tall fram meant that he had to duck slightly to avoid hitting his head on the frame. Inside was a female, who's state of dress or undress is anyone's guess. He was polite enough. Always polite. His sword hung at his hip. The dark hair was even more touseled than usual from his hurrying this morning. He wore a peacoat despite the quickly warming weather. He took this off immediately and dropped the bundle of "armor" he had been given to wear. He didn't look at his companion as he did so. "Well, this is a fine mess isn't it? I do apologize. I'm Aatrox Vel'Zix Luxengaren. But you may call me A. if you so wish Madame. It is certainly a mouthful otherwise." He chuckled slighty. It wasn't an unpleasant sound. But it rang hollow a bit. Always did. The voice itself was neither too soft for hearing, nor too loud to be an annoyance. Too perfect, nearly, in its inflection. No matter what he did the man came off as not quite right, though no one ever put their finger on the how of it. The truth, of course, was always much more interesting than the mundane stories they invented. With never a by your leave he began putting on his uniform for the day. Or days perhaps. He wasn't quite sure. Nor did he care. He had nothing more pressing to do anyway. And at the least his armor was actual armor. Not the sorry excuse for it he had seen on some of the female guards on the way in. It took all of 20 minutes for him to be in his proper attire. "Ready when you are Madame." Now he did turn, crimson eyes smiling if the mouth did not quite make it. Hopefully, today would amuse. |
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| esdeath | May 17 2015, 06:56 PM Post #4 |
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After a little moment of reflection she'd eventually scoured the room and found matching trousers to the uniform. Perfect. As she slipped them on it was at that point that she heard the knock on the door. Of course at that point she had the trousers on and with her back to him, all he would see was hr middle and lower back exposed, as quite frankly, that osseous casing covered her upper body enough to protect any affronts to her modesty. Not that she had much care for that. If he wanted to stare at her bone-plated shoulder blades then that was his issue. Even so he seemed polite enough, her own voice remaining unheard as she pulled the rest of that uniform on, keeping her back to the male as finally she got the damn thing on before promptly taking one of her throwing knives and promptly slashing both sides of the skirt at the hips. With the trousers on and the now much more mobile skirt she could move however she wanted. She took one look at the spear and shield she had been provided and simply left them on the bunk, favoring her own personal weapons as she sheathed her Onyx Sparrow across her back and strapped the belt and bands for her throwing knives about her waist and wrists under the cloth of the uniform. Of course in keeping with the uniform there was nothing to cover her from her neck up, so if the male so chose to turn he would be treated to the sight of that rather unusual visage. Though she paid very little attention to such reactions. All he received from her, as nothing about his words or his mannerisms had prompted her to say anything other than. "Ready." Of course a few floors up on that massive castle, the guard was already getting into mobilizing, the Captain of the guard narrowing his eyes as he watched a recruit scurrying out of his office. Head of the Guard: Alson Urox had been under his Lordship's employment for sevral years, and seen any number of attempts at robbery and such upon the Lord. Due to a particularness for.....exotic pets, the Lord VonSviettenglesh also had a penchant for having a number of individuals from other towns and cities kidnapped and used as sources of food for them. Of course this was a very under-wraps operation, as it was only because of one pet of his in particular. One very certain animal in particular which refused to eat anything else. The man shuddered at the very thought, rubbing at his eyes as he leaned back in his chair. He had been in too deep for years now. Now? Now he was simply....waiting for retribution. Every attempt upon the Lord's life was met with death, no exceptions. And they were not quick ones either. Rumors of the Lord's cruelty and lack of mercy were like stories of the Boogeyman around these parts, and such horrors were uttered at pubs and inns that even cutthroat criminals found themselves with mercy in their hearts in the face of it. Wearily, he rose to his feet, donning his helmet, and making his way out to make his rounds. When.....when.....when oh when would someone finally show up, and release him from this hellish life? |
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| 栄 Gale | May 18 2015, 05:18 AM Post #5 |
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Assassination Extraordinaire
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"So? Got anything on them?" Gale turned his head slightly as the low voice of a grown man drifted into his ears, glancing quickly at the stocky, powerful man before turning his attention back to the castle gates. That wasn't to say that the Assassin wasn't listening to the man, however, and nor did it suggest that the Assassin chose to ignore him. Simply that not looking at the gates would prove to be much more disatrous, if at all, when compared to him not looking at the man. "He's got a lot of guards. That, or he's got people that can eat a lot. Some odd deliveries were also made earlier - didn't smell like fresh produce. Otherwise, there are two main entrances to this tower, a front and a back, back being the servants entrance. Main gate is the only way through the walls, other than going over the walls. Guard presence seems to be heavy, and alert." The man whistled in appreciation, his eyes widening with a small look of surprise and respect. Nobody had expected Sir Belvedere to be an easy mark, for not one of the three men and two women that had been recruited were amatuers by any stretch of definition. Still, a castle was one of the most complicated structures to infiltrate, if not purely because of their defensive nature, and a castle stocked to the brim with armed guards was an even harder task. "Any ideas?" "Depends on the time window." "Two days." Gale crossed out a plethora of strategies with that revelation. Two days effectively ruled out the possibility of infiltrating the castle the quiet way - be it getting hired as a guard, or being mixed up within the ranks of the maids. Intimidating the guards and constantly harrassing them to generate fear and distrust within the ranks was also a far-fetched dream now, with only a two day window. But there was still a way. There was always a way. "We go tonight then, when the newer guards are still unaccustomed to the inner workings of the castle. The others?" The man nodded. "Ready." Gale finished his drink and stood, donning his cloak and walking away from the table, his fee stacked in a little pile next to his empty drink. "We strike at sundown. Dinnertime." By nightfall, when dinnertime rolled around, six masked figures would assembly at the foot at the castle walls, and would begin their short climb in silence. Though it was a dizzying height, the walls had ample handholds for the experienced climber to utilize, and that, combined with their carefully muffled movements, allowed the six to scale the walls in silence with ease. The first of the six who reached the top of the wall was the first to move, quietly slipping past the guard as a small weasel would race along that stretch of wall, accidentally dislodging a handful of stones from the weather-worn battlements in a carefully calculated move to provide a window of opportunity. And once the six assassin would touch down quietly within the embrace of the castle walls, the weasel would disappear with a furry flash, scampering nimbly down the castle wall to rejoin his owner. |
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| 梟 Inara Serra | May 18 2015, 06:30 AM Post #6 |
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The sun was ready beginning to fade beyond the horizon as Aatrox made his way onto the battlements. While his companion was taciturn by nature it seemed, that suited him just fine. Besides it seemed they had plenty of other people to keep them company. Men and women who looked battle worn, and for the most part both unhappy and weary. Though these were replaced for the most part by people much like the two who had just joined their turn to watch. Young, fresh faced, alert. The exception was two rather elderly guards who seemed more or less asleep at their posts. Aatrox wasn't fooled by their relaxed stance, and he took the opportunity to wander just a bit further down the line and have a quick chat. The elder of the two, a grizzled gray beard with a jagged scar on his face seemed to be looking at nothing in particular. One might almost assume he was zoned out, if not for the quick and yes miniscule movements of his hands on the weapon he bore. A halberd if A. remembered rightly. The other was female, and she had a permanent scowl etched into her weathered features. There was no need to wonder if her mind was on its work. Her eyes scanned the horizon and back again more times than A. could count in a moment. "Well met." Aatrox said by way of greeting. The old woman continued to stare at the treeline. The old man gave a curt nod. A. simply stood there for a moment, watching with them. It took all of five minutes of him disrupting what seemed to be a rather orderly routine between the two for them to acknowledge his presence further. "Need something New Blood?" Aatrox nodded slightly. "How about some information. Nothing daunting mind. I like to know who it is I work for. Any interesting stories to share?" There was a momentary shift in the air. A sudden suspicious tensing. He kept his face and stance relaxed, though he painted on a proper amount of curiosity to the former. "Aye. We've plenty of stories. Just not much for scaring away the new help. You understand I'm sure." This was more than just a polite deterrent. It was, for all the shielding of it within courtesy and perfect reasoning, a no. They wouldn't share. And from a simple assessment of their faces, they couldn't what was more. "An order of silence hmm? Very peculiar indeed." Aatrox furrowed his brow, even as the man gave a slight nod and the woman gave a slight shrug. Nothing else to be done he meandered back to his initial post, watching the horizon as he did so. It was quiet. But that was to be expected wasn't it? When someone decided to take on a castle they usually did so with an army. And one bristling with guards? Even more so. He should have been thinking along different lines. But he was fast becoming bored again. The callow youths who had joined the watch with them (2 others in total) were hardly worth talking to. They were all, "duty" this and "honor" that. And here stood Aatrox, the man most likely to kill anyone that annoyed him overly much, playacting at caring enough to be a guard. He leaned against the stone wall behind him, eyes glazing over slightly. He should have brought a book, he decided. Though how he would read it after dark was anyone's guess. The dark drew on faster in these parts than he was used to. He didn't attempt more small talk with the lady who watched beside him. He had figured out quickly enough that it would be futile. But when a sudden noise sounded a few feet away, he watched quietly as all of the people on this section of the battlements scurried in that direction. He scowled again. Not a face h was accustomed to make. It sounded like the skitterinf of a squirrel. An invading force would surely make more noise than this. Of course he kept to his post, figuring 4 people (five if his comrade went) would be more than enough to deal with it. It was just shit luck that he straightened only to find himself punched in the gut and doubles over for a moment and winded. Well. Squirrel be damned. It seemed they had company of a much more important sort after all. |
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| esdeath | May 18 2015, 08:33 AM Post #7 |
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Sela was almost happy that the man had not deemed it fit to pry, instead the pair of them made their way to the battlements. Of course, it was a somewhat relative term. The Castle was practically three castles stacked atop eachother. At each of the three sections a separate set of battlements went, With each section only slightly narrower than the previous, like a very steep wedding cake. They were deployed upon the battlements at the very top of the first layer. So it was safe to say, if something came their way, it was going to hit them first. She supposed it made some sense. They were the youngest, freshest, most alert. Some were casual, but a good number were nervous and fidgety. The slightest sounds causing them to take a partner to go investigate. But there were some old-timers there as well, and it seemed that Aatrox beelined right for them. She supposed she was hardly going to blame him, he probably found the others a bit more...dull so far as he was concerned. She, on the other hand, made her way to one of the fresh recruits, offering a nod, resulting in the young man sharply saluting. A gesture she did not return as she instead watched him repeatedly glance off in the distance. "Something troubling you?" The question caught the young man by surprise, turning to stare for a moment before quickly looking away. "N-nnothing. I just... There's a roof that's got a weird tilt to it. It has two chimneys but...three shadows." He murmured as he glanced down from the wall and off into the distance. Sela followed his gaze and noticed that the house he was referring to was actually practically four hundred yards from the base of the castle. "You have sharp eyes." She noted calmly, taking a moment to see if she could see whatever it was he was talking about. "Oho Thank you! I uh...used to birdwatch a lot when I was younger. My uncle bought me a book on all sorts of wild birds so when I was outside I'd always be on the lookout for wild birds." He noted, that stammer suddenly gone as he looked out to the area around the castle, noticeably calmer with something to talk about. If only it could have lasted. Before Sela could come up with another brief reply there was a commotion on the other side of the wall, and already several others were heading to investigate. The boy gave Sela one last look and then a thumbs up before he rushed off. For a moment Sela glanced in Aatrox's direction, seeing him with the veteran guards. She surmised he would be just fine. She gave him a nod, as if to affirm that he would be fine, before heading off with the others. KliPOW! The bone-rattling crack of phosphorous igniting filled the air as the guard was hit square in the face with an impact-triggered flashbang a-la a fist. As the lacrima canister was expended and the resulting flash and loud bang caused the guard to crumple to the ground, along with three others whom were now on the ground, clutching their eyes and/or ears. A grin spread across the hooded figure's face and he reached up as that special gauntlet ejected the spent canister and he loaded in a new one, looking around through dark goggles before reaching into that hoodie and pulling aside what seemed to be noise-canceling earmuffs, that sinister smile hidden behind a dark bandana. ![]() "Funny. I thought I heard somethin....did you guys hear something?" He asked in a raspy voice, looking down to the writhing guards whom were struggling to try and get to their feet, the one he'd hit directly was bleeding from the ears. He chuckled. "Heheheheh.....I thought so." He murmured softly, slipping that muff back over his ear before he began making his way toward the door down the hallway. The Tall, broad man looked very different with his outfit on, but he was no less imposing as the smoke from that flashbang continued to rise from the knuckles of his special gauntlet. Though he went no more than a few feet before suddenly halting as a spear flew past him across his path, slamming into the wall to his left with such force that it drove several inches into the stone. The spear was flighted, just like an arrow. The man turned in time to see one very tall, skinny man with a bow that looked more like a 2/4 than a ranged weapon, a quiver full of those spear-sized arrows on his back as he made his way between the hooded man and the door. "Sir Alinar Ronsbotten. Lieutenant of his Lordship's guard, and your opponent my dear boy." The silver mustached man chuckled merrily, adjusting a monacle as he gave the man a good-natured smile. The hooded man simply shook his head slowly in response to the new individual blocking his way. Slowly reaching into his cloak, he pulled another canister from a vest that absolutely littered his chest with the things, this time picking one with a picture of a match flame on it, lifting his other hand and attaching it to a second glove. "Sorry Old Timer. I don't know what you just said, but all I can hear is 'burn baby burn'~" He snickered, wickedly. He felt pretty lucky after all. Almost none of the lacrima canisters for his Bang-Auntlets were lethal. Unlike a bunch of the other assassins, he didn't have to hold back one bit. A soft and withered chortle escaped from the Lieutenant as he reached back, notching another massive arrow to his bow and giving a nod of his head as he drew that m assive string back, the wood groaning loudly as it bent back. "Jolly Good ole chap. I fancied myself a good tanning. You'll be saving me some jewels." He noted with a nod. With a sudden start the Hooded man rushed at the guard, the old man leaping back and unleashing that enormous arrow. With a loud THAK that bow let fly and the arrow saied for the assassin, the man leaping aside as that thing tore into the floor, spraying his left side with bits of stone as he sped past that arrow and cocked back an arm, ready to hit with his right fist, the flashbang, only to find that bow wrenching upward, that thick wooden curve slamming into his elbow as he was redirected, and that lanky guard bent, sending him flying over his back in a judo throw to slam into the ground, a loud 'OOF' escaping him as he continued to roll, distancing himself from the old man as he groaned. The guard smiled, standing at attention and giving a taunting salute, until the hooded man gave him a smirk, and lifted up his left hand. The canister was missing. The Veteran went wide-eyed, looking around until he spotted the canister, splotched with some sort of tar and stuck to the side of his chestplate. There was a loud BANG as the canister went off, engulfing him in flames as that chestpiece was thrown from him, the old grizzled man slamming into the wall and patting out his shoulder, only the left side of him slightly sooty as he gave a cough and a smile. "Ohoho.... almost had me there scamp. Jolly good form. Let's go again then wot wot?" He inquired fruitlessly, but with a confident grin, one mutually shared by the assassin as he clipped another canister onto his left knuckle. "Not bad old man. Not bad." Sela had lost track of the other guards in a sudden flurry of noises. Not only from around them, but from up above as well. Whatever had gotten into the castle seemed to have gotten up to the second level as well. Several of the recruits had headed off to deal with those on the first level, whilst Sela and the boy from before headed for the nearest stairway to try and get up to the second level. However, as they entered the hallway, they suddenly came to a skidding stop as they were met with quite a scene. A grizzled Lieutenant, broken monocle at his side, was unconscious on the ground. Standing over him was one VERY unfriendly looking hooded man. A shake of his head as he turned to look at the two new arrivals, a very bored, unimpressed look on his face as he looked up to spot Sela and the boy. "First some Geezers and now a Kid and his Mommy. What a funky day to be me." he muttered, slowly shaking his head as a crumpled canister was ejected from the front of his knuckles, opening his vest to snag another one. "Let's see. Which one to take out first...." "Sir, there's intruders in the castle." The Head of the guard slowly looked up, blearily at the youngling before him that was reporting the incident. He nodded, slowly, and as he slowly got to his feet, the young man stared, unsure of what to do, before a soft chuckle escaped the old man. "Well, go join your squad. I'll be joining you all shortly." He instructed. The young man quickly nodded, saluting before he rushed off, weapon in hand. Alson simply shook his head slowly, a soft sigh escaping from him as he turned and tiredly looked up at the weapon of his mounted upon the wall. A greatsword with a brilliant red blade. A slow, weary sigh escaped him as he reached up, plucking the blade from it's spot before shouldering it, turning and making his way out of his office, walking down that hallway as noises from all over the castle floated up from the lower levels, fighting and commotion. Stopping a few doors down, he came upon a heavy metal door, tapping on it thrice, waiting for a moment, and then knocking once more before opening it, smoke curling up from the upper portion of the door as he plucked up a heavy chain collar from it's hook. "Alright old Gel. We've some intruders to sniff out." He muttered tiredly, as that Old Gel rose to her feet, shaking herself as flames rippled up from the hound's lipsand along it's shiny back, a low growl escaping her as that collar was snapped in place. She knew exactly what was going on. All she had to do was find the ones that didn't smell like uniform. Find them, and then eat them. Edited by esdeath, May 18 2015, 08:33 AM.
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| 栄 Gale | May 18 2015, 09:37 AM Post #8 |
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Assassination Extraordinaire
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As a professional Assassin, Gale thought he knew the ways of the trade inside and out by now. Having done exactly this since he was a seven-year old, and having continued on doing exactly this job for a grand total of 13 of his 20 years of existence, with the first seven years of his life being filled with related tasks and exercises, Gale was one of the most renown and successful Assassins in Fiore, and by extension, the entire continent of Earthland. Few Assassin lived as long as he did for as long as he was active, and fewer still could attest to his efficiency and success rate. Upon his unwritten resume was a long, long list of completed assignments, nearly all of them done so without so much as a hiccup for a problem, and beyond that to the untallied were untold mounds of corpses that could be attributed to the man. He had not only fought against Bosco, but had led an army. He had not only resisted the Demons, but had rallied the counterattack. He was Gale Millers, and he had thought himself well-versed in the trades of assassinations. But if the behavior of his fellows were any measure to judge them upon, he had either been wrong for the entire length of his life, or they were, quite simply and insultingly put, shit assassins. To be painfully honest in a silent way, the wind mage did understand why a distraction on the scale of explosives being utilized had it's potential in assassinating a target - a distraction would divert the majority of the troops to a single point and most likely thin out the defenses in the remaining areas. An even more successful distraction would deal a heavy blow to the ranks of the defenders, which allowed the separate division to conduct a parallel entry under the guise of chaos with even more ease, and be met with less resistance in general. But from the very start to the very end, Gale operated with a single ideal in mind, and that ideal was silence. Without alerting the guards, there would naturally be no resistance to be found, and thus the survival rates of the infiltrators would increase drastically. Thus, Gale concluded as he sped quietly along the second level of battlements, a short bow in his hand, it was most likely that his fellow Assassins had personalities either incompatible with himself, or assassinations in general. Still, incompatibility did not mean a refusal to act, for if there was anything that Gale was, it was adaptability. Skidding to a short stop on the battlements and taking a quick aim, Gale loosed too arrows rapidly, his bolts flying with a hoarse whisper through the onyx night sky to pierce through the kneecaps of two guards, both of which had the misfortune to be running towards the wind mage from a distance away. Without exception, both of them fell, their helpless bodies tumbling in the air to land, with a sickening crunch, on the grounds below. Weak moans that originated from the impact point reassured Gale that the two were still alive, and thus technically within line with the restrictions Gale had been forced upon, and the Assassin kept on moving. Vaulting off of the battlements and landing softly on the soles of his feet nearby the two fallen guards, the wind mage took his care in crushing their fingers with the soles of his armored feet, painful cries ringing out quick and high amongst the rapidly worsening din of combat and alarm. Retrieving his arrows and replacing them into his second quiver, Gale advanced forward with a careful deliberation, knowing full well that a castle driven into full alert wasn't the best building to storm into. And what with the number of people, years of improperly exterminated mold and mildew and the thick walls, Gale's senses were of less use than he would've hoped in helping the Assassin determine where the guard was thinnest. Stepping forward with a soft crunch of gravel and swaying his upper body to the right immediately afterwards, Gale avoided the first arrow with ease, turning around to return fire in a similar fashion and quickly rewarding himself with the pain cries of yet another guard, whilst no less than five more remained, their bows nocked and readied. It seemed as if that first guard had jumped the gun, due to either incompetence or nervousness. Still, the Assassin wasn't amused with the outcome - rarely was his cover ever blown so quickly into an infiltration, and rarer still was organized resistance so easily mustered and directed towards him. It was sloppy, disorganized, and slightly infuriating, he had to admit. But it was far from being over. Avoiding the arrows with a liquid grace as his feet danced a soft pattern into the gravel, Gale took down the archers in quick succession, loosing five arrows, each one of them digging deep into the dominant arms of his foes before piercing clean through the flesh and bone, trailing behind them a mixture of blood, flesh, and skin even as the pained wails of men rose to an even greater height. Paying the screams little heed, Gale turned to continue on, unhampered for the time being. |
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| 梟 Inara Serra | May 20 2015, 01:02 AM Post #9 |
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The two old guard had stayed behind with him, but there was neither sight nor sound of them as Aatrox was doubled over by the sucker punch dealt by his unnamed assailant. His reaction was just that, a reaction. Even as he saw from the corner of his eye and heard what was probably a bomb go off further down the way where the others had gone, he swept up with his left elbow sharply, smiling in satisfaction as he connected. The oof was surprisingly feminine, but he didn't give a shit. He straightened after on a moment, the armor he wore having absorbed the worst of the blow. Seemed leather was good for someghing after all. His assailant, however, wore actual armor. Or something very like it. She had been surprised by the blow, but not injured. Though she had staggered back slightly. He towered over the woman, who was hooded and cloaked. She was in the midst of drawing her weapons already when he turned to her. Two blackened stiletto blades which had been on her back. She was quick. He'd give her that. But he was slightly faster, which gave him an advantage. He punched her in the face, with all his strength. He could feel bones break under his hand, but she was equal to that it seemed. She barely flinched from the blow even as dark blood flooded down, soaking the bandana which was tied under her mouth. Dark eyes stared defiance as she whirled at him. He cursed under his breath, realizing too late just what her actual talents were. She was lithe, and quick with it, as she kicked up and out at his face, then followed this with the other foot flying up toward him. He dodged. But barely. "Goddamn Chassaonuers." The term refered to a very specific training in a variety of kick boxing, usually taught to those of smaller stature as it gave them moves against bigger opponents which exerted little to no energy. Aatrox removed his sword, Arondight, from his hip and watched the woman as he recovered himself. "We're not here for you. Just stand down dumbass." Normally he would be inclined to follow the advice. It was hissed in a soft voice which barely reached his ears. But... He had been so bored today. And someone trained in such a difficult art presented one hell of an interesting challenge. "Quite sweet of you to offer, but I'm afraid I won't be taking you up on that one." Unerringly polite as always it gave her a moment's pause. Which was stupid. He swung up and out with his sword, aiming low where she wouldn't expect it. It was his misfortune that she actually had been prepared for that. She kicked up as he went low, catching his unguarded face and hitting his temple. It stung, and anything harder would have killed him. He straightened again, and she dropped into a crouch, ready to attack again. He might have kept this fight up all night if not for the fact she was suddenly joined by two more people in hoods and cloaks. "Evening all. Such fine weather we're having isn't it?" They drew weapons too and Aatrox sighed. This little party was getting too goddamn complicated by half. "If you insist." Complicated could count as interesting. At least for now. He activated his Arcane circle spell. All he had to do was defend his position without stepping outside the circle for a few moments and they would be in for a surprise. It was just his good luck that they were wary of the light it cast. Should be simple enough, he hoped. Arcane Circle~ Duration 1/2 |
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| esdeath | May 23 2015, 01:47 AM Post #10 |
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Las Tres Feas
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With all of the success Gale was having working through the first level of guards, it wouldn't be long until he got to the entryway to the second level, a massive stair that cut diagonally straight through the entire second level and would lead all the way to the very center of the second layer of the castle. Of course, at the very top of that stair, was an obstacle. "HUHHHH!" Came the unified shout as a line of Scutum Shields slammed into the stone steps, a literal wall of thick steel protecting a line of soldiers as they began marching down the stairs. Their descent punctuated by the sharp TWAKWAK of heavy crossbows being fired. Unlike the arrows from the bows down below, these weapons, fitted to poke through a slot in the center of the shield, fired fast, powerful bolts that were a tad harder to avoid, not only that, but they were repeating crossbows, with a sliding bolt mechanism they began firing rapidly, about once every two seconds, which was immensely faster than a traditional bow. OF course, the bolts were hardly accurate, but the rain of bolts would make a very intimidating obstacle as they slowly began making their way down towards the Assassin. Behind them, a heavily armored Guard, with thick plate armor, a black mist rising up from the visor as a sword the size of Gale was hefted upon the guard's shoulders. They waited, watching the scene unfold expectantly, as if impatiently waiting for Gale to make his way up to them. Sela reeled slightly as she avoided the swing of the hooded Figure, that fist slamming into the wall behind her. The sudden assault on her hearing and sight was horrendous. Were it not for her sixth sense she would have taken the next punch straight to the face, her eyes screwed shit and her head ringing as that fist flew past her head. Immedately, a clawed hand lunged, sinking into the sleeve of that arm and digging in, claws meeting soft chain mail, preventing her from simply sinking those claws into flesh as she pushed herself forward and slammed a shoulder bodily into the man's torso, too disoriented to even hear the grunt of surprise or even see the shock on the man's face as he was knocked off balance, hitting the ground heavily as she stumbled and hit the ground as well, rolling slightly in the process of doing so. Even with her electroperception, her sense of balance was still jenked by that flashbang. As the both of them rolled to their feet, that man began to circle the freshly recruited guard, her sight slowly beginning to come back, in the meantime using her other sense to keep track of him, dodging another attempt at an attack, that swing not missing so narrowly this time, aimed at her torso, it swing off to the side, her clawed hands having hooked a pair of knives from the band on her wrist and she lunged, jabbing them at the man's chest, a soft grunt escaping him as those small blades cut through his jacket ,and she felt the soft SHNK of the knives sliding into something. One of the canisters. Immediately, fire spilled along the man's jacket, and the both of them leapt back in surprise.That coat was flung open and thrown to the ground as a small chord was yanked from the strange man, the canisters all over his chest ejecting from their spots and littering the floor. Among them was the punctured one, and it was spreading its flame all over the floor. There was a deafening bang and Selachi felt herself being thrown into a wall as her vision exploded, her head spinning as she dropped to the floor, coughing softly as she let out a groan, the entire area before her was just a mess of smoke, fire, and brightly burning beads of what looked like white fire. Coughing, she got to her feet and began looking around for the man, of course she only managed to spot one of his hands lying on the floor. Lovely. Shaking her head, she got to her feet and began heading for the stairwell. If she could make it to the next level of the castle she could probably avoid most of the fighting and recover a little. She was definitely feeling worse for wear after all of that. |
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