Rogues Drink [Aurora]

[Erech]

Khalamir

The town of Ohanzee was a dark, shadowed and tainted one at that. The moon, only showing it's half form lay still in the dead, cloudy sky. The shadows had enveloped the town and many people lay to sleep and dream of nightmares. However, Khalamir could not sleep on such a night. His jagged, semi-translucent wings fluttered in the wind as he drifted across the cracked, cobbled streets. He soon arrived at a small shack, claiming to be a tavern. He drifted through the open doorway and took a seat in an empty corner. His body was limp and was still recovering from a recent use of his Curse of the Draining Soul. However, he did have enough energy to utilize he other spell. Retrieving his Duria Orb, he held it firmly in his hands. Grasping it tightly he flowed his energy into it constantly. The orb's jet black appearance soon began to shift. Showing an image of a sleeping man. The man was also recovering from Khalamir's curse. One of the few men that managed to escape his grasp.

Khalamir grunted as he stopped the flow of energy, the orb returned to its former dull, black image. He called to the pseudo innkeeper for a drink. How could one call this a tavern, it was no more than a shack with a few seats and a few kegs of rotting ale. After, the innkeeper quickly brought Khalamir his drink, he flipped a chipped coin to the man. He didn't have to pay for the drink, but he was in a somewhat generous mood towards the innkeeper. It was getting late now and Khalamir simply sat in the corner. He raised the mug to his small, shadowed face and took a sip from the mug. Swallowing the liquid, Khalamir relaxed into his seat. The orb of Duria lay in his cloak pocket, safe from anyones hands bar his own.

[Desperanza]

With night cloaking the town, the activity of Ohanzee was growing quiet. As people moved into their ugly homes to rest, the assassin lingered once again on the spire of the abandoned church where earlier boys had played with wooden swords and broken dreams. She had found this somewhat amusing, for while they wished to be a part of something bigger with their swords and their basic sword swipes, she had laughed for she had true skill where as their fight was a game. With a flick of her wrist she could knock them dead how? They would never know. None the less, here she hung on the broken cross of never living religion. The one day that this church had stayed open, it had remained empty. It made her think of the modest temple that had been her home for eleven years through her training with the monk but just as quickly as the thoughts began to seep in, she wiped them away. Now, as she sat, she was eyeing the night life. So far, there had been nothing of interest and the slender female stayed put. She had no kills to be made at the moment and her interest level was waning however as she sat there at the top of the church she remembered the fact that she had an item shipped here into Ohanzee, something awaiting her there in the tavern. She grinned at the thought and bent her knees to the broken top of the cross, lowering to hang backwards as she stiffened her back, held her breath and gave herself one good swing. She made one solid flip in the air and came sailing towards the ground, her hands slowly slicing the air to spread out to either side of herself to slow her descent a bit until she caught her fingers on the edge of a broken awning and finally dropped to the ground.

When she righted herself, she turned on her heel and approached the dull lit tavern, the bar for losers no doubt for only the strangest and drunkest of men typically showed up in there. It was rare the day that she had anything delivered there but the person had been from Ohanzee so there would be no way to have the item delivered to Ellsinora to the Blue Boar. Then again, it was also rare that she found a soul intelligent enough to create some sort of weapon or poison worth her time here in Murate, so she was curious as to how the item would work. As she strode forward, she felt eyes at her back, knowing that it was none other than a man in the night whom had his eyes on a prize of which he would never get his hands on and as she pushed past the door into the tavern, she paused. Casting a glance around the tavern briefly the sight was pitiful. There were a few drunk men slumped over tables or mumbling among themselves, not a sober soul in sight save for the bar keeper and what seemed to be a tiny soul in a back corner but she didn’t stop to investigate and nor did she take much notice of Khalamir at the moment as she turned to approach the bar.

The keeper eyed her as she approached and offered a toothy grin of which was indeed missing a few teeth in the end and what remained were stained and mostly rotted. She hissed and held her breath, her right hand fingering the handle of the dagger at her hip as she grit her teeth and pushed past the sight of the man, offering a curt nod as she dropped her tone, ”I am searching for Boris.” she muttered simply to the keeper who shook his head and pointed behind the bar where a small wrapped package lingered on a shelf and she expectantly held her hand out. The keeper understood and retrieved the package, dropping it into her palm before he arched an eyebrow, his meaty hand lingering over her own smaller and slender one for a brief moment but she pulled her hand away and held the package and inch from herself, offering him a piercing stare, ”Is there something else?” she inquired with a bite of warning to her tone as the keeper gave a grunt and huffed, slapping his hand against the bar as he eyed the woman expectantly, ”I get no payment for keeping your package safe?” he inquired with a growl. She gave a rather amused look and a small bit of laughter escaped past her lips, humorless laughter and this time, her hand reached upwards to her occupied left hand, her fingers drifting up her own arm to creep to her shoulder, her hand shifting one of the two emerald studded blades at her back, the sing of the steel a brief warning to the man as she dropped her hand and pulled the dagger from her right hip, flipping the dagger within the air before she caught it by the tip once again, slamming it to the bar where it jabbed into the wood and she pulled it free again, her hand lifting forward to run the tip of the blade across the back of his hand where his beefy part still laid against the bar. She tipped the blade, her movements pausing for a moment, ”Hmmm, you’re right. Payment. How about I take your hand and give you a stump in thanks?” she hissed, a wicked grin touching her fingers as her fingers clenched the handle and she lifted her hand into the air before quite suddenly slamming it back down to the bar, the tip of the blade piercing the bar once again but this time, it entered the wood between a pair of his fingers and he cried out, his eyes wide with surprise but he froze for a moment, thoroughly frightened. The glass slid from his opposite hand and shattered upon the floor while he finally retrieved his opposite hand from the bar. Blood oozed slowly from a small cut she had offered in warning at the crease of his fingers and he gingerly sucked at the crimson while she wiped the blade clean on her pants and dropped it back into its’ sheath and turned from the bar, ”Have a good night.” she purred over her shoulder, rolling her eyes as she turned her gaze back ahead of herself as she glanced down at the package in her hand now with a grin, sending a brief glance around the tavern briefly before she stepped forward, her fingers beginning to unwrap the package as she stepped through the tavern once again.

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[Erech]

Khalamir

Khalamir watched as the young woman came in, his long pale fingers teased around the top of the glass. Moving his finger in a circular motion his finger trailing on the mug's edge. He laughed as he watched the situation unfold. The innkeeper clearly didn't know what this girl was capable of. Khalamir laid down his mug and reached his hand into his pocket, running his fingers over the dull orb that lay within his cloak. He listened as the tavern came to near silence as the woman threatened the man with the looting of his hand. She was a nasty one, just what Khalamir needed. That wrecked warrior, Ahrim. He was one of few able to escape Khalamir's grasp, however he was one of the lucky ones that caught Khalamir outside his full power. Although, the Fairy Godfather wasn't devoted to revenge for nothing. He would get Ahrim, if not himself, another Murate Assassin would get to him. Not so much a strike of luck, due to Khalamirs past experiences of being in the right place at the right time, he just happened to catch Aurora. One of Magrej's personal and best assassins. She was perfect for the job.

"Young Aurora. Come sit."

Khalamir called out to her, she would know who he was, he was pretty renowned within Murate. The banished Fairy was often a topic of the tavern he now sat in. He had brought the orb to the table, rolling his fingers over the orb his other hand grasped his drink. Taking a sip he awaited Aurora to either come closer or take a seat before discussing anything else.

[Desperanza]

The assassin’s hand slid within the bag, her fingers closing around the small vials that were held there. She smiled, satisfied. At least for now. She could try them out shortly but at the moment, a voice drifted towards her and her head lifted to the sound, someone whom knew of her by name and dared to call her towards him but as she looked upon the sight of the Fairy Godfather, she inclined her head slightly, her auburn tresses falling forward over her shoulder as her emerald eyes swiveled to catch sign of the fairy, top hat and all. As she sent a glance around herself, she realized that the tavern had grown rather quiet. The bar keep had his hand wrapped within a grimy cloth and his eyes were averted when she sent a glance towards the barn of which gave a slight tug at the corners of her mouth, something like a smile. When others looked upon her, most averted their eyes rightfully with only few watching her with eager, beady eyes of which she ignored with a roll of her eyes. She let her emerald gaze settle upon the form of the tiny form perched in a chair at the back, a mug within his hand and his orb upon the table. She approached, unafraid.

She strode forward confidently and slid into a chair across the table, tucking the pouch away for now before she folded her hands over the table and arched a brow at the fairy before herself, her eyes flashing a steel grey with a glint of question as she glanced across at the fellow creature, ”Khalimir.” she inquired with a curt nod, her fingers fluttering against the wood of the table as she leaned forward against her elbows with a questioning look, ”Been some time since I have seen hide of you.” she stated, knowing that it was mostly because she had not spent much time around Murate but instead she had been traveling. Now, however, she was curious what had brought the wicked creature to inquire her to his presence.

Lowering her gaze to the orb, she thought to pick it up, to inspect it, curious as to its’ nature but soon, her gaze was wandering away again as she glanced towards the door of the tavern as it swung open and the newest strange and grimy man wandered in to the gust of a slight breeze from outside. He was unkempt, unshaved, and dirty and she turned her head away. She was not a frequent here. She hardly ever made her way to this tavern so the fact that the fairy had managed to catch her, had been lucky. None the less, he had something to say and she addressed him as she would any other for though she knew that he had some wicked weapons of his own under his belt with his own curses, what did she have to be afraid of? For she herself was also skilled, in killing. She did not bother pondering the thought of what it was that he might have to say for soon enough, she would find out now as she looked upon the fairy with an inquiring glance once again.

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[Erech]

Khalamir

The bar had turned to silence, as Khalamir had shouted the woman by her name. The fairy, small yet deadly sat opposing the assassin. He smiled at her as she spoke out about not seeing him. "The same could be said about you, Aurora. You only pop into trhe castle every once in a while and your off again."

Khalamir spoke out as his eyes wisked to meet those of the staring drunks. They soon lost interest in the conversation and continued on with their drinking. Khalamir on the other hand, had something he wanted to do and Aurora would be a great companion on his quest. His eyes then moved towards the orb he was now grasping in his hand. It seemed small to Aurora, only the size of a full grown males fist. However, the Duria Orb was much more powerful than any man's fist. He began focussing energy into the orb once again, as the dull, black shadows were cast away from it's surface and the vivid image of a man, seated upon a stack of hay was shown in the orbs reflection. Khalamir pointed to the man.

"You see this man, Aurora. Murate wants him dead, specifically. I want him dead. He is one of three people to ever escape my curse, and I want that number decreased back to only two people. You will be privately rewarded by myself for the task. From the surrounding I see through my orb, he is located just south of this bar, in a small abandoned stable. He was unable to escape Murate and now resides within the shadows. I'll come along with you to the task. If your up for it that is." Khalamir spoke his eyes fixated on the man in the orbs reflection. He was companied with two other men, but they would be easily removed from the situation.

[Desperanza]

Aurora sat patiently, gazing across the table to the small being and she considered the fact that she could quite literally nearly hold him within the palm of her hands and the thought amused her but otherwise, he was rather obviously a fairy not like others and would most likely not enjoy being held and gazed at like a toy, so she refrained, clearing her throat. The fact that the fairy was quite jazzed up and sporting an evil attitude rather smoothed the urge over and whenever she happened to spot the wicked fairy, she did hold respect for the creature despite the fact that one good shot of her poison tipped arrows would have him pinned to a tree and if she gave a nice pull she could rip the wings from his back much like a butterfly. Her eyes melted into a dark shaded obsidian at the wicked thoughts that traced her mind but when he spoke, the respect flooded back once more. They were one in the same, he killed, she killed. They were even except for the fact that the fairy used magic, not weapons to kill. At least, he used magic to weaken before he killed them. She grinned at the thought and came to gaze into the orb that he clasped within his hands.

She leaned against her elbows upon the table, leaning forward closer for a rather good look at the orb and the image that came to surface through the blackness that otherwise entertained the glass surface. The man that sat there, obviously worn down a bit and perched to relax upon a bale of hay made her tip her head back to laugh. He would be easy to kill, much like a pig as it scuttled away to avoid being butchered like it’s siblings. She grinned, her eyes swiftly leaping back to a dark, gleaming emerald. The game was on. Too bad it would not be more fun with their victim running about in a panic, sweat beading his brow and cloth shirt, fear in his eyes. She spotted the two others to either side of him and rolled her eyes, huffing. This would be all too fun.

Her veins were flooded rather swiftly, elation filling her lungs. The thrilled of the game, the adrenaline of the kill was beginning to enlighten her once more. Killing kept her alive, kept her happy. Watching the life leave another’s eyes well, that was all too fun. The opportunity practically fell right into her lap and she couldn’t help but grin at the prospect, nodding curtly as she accepted the offer without hesitation. She was already imagining ways to kill the men. As a woman, taunting them with herself was an option, but simply strutting in bold and beginning to kill was also a fair option. She would be teasing these men for nothing and there were three of them. She would need to either enter with a purpose or play her game with perfection which she could do but the killing was what she wanted and that was it. She imagined slitting throats and stripping hides, beheading with her assassin’s blades, the extensions of herself. The cutting of the tongue, the piercing of the heart. Her pupils dilated and she sighed, arching an eyebrow at the fairy as she inclined her head slightly to him, ”Do you mean to imply that it looks as if I need help?” she inquired with an arched brow as she gazed across the table to the fairy but she finally smiled once again, the edges of her curved lips lifting slowly as she gazed towards him and nodded once again finally, ”Never the less, good sir. I accept.” she replied simply as she straightened in her chair once again and stood from the table with a huff, ”When do we leave?” she inquired, her right brow arching once more as she sent the question to the fairy and waited a moment for his reply.

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