Post by The Smith on Apr 20, 2008 20:40:28 GMT -5
Brandon sat at the docks of Godsgrace watching the merchants and their crew unload the ships. Dorne was getting more trade, which was fortunate for him he supposed. Reret would get more business for the rat poison. Brandon looked at the . Well stupid of them using armour in the desert. Brandon himself wore only a light outfit, baggy white clothes and with the breeze from the sea he was actually comfortable.
He had gotten a tan from the sun which just made his looks more exotic, then from the ships he could see four pale Quartheen unboard. They flashed a few hand signals to each other and went separate ways. Despite the heat Brandon felt himself growing cold, his mother had taught them the same but Baelor and Brandon had been forbidden to use it. Brandon sighed if he called the guards the Sorrowful Men would no doubt escape. Stepping out from the shade, he made a small cut in his palm and went after one of the men.
He moved after his first target nonchalantly, moving stealthily would just make someone notice. The man seemed to stop and look at different merchant’s stands. Brandon’s hand was now smeared with blood, he stepped behind the man, patted his back and ruffled his hair. “I haven’t seen you in quite a while,” he exclaimed. The Sorrowful Man turned around annoyed and put a hand on his head only to find blood on his fingers. “I’m sorry, thought you were someone else. It’s only paint, don’t worry”. Brandon made his way out of there and merged with the crowd. He focused slightly and the man’s finger burnt just as he cleaned them on his robe. The robe and his head began to burn his scream sent the crowd into a panic as someone rushed to see what had happened and some ran away from the burning man. No one came in time to stop the fire, not that it would have been put out by normal means anyway.
The second and third found similar fates as the first, the second died as some blood in his water caused it to burn down his throat and the third died as she mysteriously couldn’t hear the crate that fell or the shouts that she should get away, no one noticed that the rope was burnt over.
The fourth one proved more elusive. Maybe the assassin had noticed his missing companions, if not it was a very lousy assassin. The harbour and rest of Godsgrace was bustling with the news of the three dead. Could the assassin know where he was and what he had done? Gripped with sudden paranoia he went into one of the alleys. He heard a creak from behind him and turned while drawing his sword in one motion, he let out a soft breath as he only saw a mangy cat. Then he heard muffled boats behind him and rolled to the right as a pair of daggers went over his head. He jumped to his feet again with his sword at the ready studying the assassin.
The assassin wielding two long daggers now that he had thrown the smaller ones, Brandon decided to put him at the defensive and charged at him, sword blazing. Daggers met sword in a series of clashes. Brandon cursed the old priest for not having thought him how to produce the bright flashes, so instead he had to resort to the screeching sounds and small flames on the blade, though it didn’t seem to hamper the assassin much. They sported only shallow wounds, Brandon more than the assassin though the assassin had gotten singed. Somehow Brandon cracked the assassins left wrist with the flat of the blade. Happy to gain the advantage at last Brandon renewed his assault.
Then suddenly he stumbled, the assassins dagger flashed and caught his left arm. Blood sprayed in the air and as the dagger reversed and would ultimately impale his throat if he didn’t do anything. He let himself fall flat on the ground, while wishing for the blood in the air to burn. A surge of power went through him and a flash of white lit up the dark alley. The assassin screamed, the flash had gone up right before his eyes and he staggered around waving his dagger at whatever sound was made. Brandon rolled away and stood up silently, and he picked up one of the daggers lying on the ground tossing it behind the assassin. As the assassin turned he hacked at the neck, the sword went through like a hot knife through butter. Brandon wiped the sword clean on the assassin’s robe, bandaged his shallow wounds and disappeared in the shadows before anyone could come and investigate.
Result:
Brandon increase sword towards master
Brandon increase mysteries of fire and sound towards master
He had gotten a tan from the sun which just made his looks more exotic, then from the ships he could see four pale Quartheen unboard. They flashed a few hand signals to each other and went separate ways. Despite the heat Brandon felt himself growing cold, his mother had taught them the same but Baelor and Brandon had been forbidden to use it. Brandon sighed if he called the guards the Sorrowful Men would no doubt escape. Stepping out from the shade, he made a small cut in his palm and went after one of the men.
He moved after his first target nonchalantly, moving stealthily would just make someone notice. The man seemed to stop and look at different merchant’s stands. Brandon’s hand was now smeared with blood, he stepped behind the man, patted his back and ruffled his hair. “I haven’t seen you in quite a while,” he exclaimed. The Sorrowful Man turned around annoyed and put a hand on his head only to find blood on his fingers. “I’m sorry, thought you were someone else. It’s only paint, don’t worry”. Brandon made his way out of there and merged with the crowd. He focused slightly and the man’s finger burnt just as he cleaned them on his robe. The robe and his head began to burn his scream sent the crowd into a panic as someone rushed to see what had happened and some ran away from the burning man. No one came in time to stop the fire, not that it would have been put out by normal means anyway.
The second and third found similar fates as the first, the second died as some blood in his water caused it to burn down his throat and the third died as she mysteriously couldn’t hear the crate that fell or the shouts that she should get away, no one noticed that the rope was burnt over.
The fourth one proved more elusive. Maybe the assassin had noticed his missing companions, if not it was a very lousy assassin. The harbour and rest of Godsgrace was bustling with the news of the three dead. Could the assassin know where he was and what he had done? Gripped with sudden paranoia he went into one of the alleys. He heard a creak from behind him and turned while drawing his sword in one motion, he let out a soft breath as he only saw a mangy cat. Then he heard muffled boats behind him and rolled to the right as a pair of daggers went over his head. He jumped to his feet again with his sword at the ready studying the assassin.
The assassin wielding two long daggers now that he had thrown the smaller ones, Brandon decided to put him at the defensive and charged at him, sword blazing. Daggers met sword in a series of clashes. Brandon cursed the old priest for not having thought him how to produce the bright flashes, so instead he had to resort to the screeching sounds and small flames on the blade, though it didn’t seem to hamper the assassin much. They sported only shallow wounds, Brandon more than the assassin though the assassin had gotten singed. Somehow Brandon cracked the assassins left wrist with the flat of the blade. Happy to gain the advantage at last Brandon renewed his assault.
Then suddenly he stumbled, the assassins dagger flashed and caught his left arm. Blood sprayed in the air and as the dagger reversed and would ultimately impale his throat if he didn’t do anything. He let himself fall flat on the ground, while wishing for the blood in the air to burn. A surge of power went through him and a flash of white lit up the dark alley. The assassin screamed, the flash had gone up right before his eyes and he staggered around waving his dagger at whatever sound was made. Brandon rolled away and stood up silently, and he picked up one of the daggers lying on the ground tossing it behind the assassin. As the assassin turned he hacked at the neck, the sword went through like a hot knife through butter. Brandon wiped the sword clean on the assassin’s robe, bandaged his shallow wounds and disappeared in the shadows before anyone could come and investigate.
Result:
Brandon increase sword towards master
Brandon increase mysteries of fire and sound towards master