Post by The Stranger on May 23, 2008 1:21:55 GMT -5
He had been sitting on the rooftop for some hours now, studying the target.
Below, a tree grew from a yard, where a dog yapped non-stop. It would be irritating to most men, though he was not bothered by the dog. It had not offended him in anyway.
Letting his surroundings soak into him, he closed his eyes and redrew the area perfectly in his mind, so it was as clear as if his eyes were open. A bird chirped down below and fluttered its wings. He saw it take off from the tree below and fly west in his minds eye.
The sun was setting and should he be here for another purpose, he would have enjoyed the beauty of the scenery. High white marble houses rose around him with large green yards surrounding them. It would be time to move now. He said, dropping from the roof, as the owner of the dog walked back into the house.
Landing on a branch of the great tree, while barely making a noise, he crouched. However, the dog heard him, and looking up, it yelped at him... only once though. Between it's eyes protruded a small blade, with a ribbon attached to it. It yelped no more.
Satisfied, he lept from the tree quickly, and gracefully, in a fluid motion. The killing was not over yet, he thought, as he reached the balcony of an adjacent house.
In the room sat an enormous man, reclined and seemingly satisfied, as he ate grapes from a bowl next to his large stuffed chair.
He looked over to see the hooded man standing on his balcony, wind blowing his deep brown cloak, as his face was a black emptiness. It ran a slight chill down the fat man's back.
"I'm glad to have some peace and quiet," the obese man said, putting down the grapes, "As promised," he said, as he threw a bag of coins towards the hooded man as they lay at his feet. The hooded man made no move to pick them up, as he stood still on the balcony.
"Are you not going to take your pay?" asked the fat man, looking to him with a stern glare, I'm fairly through with your rudeness, sellsword, and I will not tolerate it anymore. Take you pay and begone," he said, irritated. Though the man did not move, as he stood ominous on the balcony.
Face turning red, the fat man struggled himself to his feet, turning towards the hooded assassin. "Now listen he-" though he was stopped dead in mid-sentence, for a thin dagger sprouted from his neck, a trickle of blood flowing down the black metal, to the red ribbon attached to the end.
"It was I, who would not tolerate your rudeness, ser. Valar Morghulis," he replied, picking up the bag of coin, and exiting back out through the balcony, but not before taking one of the grapes.
-----
He was in a much better mood, that evening, as he strode towards the Red Keep.
Upon entering, he made for a small room, where he would discard his current attire. He had placed a large sack in the small locked room. He had acquired it from one of his previous hits, and it proved to be quite useful in location. Just inside the Red Keep and secluded behind a small alley, and out of sight from the patrolling guards, he made much use of it.
Entering the room, he adorned a Gold Cloak uniform which he used quite often, hiding his hair beneath the helmet, and adorning fake facial hair in the form of a short black beard. Contorting his face into a slanted expression, highlighting the lines of his face, and shifting his features, he was near unrecognizable, save the eyes. He would have to learn to change that one day.
Exiting the small hut, he made for one of the Gold Cloaks posts, atop the wall, in a small tower that overlooked Kings Landing.
"Aye Doln," he grumbled to one of the Gold Cloaks.
"Aye, Trent," Doln mumbled back, "Shitty night."
"They're always shitty nights," he said in a low, hoarse voice."What's bin goin' on round here?" he asked, choosing his words.
Doln moaned. He was always complaining, though he knew almost all of the going ons of the Red Keep and Kings Landing. He was always complaining with other Cloaks and people who passed through, gaining more information to complain about on the way through. "Where do I begin? This whole place is a shit hole. We had to watch the damned Throne room for hours and hours, and I just got off my shift there, to come up here. Those damn lordlings are still in there. And theres this damn dressmaker who passed through a while back, who I caught a glance of from behind. Looked promising, and I thought it was nice, until I saw it was a man. Figures I have the luck like that," he paused looking out the window somberly.
'Trent' took out a small flask, and poured two drinks, handing one to Doln, and taking one himself.
"Fucking lordlings and their fucking business. Bugger them and their fancy wines," rumbled 'Trent', taking a swig, pushing Doln to continue his lamentation.
"Who knows when they'll be out! I bet I'll have to go back and stand guard on their way out too. It would be just my luck," he moaned again.
"Nay, you deserve a break, I say. I'll take the shift for ye, I dun mind none," 'Trent' offered.
Doln brightened up a bit then, taking a drink from his cup. "Aye, thanks. You always were a good friend, Trent."
Velyn progresses from: Noteworthy -> Expert Daggers
Novice -> Apprentice Disguise
Below, a tree grew from a yard, where a dog yapped non-stop. It would be irritating to most men, though he was not bothered by the dog. It had not offended him in anyway.
Letting his surroundings soak into him, he closed his eyes and redrew the area perfectly in his mind, so it was as clear as if his eyes were open. A bird chirped down below and fluttered its wings. He saw it take off from the tree below and fly west in his minds eye.
The sun was setting and should he be here for another purpose, he would have enjoyed the beauty of the scenery. High white marble houses rose around him with large green yards surrounding them. It would be time to move now. He said, dropping from the roof, as the owner of the dog walked back into the house.
Landing on a branch of the great tree, while barely making a noise, he crouched. However, the dog heard him, and looking up, it yelped at him... only once though. Between it's eyes protruded a small blade, with a ribbon attached to it. It yelped no more.
Satisfied, he lept from the tree quickly, and gracefully, in a fluid motion. The killing was not over yet, he thought, as he reached the balcony of an adjacent house.
In the room sat an enormous man, reclined and seemingly satisfied, as he ate grapes from a bowl next to his large stuffed chair.
He looked over to see the hooded man standing on his balcony, wind blowing his deep brown cloak, as his face was a black emptiness. It ran a slight chill down the fat man's back.
"I'm glad to have some peace and quiet," the obese man said, putting down the grapes, "As promised," he said, as he threw a bag of coins towards the hooded man as they lay at his feet. The hooded man made no move to pick them up, as he stood still on the balcony.
"Are you not going to take your pay?" asked the fat man, looking to him with a stern glare, I'm fairly through with your rudeness, sellsword, and I will not tolerate it anymore. Take you pay and begone," he said, irritated. Though the man did not move, as he stood ominous on the balcony.
Face turning red, the fat man struggled himself to his feet, turning towards the hooded assassin. "Now listen he-" though he was stopped dead in mid-sentence, for a thin dagger sprouted from his neck, a trickle of blood flowing down the black metal, to the red ribbon attached to the end.
"It was I, who would not tolerate your rudeness, ser. Valar Morghulis," he replied, picking up the bag of coin, and exiting back out through the balcony, but not before taking one of the grapes.
-----
He was in a much better mood, that evening, as he strode towards the Red Keep.
Upon entering, he made for a small room, where he would discard his current attire. He had placed a large sack in the small locked room. He had acquired it from one of his previous hits, and it proved to be quite useful in location. Just inside the Red Keep and secluded behind a small alley, and out of sight from the patrolling guards, he made much use of it.
Entering the room, he adorned a Gold Cloak uniform which he used quite often, hiding his hair beneath the helmet, and adorning fake facial hair in the form of a short black beard. Contorting his face into a slanted expression, highlighting the lines of his face, and shifting his features, he was near unrecognizable, save the eyes. He would have to learn to change that one day.
Exiting the small hut, he made for one of the Gold Cloaks posts, atop the wall, in a small tower that overlooked Kings Landing.
"Aye Doln," he grumbled to one of the Gold Cloaks.
"Aye, Trent," Doln mumbled back, "Shitty night."
"They're always shitty nights," he said in a low, hoarse voice."What's bin goin' on round here?" he asked, choosing his words.
Doln moaned. He was always complaining, though he knew almost all of the going ons of the Red Keep and Kings Landing. He was always complaining with other Cloaks and people who passed through, gaining more information to complain about on the way through. "Where do I begin? This whole place is a shit hole. We had to watch the damned Throne room for hours and hours, and I just got off my shift there, to come up here. Those damn lordlings are still in there. And theres this damn dressmaker who passed through a while back, who I caught a glance of from behind. Looked promising, and I thought it was nice, until I saw it was a man. Figures I have the luck like that," he paused looking out the window somberly.
'Trent' took out a small flask, and poured two drinks, handing one to Doln, and taking one himself.
"Fucking lordlings and their fucking business. Bugger them and their fancy wines," rumbled 'Trent', taking a swig, pushing Doln to continue his lamentation.
"Who knows when they'll be out! I bet I'll have to go back and stand guard on their way out too. It would be just my luck," he moaned again.
"Nay, you deserve a break, I say. I'll take the shift for ye, I dun mind none," 'Trent' offered.
Doln brightened up a bit then, taking a drink from his cup. "Aye, thanks. You always were a good friend, Trent."
Velyn progresses from: Noteworthy -> Expert Daggers
Novice -> Apprentice Disguise
Hope you all are well and happy.