Post by epelite on Feb 24, 2010 1:16:59 GMT -5
*two shadows creep past the guard near the forest of Bramble woods.. the priestess looks around to see if her companion is visible, nothing ofcours his a fine assassin.
she slowly opens the door to the Bathhouse in Greatgruant. the Adrenalin pumps in her, knowing full well what horrors await the guests here. she steps ten steps in to the room. like planed she stops and Waite's.. it only takes a moment before she can hear a snare being set. she nods, traps are ready at the door, no one will get out alive.. they turn left at the first door, and opens the door to the steam bath. a single women sits there. the priestess steps aside, time for her assassin to do his work. the priestess watches the women closely, only a glimmer is seen then a hand shoots from the darkness graping the women from the back, holds her mouth and pulling her head back, a dagger blinks in the low light and the womens throat is cut. the assassin slowly lays her down without a sound... his mad as few but he got talent the priestess thinks.. she watches as the assassin steps in to the shadows again. she turns around and slowly opens the next door, she steps in to the room, her spells keeps her from getting seen, yet another single women in the pool. the priestess sit on a chair in the room waiting for the show to begin, the sound of her sitting makes the women in the pool, stiffen she swims to the side of the pool looking around, she puts her hands on the side of the pool to pull herself up, when a thin rope appears, its wraps around the womens arms holding them up, the assassin is out on his shadow with lightning speed, he steps on her head holding her arms up and her head under water, she slowly drowns without making as much as a little splash. the priestess must do her best not to clap out loud, she gets up of her chair and heads for the next room, she looks back but the assassin is already gone, and the dead women flow in the pool. the next room houses a hin man and his wife, the priestess looks around. this looks to be the last of them, she says as she break her own spell and becomes visible. she graps the hin man from behind and forces him to his knees. the assassin holds the womens head back and cuts her throat forces the blood from her to squart in to the face of her husband, the man screams and begs for mercy. like that would help you, the priestess sayed as she puts her dagger deep in the hins back, making him gasp for air until he gives up and falls dead to the floor. The assassin rolls out a flag and drives the flag spear in to the dead hins body. the white skull in a purple sunburst. this will please our great lord, the priestess sayed, now lets get out of here. we did what we had to do here. she leaves a note on the floor next to the dead hins. she casts another spell of greater sanctuary on herself, looks around but the assassin is already gone. she moves to the door. the trap is also gone. she steps out in to the cold air of the night, she looks up, must be around midnight she thinks as she move past the guard to the bramble forest, then a noise makes her turn and face the guard, he falls to his knees holding his hands to his throat gasping for air, the blood flow over his fingers and makes sure he lands in a nice little pool of his own blood. the assassins blade flicks in the air before he vanish in the shadows again.
a good night the priestess thinks as they leaves the town, the Great Lord Cyric must be proved.*
*the note left in the bathhouse reads*
the deed is done. a follower of the whore goddess was seen in your town. the warning had bin made. now people are dead, and the blood is on your hands. more will die unless you ban the whore goddess mystra..
this is the law of the mighty Cyirc.
the notes ends with a holy symbol of cyric.
*-------------------------------------------------*
Elee Dears druid of the guardians.
Cyrika priestess of Cyric.
she slowly opens the door to the Bathhouse in Greatgruant. the Adrenalin pumps in her, knowing full well what horrors await the guests here. she steps ten steps in to the room. like planed she stops and Waite's.. it only takes a moment before she can hear a snare being set. she nods, traps are ready at the door, no one will get out alive.. they turn left at the first door, and opens the door to the steam bath. a single women sits there. the priestess steps aside, time for her assassin to do his work. the priestess watches the women closely, only a glimmer is seen then a hand shoots from the darkness graping the women from the back, holds her mouth and pulling her head back, a dagger blinks in the low light and the womens throat is cut. the assassin slowly lays her down without a sound... his mad as few but he got talent the priestess thinks.. she watches as the assassin steps in to the shadows again. she turns around and slowly opens the next door, she steps in to the room, her spells keeps her from getting seen, yet another single women in the pool. the priestess sit on a chair in the room waiting for the show to begin, the sound of her sitting makes the women in the pool, stiffen she swims to the side of the pool looking around, she puts her hands on the side of the pool to pull herself up, when a thin rope appears, its wraps around the womens arms holding them up, the assassin is out on his shadow with lightning speed, he steps on her head holding her arms up and her head under water, she slowly drowns without making as much as a little splash. the priestess must do her best not to clap out loud, she gets up of her chair and heads for the next room, she looks back but the assassin is already gone, and the dead women flow in the pool. the next room houses a hin man and his wife, the priestess looks around. this looks to be the last of them, she says as she break her own spell and becomes visible. she graps the hin man from behind and forces him to his knees. the assassin holds the womens head back and cuts her throat forces the blood from her to squart in to the face of her husband, the man screams and begs for mercy. like that would help you, the priestess sayed as she puts her dagger deep in the hins back, making him gasp for air until he gives up and falls dead to the floor. The assassin rolls out a flag and drives the flag spear in to the dead hins body. the white skull in a purple sunburst. this will please our great lord, the priestess sayed, now lets get out of here. we did what we had to do here. she leaves a note on the floor next to the dead hins. she casts another spell of greater sanctuary on herself, looks around but the assassin is already gone. she moves to the door. the trap is also gone. she steps out in to the cold air of the night, she looks up, must be around midnight she thinks as she move past the guard to the bramble forest, then a noise makes her turn and face the guard, he falls to his knees holding his hands to his throat gasping for air, the blood flow over his fingers and makes sure he lands in a nice little pool of his own blood. the assassins blade flicks in the air before he vanish in the shadows again.
a good night the priestess thinks as they leaves the town, the Great Lord Cyric must be proved.*
*the note left in the bathhouse reads*
the deed is done. a follower of the whore goddess was seen in your town. the warning had bin made. now people are dead, and the blood is on your hands. more will die unless you ban the whore goddess mystra..
this is the law of the mighty Cyirc.
the notes ends with a holy symbol of cyric.
*-------------------------------------------------*
Elee Dears druid of the guardians.
Cyrika priestess of Cyric.
