Good or Evil?

[Calus]

OOC: I have a character named Kalena, she has had a wicked passed and this has made her cynical and evil. But I would like to develop her storyline so this the purpose of the thread.

Name: Kalena Oaksong
Gender: Female
Race: Kagonesti elf
Class: Fighter
Weapons: Longbow, longsword, knives
Description: Long black hair, that seems to make her whole demeanour of sadness and yet madness that would make her do anything; her clothes are tight and the colour of deep green. If anyone was to remark on her, they would probably say that she was definitely an elf that showed evil tendancies and revenge was still in her heart. She believes that the Knights of Solamnia were the ones that led a lizard man army into her village killing all but a few (Kagonesti Revenge).

Anyone can join so have fun, and you never know there might be more than one character's past being developed here.

IC: Kalena sat in the corner of the tavern, she was in the Royal Helm, an inn in Palanthus. She had made plans on recruiting a few people to help her on her next sabotage mission. This was definitely going to cripple the knights.

[DarkMage7790]

ooc:

Name: Aly
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Class: Barmaid
Weapons: whatever she can lay her hands on at the time.
Description: Small With short brown hair. She has been a barmaid since she was 12 (she is now 18). She has been in the same place all her life and dreams of adventure. Most of the customers tease her about her desire for adventure. Who would take a barmaid with them? and what use is she to anyone besides being able to cook? She ignores these comments and just continues to dream.

ic: "What'll it be?" Aly asked as she sweapt up to a table in the corner where an elf woman sat.

[Calus]

"An ale, with a supper", said Kalena nonchantly. She didn't have time for barmaids, she was recruiting.

[Khirsah]

Name: Zaren
Age: ???
Gender: Male
Race: ???
Class: Assassin
Appearance: Zaren has snowy white hair that flows over his shoulders and down his back. His ears are slightly pointed like a half elf's. He's about 6'3" with a muscular, but not too bulky frame. He wears black studded leather armor and sturdy boots. If anyone cared to look long enough they would notice that his iris's are a fiendish red color that seems to glow slightly when he's angry. His teeth are immaculantly white and the canines are a bit to long to be human.
Personality: Despite his appearance Zaren is rather friendly and quick to laugh, but it's balanced by his horrid temper. He has a tendency to hate people for no reason other than that he just doesn't like them. In most cases he'd rather laugh with someone than kill them, but when he has a job to do he does it with ruthless efficiency and pleasure. His favorite pastime is harassing women and getting into brawls.
Weapons: Scimitar and a dagger

IC:
Zaren watched a barmaid as she passed him by and whistled, giving her bottom a quick pinch before sliding off his stool to avoid the slap that was sure to follow. He grined and winked at her as she headed back to get something for the customers. Making a quick note to harrass the fisty new girl more often, he turned his eyes to one of the maids that had been there for as long as he could remember. She was taking the order of a rather preoccupied looking elf woman.

Correction: A rather dangerous looking preoccupied elf woman. With a sly smile he got up and headed over, giving the young barmaid a wink as he passed. He pulled out a chair at the elf's table and sat himself down in it with a smile. "Hello there honey, haven't seen you around here before." He said with a grin that showed off his longer than normal canines.

[Calus]

Kalena didn't even bother to look up, there had been several men that have already tried their luck, but to no avail. Kalena instead perused a note that she got out of her pocket, and started writing comments on it.

[Dante]

OOC: mind if i join?

Name: Ortac
Sex: Male
Age: 29
Race: Human
Class: Mercenary
Weapons: a long sword, and a dagger. he doesn't usually carry a bow, for he loves close up battles and the look of his enemy when they're stabbed, but for this occasion, he decided to make a good appearance and carried the bow.
Apperance: long auburn hair that stopped short of his shoulders, a hawkish nose, and some freckles thrown here and there upon his cheeks and forehead. green-eyes. his body was well-built, strong muscular arms and tree-like legs.
Bio: Ortac has been in the mercenary buisness since he was about 16. he first traveled with his father, but soon left that group when his father was too protective when the time for battles came. now he's a wandering mercenary, never staying in one place at a time, looking for some blood, sex and booze where ever he can.

IC: Ortac has been hearing rumors that someone was looking for hiring some warriors. he didn't hear much, most of the chattering was from old-house wives, and he didn't really listen to them, thinking it was just something they could talk about. but then he heard it from one of the people he met here in Palanthas. he couldn't say no. running short on food (and money, which he needed to subdue his pleasure), he headed straight for the tavern that the hirer was at, the Royal Helm.

Ortac has been here before, but didn't really like the ale they sold here. nonetheless he stepped into the bar, pushing the door hard. the door swung and hit the tavern wall, making a big noise. everyone in the tavern turned in the their sits or where they stood to see who made such a big comotion(sp).

"good," he whispered.

he strutted into the tavern to the bar and asked for an ale, dreading the horendous taste that would inevitably come when he slipped it. the second the ale touched his tounge, he quivered. he wanted to spit it back in, but didn't do so. instead he chuged down the drink and ordered another before he slammed the glass on the bar.

[Petyr]

Name: Venir
Race: Dark Elf
Age: 231
Class: Black Robe
Description: Tall, almost 7 foot, lean, dark and clouded. Venir became a member of the black robes when he was exactly 100, and since then has learned many a dark secret. He is a stoic person most of the time, and twists his words so that they could mean many things, instead of just one. He has piercing black eyes and long, blood red hair that is braided in an intricate webbed pony tail that falls to his waist. In his dark robes, he seems a wraith-like figure, as if a damp and dreary mist surrounded him.
Equipment: No visible spell components, though he has many. Wields as weapons two scythe-like daggers that are almost a foot long each, and curve dreadfully. They are clasped unseen beneath his robes, though within easy reach of his hands.


IC: Venir sat in a shadowy corner of the tavern, unseen to most. Any who did see him quickly looked away, though, for he appeared an evil thing. For the majority of his time spent in the tavern, he had sent his mind's voice in a whisper to random people, scaring the urine out of them. Finally, a few worthy looking fellows had decided to drop in.

Venir took a special interest in one such man, a white haired, tall and dark figure. Venir knew that this man could likely see him, and could also know how to counter such an act as he was about to perform, but he had sparked the Dark Elf's interest. Sending out a tendril of eerie thought to the man, Venir 's mind spoke.

You know not who watches you in the darkest hours of the night, Blackcloak. Eyes are always searching, always calculating, Redeye. I have seen your dreams, and I am your nightmare.

Someone as dark looking as this man would, most likely, not be overly affected by the voice, but Venir wanted to learn as much about this man as he could from simple reaction.

[papytofu]

Can I join? Can I also know in what era it is? I'll use Kundar or his father according with the time. :D

[Khirsah]

Zaren was slightly disappointed but not put out by her reaction. He just continued to smile and rested his chin in his hand, peering at the note she was writing. "Really though, what brings you around here? It's no place for an ordinary elf, the other side of town is where you belong." He said in a more civil tone. One look could tell him this was no normal elf woman and he really hoped to get her to talk.

[Calus]

OOC: Papy of course me old mucker, sorry everyone the period isnear the end of WOTL forgot to write that, will also write it on the first post.

IC: Kalena noticed, well it was hard not to, the man who barged his way into the pub. He could easily join her in her quest, but he was a bit too... too open. But he could be stealthy still she thought. The man sitting in front of her was definitely a man of stealth, she could tell by his clothes. She looked at the man and at the question, "I am planning a few deeds to pay revenge of a couple of people, that is all." Just then the barmaid came back and put the drink on the table. (OOC: Sorry Darkmage 7790, I couldn't think of a more oppurtune moment to tally along on this revenge) "They are important people so I need utter secrecy and no one must know who they are."

[DarkMage7790]

Aly dropped her the drinks infront of her customers and walked back to the kitchen. Revenge? she thought, revenge on who? It took her half a second to station herself within easy hearing of the table in the corner. There was a very messy table to clean as well which helped cover what she was trying to hear.

[Dante]

Revenge? Ortac asked himself. Upon who? I must learn more. Ortac put down his fifth ale. he couldn't wait to get rid of the drink, it started to make he light-headed, but he wasn't anywhere's near drunk.

he walked to the table and looked at the figure. he couldn't see much of the hirer, except that it was a female from the conversation that he overheard earlier.

"hello," he began, "my name is Ortac and i would love to join this quest of revenge."

[papytofu]

OOC:

Thanks Calus, good to be back here! :D

Name: Milin Morgan
Race: Human
Age: 24
Class: Mercenary
Description : An handsome man, black hair to the shoulders. He's like a walking armory by the fact that he carry two axes on a belt, one bastard sword and a strap full of dagger. He keep a clean shaved beard and seems like a joyful guy... But not now...



The man rushed through the door of the inn, falling on the floor with a lot of ruckus due to all his weapons on him. He was covered of blood, an not so deep hole near the belly.

"Wine! Gimme wine! My honor for wine! Bring me ambers too!" he said looking at everybody over the place.

[DarkMage7790]

Aly almost dropped the glasses she was carrying when she saw the blood covering the man. She quickly regained her composure and, bringing wine, she went over to assist him. "Can you walk alright?" she asked in concern."I can help you to the fire if you can't."

[Dante]

Ortac turned his attention to the blood covered man, but then away and shrugged when he saw him. he didn't particulary(sp) care what, why, or will happen to the man. just as long as he got the job. but he did have to admit one thing to himself, he puts up quite an entrance.

[Calus]

The kagonesti hissed at Ortac, "Keep your voice down." She stood and walked over to the man who had burst into the room, she knelt and lifted his head slightly to face hers. "Are you hurt? Is this even your blood?"

[Dante]

Ortac watched as the elf woman-which he saw when she got up from the dark corner-and rolled his eyes. "its not like none of these people haven't seen hiring done before in their lives," he whispered to himself. he stood there waiting for the elf to come back.

[Khirsah]

OOC: sorry it took me so long to post, some things came up but here i am again!

IC: Zaren traced several symbols on the surface of the table with his claw like nail. He had just opened his mouth to ask her if she was in need of some help when some eavesdropper butted in. Before he could say anything another man burst in the front door screaming for wine.

With a low growl of frustration he watched, accidentally gouging a deep hole in the table. "Just let the fool bleed." He muttered, eyeing the bloody man with a mixture of contempt and what would appear to be hunger. Soon his eyes moved to the other man, Ortek or whatever his name was. The man looked like he would be a total liability on any mission that involved silence and shadow, but whatever, it was the lady's call. Besides, he might not even be going. He sat back to find out.

[papytofu]

Milin took the wine from Ali, thanking her greatly. He poured the bottle content on his wound. "Those pesky draconians... They spotted me, think I'm poisoned..." With his great fortitude the giant got back on his feet, just enough to fall on a chair... "I'll close the wound, give me amber, sorry to break your party huh, I pay you one ale each to compensate" The man was feeling really sorry to interupt like that and decided to try to make himself small.

[DarkMage7790]

Aly saw the man shrinking from what he said. She smiled sadly to herself. "If you come close to the fire I will be able to help you get cleaned up," she offered casting glances at the bloody man and at the dark corner where a couple pairs of eyes followed every move they made.

[Calus]

"Well back to business", said Kalena. She whispered to the two near her, Zaren and Ortac, "Meet me in the warehouse opposite in about half an hour, don't arrive together it might be suspicious."
Although she whispered it, she wasn't sure if the giant and the bar maid had heard. Kalena got up and sauntered out of the inn to await the other two (and the others) in the warehouse.

OOC: Targon you can overhear by magic if you want

[papytofu]

"Thank a lot my lady, I'm in dept with you, Name's Milin, adventurer in those times of war. Just back from Neraka." Milin moved slowly near the fire where he sat. "It's been a long time I didn't felt the warm of a fire place" he tought, rejoiced. Then, he heard the lady whispering at a table near of him. "A meeting heh? There's spies in Palanthus now?" He whispered to the barmaid.

[DarkMage7790]

"What?" Aly said guiltily, trying to conceal the fact that she had listened to most of the group's conversation already. "There are many people around here. I suppose some of them could be spies,” she said evasively as she began to clean some of the blood off him with a rag.

[Khirsah]

Zaren nodded and went back to the bar to order himself another drink. In his mind he began to go over who an elf would want dead. Too many... he thought with a small laugh. Far too many to bother guessing. His deep red eyes swept the room as he ran a clawed finger over a knife in his belt. He would just have to show up in a half hour and find out.

[papytofu]

Milin hissed in pain when Ali touched his wound. "No, no it's all right continue... So you've been here a long time? I'm from Jelek, pretty place, you must see the volcanoes there one time in your life." The barmaid seemed to be a good girl, and he was doing all to not think about the pain.

[Petyr]

In all appearance, the man called Zaren had not heard his voice, and only then did Venir realized that his own magical wards had blocked his telepathy from working; he'd mentally and without notice thrown up the wards when the dark clad, white haired man had entered, for Venir felt something odd about him.

Venir didn't bother to send another message; he listened intently to the conversation concerning "meeting at the warehouse opposite". How convenient: the elf maiden had chosen Venir's self-proclaimed home to hold a meeting. It didn't matter, as Venir's actual "room" was high in the rafters that had been boarded together on the far side of the ceiling to form a small cover, large enough though for him to perform small experiments, study, and sleep.

Venir was interested, sincerely he was; so he would listen into the conversation held their in his self-proclaimed home and deem what to do from there. Without another thought on the matter, Venir vanished from view, though none had truly seen him in the shadowy corner, and to all those who looked, it seemed that the greater shadow within that corner had left with him.

[Dante]

Ortac couldn't wait to fight. his muscles tensed whenever he thought about it, his arm shifting to his sword. he smiled, he hasn't seen action in two months, and he couldn't wait to see the face of his enemy before his sword plunged into them, ending their lives. he waited for a half-hour to end, then he would go to the warehouse. he couldn't wait.

[Khirsah]

Zaren noticed a flickering in the deep shadows of one of the corners as his eyes made their way around the room. It was as if there had been a wall there and now it was gone, the shadows vanishing though to any human there would have been no changes. A small smile came to his lips. Heard all you needed to hear, mage? he thought, bringing his glass to his lips. (ooc: he's not telepathic, just thinking)

After a time that he decided was a half hour, Zaren got up and headed for the door. He pushed it open and smirked as he looked out into the darkened streets that to him looked only slightly darker than the inside of the tavern though he knew they had to be almost pitch black. As he crossed the street he looked up and noticed that the moons were all dark except Nuitari, who shone full and bright. It sent a shiver of pleasure up his spine to know that the dark god was pleased about something that so utterly disgusted the other two gods. It had to be something big to disrupt the pattern of the moons like it did.

His smile stayed firmly in place as he pushed the door to the old werehouse open and walked in. A hand stayed on his dagger handle just in case.

[Dante]

Ortac sneaked up behind the wearhouse and peaked into it through a window in the back. it was dark and he couldn't really picture anything out besides boxes. he went to the back door and twisted the nob, it was open. he pushed the door open and it creaked. he cringed and threatened the door for it to shut up. he closed the door, surprised that it didn't creaked and walked to the middle of the warehouse (a path was set for him). he waited there till others arrived.

[Calus]

"Welcome you three", Kalena said, looking at Ortac and Zaren and then up to the rafters where Venir was. She had heard the floorboard creak when he teleported in and touched the boards. "I suspect you are all interested in what I am offering. You could have left, but as seeing as you have come, it shows that you are agreeing to the plans." She paused for a moment, to let the information sink in but also for dramatic effect. "I plan to kill as many Knights of the Rose as possible. No matter who they are or how high up they are."

OOC: Sorry for the wait guys, internet went down, even now I am at the Uni computers.

[Dante]

"killing Solamnic Knights?" Ortac asked. "sounds like fun. when do we begin?" killing Solamnic Knights was not what Ortac usually did. he never attacked a Solamnic Knight unless he had too. it was one day during his last job where he came across one and chased him down an alley. he tricked the knight, and stabbed him when he turned the corner. Ortac couldn't wait to do it again.

[Khirsah]

Zaren crossed his arms and leaned against the wall behind him. "And what do we get out of it?" He asked, more out of habit than really caring. This city was beginning to bore him and he was ready to do just about anything to get out. "I'm not the type who works for free." He finished, fixing his gaze on her.

[Calus]

OOC: You other guys can burst in if you want? or do some other sinister thing :D

IC: "What is in it for you?" repeated Kalena with a rare smile. "To wreck havoc and spread panic as the Solamnic Leaders are taken out one by one. Plus there is also the fun factor put in as well." Kalena paced the room, she was gambling a lot on these three not telling the Solmanics as soon as they leave, a gamble... a deadly gamble.

[Khirsah]

Zaren smirked. "I haven't got any interest in killing Solamnics." He said slowly, his eyes never leaving her face. Most people found it very unsettling how he never glanced away as he spoke to someone. "However...it seems like one has done somethin he shouldn't have." He rested his hand on the sword hilt. His master had ordered the death of one knight commander, why that was was of no concern. He either killed the man or took his place on the alter and Zaren had no will to die like that. "I guess i'm along for the ride." He said, standing up straight and looking to the next man in the room.

[Petyr]

Venir appeared suddenly in the midst of the group, and a shadow seemed to appear.
"It sounds like fun, but are we payed well?" Venir questioned. Personally Venir didn't care at all about the pay, for it would be fun to torture the minds of the Solamnic pretty-boys that so despised his art.

[Calus]

"It depends: One that you can keep your mouth shut, Two that you don't betray the group and Three if you are able to fight if you were actually wounded?" said Kalena matter-of-factly. This was going to be an interesting group, it might grow with new recruits or die out to betrayal and death, either way she was going to have her revenge. "Our first target is Sir Rodric Uth Cantar, leader of a small keep. I wouldn't have chosen him at all, except that he happens to be the cousin of the Lord of the Solamnics."

OOC: Erm... brain has gone, was it Gunthar at this time?

[Dante]

"money," Ortac began, "killing, adventures, killing, money, and killing. can't wait." Ortac grinned.

[Khirsah]

Zaren laughed softly. Only a fool would break those rules. He thought cynically. He tapped his claws on the pommel of his sword. "Sounds like a plan then, though it will put the Grandmaster on his guard." He grined. "It might make things more interesting with a little resistance don't you think, honey?" He said, speaking solely to the elf woman.

[Calus]

"Thankyou for saying that Zaren, because he won't be in his keep, he is travelling to a banquet here, with a company of knights surrounding him. We must do this professionally and expertly, so that the first blow is powerful and strong." Kalena said to the group, leaving a slight pause. "I plan for us to attack the Knight himself, without killing any of the knights!" Kalena again let the thought pass into their minds. "Imagine when the knights wake up in the morning and find out that Sir Rodric uth Cantar was killed during the knight, under their watchful eye." Kalena now smiled evilly rubbing her hands together.

[Dante]

"why don't we start now?" Ortac asked. "no time like the present." he started fingering the hilt of his sword. its been some time since his blade has tasted the sweet taste of blood. he combed his hair to the side, growing bored. he wanted action, not talking.

[papytofu]

In the Inn, far from the warehouse, it was night. The barmaid offered Milin a room to recover. Silently, he left the room. Leaving 3 platinum pieces on the pillow. "Sorry to leave you in the night, but this story stink. An arm on his hurt, he left the inn, walking out in the cold street. He walked to the warehouse district, he looked at all the warehouse to see by the window of one that it was lighted. He came close to the window, peeking at the events in front of him.

[Calus]

"Well lets go then everyone", said Kalena walking towards the door to the warehouse. "We haven't got far to go, and the caravan is arriving tonight." She got to the door and looked at the group, not noticing the man on the otherside of the door. "Zaren, go and scout out the area and find a suitable place where we can hide and then follow" (OOC: You can make it up Khir) "Ortac you are with me, to sort out any trouble. Everyone got that?"

[Khirsah]

Zaren grinned, showing of his white fangs, and took a bow. "As you wish." He said and then vanished right before their eyes. A few seconds later the back door silently opened and closed seeemingly of it's own accord. He quickly made it to the area and easily found the house where he would be staying. No one of his rich stature would lower themselves to sleep in an inn unless it was unavoidable. The place was crawling with Solamnics so there was no doubt that it was the right place. He crouched on a neaarby rooftop and kept an eye out for the other two.

[Calus]

"Wow that was quick", said Kalena as she pushed the door to the front slightly open. "I suppose we had better be on our way Ortac."

[Dante]

"finally," Ortac said. he loosed his sword just incase he needed it, he hoped he'll need it. he got a little rusty since his last job, and he wanted to see if he got it all together again.

[Calus]

Rodric slept peacefully, in his drunken stupor, upon his soft bed. He slept in the top room, befitting one of his rank and pompousness. Two guards stood outside his room, with no other way into the room, not even a window; while the rest of ths soldiers were in different states of drunkness, sleeping and the t-totals.
Kalena walked to the outside of the inn, she hadn't a clue where Zaren was.

[Dante]

Ortac stalked up behind Kalena. for being the big ox that he was, he was surprisingly stealthy. the excitement of a fight was already building inside of him. Ortac hinted a bit of blood-lust, but he pushed that down. he didn't want his hirer to see his berserk form unless it was needed. he waited for the command...

[Khirsah]

The stealthy assassin appeared out of the shadows near the side of the inn and motioned for them to follow. He whispered behind him, "Found something you might approve of." What he had found was a nice little window in the back that was convinently located at the end of the upstairs hall. It would make a fine entrance assuming the other two could climb up there without waking the whole world.

[Calus]

Kalena stalked around the side, following Zaren, she nodded her approval of the assassin's entrance. She climbed silently in through the window, and walked slightly across the corridor. She froze and quickly stepped back silently as she saw the feet of the two guards at the top of the stairs.

[Petyr]

Venir had his own plan sketched out in his mind perfectly. He'd mentally followed the three killers as they neared the group, and now he cast a quick portal next to him. Stepping through, Venir appeared several rooftops away from the house, and he had an excellent view of the windows on the top floor. From this point, he could see that not all the guards were drunk. Several were traversing the top corridor, marching along outside their lord's door.

Focusing his mind hard on the three, Venir picked out the one that had the most basis to be Kalena, and sent a mental image as well as a message. There are apparently more guards than originally accounted for. I could shroud them in a mental darkness, if you wished. The darkness, as implied, would be only in their minds, and you would see perfectly well. A silence spell might also be useful to place upon the guards, he suggested.

OOC: Sorry if I put more guards than you wanted. If you want it different, then I can edit.

[Calus]

OOC: It doesn't matter if you are going to do that :D

IC: Kalena told the other two of the guards, only to stop midway as she heard the magician's telepathic thoughts. She automatically searched the roads and roofs with her eyes, trying to find out where Venir was. She related it to the two, she thought that it was a good idea, except that darkness wouldn't be very good as the guards will know that something is going wrong anyway. The plan was to do it in utter secrecy so that no guards know of it happening. She asked the other two quickly if they had any suggestions.

[Khirsah]

"I could do it, but i doubt it would be as satisfying for you." Zaren said softly. His inborn powers of invisibility served him well but they were taxing on his body and he'd rather not have to do it alone anyway. Killing was so much more fun with friends.

[Dante]

"more guards," Ortac said, "all the more to kill." Ortac wanted to stick his sword into one of the guards. he could already see the faces of those that he kills.

OOC: sorry, not really creative right now and i can't use my left hand. sorry.

[Calus]

Kalena fumed, it was turning out all wrong straight from the start. Damn she thought, it would have to come down to the black mages plan. "Ok Venir, we're going with your plan. You get ready to go through the window."

[Petyr]

Venir smirked. I have no need to enter the building. And I can easily make the darkness imaginary, and the silence spell with keep all their clanging quiet until you can knock them out, or kill them. I can later bring them through a portal so there is no trace, if you wished." He prepared himself as he awaited Kalena's signal.

[Calus]

Kalena positioned herself, below the stairs, and she thought the signal for Venir Now . The spell seemed to take effect as the men stumbled around blindly, she whispered to the other two, "Quick and be silent."

[Petyr]

The instant Kalena sent the signal Venir shot his mental tendrils out and ensnared the minds of the guards. He sent visions of darkness to them, and before they could call out, sent a silence spell in the darkness' wake. He basked in their shock and anger and fright as they realized what was happening; that they couldn't talk, that they couldn't see. It was if their mouths had sealed closed. This thought led them to believing they couldn't breath, and so some of them killed themselves out of fear and shock by believing they were suffocating. In total number, the guards dropped to 4 as 2 of them slumped dead against the wall, sliding quietly to the floor.

Venir chuckled slightly from his vantage point on the roof. Move along now, kitties.

[Dante]

Ortac creeped into the inn after his hirer, Kalena. the spells seemed to be working well. they got to the door and saw two guards dead on the ground, bloody, swords in their hands. suicide. dispicable, he thought. the other two guards stood their, erect and enert. they didn't seem to be dead, but they didn't seem to be alive either.

"what should we do about those two?" Ortac whispered to Kalena.

[Khirsah]

Zaren followed silently, ready to back them up if it was needed but otherwise happy to watch the fun. His reaction to the suicidal guards was one of extreme disgust. "Feed them to the rats." He muttered under his breath in answer to Ortac's question. "That's about all they're worth."

[papytofu]

Milin was all that time following them, now he was in a empty barrel, big enough to hide Milin with all his weapons, the barrel had a strong stench, it had rotten fish in it not long ago, Milin, tought. But the stench couldn't stop Milin to look at the massacre happening just in front of him.

"Dang, those are mages... Psycho-mage, they're killing everybody 'round the place. I need to do something but what? Don't wanna be the next to die from them. Why are they attacking Solamnic knights? Servant of Takhisis?"

Slowly, without doing a noise, the mercenary removed himself from the barrel and shouted : "Guards! Guards! There's murderers here!" He wasn't really hoping for the guards to come here as they would just die without reason, but to distract the group. Then he unsheated a long sword and an axe, running in the backstreets.

[Calus]

OOC: lol Papy, I was going to write something like that myself, are you telepathic? Sorry about the wait intenet went down.

IC: Kalena moved stealthly up the stairs, her grace and ease would have impresed even an elf. She turned to the two closest to her and knocked them unconcious, followed by the others. She stood outside the door, and counted with her hands to three. On the count of three they were going to run in and kill the Solamnic. One... Two... Thr- Kalena stopped, dropped her hand and then looked out the window, as she saw a man run around the corner, shouting for the guards. Guards downstairs, that weren't drunk started to stir and shouting to find out what the problem was, Kalena ran as fast as she could. Down the flight of stairs, vaulted through the window, not even slowing down. And down several alleys away. She stopped to breath but also to check if the others would make it.

[Dante]

Ortac heard the call for guards just like Kalena. he grunted and sheathed his sword and followed suit. several alleys down he was breathing heavy. he really is out of shape.

"think we'll find him again?" Ortac asked. he wanted to get this job done, and fast.

[Khirsah]

Zaren heard the man call for guards and saw everyone take off and decided to do the same. He jumped out the window and climbed to the roof, taking the high road across the rooftops. It took him a few minutes to figure out where the others had gone but he soon poked his head over the edge and looked down at the other two. "Everyone ok?"

[papytofu]

"Think it worked!" as he saw the group leave the place. "That's perfect... Now I need to follow them. "He took a knife and awkwardly cut his beard and his hairs, he looked totally like another guy, to make his disguise even better, he left all his weapons exept his axe, he looked now like a typical muscular guy.

Then he walked to the group : " Hello there, cold night isn't it?What that boy was screaming all over the place? Screaming for guard, it don't seems like there's a problem here. Oh sorry, the name's Oton Wonlon."

"Dang, I could have choose a better name..." he tought.

[Petyr]

Venir appeared suddenly next to Zaren. He gave the bald like man a piercing stare, his deathly eyes filled with questioning suspicion at the man's comment. He seemed a bit...odd, and his comments weren't helping him. Despite this, Venir turned to Zaren.

"We should have killed him before we fled," he whispered.

[Khirsah]

Zaren kept his eyes on the man, only mildly surprised at Venir's sudden appearance. He didn't believe the new man's lie for one second but kept his mouth shut. "We wait for the woman's order. It's her revenge not ours." He could kill the man anytime he wanted but he would much rather have the woman do it. He wasn't a master assassin for nothing.

[Petyr]

Venir didn't truly care who's revenge it was. He could have, as he fled, simply entered the Lord's mind and mixed up his memories so that the man would believe he was dead, and therefore would die. That didn't work on everyone, though. Some had been masters of stronger minds, and had managed to escape the death that their false memories portraid.

After all, Venir's greatest power wasn't killing people through the mind, but making them believe what he wanted them to. He could make them see him as a Cleric of Paladine, if he so wished. Some called it wanton illusion, though it was far more complex than that.

"So be it," Venir muttered strangly.

[Khirsah]

"That man....he was in the tavern." Zaren said. The man had changed his appearance and ditched some of his weapons, but his clothes were the same. His keen ears picked up fact that the voice was the same as well. It was also the same one that called for guards, but this he continued to keep to himself.

[Petyr]

"I've noticed the similarities. But it is, as you said, Kalena's quarrel. Let her handle it." Venir turned inwards then, scanning through mind waves. "The guards at the inn are beginning to spread, scouting. The closest ones are about 5 blocks away. I would suggest the we hurry," he said down to the others.

[Dante]

Ortac looked the new man up and down. something about him lit a candle, be he didn't know which candle it was. the clothes he remembered, but the man had no beard or as many weapons. he shrugged, let Kalena decide what to do with him. now he had to worry about the guards.

"i say we kill them," Ortac suggested, "take their armor, and sneak back into the tavern and kill the man Kalena wants dead."

[papytofu]

"Don't know watcha talking about, I'm in Palathas to visit a relative, my twin. We're to go on a trip around the world, I am an explorer, guide by my free time. Those clothes are common in Neraka you know... Simple but practical. But I don't waste your time anymore, good bye folk."

And Milin started to walk away from the group...

"That was completely horrific... I've forgot my clothes,need to get away from here, I'll follow them from another place..."

[Khirsah]

Zaren jumped down in front of Milin, landing within inches of him. He smiled sweetly, too sweetly. "Why don't you stay a while and tell us about this brother of yours." His tone made it clear that it wasn't just a suggestion. His clawed fingers tapped lightly on the hilt of his swrod making a soft ringing sound in the otherwise still night. After a moment he pressed his thumb against the bloody blotch on the man's shirt, where he had seen him wounded earlier. "You'd better start telling the truth boy, or we might just give my comrad over here a chance to sink his sword into some flesh." He growled. His red eyes seemed for a second to glow in the darkness, but within a second the glow was gone.

[Dante]

while Zaren jumped infront of Milin, Ortac stalked up behind him and tapped him with the hilt of his sword. the flame on the candle suddenly grew bigger and brighter. Ortac finally remembered this man. he was in the tavern right before they left. why is he really here? he thought. Ortac tapped Milin on his back again to remind him that he was there.

[papytofu]

"Ok boys, seems like you're the serious type heh." In an heartbeat he unsheated his sword and took a defensive posture, an experimented warrior could tell it was a mix of Nerakian and Solamnian fight style.

"Just some measure of prevention, don't want to start a fight here. I'm Milin Morgan, an honorable sellsword, in those troubled time of war you guess that I've found a lot of work... And I've came to have some, shall we say preferences... Takhisis guys like you give me the creeps, and I've decided that I won't let you murder the last bastion of law in our world. That's a good introduction?"

[Dante]

Ortac snickered. "i am no Takhisis guy," he said. he unsheathed his sword and started to twirl it between his fingers. "i am a mercenary, i am hired. yes i have don't have many morals, like those Nerakian bastards, but don't let your ignorance and "quest for justice" cloud you from the truth. all of you typical "heroes" are all the same. if it's a fight that you want, then you will get it, with this sword impaled in your throat!"

[Calus]

"Calm down, Now!" said Kalena, forcing the words through her clenched teeth. She had been thinking of how to come back from the set back, she placed her hand in her pocket and felt the same soothing voice talking to her, the medallion twirling around in her hand. "We know who you are", said Kalena hurredly to Milin. "We need to get out of here, lets go back to the warehouse. And take him with us."
Kalena strode off just as she finished her hand in her pocket. She reached the warehouse before the others, as soon as she was inside she ran to a dark corner, withdrew her hand from her pocket and spoke aloud to the medallion. "I know, it didn't work... What can we do?... But I want my revenge... Fine we will come back to him later." Kalena placed her medallion in her pocket.

[papytofu]

"Revenge are for the weak that can't accept that their ego can be hurt... If they harmed you in the past, you think that by doing the same you'll be better. Answer cause I won't let you go if you are to do any harm to anybody... If you didn't want to lose anything you just had to keep it the first time, you had to be strong. Now it's to late... Revenge will not give you anything back " Milin hadn't sheated his sword back, he was clearly waiting for an answer.

[Khirsah]

Zaren rolled his eyes and motioned for Ortac to get the guy's arms. "Save your speeches, we already know all that." He smirked and continued to tap his fingers on the hilt of his sword, not really bothered by the fact that the man still had his sword out. "It may not bring the dead back, by an eye for an eye will sure make her feel better."

[Calus]

Kalena waited patiently for their companion to be brought in, she drummed her fingers on the desk to figure out what is to come.

[papytofu]

"You know I won't budge a finger 'til I've got my answer? Why do you do that ? You're juste a pathetic bunch of people with nothing to do except cry on their life. Why don't you try to keep your head up. And a bunch pathetic bunch of cowards. You saw how you were going to kill all of them? You didn't even gave them a chance to strike back, scared by them... isn't it?"

[Dante]

Ortac had enough. he sheathed his sword, and jumped on Milin. he did put up a fight, but Ortac was bigger. "mercenaries don't care what the assignment is, they just do their job, they could care less what pathetic old men think about them."

Ortac tied Milin's hands behind his back and unsheathed his sword, poking him in the back, motioning him to move forward. "move," Ortac ordered, "or i will stick you like a stuffed pig."

[papytofu]

"Ok, I admit defeat... I follow you. Beaten by a mountain of muscle, not the most prideful combat of my life." said Milin to himself. He moved as Ortac ordered him to do.

"I'll stick with them, they will regret not to have killed me.It will be easy to counter their plan... they could be good folks, just needing an exemple. " he tought.

"Hey guys, what made you be so " uhuhuh-I-want-to-kill-everybody" just by curiosity?"

[Khirsah]

Zaren sighed and turned around. He had been leading them back, just to make sure their captive didn't try to bolt. Out of one of his many knife pockets he pulled a long handkerchief. "Are you going to shut up or do i have to gag you?" He asked irritably. He waited a second then shook his head and gagged the man anyway. "You should keep your nose out of other people's business. You'll live longer." He said, turning and starting off again.

[Dante]

Ortac rolled his eyes. "you're worse than a kender," he said. he shoved him into the warehouse and pushed him in front of Kalena. "here he is," Ortac said, "what should we do with him?"

[papytofu]

"I don't care to die if it's to do what I think is the good thing to do...I don't want to live old but weak. Yes, what are you going to do with me? I sneeze when I sleep, I eat a lot and I've got the bad habit to always whistle." Said Milin with a teasing smile and he started to whistle.

[Khirsah]

OOC: how's he still talking with a gag in his mouth?

[Calus]

OOC: Damn Internet :(

IC: Kalena smiled slightly as the struggling form of Millin was brought in, she thought he heard the man mumble something but his gag got in the way of any discernable remarks. "Good", said Kalena. "We must talk about tonight, a great plan and execution everyone. I suspect that it if hadn't been for our friend here, we would have completed our mission. But we will come back to him in a bit", she said smiling slyly. "Now, our target knows of our presence, we will have to find a new target in the mean time and come back for him. Our next is the Lord and Lady Uth Franklin that live in the rich district in the city. You might know of them, by the Solamnics they are reputed to be good and kind, whereas everyone else seems them to be not so right. Nevertheless they are still powerful people that would be so nice to be removed." Kalena paced up and down, "Now to the more important issue... Millin."

[papytofu]

"Lord and Lady Uth Franklin eh, good to know.I don't like this dang gag..." And Milin started to munch the gag, hoping to tear the fabric with is teeth."

OOC: Sorry I 've forgot to write that he was speaking and whistling without caring about the gag.

[Calus]

Kalena clips Millin over the head, as he tries to bite his way through the gag. "Well what would you lot do?"

[papytofu]

Milin was tired of this little game, he decided to sit in a corner of the room and to wait for something to happen.