Post by zianorak on Mar 1, 2008 6:13:47 GMT
Aric stared at the place in which the Dark Lord had entered the king's palace. He was thinking again of the effectiveness of such a open courage among the people. Aric considered his current course. He had to visit Clanius, that much was evident. If he refused to show he was certain the angry man would send someone else to find him, someone who would lead with their sword first. How he wished that his reputation garnered more fear within his peers.
His reputation did grant him something though, it granted him a respect from many of the prowlers. That was what many of the theif guilds called their pickpockets. They knew not to try their hands at his purse. His unique hearing, something that none of the humans had, was tuned always toward his surroundings. Very few had ever been able to sneak up on him, and fewer had lived long enough to tell about it.
Aric turned and started down a side street. That was when he felt himself being followed. That was a skill that any worthy members of the many theives guilds had developed. They could tell when someone was shadowing them. Aric turned a corner, pressing himself up against the wall. A few moments later a young man peeked around the corner. Aric reached up and grabbed the man's shirt, saying in a deathly quiet voice, "You need to learn a few things."
Aric always loved showing the younger and more inexperienced street urchins that they still had a lot to learn. He knew that this young man was not dangerous, for if he was, he would have come around the corner with more courage, not so nimbly. The people who showed no fear of being discovered, no care for their saftey were the ones to watch for. He waited patiently for the young man to get his bearings, but he did bare his teeth, showing the young man that he needed to be quick.
"H-here," the man stammered as he handed a small scroll to Aric then broke away as fast as he could, almost running away. Aric opened the small scroll and frowned. It was an order from Clanius. He had not even seen the man yet and already he figured that Aric was there to work for him again. He frowned even more because the young man had not disposed of the scroll. He had brought the entire thing to Aric. The man was supposed to have read it then burned it so that no one else could read it. However, Aric started smiling with the thought of revenge.
The note told him his duty, a simple task and nothing to far out of the way. Aric changed his course and went back to the main avenue, the one that the Dark Lord had passed down not too long before. He spotted the merchant that he was meant to find. It was an old aquaintance of Aric's, but an annoying aquaintance.
Aric slipped across the street, glancing again at the castle gate and thinking of the Dark Lord. He moved into an alley just to the side of the merchants stall.
The merchant was named Levine, a fat and pompous man, one that wouldn't be sorely missed. When Aric had first come to Hope Levine had shown him around, then introduced him to Clanius and The Clan, the guild ran by Clanius. Aric did not hate this older man, but he did not care for him either. Levine moved away from his latest customer and sat down on a stool that allowed him a view of all his merchandise so that no one could steal from him easily. The man's thick cloak was tied over the back of the stool, and that was where Aric was heading for.
He slipped easily behind the cloak, sitting between it and the stool. Levine did not notice the shift in the cloak for he was too busy glaring at a man on the street. Aric climbed up on the bottom rung of the stool, making sure not to touch the man's back. The man blocked the view of the street, meaning no one could see the diminutive assassin, and the cloak blocked the view from the alley and either side.
Aric took out his dagger, pulling it out from the position across his back. He then cocked his arm back and stabbed. The dagger plunged into the man's back. The tip going straight into the man's heart. The man jumped, but after a moment, did not move again. He wrapped the dagger lightly into his own cloak. Aric slipped out of the cloak, moved back to the alley, then ran back across the street. He took a moment, using the blood from the dagger to draw his symbol on the scroll he had received earlier. His symbol was three triangularly placed dots between two curved lines.
He let the blood dry, then looked at the scroll. The scroll was signed with the bear's head. That was the personal symbol of Clanius and that of the Clan. He smiled as he wiped the dagger clean with an old rag then placed it up. He walked casually across the street to the stall of merchant Levine and laid the scoll, open and ready to be read, upon the merchants table. He then walked away.
He had left a message, one that was risky, but worthy for the cause. He had told Clanius that he was back to work for him, but he had also shown that he was not to be pushed around. Leaving that scroll there clearly implicated The Clan, and Clanius himself. He had signed the scroll in blood, meaning he had carried out the order, but he had his symbol out in the open again. The other theives guilds would know that he was back, that he was not hiding from them. Much like the Dark Lord did not hide from the people that hated him.
Aric walked away from the stall, after a quick glance at the dead merchant. The man's face was stuck in a scowl, except for the eyes. The eyes showed surprise, and what a surprise it had been. He smiled as he walked away. He thought of his meeting later with Clanius. That would be an interesting meeting. He wondered what the meeting the Dark Lord was having was like, surely it would be similar to the one that he would soon have.
The Dark Lord would be much like himself, the one that few saw, but everyone knew. King Shrenk would be like Clanius, the one that was in charge, but definitely controlled by someone else. Aric would set his rules, would tell Clanius exactly how things were going to be this time. Clanius would agree, or he would die. Aric thought that the Dark Lord would think much the same thing before visiting King Shrenk. That made his smile that much bigger, and that much brighter.
((Sorry about any mix ups with how the Dark Lord entered the chamber with the King, I got confused as to how he had arrived. I thought he had entered the castle through the front gate, but I wasn't sure so I just kinda improvised....just fix it in your minds how he did that...
))
His reputation did grant him something though, it granted him a respect from many of the prowlers. That was what many of the theif guilds called their pickpockets. They knew not to try their hands at his purse. His unique hearing, something that none of the humans had, was tuned always toward his surroundings. Very few had ever been able to sneak up on him, and fewer had lived long enough to tell about it.
Aric turned and started down a side street. That was when he felt himself being followed. That was a skill that any worthy members of the many theives guilds had developed. They could tell when someone was shadowing them. Aric turned a corner, pressing himself up against the wall. A few moments later a young man peeked around the corner. Aric reached up and grabbed the man's shirt, saying in a deathly quiet voice, "You need to learn a few things."
Aric always loved showing the younger and more inexperienced street urchins that they still had a lot to learn. He knew that this young man was not dangerous, for if he was, he would have come around the corner with more courage, not so nimbly. The people who showed no fear of being discovered, no care for their saftey were the ones to watch for. He waited patiently for the young man to get his bearings, but he did bare his teeth, showing the young man that he needed to be quick.
"H-here," the man stammered as he handed a small scroll to Aric then broke away as fast as he could, almost running away. Aric opened the small scroll and frowned. It was an order from Clanius. He had not even seen the man yet and already he figured that Aric was there to work for him again. He frowned even more because the young man had not disposed of the scroll. He had brought the entire thing to Aric. The man was supposed to have read it then burned it so that no one else could read it. However, Aric started smiling with the thought of revenge.
The note told him his duty, a simple task and nothing to far out of the way. Aric changed his course and went back to the main avenue, the one that the Dark Lord had passed down not too long before. He spotted the merchant that he was meant to find. It was an old aquaintance of Aric's, but an annoying aquaintance.
Aric slipped across the street, glancing again at the castle gate and thinking of the Dark Lord. He moved into an alley just to the side of the merchants stall.
The merchant was named Levine, a fat and pompous man, one that wouldn't be sorely missed. When Aric had first come to Hope Levine had shown him around, then introduced him to Clanius and The Clan, the guild ran by Clanius. Aric did not hate this older man, but he did not care for him either. Levine moved away from his latest customer and sat down on a stool that allowed him a view of all his merchandise so that no one could steal from him easily. The man's thick cloak was tied over the back of the stool, and that was where Aric was heading for.
He slipped easily behind the cloak, sitting between it and the stool. Levine did not notice the shift in the cloak for he was too busy glaring at a man on the street. Aric climbed up on the bottom rung of the stool, making sure not to touch the man's back. The man blocked the view of the street, meaning no one could see the diminutive assassin, and the cloak blocked the view from the alley and either side.
Aric took out his dagger, pulling it out from the position across his back. He then cocked his arm back and stabbed. The dagger plunged into the man's back. The tip going straight into the man's heart. The man jumped, but after a moment, did not move again. He wrapped the dagger lightly into his own cloak. Aric slipped out of the cloak, moved back to the alley, then ran back across the street. He took a moment, using the blood from the dagger to draw his symbol on the scroll he had received earlier. His symbol was three triangularly placed dots between two curved lines.
He let the blood dry, then looked at the scroll. The scroll was signed with the bear's head. That was the personal symbol of Clanius and that of the Clan. He smiled as he wiped the dagger clean with an old rag then placed it up. He walked casually across the street to the stall of merchant Levine and laid the scoll, open and ready to be read, upon the merchants table. He then walked away.
He had left a message, one that was risky, but worthy for the cause. He had told Clanius that he was back to work for him, but he had also shown that he was not to be pushed around. Leaving that scroll there clearly implicated The Clan, and Clanius himself. He had signed the scroll in blood, meaning he had carried out the order, but he had his symbol out in the open again. The other theives guilds would know that he was back, that he was not hiding from them. Much like the Dark Lord did not hide from the people that hated him.
Aric walked away from the stall, after a quick glance at the dead merchant. The man's face was stuck in a scowl, except for the eyes. The eyes showed surprise, and what a surprise it had been. He smiled as he walked away. He thought of his meeting later with Clanius. That would be an interesting meeting. He wondered what the meeting the Dark Lord was having was like, surely it would be similar to the one that he would soon have.
The Dark Lord would be much like himself, the one that few saw, but everyone knew. King Shrenk would be like Clanius, the one that was in charge, but definitely controlled by someone else. Aric would set his rules, would tell Clanius exactly how things were going to be this time. Clanius would agree, or he would die. Aric thought that the Dark Lord would think much the same thing before visiting King Shrenk. That made his smile that much bigger, and that much brighter.
((Sorry about any mix ups with how the Dark Lord entered the chamber with the King, I got confused as to how he had arrived. I thought he had entered the castle through the front gate, but I wasn't sure so I just kinda improvised....just fix it in your minds how he did that...
))
