RPG: Assassins & Bodyguards (Page 1 of 3)

Name:Korach
Gender:Male
Age:26
Class: Assassin (Cold Steel)
Rank: Blood Bringer (if you prefer i could be a Death Note )
Weapons: five knifes, a short sword, long swords and some throwing knifes
Spell: Cloak (does exactly what you think it does)
Apearance:Short brown hair. Wears mask that covers lower face, making him practicaly faceless due to the hood. Blue eyes. Tall, muscular, and lean.

((yes you get to choose you rank))

SOMEWHERE ON THE COAST OF FRANCE.....

Korach stood in the main chamber of the Order of the Assassins, addressed by the Grand Master: "Your targets name is Horosheem Katlok. He is a Noble man, and a madman who taxes the people of his city heavily. Apparently for no reason." The Grand master paused to let his words sink in. "The people of this city have put there money together, to higher us, and I in turn have selected you Korach, to furfill this contract. Your reward will be 100 gold pieces, in exchange for the life of Horosheem Katlok. You will find Horosheem in the city of Magesti'calo, usually in his palace on the district called: Gorat. However anything more specific on his whereabouts is unknown. But be wary, Horosheem is wealthy and has put together a large amount of guards together." The Grand Master then said: "Go now, and remove this man from exsistance!"

((you can have any weapon you want, as long as you can carry it.))

Korach used the rooftops, the guards were getting more numerous, that meant either he was walking into a trap, or he was getting close. He chose to be optimistic and belive he was getting closer. He had a trick up his sleeve as well. It was three inches long, cold, and made of steel. He stopped on a roof, looking through a window into a candle lit room. There was a man in the room. It was his target. He stepped back, already calculating how fast he would need to run to make it into the room. He started to run forward, but stopped suddenly, the door had opend a servant stepped in. A woman. Katlok took her into his arms, and kissed her. "His wife wont like that." Korach mutterd to himself. He couldent kill him now, for risk of killing the servant who was now half naked. He sighed, and began to move, he needed to find a place to sleep, he would come back later.

(That isnt nessicarily your character Mel. Just want you to know)

((yes, that would be perfect))

Korach sat in the small room he had rented, juggling his throwing knives. It helped him think, and made sure his reflexes were quick. In his carrer, that was very important. He would throw them at different speeds, keeping to no actual pattern. It would be easier to kill his taret when he was outside. He didnt want to chance something like breaking through  a window anyway, they could be a trap. He wasnt the most adept when it came to magic, but he knew a fair bit about it, mainly how much bodyguards liked to use it. The window could have easily just been looking into anthor room, the room behind it empty or filled with guards, Korach had ran into that before. He moved quickly and watched as the knives embeded themselves into the floor. He was tired. He climbed into the small bed, and went to sleep

SOMEWHERE ON THE SOUTHEREN COAST OF ENGLAND....

In the large stone addressing chamber stood Aegob, sliently listening to the one of the Grand Masters agents. These agents were to be respected-and feared- by all. So Aegob stood as straight and sliently as possible, not wanting to bring unneeded wrath on his head. The Agent continued the discription of the mission: "Your goal is to weaken the area of England called Dumhallow. In order to do so you will target two noble men of several castles in the sout west part of England, that is Dumhallow. The Agent then took a bag from a chest from behind him, and begain to untie it, while he continued to talk. An informer inflitrated are ranks, and discovered are plot. Fortunately we caught the informer, before he was able to release all of his knowledge." The Agent then pulled out the head of the informer from the bag so Aegob could see. Aegob flinched from the smell of the thing. The Agent continued: "The Noble men now know we are going to strike, however you will manage....or you will die trying." The Agent smiled cruelly, and then pointed to the door. "Now go Bloodbringer, live up to your name, and bring forth blood!!"

Violet sat in her cramped quarters. The faint light of a candle burnt slowly illuminating the room with a very faint light. She lifted her petticoats to find the various bottles of poisons hidden in small pockets within separate layers. She was somewhat annoyed that an amateur poisoner was on the loose, it made it harder for Violet to perfect her art. Not that she bother poisoning food. She was much craftier than that.

Violet tended to lace her poisons on much less obvious things. One of her favourites was to dip each tip of a hair brush in her poisons, just a scrap to the scalp would result in a bizarre death. She tainted the end of men's pipes and whatever else they might put in their mouth by habit.

Subtly was Violet's way and even now she sat in wait. Her target was already dead but if she were to vanish immediately it would show her as the killer. She would leave in the morning when the dawn was just broken. Then she would find out what her next mission was.

Name: Densai Haku
Age: 23
Class: Shadow Assassin
Appearance: black robes with hood covering face in darkness, hazel eyes, lean, brown boots, brown hair
Gender: Male
Weapons: Small dagger hidden under robes, short sword on back
(Somewhere in Turkey)
Densai set off for his next mission a preist that was giving a sermon in the main square of the town sneaking past the gaurds he found his way up onto the ledge of a marketplace building looking out into the crowd he saw the preist. climbing down he pushed gently through the crowd passing the preist slightly stabbing the preist in the
back as he went by leaving in somewhat of a rush through the crowd moments later the preist noticed that he was bleeding severely after acouple people gasped in horro pointing at him seconds after this he dropped to the ground dead.

heading over to the closest port to avoid detection in case he had left any witnesses alive they would surely tell the gaurds, seeing a ferry prepping to leave, he reached his hand down ito his pockets scrambling to find money.
he pulled out his hands and saw some loose change and a couple bills jumping aboard and dropping the money into the ferryman's hand. Just barely escaping the gaurds too he'd have to practice more that was the last time he got sloppy killing he told himself.

((hey sevDelta07, you are supposed to take all Jobs from me directly. Killing random people is not supported by the Order. But ill just assume that i already gave it to you, so you dont get Assassinated  ))

A man on a horse galloped up to the gate of a castle city in the area of Dumhallow, he delivered a letter to an Order Assassina informer. The informer rushed off to give it to the man he was working with....

(Location was confirmed in the Chatroom)

Bamberg, Germany

Korach rode trough the forest, nearing the city, and, by extension the Assasin's guild. It had offices in some buildings in the city, but the entrance to the headquarters was in the woodlands nearby. He took his horse to the stables, patting the animal on the side of its face softly. He turned and left, walking into the woods. The main entrance was in the city, in the cellar of a brewry, but Korach prefered ti use the hidden etrance, in the bottom of  a rotten out oak tree. He unlocked the trapdoor and opened it, its camoflaged surface blending in perfectly.He removed his mask and hood. He stepped into the council chamber, the best place to find one of the Greater Masters. The ancient man was standing alone it seems, but Korach knew there were trained archers hidden highed in the room. He kneeled on the small stone platform before the larger one that the Assasin Lord occupied. "Lord. I have failed."

The elder assasin looked supirsed at this "What do you mean Korach?"

"Another assasin beat me there."

"And who was this?"

"Violet Heath, Lord."

"Ah, The Deadly Flower. It is of no matter, the target is dead, and she had been there for much longer then you have. I assume he died of poison?"

"Yes Lord."

The ancient assasin smiled "Exelent, she is very skilled at her art. Now, about your next assignment,"

"Lord, I would like to request a momentary leave."

The master paused. "Very well Korach. Come back when you wish. That is all."

Korach rose, and bowed, turning to leave. He stopped by the dining hall, finding an apple. He examined it, and deciding it looked good, took a bite from it. He began to head to his room, he wouldent mind some sleep.