RPG: Assassins & Bodyguards (Page 2 of 3)

Unfortunately, Korach wasnt able to sleep. He would lie there watching the ceiling, but sleep wouldent come. He decided to go to the training area, there were always initiates there, and the instructors welcomed help. He climed out of his bed, dressing in the usual black robes he wore. (think assasin's creed, but instead of white, black)  He walked from the room, heading towards the training area. When he got there he saw it was blade instruction. Exelent. He stepped in, looking at the beat up training dummy and taking one of the training swords. He started infront of the dummy, and spun quickly geting behind it, and embeded the blade in the wood

I arrive. The city is a ordinary city and not too big. I do what i usually do whcih is watch what my target does and what usually happens  there. It has more protect than the last one and i'll need to find a way in. The regular ways won't work. I smile. I like it challenging and this may be a good challenge.

Unfortunately i think so... I could try to RP a bodyguard as well if you wish

Korach had been helping train the initiates for hours, showing them blade techniques, and later running them through an obstacle course. He headed to the dining hall, there was a bar, and he was thirsty. He switched from german to english when he reached the bar, the order spoke english as its main language, yet the inintiates were not yet fluent. He sat down in a stool and placed some coins on the bar.

((Folowing up on last post...))

Name: Sayonus Drakeonus (brother, and twin, to Saxonus Drakeonus)
Affilation: BodyGuards
Class: Steel Defender
Rank: Defender (medium in all skills)
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Appearance: Black hair, pale skin, sharp grey eyes. Armored in tough leather armor, with fancy steel helmet, and gauntlets.
Personality: Appears cruel when doing a job, but he just does what it takes to get the job done. Appears carefree, and lighthearted...even when hacking away at an enemys entrails. Likes to make wise cracks.
Weapons: Two silver and steel shortswords, (across back) small throwing knife (at side)

Patroling at the edge of the inner walls of Noblemans Hrake Honus' (the man your going after Peter) Keep, Sayonus took in the bracing mountain air with a relaxed sigh. So far this job had been AWSOME, four meals a day, (provided by the hundreds of cooks in the noblemans house) the clean mountain air and a wonderful view. Plus enough guards at his disposal to fill all the boring, and tedeous work he and his brother usually had to carry out. But know he could relax for a bit..."SAYONUS!!" Sayonus jumped at the sound of his brothers voice.
"Your relaxing again arent you?"
"Who? me? Sayonus replied. "Noooo...I would never....Nooooo"
Saxonus stared at him unbelievingly.
"Ok, ok, ok so maybe I came up here to breath a little mountain air....maybe relax a bit, but so what?"
"You relaxed for two hours yesterday...and the day before that...and the day befor-
"Ok I get it! I'll stop!
"thank you, and just remember to try not-
"-Relax again I got"
Saxonus nodded, and then passed by Sayonus, and headed to the throne room in the Keep.

Against his better judgement, Korach had drank quite alot of beer, and now found himself quite drunk. He wandered his way back to his room. Disrobed, got into bed, and was asleep in less then ten minuets. He never usualy dreamed, and when he did they were random images flashing though his mind. Nothing like that happend this time, it was simply total darkness.

DUMHALLOW, CASTLE BIGGRAD....

A shadowy character slips through a arrow slit, and jumps down to the floor his midnight cloak flapping as he did so. The man quickly sliped by the nightwatch guards, by useing some of his Dark Art skills to create the illusion of invisibility not being there. Searching intently for an hour he finally found the hidding spot of the man he was to deliver the letter he was carrying. He slipped the letter under the door, and then dissapeared out a near by window.

The man inside awoke, (this is you peter) starteled by a passing image of a Night Demon in his dream. He looked around, and saw the letter on the floor, he got out of his bed, picked up the letter, and read it to himself:

To are agent in Dumhallow,

Greetings from the Grand Master of the Order, this message has been written to inform you of a slight change in your mission: Your original mission was took remove two noble men from office. However a new Baron of Dumhallow rose to power two days ago. You will now have to kill this man as well.

Luck on your quest,
Master Ombrim

P.S Burn this letter once you have read it

Violet had two daggers in her hands. Each had been coated with poison, a poison that Violet had grown immunity to. She waited for the moment for the carriage to stop. Then the door opened and she saw the first highwayman. He stuck his head in the carriage, his face was covered with a black bandana while he wore a dark hat to cover his hair.

Violet didn't waste her time, she lashed out at his face and sliced through the bandana and into the soft flesh of his cheek.

He cursed and snatched at her but Violet threw open the door on the opposite side of the carriage and disembarked in a less then lady fashioned way. As she expected the other highwayman was awaiting her. "Oh please don't hurt me," she said in a pleading tone.

He raised his sword, "Drop the dagger."

Violet dropped the dagger that the highwayman could see and then threw the other one at him. She scored a direct hit to his throat and he dropped like a sack of potatoes. She returned to the carriage to see the first highwayman foaming at the mouth, "Aren't you dead yet?" she asked as she kicked his dying form out of the carriage.

As expected her coachmen were dead. Violet pushed them from their seat and dragged them both into the coach. She then took up the reins and continued her journey. She'd get some weird looks but she didn't care. A lady had to do what a lady had to do.

Korach had woke up, with a pretty bad headache. He dressed and headed outside. There was a small pond nearby, filled with cold water. He held his breath and dived in, the cold water killing his headache quickly. He pulled himself from the water, and began his morning exercises.

Drayek Bloodmoon stared out over the ocean waves that rippled acros the andy shores of his temporary hideway.  he had exiled himself here after his last assignment, and was currently awaiting further instructions from the Brotherhood.  So fa they had remained silent, but as an assassin, he was used to waiting.  And wait he did.

"I'll assume you meant to miss," Violet said with a touch of amusement.

Korach shrugged, "Yes I did, milady."

Violet smiled, "Care to join me? Although you'll want to ride up front. My coachmen were killed by highwaymen."

"So what fate did you lay upon they highwaymen?" Korach asked as he placed a foot on a wooden spoked wheel.

"I decided that they no longer deserved the privilege of breathing," she told with a touch of satisfaction. "So are you coming with me to visit our lovely employer or do you plan on walking?"

Korach pulled himself up onto the driver's bench.  "I would hate to walk while you ride in on something as fancy as this."  He pulled the knife from the wood. "Good job with....uh....Baron whatshisface, er, Katlock. I hate to admit it but you beat me to him."