Fantasy elite [semi open-post in fantasy styled rp thread if you want to join]

[bladen]

Finally... The bay of chemosh was in the horizon. Bladen stood on a hill that was on the border between his home, e'Kruan forest and bay of chemosh. A warm breeze blew against him, his cape waving about behind him and his hood flapping against his face. The hot sun above caused him to sigh in discomfort, he didn't particularly like the light of day thus making him more of a night traveler. Taking of his hood relunctantly to scan his surroundings he mummbles to himself "the bay of chemosh huh... Not much to look at"

[bladen]

In terms of physical appearance bladen stood out quite a bit. He was a dark elf, his hair ash white highlighted at the tips, his left eye luminous green and had a sinister glow, his right eye was always covered by a white eyepatch that had a black cloud in the centre. His armour made him stand out even more, a white hood with black and red trimmings, a white cape that had a black cloud crest on the back which clipped onto the hood. He took pride in his appearance as should every other assassin. He slipped his hood on after a while making on last sigh before heading towards a path that lead down the hill and disappeared into a nearby forest.

[wolfbat9008]

Jarek chuckled as he just murdered his last witnesses: A young boy and his dog."I'll see you in Hell, mutt..."He said, expressing his hatred for dogs by spitting into the canine corpse's left eye."...Now then, I wonder if this kid has a coin purse..."He said, searching the boy's pockets and finding no more than a few meager gold and silver coins. Well, that and a button. But what the hell could he do with a button?

"Figures, just pocket change..."He said, frowning. But he didn't complain as he shoved it all into his pockets. Money was money. Next, the dog. Now, dogs usually didn't have much to offer, so he skinned it and decided he would pass the shaggy brown pelt as wolf fur. Now, the old grandmother who the little boy once lived with...

"Aha! A silver garnet ring! Oh ho ho! And what have we here?"He laughed, taking her purse, full of gold and silver coins. He even took her silver and sapphire necklace. This old hag was filthy rich! Jackpot!

"Now the rest..."He smiled, looking to the rest of the small area of town, which was littered with bodies. He killed about seven people, not including the dog. He looted them all, taking his time. If anyone saw him, he'd kill them too. He was a master at murder, after all. By the end, he had enough money to feed an army (or in his case, buy several kegs of beer), a few gems of sorts, and random objects that had some value. But sadly, no diamond rings or diamond necklaces, or diamond anythings for that matter. Diamond was his absolute favorite, especially what people called a blood diamond. Red diamonds were his favorite, go figure...

[bladen]

Deep in the forest bladen stopped walking. There was enough shade to atleast simulate darkness that bladen longed for so much, but this was not why he stopped... Blood, the smell of fresh blood stained the air heavily. Continuing along the pathway he eventually got to a village, bodies lay everywhere. Unsure of what was going on bladen scanned his surroundings... He heard sinister laughter and spotted what seemed to be the sole survivor. Approaching the stranger with a sinister smile of his own he waits for a confrontation.

[MKaiya]

From a distance, Emily saw the horror that fell upon the town. She didn't fire a single bolt in an attempt to continue hiding and see what the mad man was up to.

"Tch. Just another murderer. Wait--- Someone's going near him. I hope he's skilled and not die."

Continuing the watch as the horror is about to unfold on the stranger who was foolish enough to go near a stranger surrounded with the bodies of dead people

[wolfbat9008]

The dark elf didn't get far as he walked, as Jarek pulled out three knives and threw them in the direction of the stranger. He didn't even have to look to graze Bladen's shoulder. He could obviously do better in aim, so this was a warning."Come closer, and you won't get a warning this time."He chuckled, drawing more knives from seemingly nowhere."Alright then, if you won't leave, show me what you got..."He said, standing, turning, and then pulling out what could either be a short sword or a long dagger. Only time would tell as he approached the dark elf...

[bladen]

-Annoying riff raff- Were bladens thoughts as he paid no attention to the wounds. The man approached bladen, carrying what seemed to be a weapon of some sort. Before the man took another step bladen raised his left hand waving at the man signaling him to stop, he then sat down and pulled out what seemed to be a notepad, mummbling to himself as he wrote then looking up in the sky and seeing the hot blazing sun then at the man with the weapon, he sighs and looks towards the forest then at all the lifeless bodies that littered the ground. He proceeds by pulling his eye patch of his right eye... A sudden surge of power ignites within him, sand and stone seemed to lift off the ground around him, the wind itself became wild and blew vigorously, there bladen sat but taking a closer look would reveal that he seemed to be asleep.

[Gizele]

The flapping of a surprised bird’s wings and the cracking of leaves were all around him as Lynet turned in his sleep. It should be almost midday and yet the young man still slept peacefully, his thin body covered by a time-stained cloak, big enough to fit two of his size. Dreams filled his mind as his body relaxed for a few hours, if possible Lyn would have liked to stay like this for just some more minutes, or hours, however, something woke him, sounds not as pleasant as he would have liked, all of a sudden cries of pain and agony filled his mind, shouts for mercy and help, in a useless effort the young man pulled a strap of his cloak above his head as though it could keep the sounds from disturbing him. And finally he gave up.

Still drowsy from sleep, Lynet sat on the soft green grass, searching for the annoying commotion that brought his rest to an end. Above him a blue sky where a single white light shone announced another peaceful and calm day, a bit too hot for his taste though. Yet down on earth the situation was rather different, not far from that spot, in a village where only dutiful peasants lived the scenery was all horror, bodies lay rotting on the sun, crows feasting on them and fighting each other fiercely for the pieces of flesh wet in foul smelling blood. Luckily Lyn had not been among them, had it not been the bush he choose to hide in…

It was hard walking without stumbling on a poodle of blood and wet earth, it would have surely been better to have just gone away, grabbed his things and walk the opposite direction in search of another village where he could find some food and shelter and maybe even something to drink, if his coin was enough, yet he chose to walk through that field of death, something he surely would come to regret, Lyn was sure feeling his stomach turn with the smell of rotting meat and sight of the torn up bodies covered in wounds. A pair of crows took flight at his approach, shrieking as they did so, calling for unwanted attention in case any survivor had remain in this village.

They were all killed by someone, that was plain to see , who was the only unanswered question left. Soon Lynet would learn the answer, as the figures of two men were made clear in the distance.

[Eike Sky]

Sweaty tanned men huddled in the centre of the dusty pirate ship in the bay. Mumbling and counting out gold and silver coins, some holding them up in the sun to see them glint into their rough, scarred faces. Suddenly, while a coin was being thrust into the air, it froze solid, falling to the ground. Looking around dazed, the pirates wielded their weapons, expecting some ghost or ghoul. Nothing. Despite the dark figure standing stark against the pale blue sky, bow in hand, no one thought to look up. Reaching behind his back, a sliver of black slipped into the midst of the bow. The dark figure pulled back and fired. Collapsing on the floor in agony, one of the pirates let out a cry, throwing the remaining crowd into confusion. Arrows whipped through the air until the confusion and cries stopped. Stepping off the birds nest, the shadowed figure drifted gently to the ground, surveying through pin sharp eyes, bow still in hand. Touching down, the man sifted briefly through the silent bodies, picking out any stray coins. It wasn't the money he wanted, this was personal. Pulling the remaining coins from the centre of the party, the man stood to face the sun: A tall, brown haired human, a simple face with soft eyes, strong neck, all sat upon a trench coat reaching to the floor, over which a bow was slung, and sturdy boots finishing off the look. His eyes leant towards the captain's cabin, door shut and locked, unusual in this time of year, owing to the heat. Reaching out his hand towards the door, he strained his hand slightly and the lock began to freeze. Slowly the metal and wood became fragile, moisture in the air gripping to the cold metal, forming small crystals, delicate and beauteous. laying his hand to his side, the man sighed, before hopping over the fallen bodies and burying his outstretched leg into the door, he stepped inside to find a captain, strong and haughty, staring at the man down his nose. "What business do you have here?" he asked, not really requiring a response. The man, now shadowed again from the light, however, responded; "You have been on a list now for too long. You and your men. Are you aware of this?"

"What, the 'Most Wanted' list? Pah," he exhaled, "That is of no concern to me, I laugh at these would-be heroes of the policing force. My men have taken out hundreds over the years, why would today be any different?" The man let his face be shown in the light, a glint in his honest brown eyes. "I wasn't referring to any list from the forces," he reached into his jacket and pulled a small scroll, "I'm talking about this list." The man tossed the scroll to the captain's desk, pulling his bow from his body. The captain picked it up and looked it over. His face drained of blood, "You're...." but it was too late. An arrow pierced through his chest and pinned him to the wall behind him, Two more 'thwacks' pinned his shoulders in place. Shaking in fear and shock, the captain dropped the scroll and looked up, the man was standing not more than six inches from his face. "I am Eike Sky." He muttered, darkly, "and you are Captain Bombardi of the Imparti fleet of pirate ships. You commited a whole town to death, men, women and children, all but one. Me. Six ships fell by my hand, and I have been looking for you to finish my quest." He moved closer until his forehead almost touched the shaking Bombardi's forehead. "You shouldn't have come back here. You have taken enough from this region, and now," He backed off and lightened his voice and walked away from the suffering captain. "I am simply repaying the favour." Turning quickly, one more arrow silenced the shaking captain before the man walked out.

Turning towards the east, Eike stood on the edge of the ship and slipped the bow back over his coat. Breathing out, he crouched down and leapt, a small puff of dust leapt from the ground as the black dart shot into the sky. He was drifting through the blue sky when the heavy scent of blood stopped him in his tracks. Looking around, his eyes picked out a small hamlet....village at a push, the floor stained red, with two silhouettes standing in the open, a further character hiding some way from the apparent madness. Eike leant himself to the floor a little to get a better look. Seeing the two in the open armed, he lifted his bow from his torso and laid an arrow in it. Just to be sure.