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  1. Royal Birth Day

    If a situation could be taken advantage of in any way, Jaron made it his job to find it. When a young lady left the queen's side to pick up the sphere he left on the ground, he remained calm. The weapon, after all, couldn't be traced back to him by any normal means. However, now, he was more wary of the abilities of those in the queen's employ. He sensed that she recognized the poison for what it was before she picked up the weapon; it is unusual to go poking around under discarded handkerchiefs. A woman who can detect poison. Jaron was suddenly glad that he left the vial of the stuff in the fountain from where the servants served cups of water—water that would turn to venom with a flick of a switch. A switch stitched into his left coat pocket. He couldn't help enjoying the ability of holding the lives of others in his hands. Very simply, he could take a life or spare one. If the woman carries the sphere a little closer to the queen, her life would be his to take without any bystanders getting in the way. Even an assassin can have a code of honor and his was to avoid killing onlookers wherever possible; there is a fine line between assassination and murder. But there were exceptions. There were five small controllers in his left coat pocket: three for each of the spheres and a fourth for the poison. The fourth he decided he would not use unless his options became too limited. The fifth controller, the last, he decided he would not use unless his life was in grave danger. One that he would not use unless everyone in the room had to die. When the goblin guard ran up to the woman—and with noticeable haste at that, Jaron realized he recognized the poison too. The queen has chosen wisely with her guards. He decided he should wait and see what they would do about the weapon. If they took it too close to the queen, her death would follow soon thereafter. If they threatened to destroy it or seek out the other weapons, it was their death that would follow. Very subtly, the energy around the room changed. It was the energy of the calm before the storm. Chaos was drawing nigh. Of this, Jaron was certain. High above, two great, mechanical, rapid-fire crossbows were positioned on either side of the palace: true feats of engineering. Embossed on each was a single rune. The language of the ancients could not be directly translated into the common languages of today, but if it the ancients had written in English, it would have read Blood. The other would have read Death. For these, the great beasts were yearning for. The iron bolts that they held were hungry for it. The strings that would launch them at every hint of movement whispered the names into the air. A storm of destruction waiting to be released with the flip of a single switch.
  2. OOC Queen's Party

    Jaron himself doesn't know this, but the poison was chemically created. The poison is also of an extremely fast-acting variety that would kill a person in ten seconds no matter where it hits on the body. This he does know. But Jaron also holds a vial of poison (the one mentioned in the first post) taken from a rare and poisonous flower. With one drop, the victim could feel nothing until he (or she) goes to sleep, after which they will never wake up again. But unlike the dart poison, it does have a cure, though it's impossible to tell if someone is poisoned from the outside. Would you like me to name everything he has done and set up that's not mentioned in the posts or should those remain unknown until later?
  3. Tavern of Legend OOC

    @SquirrelMonkey Would you like to make a closing post?
  4. Royal Birth Day

    Jaron had been taking his time, carefully assessing his situation. When the young ruler made her grand entrance into the ballroom, he stopped and studied her, as many around him were doing. She had, after all, shown her face for the very first time. Her ears, like those of her people, were pointed. Despite the attire of a royal, inside, she had the soul of a warrior. Faint threads of energy connected her to the magicians around the room. Jaron allowed himself a smile at this—it would allow him to tell the warriors apart from the rest more easily. What he missed, however, were the even fainter threads connecting her to every single person in her surroundings. Perhaps if they had caught his eye, he could have predicted one of the abilities that made her dangerous. She seemed amazingly calm considering her circumstances; her face betrayed no signs of unease. This was a gift that she shared with the assassin. Yet, her energy told a different story. It was tense, as if ready to pull her into action at any moment. Jaron liked to compare his assassinations with war. The room may be decorated for celebration and an evening of joy, but beneath it all was a silent battle of wits. When it happened, he realized he had just lost the first fight. Jaron had been taking his time, carefully assessing his situation. Now he regretted his lack of haste. It happened one second before he rigged the weapon. But he sensed it the second before it occurred; a growing energy in the room that caused the hairs on the back of his neck to stand up. It was an energy that he had seen time and time again, yet never lost its effect on him. It was a fiery energy: the energy of great power. That's when the explosion happened. A boom resounded throughout the room. Jaron immediately pivoted to face the source of sound just as he let go of the handkerchief. The bystanders were in shock, frozen in place. The guards came out of their confusion a little bit quicker and stepped toward the hole in the wall that the explosion had caused. The little white handkerchief fell to the ground, unimportant and inconspicuous. He reckoned that any man in the room holding a handkerchief would have dropped it at the sudden burst of noise. But unlike all the other handkerchiefs, it fell silently over a metal sphere the size of a tiny marble ball connecting to the fabric. If he had been prepared, it would have been the perfect time to fire the weapon. He missed an opportunity to take advantage of a distraction, and possibly the best distraction that would ever occur in this room at that. But he couldn't dwell on such things. When the announcement came, he feigned relief, putting on the expression for the sake of blending in with the bystanders in the Silent War. He continued on through the room, discretely leaving spheres hidden in ordinary items so that they had a line of sight to every hidden corner or shadowy nook. He dropped one to the bottom of a bowl of pastries when nobody was looking. The last he dropped in the form of a thick coat button made of gold, such as the ones that were on the clothing of nobles. But these were no ordinary items: the weapons (for weapons they were), each contained one poisoned dart that could punch through plastic and if necessary, flesh and bone. Each were controlled by three tiny remotes stitched into Jaron's coat pocket. He did not know how his client had gotten ahold of such technology but he did not seem like a supplier who provided unreliable weapons. Now he was prepared. He only needed to stay out of sight and wait.
  5. Tavern of Legend OOC

    Officially it would be the order in which we post after a set time, such as right now. That would be the posting order until someone new joins. For example, the next person who posts would be the first person in the new posting order. The person who posts after that would be after the previous one in the new posting order. This means we have one round when we can post whenever we want and that would set the floor for all the rounds after that. This would continue until everyone has posted and the order is set.
  6. Tavern of Legend: Season 2

    @Naralia @PrislyDawn @SquirrelMonkey @Dizzy00 @MrAce @Quasar Jaron smiled at Ace's hypocrisy. "Perhaps if you think ending someone's life makes a person bad, you should reconsider your profession. If you don't care if it makes you yourself bad, then you shouldn't complain if someone intends to do the same to you." Even with Kilek's vow of protection, he was wary of Ace and made sure to track his movements. Right now, the bounty hunter's energy was raging wildly, directed straight at him. It is a strange feeling being an object of hate, and although it was not new to him, he did not like it. Relax, he told himself. The wounded man is the least of your problems right now. If he tries to hurt you, you could kill him then. For now, you're allowing yourself to be distracted. He waved the waitress over and ordered another drink, ignorant of the stray thread of energy that stretched from Kilek to a nearby fly, although he wondered about his sudden alarm. When Joel sat down and introduced himself, Jaron offered a grudging smile and shook his hand. "I'm Jaron," he replied. Jaron was not one to make friends, but the few he had were often connections that would be useful in the future. He wondered at Joel's hidden secrets and what abilities he would display later on. Aura's remark about men was not unheard, although Jaron decided to ignore it. "Aura, we have to get back to your... little problem later on. Having magicians controlling your brain is not a good thing."
  7. Royal Birth Day

    In the ballroom there crowded dozens upon dozens of nobles, servants, and merchants alike. From their necks, wrists, ears, and hair there dangled elaborate jewels. Wrapped around their bodies were either the quality clothes of the upper class or the plain white of a servant. A well-trained eye would see amongst them the occasional flash of hidden steel or a gleam of armor under layers of resplendent silks. These were the queen's guardians. An even superior eye could see the concentration and calculating glances upon the faces of those plotting the positions of guards and exits. These were the queen's enemies: spies and assassins hired by foreign powers to strike or gather information in the queen's most vulnerable moment. But only an unnatural eye enhanced by magic or technology such as his own would notice the prowling wolf among them. Especially not when he looks like one of them. Everything about him was chosen to blend in with the crowd: from the expensive suit of a court fop to his blank and nonchalant expression. This, of course, was none other than the assassin Jaron. The Iron Crusader. Prior to the party, he had made sure that no weapons could be seen from any angle but obscured by the fabric he was clad in were the tools of his trade: a small switchblade, a poisoned needle, a vial of an unknown but predictably harmful substance, and strange contraptions with no immediately discernible purpose. Jaron wore special clothes commissioned to hide thin plates of high-end steel underneath should he ever need armor. He had taken the utmost care in travelling to the palace as well: walking into a public building (a library, namely) as a wary traveler and coming out a wealthy man with servants tending to him and a coach waiting outside. Now he was in the queen's palace: a shining jewel that sparkled and rose high above the rooftops of lesser buildings. Welcoming though it seemed, it was the territory of the enemy. His mission. He recalled the evening before. He was reclining in a taproom when the smoke signals came, spiraling into the air over somewhere in the city. Meet at Dashkanchay Library two hours hence, they said in a language formed by an ancient guild of assassins. Five times the message repeated. Five times Jaron studied it. The message had asked him to meet his would-be client in the library. So he did. Night found him sitting next to a man in a golden mask in comfortable leather chairs. How did you know to find me here? Jaron had asked. It's who you are. You come when called for, came the reply. I'm not talking about the library. I mean in this city. Then the man smiled—or Jaron imagined he did. I'm talking about the city as well. You came here seeking a particular thing. I can tell you it is not here. But you weren't called here because of that. You came here because of fate, if you believe in it. Jaron betrayed no interest. When he didn't respond, the stranger continued. It is fortunate that you arrived here when you did. I have a job for you and I need it to be done by tomorrow. The assassin rose, as if to leave. You should have found a way to contact me earlier. I take more than one day to prepare for my assassinations. The masked man then took out a large bag of gold and threw it on the table between them. Jaron didn't need to be a merchant to tell from the clink of coins that it was a large amount. Even so, it was no reason to put himself in danger in a mission without proper preparation. But the man wasn't done. Fortunately, I have already prepared. Now Jaron found himself in the middle of this crowded room. The noise and brightness around him made him uncomfortable but still he diligently observed the threads of energy around him, looking for the energy of warriors—warriors that may be dangerous. He wondered how the people around him could be so carefree even knowing that the queen had many enemies. There were sure to be enemy spies and perhaps others who want to kill the queen. He questioned the wisdom of attacking her at this point in time when they must have many guards ready to jump in to block any attempts on her life on her first public appearance. They would only do something so dangerous if they were ready. But so was he. Where there was conflict, there was chaos and chaos would erupt at any moment. He was just waiting for that moment to strike.
  8. Tavern of Legend OOC

    We can just add them in whichever place in the posting order they have made their first post if they want to join in this particular group.
  9. Tavern of Legend OOC

    If we do, we could make one based on the order of posts from here on.
  10. Tavern of Legend OOC

    After Arabella asked Jaron what he thought on the matter, a bounty hunter, Ace (MrAce's character), walked in and proclaimed there was a bounty on Kilek's head and he was going to claim it. It is learned that Kilek can control insects and he is an enemy with a powerful warlord. Ace proceeds to attack Kilek but falls after Jaron cuts him down while he is distracted. Jaron then cuts off his hand to teach him a lesson about the foolishness of his plans (which makes a lot of people angry at the assassin) although Ace worked some magic so that his hand grew back and will be back to full strength in a week. There's also some entrances with some new characters; both Aura and Dizzy's character, Joel, sympathize with Ace. Quasar's character, a fairy named Shay is one of the watchers. She steals a few drops of someone's mead but is not yet noticed.
  11. Tavern of Legend: Season 2

    @Naralia @PrislyDawn @SquirrelMonkey @MrAce @Dizzy00 @Quasar "I have given him a second chance," Jaron spoke quietly, looking down at the man before him. "Maybe not at killing again but the chance at life. That's more than many had ever received." A shadow was cast over his face as if he had known someone who had been cut down by their own target. "Nor did I ever place myself in the mercy of others, where they can choose to take my life so easily." At least not that I remember. "Let alone take my hand." Jaron immediately regretted this unspoken challenge as soon as the words that carried it left his lips. He kept his hands on his swords, ready to draw them should anyone try to hurt him like he did Ace. He was rather relieved when Aura put down her hand. He had been preparing to block off his mind again and lunge at her. Better paranoid than dead. When the skeletal hand appeared from the stump, Jaron studied it in a mixture of disappointment and slight fascination. A week would have to do. I will be here no longer than that. The display of magic almost caused him to miss a pinpoint of light streaking by out of the corner of his eye: the light of another soul. His eyes shifted across the floor where it might have landed to catch sight of it again but his efforts were fruitless. Jaron turned back to the group of people in front of him. When the man in the cape came across the room to hand Ace a drink, Jaron let him. So quickly I have been turned into the villain for teaching the lesson I did, mused Jaron. He suddenly realized that he had seen the man before hanging out near the group. He might already know all of them. With this in mind, Jaron walked back to the table and reclined in his wooden chair once again.
  12. Tavern of Legend OOC

    I'll leave the decision of stepping in or not to you.
  13. Tavern of Legend: Season 2

    @Naralia @PrislyDawn @SquirrelMonkey @MrAce The bounty hunter was too easy to take down while he was distracted with Kilek. Nor did Jaron didn't think him particularly smart. The man was arrogant but he hardly had the power to back his words. At least, not that Jaron had seen. He wondered what the swordsman would be like if he had his magic at hand but he wasn't too eager to find out.There is truly a distinct line between assassins and bounty hunters. Jaron himself would never try to take down a target in the middle of a group of warriors. Especially not warriors that the target was conversing with. He observed the threads of energy between Kilek and a fly flying about the room. There was another one connecting him and the cockroach crawling beneath the floorboards. Power over insects. That's a new one. The boy would be best killed in his sleep. He considered whether or not he should just let Ace go. In his trade, a single mistake meant death. Many young assassins died that way on their first mission, despite all their training, which never truly makes up for the real thing. An assassin must pay attention to the smallest detail; a single creak, a forgotten pet, a miscalculated schedule, or a disguise that was too false-looking could take a life. Ace didn't expect an attack. Ace made a mistake. Jaron stepped forward. "Before you find a room for the night, I am going to make sure you never hurt anyone ever again." There was ice in his voice. With those words, he raised his blade without warning. Then he brought it down on Ace's wrist.
  14. I've been really busy the past 24 hours. I'll get back to role-playing as soon as possible. Thank you for being patient with me!

  15. Tavern of Legend OOC

    @MrAce I would like to remain true to my character but I also don't want to kill yours. Would you mind if your character loses a hand or something (that might be replaced through technology or magic)?