Lore: Continuation of Assassination

[Eslin]

Eslin:

Briena walked through the gates of Lowight. She was in a fowl mood. She walked through the gates without getting stopped by the guards dressed in their fine uniforms. Who would think an elf could cause any harm?

She walked down the street looking for an inn that wouldn't take up too much of her money. She was in the business of earning it not throwing it away.

Lowight, being the purest city Heirot, offered a good selection of fine inns. She chose the one that cost a fair price and settled in for the night. She'd decide she was going to rest in Lowight before sailing to Ongoreth There was no way that damnable demon would ever know, and she was sick of knowing that it was his orders she was forced to follow.

She walked in to the room she’d bought. It wasn’t the best, but she didn’t pay for the best either. She striped her weapons and black cloak. She hung her cloak in the wardrobe; her weapons she kept at hand. She lay down on the slightly narrow bed, stuffed a knife under her pillow, and fell into a light aware sleep.


Zenmusah:

Vlad had gotten bored in record time with the stupid fairy. If only Tenele was there... Heh, starting to miss her, are you old bastard?, he thought to himself. He walked the night of Ighten, a habit he had gained in his many years of exhistance. And one that began to wear on his nerves.

If only he was free... That thought plopped upon his mind more times than he wanted to admit. He watched the petty villagers he was supposed to protect. Even if their blood was disgusting, he still pinned for it every now and then. Luckily for them, his thirst had been sathed.

For reasons unknown to him, he decided to enter an inn. The patrons went silent as the mad No Life King proceeded into the bar. "So, chief, any new patrons for me to... know about?" The old, fat man stopped to think for a moment. "Well, there's an elf in room 16. She didn't seem in a very good mood. Please don't upset her, I need the cash!" Vlad ignored him, and proceeded into the room.

He teleported to its inside, and examined the elf. A black cloak... By her looks, she seemed like an assassin of some sort. That and the faint sleep she was indulging in.


Eslin:

Briena felt the intrusion into her room at once. She hadn't allowed herself to sleep deeply solely for this reason. She cracked an eyelid far enough open to see a dark form peering at her from across the room.

Use to the lightlessness of the world underneath the surface, Briena was able to make out the details of the man’s face. She didn’t like what she saw there. Was everyone in the world going to try and bother her?

Acting like she was caught in some sleep fancy, she mumbled a few incomprehensible words, and slipped her hand under her pillow where it clutched her long dagger.

She checked her illusion spell; it would run out in short bit. Keeping her attention on the strange man and the room surrounding her, She lay still trying to look like she was contently asleep. She hoped this person wouldn't be seeing her for a long period of time.


Zenmusha:

Vlad sighed at the feeble attempt at a sneak attack, should he approach. Her thoughts betrayed her. Wondering where he'd heard such a stupid phrase before, he decided to start his usual lecture, that usually worked as a prelude to destruction. "An assassin using her harmless appearance to slip past the city watchmen. One skilled in stealth and deceit, not able to fight her own battles without resorting to treachery... Well, I guess that we both score low on that department."

His claws sprung out, and he walked towards her, waving his hand so that the sheets would expose her. "You have a lot of explaining to do, my dear..."


Eslin:

Briena, seeing the claws and not thinking the man too friendly, brought her leg up and kicked him as hard as she could in the chin. Damn everyone for wanted to mess with her. She then slipped off the other side of the bed unsheathing her dagger in the process, landing on the opposite side of the bed away from the man.

moved to a Journey to the Border .