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Medieval Assassins

-and stuff? Morana resisted the urge to cringe. She might even have slapped the girl but that, of course, would be considered treason and would lead to all sorts of unpleasantness.

"-and what would be the point of telling you that?" Morana asked, not understanding the question. This time she didn't see the point in hiding the momentary roll of her eyes, "-despite that also being quite rude."

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Not a whole lot to do in a castle? It must be nice to have nothing to do but wander all day. If she didn't receive a stipend from the Templars, she would be dancing in taverns for coins or worse, laying down for some man in a brothel. How she despised Ashley and girls like her.

"Really M'Lady," Morana replied, giving a very small curtsey despite every inkling telling her to tell the girl off, "should you be out here without guards? You could earn some ruffians a pretty penny in ransom."

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Draping some fine fabric over her forearm Morana caught sight of Ashley, Lady Ashley, daughter of the King who was a loyal Templar. She disliked the girl. She disliked pampered highborn girls that didn't have to lift a finger when it came to putting food on the table. She pretended to be admiring the quality of the weave as the violet haired lady approached.

"Hello Princess," Morana greeted her, wondering whatever the reason the daughter of the King would want to address her, "I'm surprised to see you outside of the castle."

Come to think of it, there really was no reason for Ashely to be visiting her or even talking to her. How strange- and such a thing made Morana wary..

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Hah! You can try wench! It is you whose corpse shall be secreted away in the sewers!

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Morana was moving through the marketplace, her skirts swishing about her ankles. She was contemplating the King's concerns.. The King was certain there was a double agent inside the Templars, a Hassassin spy or informant. Most of the Templars did not know. She did only because she was one of the first suspected and she'd been dragged away in chains into the dungeons and questioned extensively. Only another one of their plans failing while she was incarcerated proved her innocence. They let her go only because they knew she couldn't have informed on them.

Humming softly she continued through the market, only pretending to be shopping, as she scanned the many faces searching for suspected Hassassins.

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Aala nearly swooned at the news. Her lekku stiffened, beginning to coil up towards the base of her skull for a brief moment. Emotions were running rampant through her small frame. Why was she being summoned? Did he desire a dance? Did he desire something more, to give her to someone as a gift? She still sometimes shuddered at the thought of her first night here at Palto's palace.

Reaching down she began to pull on a netting of glimmering beads. It did little to cover her nakedness. It was nothing but a loose assemblage of shiny stones, not gems since Palto would not risk his earnings upon gemstones. She quietly rose, turning in place and slipped barefoot across the room and into the corridor, falling into step behind Tor'al.

"What does Palto wish with me?" Aala asked timidly as she followed the broad back of the Mandalorian styled armour.

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Name: Morana Hayek
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Templar/Assassin: Templar Agent
Weapons: Dagger, Poison Needle
Job: Dancer, Prostitute
Social Rank: Low Born
Family: None
Friends: Several gypsies and thieves
Crush/Realtionship: None
Other:

The Conflict: Armanian Union and Razgar's Tribes (Medieval fantasy RP)

Villith had no idea where all this talk of gods was suddenly coming from. Maybe this Draxis was a religious sort. Villeth had become a sorceress simply to avoid becoming a priestess. The mere thought of serving a nebulous entity that spoke through omens and through prophets or oracles was anathema to her. Lolth was an even more jealous goddess than most others, affording little in the way of freedom and she had thus chosen the path of sorcery. Even if the choice had cost her position in the family. Then there was his propaganda. Elves had been walking creation long before humans, deathless and immortal. Their magics were older than anything Draxis might have. Sooner or later, when the elves rallied, things were going to get- interesting.

Following behind Draxis upon his skeletal mount Villeth mounted a fallen log and came up behind him. The battering ram, held aloft in the arms of hundreds of never flagging undead warriors was a marvel to behold. Since no wagons could make it through the shattered woods, between the stumps of giant trees, the tireless dead had simply carried it in pieces and sections. It was a feat that Villeth marvelled at and she would carry word of the effectiveness of such tactics to the college where she had been instructed. It would take years, decades or even centuries, before they could ever hope to manage such a feat.

"I yearn for the chance," Villeth declared boldly, eyes glimmering with the desire for bloodshed, "To wade through their blood."

The wooden staff in the dark elven woman's hand spun and she pointed it towards the walls but she did not waste her energies on a pointless display of power. While she could disintegrate a small portion of the wall, what would be the point? The elves would bottle up any small entrance. Perhaps, once the main gate was breached and attention was drawn from the walls she could make such a hole for a sortie.

The Conflict: Armanian Union and Razgar's Tribes (Medieval fantasy RP)

Villeth resisted the urge to shudder at Draxis' true face. While she had seen zombies and corpses before, she wasn't quite used to a a powerful figure being unattractive. Lolth's priestesses were often as beautiful as they were deadly. Letting nothing show on her face she considered his words. She had already noted the martial skill of Draxis' warriors but what irked her and what she wasn't sure what to make of were Draxis' boasts. While he certainly was an indomitable force, his faith that one demi-power could press itself against an entire pantheon of gods? The elves had an entire host of gods, including Corellon Larethian, a greater power that had plucked out the eye of Gruumsh, the great god of the Orcish people. These were not to be taken lightly.

The dark elven sorceress watched one of Draxis' ghouls uproot a tree. It was slow going, particularly later, when the trees became as thick as cottages. As one of the ghouls found itself filled with arrows, Villeth had to admit, the greatest advantage of the elves, their supreme accuracy with arrows, was of little use against Draxis' troops. They were every bit as incredible as those brought back by the Zin-Carla, a powerful magic granted by Lolth to bring back it's greatest warriors as intelligent obsessed revenants.

Still, on all this she kept silent as Draxis gave the order to mount up. This Draxis seemed to have something of an ego and a fragile one at that. She'd encountered the type amongst the many matrons of Undraeth, the cavernous city below the mantle. Still, she was glad for the opportunity to slay some elves. She turned to her riding lizard, and drew her long fingers along her mount's neck, caressing the smooth scales. Yes, today was a good day for killing elves.

"Tell me Draxis," she said, thrusting a quip in his direction as her lizard did an excited quick circle, "Why all the armour? From the sounds of it, you're indestructible. You could probably kill thrice as many of the long-ears if you could move faster."

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Just waiting for you to take it away Hotshot. I threw out some feelers to see where you'd like to take the story.