Assallya

Lands of Lemea

In effect, this is a quest to find the well of wishes? What do we know about this well? Why are we doing this?

Medieval Assassins

With the king safe in his castle Morana descended from the rooftops. Only a fool remained atop the clay shingle when one could walk the city with relative anonymity. Always she kept her eyes open for known Assassin agents or those acting conspicuously. Assassins loved to bribe city criers and tear down wanted posters, chasing down city officials and the like. One of their number was growing exceedingly well known, having purchased several properties in the area. That one, in particular, she would recognize and hunt if she came across him.

Flipping an old woman a copper for an apple she moved along lightly on her feet, wrapped her lips around the red skin and crunched down with delight. The Templars had several operations going, some of which she knew about, some of which she didn't and as a result the Assassins had taken a keen interest in the town. This made things much more interesting than they had been in previous years. If only the King's children would spend more time advancing the Templar cause...

Medieval Assassins

Enh. He's a guy. If it was a princess you'd hear, "Guards!" at the top of her voice.

Medieval Assassins

Girl enters a guy's house, busts into his bedroom and then has the nerve to ask what he's doing there? Caitlin is a gutsy broad. *lol*

Medieval Assassins

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The Raven of the Empire - Mature FxF/MxF

Question: Are you looking for only one partner or were you planning on multiple? If multiple, were you planning on using Feleara in each of them or are you making up different characters in Feleara's world for each partner?

Star Wars: Kalrus

Aala had nodded her ascent to Palto's demand. She dared not protest. She followed the bounty hunter meekly, doing her best to ignore the jeers and taunts. When she finally arrived in Tor'al's chambers she didn't know what to do. The man's helmet was implacable. She could not read his facial expressions. She had not seen his surprise in the courtroom due to her downcast eyes.

Though obscured by the paltry covering that was the netting of stone beads she found herself uncomfortable She withered beneath his gaze, moving to cover herself and then very consciously lowered her arms. What did he expect of her? Finally she lowered herself to her knees and straightened her back with her arms outstretched.

"What would you have of me oh master," she managed, her voice breaking in mid-sentence.

Medieval Assassins

Morana was decidedly disappointed. All that work was for nothing. The Assassins had simply let their compatriot hang. Oh sure, she had killed that one novitiate that was hoping to help out his brother but all the experienced Assassins had decided it wasn't worth it to rescue their brother. That was cold, quite cold. She was certainly glad she wasn't an Assassin. If she ended up getting caught by the city guards the Templars would pull some strings to get her out at the very least. Then again, the Assassin Order was a bunch of ruthless murderers bent on creating anarchy. They were completely against progress, science and just about everything that would help humanity. If it hadn't been for the Assassin's the world would already be a better place; Blasted villains!

Moving from rooftop to rooftop, Morana followed the good king home ensuring that there would be no Assassin reprisal in the form of an ambush. She had to stop when the group got to the moat. Crossing that wasn't so easy and the bridge leading towards the portcullis was a red zone, anyone not wearing castle regalia was immediately arrested and every visitor, cart or wagon moving over the bridge was searched extensively. Even she couldn't get across that bridge and she was a Templar! No, instead, she had to use a sally gate, one that was well guarded by Templar agents and sheer suicide for any Assassin foolish enough to approach it.

With the King safe, Morana withdrew, climbing back down to street level which she didn't risk getting shot at by archers. There were guards on the rooftops and they did not look well upon those moving across the clay shingles. Ordinary guards couldn't tell Templars from Assassins, both orders were fairly unknown to the common populace. That's why she had to be every bit as careful as one of those infernal assassins.

Star Wars: Kalrus

Fear and terror washed over her, Aala swallowed, nearly throwing up a little into her mouth. Why? Why would Palto, as great as he was, spare even a moment's thought as to why she even existed? She was nothing. She was nothing but property. Even as she approached the golden dais she found herself cowering, her shoulders slouching, her tread lighter as if afraid of interrupting proceedings with the scape of sole against the polished wood and imported marble. Finally she alighted upon her knees and pressed her forehead against the floor in supplication to the obese god.

"Surely, oh great Palto would be far more interested in other things," Aala floundered, her downcast eyes, her very countenance screaming obeisance, "I am naught but what you wish me to be."

Medieval Assassins

The princess is in the castle. She was sneaking out in her assassin garb, opened her door and was jumped.