Rusalka

A Twist Of A Knife, The Birth Of A Legend.

In other words like the Coven of Thorns used to work before they were discovered by Venius and put to the sword.

A Twist Of A Knife, The Birth Of A Legend.

*points to old tree in cemetery* >> <<

A Twist Of A Knife, The Birth Of A Legend.

"Sounds to me as if you have quite the bone to pick with this Monsieur Charles." Alena's voice echoed from atop a nearby roof, and in an instant she was before the two, brother and sister, landing gracefully to her feet. "Though I'm not amused by your unsavory behavior earlier, I am willing to help you....for no price at all." Reaching to her hood, she pulled it back, revealing the features of her face, skin pale as death, eyes red as blood, and a pair of lips curled into a menacing scowl. Humbly she curtsied before the woman, "Alena Carthenwald, at your service Mademoiselle Sardothien. Forgive my intrusions upon you and your brother, but it seems you are caught in a harrowing predicament, your loved ones slain by a nefarious hand." Likewise she shared the same pain as Celaena.

A Twist Of A Knife, The Birth Of A Legend.

Dibs on Celaena's contract.

A Twist Of A Knife, The Birth Of A Legend.

Upon her travels across the high passages of the city, Alena had noticed a rather peculiar sight from the corner of her eye while she was mid-sprint. He was an odd sort of chap, a sneak thief perhaps Alena could deduce by the lad's rather shabby and untrustworthy appearance. But did her eyes deceive her or was she standing face to face again with that woman who merely chided her a few moments ago, the infamous Sardothien if name suited her right. Yet, Alena didn't make herself known yet, fearing the blonde woman was still at odds with her, remembering such an icy glare that could chill bones enough to break. So for the remainder, the other assassin kept herself hidden, listening in on the conversation below. Ah, so it seemed Celaena had family, a brother she had been estranged from possibly for some time. Yet....something else she said....it bothered the dark haired woman. Killed...street urchins....children?! And just from the lamenting of her poor soul, Alena could only assume the blonde had close ties to these urchins. What vileness! What...despicable actions!

A twist of... contracts

Name: Rourke Farran Payment: one thousand gold pieces Terms: torture then kill Contact: Celaena

@The Slenderman

I'm not sure if I'm doing this right, but Alena will take this one.

Orean Cause (Moved to a new thread)

XD But she's not even human she's-*shot*

Orean Cause (Moved to a new thread)

Errrrr.....possibly yes Ev you biased prick <.<

A Twist Of A Knife, The Birth Of A Legend.

The rose was delivered as soon as possible and the contract of Erick Vaughn Lastraad had been sealed. Fifteen hundred gold was indeed a high price to pay for the services of a notorious cutthroat, but there were indeed factors, disciplines of the woman that stood above the common rabble of hired muscular thugs and contracted mercenaries to do such dirty, and often bloody work, and that was precision, finesse, and the utmost importance placed upon secrecy and the shadows. Never once minding the cost of Alena's services however, Lastraad was quite pleased upon hearing the woman's account of how she easily dispatched that loathsome cad Balford to the darkness and horror of Oblivion with just a few simple drops of Mirkwood Serpent venom, a most lethal of concoctions the Earth Mother definitely brewed within the nefarious wretches of the forest, oh how those slender black and yellow spotted snakes had served the Coven so greatly over the years, but enough rambling. The payment was collected and bloodshed was put forth. Now that Balford was out of the picture, Lastraad could continue living his life....until one day if Alena were to collect his. Bidding farewell to the man, the assassin leaped from the third floor balcony of his prestigious abode in the Noble Quarter and took to her accustomed pathways again, vaulting from rooftop to rooftop in the pale light of the moon cascading down upon her.

Orean Cause (Moved to a new thread)

Heyyyyy! Just for the record it's officially Fuck with Dre Ev day!! So feel free to torment the loveable school goth until she decides to gouge your eyes out with her thumbs! ;33333333333333333 *dead on the inside* =_________=