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Well, it's only reasonable to deal with the consequences of your actions. Guess we'll see if this RP gets any more interest.
I was ready to put RPing behind me for a while with a break, and have been unsure of what it is that I want to do.

However, I think I'd like to give it another shot before I drop the whole thing.

If you are still interested in GMing this, I might throw a character up.
Thank you, ^^. Was lovely RPing with you two.

Best wishes!
I am really struggling to keep my writing spirit up, and I don't feel like I can keep going. I am having difficulties maintaining my interest for any RP, at this point, and I am probably just going to take a break from most, if not all my writing projects.

Thanks for a nice time, I enjoyed it. I wish you two the best of luck.


Taking a moment to breathe, Shade managed a soft sigh. This mission had not gone smoothly, in the slightest. They were all alive, and more or less well, but this was not an outcome he could have hoped for. “Heading back for the lamp is probably our best bet,” the assassin commented. He proceeded to slip down the alcove, and landed weightlessly on his feet before a slender hand moved towards the blade at his back. “I’ll take us back there, come on,” the boy commented, looking towards the heightened ledge, “we just need to be quiet, and careful.”

Despite their numbers having been lowered, the cockroaches were a they would gain nothing from. These monstrosities were not a part of any quest, and they were incredibly dangerous. With quiet steps, Shade continued through the sewers, his hand gently grasping his blade in case of another ambush, or attack. Even though his eyes felt at home in this darkness, he could not consider anything else a source of comfort, with a stench rivaled only by the aggression of sewer company.

It felt like a longer stride indeed, considering how the last time they had come this way, the group had been running. However, no matter the handful of minutes Shade spent trodding through a moist and wet stone walkway, he would eventually see a dim light in the distance. It was their lantern. “There,” came a soft whisper from the young Dark Elf, who continued to quietly move forward, his silhouette now making itself known due to the light.

Upon approaching their savior, Shade extended his hands and carefully wrapped his fingers around the lantern’s handle. The others could see now, even if the light had managed to harm his own sight, but a small margin. “I guess that large gathering of rats up north that I saw, was a nest, then,” Shade commented, thumbing over his shoulder. “It’s easy to fine, just follow this walkway,” he continued, motioning towards the stone beneath their feet, and made room for Guard Lady to walk past him.


Shaking his head, Shade gently hugged his legs before resting his chin against a pair of kneecaps. This was his first time hunting rats, and the archer at their side likely knew far more of the enemy they were facing. She was well versed in the manner of beasts, where Shade’s main focus lingered on the nature of man. Sentient creatures were his forté, those of a higher intellect. Indeed, vermin had an advantage over the boy. They could not be tricked in the same way, and their deduction of a situation was unpredictable for an assassin such as himself. “I’ve never seen a nest before now,” Shade explained, his pointed ears listening to the war playing out only a few feet from where they were. “I guess burning them would be the best course of action, but, well..,” the Dark Elf sighed.

Perhaps one could cause a fire without convenient equipment? “We could always rub two rocks together,” came a soft chuckle, an attempt at humor in a desperate situation. “I think I saw one of the nests when I went looking, the other two will need more searching.” The group had found themselves in a big sewer system. The few minutes Shade spent on scouting was not nearly enough to evaluate the entire underground. However, he might have come across one nest, but was not entirely certain of what he had seen. Shade did, after all, not know what a nest looked like.

“I’m ready to go, when you two feel rested enough,” the boy added, gently releasing his legs from an embrace. He slowly moved towards the edge, and proceeded to squint at the beasts still at war with one another. “They’re almost done, we could use this chance to sneak by, while they’re still occupied.”


‘Leave them both behind,’ was a voice trickling through Shade’s mind. It had taken the shape of his father’s, which ever-so often managed its way into the boy’s thoughts. One of the girls allowed her fear of bugs to draw her a scared child in this scenario, and the other could only barely keep up. ‘Everyone is a resource, and no one is consistently useful,’ the voice continued, clawing at the Dark Elf’s consciousness. He was ready to draw his blade and assist the armored halberdier, but aid was scarcely required once she had managed to rid herself of the filthy attackers. “Over here!” Shade exclaimed, leaping onto a heightened ledge. With one foot on the wall as the boy jumped, his hands reached for the ledge, before a weightless form made its way to safety.

Turning around, Shade dropped his hand down to the others, most notably the halberdier, in an attempt to assist her. The heightened ledge would keep them safe, if only for a short moment, with squeaking and chittering sounds crashing together into a chorus of chaos. His plan had worked, for now. Looking beyond the others, Shade noticed how rats and cockroaches had singled each other out, and showed no mercy in what was to come.

Pincers and teeth fought for supremacy, strength combating the pure power of numbers. Scouting ahead had given Shade a better outlook of what they could use, and tactical decisions were far easier to make with knowledge of their surroundings. Had he not ventured out to learn of these sewers beforehand, he would have had no understanding of this escape route.

Hard carapaces and cockroach shells could be heard breaking beneath the weight of a heavy rat bite, but an onlooker would have been able to deduce that numbers were coloring themselves victorious. No matter how dangerous the rats had been up until his point, those insects warranted another layer of fear. It surprised Shade to no end that these foul, vicious beasts had been left out of the quest briefing. They were arguably more dangerous than the prey the group had ventured into the sewers for, to begin with.

“We should be able to catch a breather,” Shade spoke, gulping before he fell down to his backside, and leaned against the wall. Their savior had been an elevated alcove, a ledge where they could regain their strength and rest, but it would not bring them further. A temporary sanctuary, and at the very least, neither cockroaches nor rats could reach them there. They were also at an advantage with the high ground. The guard’s long weapon could easily reach down towards the floor and attack whatever unwelcomed guest made itself known.

“Are you okay?” Shade continued, as he shifted his attention to Guard Lady, concern making its way towards his black eyes obfuscated by both a hood, and the surrounding darkness. “We should take a second to rest,” the Dark Elf spoke, turning to the war of wretches which maintained itself beneath them.


Things were not looking up for the group. One hardship after the other struck at them like jackhammers, leaving little room to breathe. This was elevated by the additionally unwelcomed sound of skittering across a hard surface. Insects. Clenching his teeth, Shade looked in the direction of their newly acquired foe and chastised himself for the realization. He did not even begin to expect other monstrous sights within the sewers. Indeed, he had anticipated the unsavory, but nothing like this, and most certainly not more beasts. Had they come across thieves and murderers, the group could perhaps have managed to slay their adversaries through careful maneuvers, but an endless swarm of maggots was powerful not through the force of their strength, but their numbers.

“I have an idea,” Shade stated with a heart pounding against his ribs, “follow me,” the boy finished before he turned around and started in the opposite direction. It soon elevated into a full sprint, where the Dark Elf quite literally ran for his life. Indeed, in a situation such as this, one could find resourceful solutions. “Over here!” Shade exclaimed and turned to the right, before he kept running. The sound of insects chasing them was never smothered, and it simply proceeded to grow ever louder. Whether they were closing in on their prey or adding more to their army of skittering soldiers, one thing was set in stone. Halting a sprint would have led to certain death.

Squeaking soon trickled through the darkness, and Shade turned once again, weaving into another corridor, “we’ll lead the roaches to the rats and let them take each other out!” The assassin exclaimed, looking behind him at the group which had hopefully managed to keep up. By themselves, not one of them would have been able to survive, and this quest grew exponentially more dangerous than initially expected. The rats were far larger than Shade had thought, and with the addition of bloodthirsty cockroaches the size of an actual, large rat, he had one solution up his sleeve, and little else. Run.

However, with tactical approaches still offering themselves to him in the form of ideas, perhaps this would work. Using one enemy against the other had won countless battles in actual warfare. ‘The enemy of my enemy is a weapon’, Shade’s father had said, ‘a true assassin can slay their target using others as puppets, always remember that.’ It was quite common to hear words of wisdom from the old, ancient elf. An assassin who fell their enemy through the use of chess pieces rather than blades, was to be respected, indeed. Though this process required a masterclass in manipulation and foresight, Shade hoped that simply leading one enemy to the other would be enough to outsmart insects and rats.
Oh shit, I had a brain leak.

I fixed it.


One rat remained, which had fallen into obscurity throughout the chaos. However, Shade was well enough on his feet by the time their final foe made itself known. Leaping towards him, the smallest and quite apparently the weakest member of the group, it was only natural. Animals tended to go for the runts and left larger pray untouched if such an outcome was possible. Shade grasped his blade and displayed a dextrous feat indeed, sliding beneath the remaining beast as it leaped, and with an expertly executed swing, the Dark Elf severed its feet from place. He rolled back to position through fluid motions, as if a passing stream.

The boy’s enemy had been paralyzed, and could no longer keep moving with its hind paws removed. Taking the opportunity Shade plunged his blade into the monster’s skull, heavy breathing leaving his lips as the boy retracted his weapon with some difficulty. “Dad would kill me..,” he muttered, stumbling back after freeing his weapon, “if he knew that I was ambushed.” The Dark Elf was an assassin, he was the ambusher. He hunted others, not the other way around.

Exhaling a long breath, Shade wiped the blood from the polished surface of his curved blade, before returning it to the scabbard above his tailbone. At least they had managed one quest, but things would not get easier from here. On the contrary, it would get more difficult, and he was forced to grow far more experienced than this. Ambushed by rats. An embarrassing development. “I guess we should take a quick look around, and see if there are any other rats waiting for us,” the boy stated, wiping his forehead. He did not spot any blood from the bite on Guard Lady’s stomach, and could from that deduce a more preferable outcome. It had not gone through her armor. If the group was wearing full plate when venturing into these revolting depths, none of them were at risk of damage, but such a scenario would never play out. Shade was not able to wear armor, and that much was certain. Neither were any of them able to afford the customly hand-made gear.

Seeing how the archer was focusing all of her attention on their front line warrior, Shade turned his attention towards the darkness, but silence reigned. His soundless steps brought him further into the sewers, where he turned towards the other two, “I’ll scout ahead, be back soon,” he stated, before picking up his pace.

After this, he would need a bath, certainly, but with the scent of rat covering him from having that wet, damp and dirty fur on top of the boy rendered him effectively invisible to an enemy nose. A few moments passed, practiced footsteps of a shadow stalker remaining unheard across the wet stone walkways of a sewer system they would all be happy to leave behind. Eventually, after a handful of minutes had passed, Shade returned, having fulfilled one of his primary duties, scouting. “There are several more,” he commented, leaning against the wall with a small huff. Four giant rats were enough, and none would hear any complaints from the boy on that matter. “we're far from done,” Shade explained, listening to the sound of passing sewage. Despite their venue, none could deny that the flow of water was a harmonic and blissful addition, whether over or beneath the surface.
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