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Post by Neravarine on May 9, 2009 10:38:54 GMT -5
It was cold... Cold as the heart of the black cloaked figure walking on the outskirts of Ald Sotha, the deadric ruin. The figure seemed to pause, about 30 yards away from the site, it's eerily shaped purple and black towers stretching toward the sky like the fingers of some kind of wicked beast. "Hmm... This is a rather disappointing assignment. I really do hope he comes.." The figure mumbled, though a wolfish smile could be seen under the pitch black hood. The moon's rays seemed to show the cold, razor-like eyes of the assassin as he turned around slowly. "Well Haseed. It seems your going to have a rather difficult one this time..."
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Post by Haseed on May 12, 2009 16:21:59 GMT -5
Haseed walked along briskly, he was a tad late, for he had thoroughly enjoyed his last kill being that it was a family that owned a slave plantation. He had rounded up the whole family and killed them one by one. The children first, of course so the parents could see what it was like to see their own children have their throats slit right before their eyes. And he took his particular time with the owners the whole process of their deaths taking a few days...each. A wicked smile crossed his face as he remembered the events. Oh, how he loved the fresh smell of death. The feeling of satisfaction was great when he took the keys from the mutilated dunmer's corpse and freed their numerous slaves, surely a blow to Morrowind's crop trade. The almost completely black argonian emerged from the thick trees surrounding Ald Sotha to see a mysterious figure standing next to the ancient crumbling ruins. "Hello, Lucien." Haseed's voice sprang forth from his lips, dragging out the "s" sound in Lucien.
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Post by Neravarine on May 12, 2009 16:54:16 GMT -5
The imperial clad in pitch black robes gave a charming smile at the argonian. "Now there is a child of Sithis... May the Nightmother bless you as one of the favorite of her unholy spawn... Yes..." The imperial always smiled... It was rather eerie... Like the smile of a child who liked to stomp on ant hills... Only it was a grown man who liked to slit the throats of both innocent and corrupt alike this time... After a brief exchange of formalities, the imperial assassin looked very depressed... Taking his two fingers and rubbing his temples... "I'm am ashamed to ask of this my brother... But we have a target... I assume you see the ruins behind me? That is a deadric shrine... Sithis and the Nightmother demands that we take the life of a Dunmer named Suvryn... And for once, this is a contract I am nervous about..."
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Post by Haseed on May 18, 2009 16:07:27 GMT -5
"Why are you nervous brother? Sithis and the Nightmother watch over us with their caring eyes. Their strength will help us to defeat anything we must face." Haseed said this without a hint of doubt in his voice and he truly was confident, the argonian felt invincible. There was almost no mission that he was unsuccessful in, always killing his victims precisely and in creative ways every time. He shifted from side to side and took out the Succubus admiring its eerie sheen as it glowed in the moonlight.
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Post by Neravarine on May 18, 2009 19:34:43 GMT -5
Lucien didn't seem to share the argonian's enthusiasm. In fact, the robed murderer rubbed his clothed black gloves together nervously. "Your loyalty is as it has always been, simply amazing. But we do not enter the Nightmother's house... In the confines of that shrine rules the minions of Mehrunes Dagon... The prince of war and destruction..." The imperial assassin gazed into Haseed's reptilian eyes seriously. "I cannot help you if you get into trouble. In there lie beings who will not hesitate in killing you. They do not fear death, they don't have any black souls like we do. Fighting them head to head is extremely foolish... Even getting risked being spotted by any deadra is foolish. Simply find the head cultists, do it quickly, and get out of there. Quick, silent, smart..." Lucien smiled. "When you come back, a new rank will be available along with a substantial reward. I would personally slit the throat of those rival cultists if they didn't pay you well for this..."
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Post by Haseed on May 30, 2009 18:06:20 GMT -5
Haseed's eyes lit up with excitement, not the childish kind, but the kind you see in a serial killer kind when he's about to kill his victim. Haseed's ego still prevailed and his confidence in himself did not falter. "I will serve the Nightmother and Sithis and return to you unharmed. No need to worry brother." The argonian had no desire to talk further and handed Lucien the robe around his back. "Please hold onto this brother, it will only hinder my mission if I take it in there. I will get it when I return." Haseed turned swiftly around and squeezed through a hole in the wall in front of him, beginning his mission into the daedric ruin.
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Post by Neravarine on May 30, 2009 18:24:04 GMT -5
The imperial sighed as he gently grabbed the pitch black cloak. "May the Nightmother bless your silent steps brother..." Before the argonian was lost in the darkness....
The inside of the ruin was composed of a strange, purple/black stone that made up the winding walls and ceilings, which were covered with red, glowing deadric runes. The floor was simple dirt. Every now and then, strange, evil-looking lamps hung from the ceiling, casting a dim, otherworldly light in the tunnel, but for the most part, it was dark. The argonian assassin found himself in what appeared to be the main room that led in different directions inside the ruin, for there were three passageways, one right, one left, and one in front of Haseed. Before the argonian could make a decision on where to go, angry voices were echoing down the right corridor.... REALLY angry, otherwordly voices...
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Post by Haseed on Jun 2, 2009 8:55:38 GMT -5
Haseed crept silently through the dimly lit hallways around him, his reptilian eyes darted around him, there was no sign of life as far as the argonian could tell. Lucien was probably being melodramatic as usual. But as he crept along he reached a large open room at the top was a grotesque, what appeared to be, chandalier it wasn't something you would normally see in a house for it was demonic and deformed. Suddenly, Haseed noticed something. He could hear..footsteps. Barely audible it appeared to be someone who was creeping along as silently as he had been, In fact if it weren't for the argonian's keen hearing, he wouldn't have been able to hear it at all. Haseed's hand darted for the Succubus that hung at his waist and his scaly hand wrapped around it. Whatever the thing was out there it was no daedra or monster, but it could very well have been hostile. But as he listened intently to the footsteps he suddenly heard large clanking movement coming down the hallway to his right and large booming demonic voices. Now tat was a daedra. Haseed swiftly moved into the shadows hoping his dark skin would blend in with the shadow in front of him.
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Post by Neravarine on Jun 2, 2009 9:29:23 GMT -5
Rasheer, still invisible, stopped when he heard the heavy clanking of demonic armor coming his way down the obsidion hall... He had partaked in assassination missions where he infiltrated smuggler den or ruin, but deadra? In a way, the khajiit was pleased that Grandmaster Eno trusted him with the task so well... But the young assassin quickly hugged the walls, just as two dremora turned the corner...
Two dremora turned the corner. They were humanoid in size and shape, and each were suited up in their dremora mail, similar but weaker then deadric. One was armed with a one handed dwarven war axe, and the one leading him was armed with a dremora longsword that glowed with pulsing electricity... Only their heads were unarmored, the rest of the body covered in a black, wicked looking steel. Their skin was a burnt black, their eyes and hair a bloodred. Each had a snarl on their face, exposing wickedly shap canine teeth. And they were talking, in their unnatural, grating, rough voices...
"Why do we serve these pathetic meat bags?!" Asked the dremora armed with the axe, who brought up the rear. "I could easily smash their pathetic mortal hearts! Rip out their flesh from the bones! They fear us! Mephrunes has no need for spineless mortals!" The other dremora was obviously getting fed off with his partner's banterings. "You shut up Ravage before I rip YOUR heart out. Or your brain, if there was anything to actually rip out in the first place! Our master needs these mortals for his expanding powers... It won't be much longer before this world of nirn will finally fall to his might! But we are small... Our numbers aren't large... So keep your damn tongue from flapping, before I rip that out too!" The lead dremora than stopped suddenly, not far away from Haseed's or Rasheer's position. The dremora in the back named Ravage bumped into the lead dremora, and both deadra glared, while Ravage hissed, "Whats the problem now?!" "Shutup..." the other dremora murmered with interest, red eyed searching the darkness, occasionally giving the air an animalistic sniff. "What is it?" Ravage asked. "I smell mortals..." Ravage just raised an black eyebrow. "Thats what I was just talking about! Sweaty, stench filled pink creatures that whine more than scamps-" The lead dremora gave him a glare. "No... Not them.... Something else..."
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Post by Haseed on Jun 2, 2009 9:47:02 GMT -5
Haseed's eyes opened wide with amazement when the dremora said mortals. So there was someone else in here besides the argonian. For the first time on this mission Haseed's mind was filled with a twinge of fear. The argonian could not stand up to two heavily armored Dremora alone. They had obviously noticed him and whoever else was in here with them. Haseed's back pushed up against the wall even more, and he closed his eyes so no light could reflect off them, maybe if there smell wasn't keen enough to sense exactly where he was they would just leave him alone.
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Post by Neravarine on Jun 2, 2009 10:14:09 GMT -5
The lead dremora still had his red eyes narrowed in the spot of darkness, the orbs of crimson fire flicking past every little inch. Ravage, being as dull as he was, couldn't see anything, and wasn't even the least bit suspicious. "Your getting soft Carbonis, lets just go." Ravage grinned savagely. "Unless you want to check every space because your scared of the dark." Carbonis gave Ravage a wicked glare of his own. "I will send you to Oblivion like a churl Ravage! The new rank would fit your obvious intelligence!" Ravage sneered. "Oh, quit your whining. Keep this up and you might become a mortal yourself Carbonis." The lead dremora gave a grunt, and turned around noncaringly, Ravage following his lead. Rasheer mentally sighed in relief. They didn't see him...
Carbonis then wheeled around, red glow in his hand, red eyes concentrated. Ravage leaped out of the way quickly, fearing his partner was perhaps enacting his revenge. He didn't tick him off THAT bad did he? But no, the red glowing orb traveled really slowly, and when it hit the opposing wall, the whole area was lit with a reddish glow... A light spell... There Rasheer and Haseed, in plain sight, stared at the dremoras with a touch of fear and surprise... Carbonis was risking embarrasment, but a savage grin touched his black lips. Ravage was staring at the mortals in shock. "You were right... Intruders..." He hissed. With a shower of sparks, Carbonis drew his dremora longsword, electicity running down it's length like glowing snakes. "I always am." Rasheer moved quickly. He didn't know how they spotted him... Maybe they didn't at first. Maybe they were just suspicious... But the Moraq Tong assassin had to act fast. With lightening fast reflexes, he drew three silver throwing stars, and with a quick flick, they sailed towards the opposing dremora.
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Post by Haseed on Jun 2, 2009 11:20:50 GMT -5
Haseed held his breath as the Dremora passed him and released it when they passed. Suddenly the whole area was lit with a light that revealed Haseed's position. A hiss escaped his lips and he drew the succubus. Haseed darted back and forth, dodging the blows from a dwarven war axe. The argonian saw an opening and took his chance and stabbed at an exposed part under the dremora's arm. Haseed's enemy reeled back in surprise at the pain the small cut had given him. Only then did he notice the argonian get even more bounce to his step, the dagger drained some of his health and transferred it to the intruder. Haseed dodged a blow from the axe andretreated backwards into the large room he had just come from.
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Post by Neravarine on Jun 2, 2009 12:13:17 GMT -5
Ravage snarled as he clutched his arm for a moment, then with a swing, brought his axe towards the argonian, who leaped out of the way and sprinted back to his cover. "Damn you lizard! I will devour your entrails and cook your very soul for dessert!" The dremora got ready to charge when three silver throwing stars embedded themselves in his neck. It was professionally done, the stars looked like white circles when they cut through the air. Ravage wheeled back, giving a feral roar as he got attacked yet again. The dremora clutched his neck, bright red blood leaking from the wounds, pulling out the stars with a pained grunt. The dagger was silver(and enchanted) and so were the throwing stars. Rasheer narrowed his green eyes. That would have killed a normal man, but these were deadra... At least they were inexperienced. The khajiit was at first, surprised when he saw the argonian go toe to toe with the dremora with the axe... Where did he come from? Rasheer shook his head. It didn't matter... probably an adventurer... What was important was that he was an ally. The Moraq Tong assassin quickly felt his hands go into his pocket, and drew two more silver throwing stars, and hurled them yet again. They sailed over to the two demonic beings in the other hall. Ravage looked like he was about to flinch, but then a bolt of electricity erupted and filled the glowing red room with a white light, and the stars embedded themselves in the black ceiling. Standing there in front of the Ravage, was Carbonis, his black and red blade lifted upright... Rasheer's green eyes widened. He PARRIED his stars... He did it so fast that even the khajiit's trained eyes had difficulty following the movements... Unlike his counterpart, Carbonis' red demonic eyes had a look of hard calm to them... Indeed... He wasn't some average ranked dremora foot soldier... He was a kynval, a knight of Mephrunes Dagon... Not some shock trooper like Ravage. With his other arm, Carbonis lifted two fingers at Rasheer, the khajiit's eyes widened just as he did a dodge roll away from the lightening blast that was issued forth, the deadly destructive spell was mere milliseconds away from him... Rasheer, panting found his back against the wall along with Haseed.
"We will be in real trouble if they send help." The khajiit informed, leaning back to get a look at the two dremora as they waited for the mortals to show their faces... After all, their job was to guard the place. Rasheer leaned back, and glanced at Haseed. "Got a plan? I think I may have one..."
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Post by Haseed on Jun 5, 2009 21:08:36 GMT -5
Haseed backed up against the walls of the ruin. Fear again filled Haseed's mind as he witnessed one of the dremora deflect the throwing stars that the khajiit threw. That was very impressive, he was obviously going to be the more difficult to kill. Haseed looked over in surprise as the khajiit spoke to him. He wasn't used to working with partners, but the situation called for it. He merely nodded his head as Rasheer talked about reinforcements, they didn't need anybody else attacking them. "No, I don't have a plan. What's yours?." It felt strange asking someone else for help, Haseed never received help.
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Post by Neravarine on Jun 5, 2009 21:18:12 GMT -5
The khajiit licked his lips nervously, mind calculating his next move... "I can get close to them..." Rasheer whispered in a raspy voice. The Moraq Rong assassin's light green eyes lit up when he saw Haseed's dagger... He preferred his own retractable blade, but the dagger was SILVER and ENCHANTED. "Listen carefully... Hand me your dagger, and I will give you my silver throwing stars. I know some illusion. I'll go invisible, and sneak behind them when you keep them distracted. With them facing you, I can slit their throat. Even a dremora wouldn't survive that." The khajiit's black ears went down as flames billowed around the corner.... The dremora knight was trying to intimidate them. "Either way, I have to complete my mission. You can loot whatever you want... But retreat is NOT an option for me."
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