Discipline of Black Magic: Customs and Traditions

[Vardaen]

This Thread Arrives From Here: With Friends Like These

OOC

Welcome Silah back into his own thread for the moment.

Silah has left the small coffee shop and the servant Fesal there to come to the area around a lone cherry tree where the Customs Officer Fadil bin Masruq is said to frequence each night in his walks. Fesal has made it clear enough that those that need Silah's 'touch' will arrive tomorrow evening here. So come to scout the area the assassin arrives.

[Hayabusa]

Silah doesn't want to draw too much attention even if this is solitary place. So he slowly walks towards the cherry tree his contact mentioned, and takes in as many impressions as he can. In his mind he maps the alley, the spaces between and height of the buildings, he glances over windows and the edge of roofs. He notices stairs, bays and doors. When he passes the cherry tree he kicks up a little dirt to check the ground's texture, so he can be sure to have a good footing. He has a look at every corner to find out if it'll be easier to hide in the shadows there or if a low roof may be a better vantage ground.

After Silah passed the tree and leaves the place behind him, he imagines where the target will stand and how they will react when they find out that no one will leave this alive. At least none of the people he's assigned to kill or can recognize him. A smile creeps to his face.

[Vardaen]

The location is ideal. It is out of the way, there are low hangin roofs nearby, and once Lord Sun sets low there will be more than enough shadows to hide in. The alley provides and obvious entrance and exit, and a perfect location for him to block inorder to complete his task. This is almost going to be too easy.

OOC

I'm not putting up a map cause there won't be much need. Going to let us really play this fast and loose and give you some lee way.

[Hayabusa]

OOC

Perfect! No map and an easy assassination. Let's hope the dice love me too...

After taking in the scene, which will become the stage for the finale of a tragic love, Silah waits until dusk. As soon as Lord Sun is low and the shadows deep enough he dons the black, wide cloak and blends in with the darkness. Prepared for his task, he slowly strides through the streets to arrive just in time for tonight's deed.

[Vardaen]

Silah takes in the scene and prepairs himself, tomorrow the assassination will take place. For now he heads off to not be seen lingering here and awaits the dusk to fall tomorrow and his task to be completed.

OOC

the assassination is 'tomorrow'. We have to sort of pause however to let the other threads catch up, sorry about that. but things will pick up again once they are on their way.

[Vardaen]

"There is danger in relying on prophecy, but there is more in fulfilling it."
- Enala
Today...

The Lord Sun, the Usuper of Shilah, the Treader of the Heavens, the Watchful Eye has risen high and fast this morning. The heat of the Burning Sands is ever hot, but today promises to be more so than normal. Many tales are woven into a single carpet on this day. A tale that was started years ago reaches a new chapter, and this scribe is happy to begin the telling of it.

Today, around dusk, is Fesal from the Customs Officer's house has done his job, will send the wife of the man to meet the mistress of the man here at the tree, and Silah will be waiting to kill them both and make it look like a fit of passion. Today is the day that proves once and for all if you are any good at your job.

[Hayabusa]

As the time of his important task drew closer, Silah, descendent of a long line of assassins, has spent the day at his current hideoutwith preparations for this evening. In a rundown, secluded house close to the homes of the poorest of Medinaat-al-Salaam he sharpened his knifes in eager anticipation. When there were only a few hours left Silah took a small meal of dried food before leaving this house. With the intention of never returning to this place he made his way through the streets to the spot where he will show that he is indeed a True Son of the Mountain. As soon as the sun stands so low that the streets and alleys are lightened only by fires and lamps he whips on the black, wide cloak made from fine silk. Just as Silah blends in with the shadows his steps become less noisy. Only a street away from the cherry tree he walks through a back alley, and climbs a conveniently placed ladder to the low roofs of the adjacent buildings. He makes his way over the roofs and a few seconds later he stands above the alley with the cherry tree. Silah steps on a low, stony rail at the edge of a building next to the tree and crouches down, making himself almost invisible for the naked eye. Patiently the assassin waits for his victims.

[Vardaen]

Silah slinks down in the perfect spot on the balcony. He is behind a low rail that covers him just right, and as the sun fades the shadows grow long around him like lover's arms. The assassin now must just wait for the arrival of the other members of this play. He must be sure to make the scene appear to be a lover's spat, and must not leave any signs of himself ever being that. It shouldn't be hard if Fesal keeps up his end of the bargan.

Just as the sun is growing lower on the horizon the sounds of footsteps can be heard walking forward. The slender shape of a woman comes just barely into view. She appears to be dressed in the gypsy garb of the Ra'Shari, the wandering nomads of the desert. This must be the "mistress".

She walks up to the tree and lays a light hand on its trunk, she calls out to the darkness, "Fadil? Are you here? It is I Shalimar, I have come as bidden." Her voice is soft, innocent, and nieave.

[Hayabusa]

Recognizing the woman, Silah leaves his hideout. He slips over the rail and lands a few meters deeper on the ground, making just enough noise to get the attention of the woman. With the black cloak slightly open and the lighter garbs visible, he slowly walks up to the mistress. Silah raises both hands to show her that he is no imminent threat to her.

"You are Shalimar, are you not?" Silah asks in a soft and gentle tone. "I come with an important message for Fadil and I was told that this might be the place where it can be delivered without drawing any unnecessary attention. Don't be afraid, this doesn't involve the Ra'Shari or your recent activities."

While Silah tries to calm the woman he lowers both arms again as he gets closer to her. "Fadil has told me that this is the place, where I can deliver this important message," he says and makes a wide gesture as if to show her the place. "As he is not here right now, maybe you can give it to him, since I may not spend very much time here."

When he is only an arm's length away from the woman, Silah's other, lowered hand slips inside the cloak and in one swift motion he draws a Jambiya and thrusts it at Shalimar's chest, aiming right for the heart.

[Vardaen]

Silah leaves his hiding place and lands on the ground with a soft kick up of dust. He strides forward, his black cloak open, his white clothing underneath visible. "I mean you no harm..." his words are smooth as silk, and the woman seems a bit unsure at first, but then she nods. "I am Shalimar, I have come to see Fadil, to do my part." She doesn't notice the assassin going for his jambiya. "What message can I give hi...ARGH!" The Assassin draws his Jambiy and plunges it into her chest in one swift motion. The woman is diven back a few feet up against the wall of the narrow area pulling herself off the blade.

Her eyes are wide open, "What! What did you do!" She clutches at her chest where the red fluid of life pours from the wound. The blow isn't as strong as Silah would have liked, but he has the initiative, and presses forward at the Ra'shari woman...

Roll

Attack: 43! (1 Exploding Die) Hit for 11 Wounds. Nicked

Probably should call raises on Dmg next time.

Initiative

Round 1: Silah 24, Shalimar 12