Discipline of Black Magic: Customs and Traditions

[Hayabusa]

Without another word Silah attacks the woman again, aiming right at her heart.

Action

Full Attack. Raises on damage.

[Vardaen]

Silah doesn't offer the woman a word or a chance, he draws his jambiya back, the curved blade already slick with dripping blood. He aims for her heart again and plunges the weapon into her bussom and pierces her heart with the strike. She falls forward into his arms, her eyes filled with fear, her lips whispers her final words to the assassin's ears, "..but I did what I was told, why?" She then dies, her last breath escaping her as she goes limp in Silah's arms.

Roll

Full Attack: Free Raises to Dmg. Attack Roll: 34 Hit (1 Die Exploded) for 5k2+3 = 30 Wounds! (1 Die Exploded)

DEAD

[Hayabusa]

"Because we all have to do what we're told to do," Silah whispers, although he knows that she probably doesn't hear him anymore. Without any regrets about taking the woman's life, the assassin slowly lowers the dead woman against the cherry tree. He gently drapes her with her back against the fragile tree trunk to avoid any damage to the tree or the woman. In the end it looks as if Shalimar took a nap below the leaves and fell asleep slightly bend over.

Silah cleans his knife with a piece if dark cloth, before he turns to vanish in the shadows, close to the alley from which he assumes the customs officer's wife is going to take.

[Vardaen]

Silah moves the dead woman to the tree, laying her against its narrow trunk with her back to it. The assassin is carefull to make sure she looks like she's in a pose of rest, but that look on her face won't fool anyone for long. Hands crossed, head lowered, its a decent pose for the dead. The assassin quickly climbs back up behind the railing slipping into the shadows of the alley awaiting his next victim with a clean knife.

He doesn't have to wait too long before another's footsteps is heard on the road coming down toward the area. The footsteps are heavy however, not the light steps of a woman. A tall figure comes into view, a man, THE man, Fadil. He stops and glances around at the darkness, almost sensing Silah hiding in the shadows. Then he sees the woman against the tree. "Oh excuse me..." he is about to turn to leave when he realizes the woman doesn't answer him. "Miss? Miss are you alright?" Fadil is early, this could mess everything up.

He steps into the clearing and walks toward the tree and Shamilmar who lays slumped there. His sandaled foot steps into a puddle of her blood and he stops and exclaims in shock, "My liver!" He hurries and kneels at the woman's side, turning her head up, "Are you... are you alright?" He pulls the woman close to him, trying to listen to see if she is still breathing.

That is the exact moment Silah is about to pounce but before he can move another arrives in the area! It is Fadil's wife, the woman has come just on time. She stops in the mouth of the street and gazes at her husband holding another woman in his arms close to his chest right where their servent Fesal (Halil) said he would be. From her angle it must look like they are kissing as he listens for breath from the dead Ra'shari girl. She screams, "NOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Then with all the rage and anger of a woman scorned Fadil's Wife leaps at him, closing the gap between the two before the man even realizes what is happening. In her hand is a long silver hair pin, the makeshift weapon plunges into Fadil's neck piercing, as Fate would have it, his main artery there and is thrust into his windpipe preventing him from speaking. "You cheating lieing son of a bitch!" Her anger is so great that she yanks the hair pin from his neck and holds it high over head ready to strike her husband with it again out of such deep emotion that it actually frighten's Silah into inaction.

Fadil rolls to the side, slumped against the tree himself now as Shalimar rolls forward at an akward angle. Her body twists and the bloody wound on her heart becomes visible in the rising moonlight. Fadil is holding his neck, gasping for air out of the hole, and bleeding his life all over the ground. The Customs Officer's wife pauses a moment looking between her dying husband and the dead Ra'shari girl. "Wha...what have I done?"

Just then Silah breaks the spell that's held him inactive.

OOC

They have no idea you are here so go ahead and go as you like. Again I'll roll dice, but you have surprise.

[Hayabusa]

Surprised that the wife killed her own man so swift and merciless, Silah's stunned for a moment. But then he begins to move again, sliding over the railing while a smile of satisfaction flashes over his face. Halil did an incredible job. At least the assassin assumes it has been Halil, since there's no one else involved. So Silah has to deal with the wife. The custom officer's wife might be sorely shocked right now, which could give him the advantage it needs to quickly kill her. This time her refrains from the use of time-consuming deceit and as he's only a meter away from her he has drawn his knife again and begins to speak.

"What happened here", he asks as loud as he thinks is necessary, but won't draw unwanted attention. Knowing that this woman with the hairpin could still harm him he strides at her, holding his knife low, but slashes for her stomach as soon as he's close enough to do so.

Action

Full Attack.
Free Raises on damage + 2 additional Raises to increase damage.

[Vardaen]

Roll

LOL This time you roll bad!

Full Attack: 2 Raises to Dmg, 2 Free Raies to Dmg

6k3+6 = 24 vs TN 20 Hit
DR: 4k1+3 + 2k2 = 6k3+3 = 31 OUT

Silah leaps over the railing, the man laying against the tree is still alive, barely, but he's aware of what is going on as he gasps for air bleeding from his neck so badly that he won't live through this, and everyone knows it. The woman turns on Silah when he asks his questions, but she doesn't know what to say in return.

Silah slices the woman's stomach in one strong stroke, the jambiya rips open her gut, and out spill her intestines! She screams, but its shortlived as she topples backwards grasping at her gut, the hair pin clattering to the ground. She drops to the ground, for all purposes she's dead, its only a matter of time before she bleeds out now.

Her husband, holding his neck, struggles and reaches for the hairpin, as if to try and grab it and defend himself and his wife. His face is pale and he's a dead man in a matter of moment.

OOC

Nice job, do as you like, talk to the man, grab the pin, finish the woman off, plant the evidence, etc, etc. Its all you.

[Hayabusa]

Knowing that the wounds of the customs officer and his wife are lethal and they'll be dead in a matter of minutes, Silah picks off the hairpin and draws a featureless knife from his belt. He dips it into the open stomach of the woman to cover it in blood. Then he walks over to the man. The assassin crouches down beside him and puts the tip of the hairpin at the back of the man's neck, just where the spine connects to the skull. With a quick jab, Silah drives the pin in and is rewarded with a sickening cracking sound, as the hairpin severs the uppermost vertebrae from the skull.

Now that the man is finally dead Silah and pulls him over to the dying wife. He simply drops the corpse next to the woman, crouching down beside her. He puts the bloody knife in his right hand and grabs around the man's armed hand.

"Do not worry, it is over now," Silah whispers to the late custom officer's wife, before driving the knife, held by the man into her chest into her heart.

The woman is dead in seconds and Silah leaves the scene with calm steps. His only loss tonight is a knife he can replace with another and the knowledge that he has done what was expected from him, having witnessed the tale of tragic love, which ended with the death of the lover, the unfaitful husband and his wife.

OOC

I can almost see the disgusting stuff that's happening. Guts get spilled. The assassin dipping a knife in the slashed stomach...
Sick.

[Vardaen]

The stage is set, anyone coming along should see a wife gone mad with jealous rage, a dead husband, a defended lover, and one bloody mess. Everyone knows that Fadil was cheating on his wife, his servant has made sure of that.

That reminds Halil that it was suggested he should speak to Halil once the job was done, and the job is certainly done.

Unseen on a nearby rooftop a small white cat prowls the shadows.

[Hayabusa]

Striding through the night Silah walks to the customs office. He assumes that Halil is staying there, since it would have been almost impossible to influence Fadil.

[Vardaen]

Silah strides through the streets, he finds that his clothing has a bit of blood on it, and so he tucks that inside out so as to not draw attention to himself. As he near's the custom officer's home he spots some comotion before him. It seems three wagons drawn by camels and loaded with cargo are parked infront of the house and stables there. City Guards are with the caravan, and one man is ringing the front doorbell. Seated on the wagon's are two rather exotic and attractive looking women.

OOC

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