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Post by shaitan on Sept 18, 2008 10:21:35 GMT -5
In a shadowed corner, Ishamael stood in his armour minding his own business. His black armour hid him in the darkness, but he was in an honoured mood. His eye slits shone gold with his eyes...the only method of his detection. If he wanted none, he could have made it so. However, he was looking for work. Anyone looking for him would know where to come, and anyone smart would know that he was very good at his job. Many only came to him as a last resort, however. This is because his prices were high, as his guarantees were absolute. Many times, he had changed his prices on his employer, and as a result ended up killing both target and employer. He didn't care...his debt needed to be paid, even in the employer's own blood.
Needless to say that those who could afford him, were very powerful people...and as a result very self assured...
and so he waited for his next client...any client...
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Post by Lucian Nailo on Oct 2, 2008 11:24:21 GMT -5
The shadows in the room seemed to move about as if some one were in the room with Ishameal, yet no one was there.
A tall Dark Elf in dark cloth armor appeared in a corner sipping at some mead. They glanced a look at Ishameal as if he had been watching him for some time.
"What are you here for?" he inquired in the common tongue.
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Post by shaitan on Oct 8, 2008 15:50:04 GMT -5
Ishamael's golden eyes turned to face the voice. Before him, he saw a man in cloth armour, apparently on his way to intoxication by the looks of his drink.
"Business ventures," Ishamael replied, "I've finished work, and need some more."
Ishamael scanned the area to see if any prospects were slowing down to speak with him. At viewing nobody, Ishamael turned his piercing gold gaze back to his new acquaintance.
For the sake of continuing discussion, he reversed the question, "What exactly are you here for, yourself?"
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Post by Lucian Nailo on Oct 12, 2008 23:37:19 GMT -5
Lucian slurred his words,
"That would be tellining..."
Lucian frowned...
"...Telling. But i likesh you so ill let you in a on sectret... im looking for someone to interperet a map.
I founded it not too long ago in a abandoned house... I think thres something odd about it cause if you look here.."
Lucian ran his hand down to the end of his smooth black walking stick and struggled with the end until it came lose revealing a small compartment from which he pulled a rolled bit of parchment.
He fumbled over it finding an edge, then sat down next to Ishamael, shoving a cup out of the way, and slammed it down on the table.
"Now you see here? everery dark area is labeles... labeled. except for this one in this fforest. See? and you see how the forest around the dark area is made of black trees? I think that each of these dark areas is a cave, becauses this one here i've been to, and it was.... a cave!.. sooo. i think its a cave. because it would make sense if it were a cave. Speaking of caves! Your glasses is empty! Would you like another drink? I would feel bad, being on my 22 ale tonight..."
Lucian smiled and blinked heavily, breathing heavily on Ishamael.
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Post by shaitan on Dec 21, 2008 1:52:27 GMT -5
Catching a whiff of Lucien's breath, Ishamael called him another drink. He sure as hell wasn't going to have it, so he might as well extend this slight good will toward the drunk.
Turning to him, Ishamael continued, "I escort; I assassinate; I can even interpret this map, but unless there is some shred of underlying benefit to me...I'm not interested."
Just as the man's next drink came, Ishamael stood back up back turned to the man, waiting for an answer as to what the details were of the reward. Slightly turning his head, he asked again, "Well?"
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