OOC: If you are interested in this RP, but don't know what it is about, here is the recruitment thread:
http://www.escapistmagazine.com/forums/read/540.828571-The-Seven-Assassins-Interest-thread?page=1
The first post will have all the info you'd need to have a character, and PM me if you've got an idea for a character.
Now, on with the RP:
Shrewn Marketplace:
''Explain again.'' he mumbled.
''Hmm?'' the grey haired noble replied lazily,
''I said explain, why can't the Guard do this? Why do I have to recruit outside of our own channels?'' The young man asked, this time irritated.
The noble sighed,''Asking over and over won't change the answer, but fine.''
she told him, sliding a Silver penny to a nearby stall and plucking an apple from the nearby basket,
''The Guard can't be trusted with this task, simply put, its been infiltrated one way or another. Notice how the past few killings have been done with little interference from them?''
Dareon fished through his head, trying to think of any City Guard being present during any of the recent attacks, and came up blank.
''Thats why I'm sending you to trace these attacks yourself. No outside interference.'' the noble told him, beginning to walk away, her long flowing cloak trailing after her in a blue streak.
''Tasina,'' Dareon called her through the now bustling street. ''I'll speak to you later at the embassy, after I've assembled a group''
Stopping, she nodded, making her way into the courtyard.
Dareon continued down the cobblestone street and into the harbour, holding a set of dossier with one arm and adjusting his dark red hood with the other.
Southron Bridge:
Brady took two looks out towards the massive stone bridge before returning to his post. The bridge (like the others to the west and north-east respectively) connected Great Holem to the other landmasses, the Southron bridge is perched 20 metres above the water level and stands several kilometres long.
Built as a testament to the Grand Alliance's power and ingenuity, Brady has been guarding the Stone entrance to Greater Holem for decades, and while at first he was enthusiastic at protecting the city, now he deals more with drunken fools and those that set up shop on the bridge.
Looking down at his uniform, he sighed sullenly. The Greyguards, they were sometimes named. For the Murky Grey colouring of their armour. His was far from new, but all the wearing of it had made his gear a lighter shade than others at his post.
Some days, he just wishes that something would happen, anything, just as long as it didn't involve his head on the line.......
Port Neven:
Telesse grabbed her satchel and made her way onto the pier, watching the Avison move out of the harbour and out toward the bay.
For a trading galley, it was surprisingly fast, sometimes she questioned if it even unloads its supplies before setting off again, but that didn't matter much to her right now.
Right now what mattered was finding who sent her this message
Port Neven, Near the Kingsburry Tavern. I will be wearing a red cloak outside the building. 4 Days.
So, unphased by the vague letter she had recieved earlier that week, Telesse set off down the narrow embankment, past mercenaries and traders, past dirty children and growling dogs. The air smelt of fish and waste as usual and Telesse kept an eye out for a tavern.
After taking a few corners and more than a little bit of asking around, she finally arrived at her destination.
''Ah, there you are. Telesse Fleetwood is it?'' The red hooded man asked her from a table outside the building. She nodded and took a seat next to him ''So, how would you like a job?''
http://www.escapistmagazine.com/forums/read/540.828571-The-Seven-Assassins-Interest-thread?page=1
The first post will have all the info you'd need to have a character, and PM me if you've got an idea for a character.
Now, on with the RP:
Name: Dareon Alexandre
Age: 29
Sex: Male
Race: Human
Profession: City Guard.
Appearance: Light skinned with brown eyes and short brown hair. Wears steel plated armour with a Crescent Moon emblasoned on it. Has a sword and a knowledge of Flame manipulation.
Personality: Adventurous and inquisitive. He considers a factor in his high rank to be his confindence and supposed charisma.
Biography: Born and raised in the Middle class district of Great Holem, Dareon knew that his family expected greatness from their second son. He was trained in the sword and shield ever since he was a young man, and personally trained himself in the Art of Fire.
At 19, He was made a guard to the Arnellian ambassador, and after saving him from a supposed coup, Dareon has been working in the Holem Internal Threats Commission ever since. A respectable and less dangerous job than before.
The recent news of dead ambassadors has landed right at his feet, and its up to him to assemble a force and to take down the Seven. So where better to start than in the city itself?
Age: 29
Sex: Male
Race: Human
Profession: City Guard.
Appearance: Light skinned with brown eyes and short brown hair. Wears steel plated armour with a Crescent Moon emblasoned on it. Has a sword and a knowledge of Flame manipulation.
Personality: Adventurous and inquisitive. He considers a factor in his high rank to be his confindence and supposed charisma.
Biography: Born and raised in the Middle class district of Great Holem, Dareon knew that his family expected greatness from their second son. He was trained in the sword and shield ever since he was a young man, and personally trained himself in the Art of Fire.
At 19, He was made a guard to the Arnellian ambassador, and after saving him from a supposed coup, Dareon has been working in the Holem Internal Threats Commission ever since. A respectable and less dangerous job than before.
The recent news of dead ambassadors has landed right at his feet, and its up to him to assemble a force and to take down the Seven. So where better to start than in the city itself?
''Explain again.'' he mumbled.
''Hmm?'' the grey haired noble replied lazily,
''I said explain, why can't the Guard do this? Why do I have to recruit outside of our own channels?'' The young man asked, this time irritated.
The noble sighed,''Asking over and over won't change the answer, but fine.''
she told him, sliding a Silver penny to a nearby stall and plucking an apple from the nearby basket,
''The Guard can't be trusted with this task, simply put, its been infiltrated one way or another. Notice how the past few killings have been done with little interference from them?''
Dareon fished through his head, trying to think of any City Guard being present during any of the recent attacks, and came up blank.
''Thats why I'm sending you to trace these attacks yourself. No outside interference.'' the noble told him, beginning to walk away, her long flowing cloak trailing after her in a blue streak.
''Tasina,'' Dareon called her through the now bustling street. ''I'll speak to you later at the embassy, after I've assembled a group''
Stopping, she nodded, making her way into the courtyard.
Dareon continued down the cobblestone street and into the harbour, holding a set of dossier with one arm and adjusting his dark red hood with the other.
Southron Bridge:
Brady took two looks out towards the massive stone bridge before returning to his post. The bridge (like the others to the west and north-east respectively) connected Great Holem to the other landmasses, the Southron bridge is perched 20 metres above the water level and stands several kilometres long.
Built as a testament to the Grand Alliance's power and ingenuity, Brady has been guarding the Stone entrance to Greater Holem for decades, and while at first he was enthusiastic at protecting the city, now he deals more with drunken fools and those that set up shop on the bridge.
Looking down at his uniform, he sighed sullenly. The Greyguards, they were sometimes named. For the Murky Grey colouring of their armour. His was far from new, but all the wearing of it had made his gear a lighter shade than others at his post.
Some days, he just wishes that something would happen, anything, just as long as it didn't involve his head on the line.......
Port Neven:
Name: Telesse Fleetwood
Age: 24
Sex: Female
Race: Human
Profession: Trader.
Appearance: Olive skinned with brown eyes and long flowing black hair. Wears a light purple dress under a brown leather shirt. Has a small satchel full of her essentials. In general tries to maintain an air of confidence around her and attempts friendly banter with most people she meets.
Personality: Quiet and dignified, usually of a kind nature, but if she is being chastised for something she genuinely believes was right, then everything changes.
Biography: Born to a merchant house in the Strip, Telesse's future was always going to be in trading, and for better or for worse she's always had her family's support. At a small age she developed a skill for Plant magic, and while honing her skills, she was trained simultaneously for Ground Manipulation, as they 'went hand in hand' according to her mother. But that was years ago, and what good would THAT do her in the streets of Great Holem? Right now, Telesse's life consists of trading one week, sailing off for supplies the next, and so on.
Age: 24
Sex: Female
Race: Human
Profession: Trader.
Appearance: Olive skinned with brown eyes and long flowing black hair. Wears a light purple dress under a brown leather shirt. Has a small satchel full of her essentials. In general tries to maintain an air of confidence around her and attempts friendly banter with most people she meets.
Personality: Quiet and dignified, usually of a kind nature, but if she is being chastised for something she genuinely believes was right, then everything changes.
Biography: Born to a merchant house in the Strip, Telesse's future was always going to be in trading, and for better or for worse she's always had her family's support. At a small age she developed a skill for Plant magic, and while honing her skills, she was trained simultaneously for Ground Manipulation, as they 'went hand in hand' according to her mother. But that was years ago, and what good would THAT do her in the streets of Great Holem? Right now, Telesse's life consists of trading one week, sailing off for supplies the next, and so on.
For a trading galley, it was surprisingly fast, sometimes she questioned if it even unloads its supplies before setting off again, but that didn't matter much to her right now.
Right now what mattered was finding who sent her this message
Port Neven, Near the Kingsburry Tavern. I will be wearing a red cloak outside the building. 4 Days.
So, unphased by the vague letter she had recieved earlier that week, Telesse set off down the narrow embankment, past mercenaries and traders, past dirty children and growling dogs. The air smelt of fish and waste as usual and Telesse kept an eye out for a tavern.
After taking a few corners and more than a little bit of asking around, she finally arrived at her destination.
''Ah, there you are. Telesse Fleetwood is it?'' The red hooded man asked her from a table outside the building. She nodded and took a seat next to him ''So, how would you like a job?''
