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Post by Deleted on Nov 2, 2015 8:51:16 GMT
 Sayha was in Londinium for the day after staying at her home out in Moon Dance Forest in Sarum Frontier. She had been doing research in the Londinium Library, looking for places nearby that possibly were currently unexplored. She had found two places she wanted to check out and had noted them in her notebook so she would remember. At the moment, she didn’t know that much about either place, but she planned on asking some Landers around the city to find out what they knew.
However before she could do that, she notices a “help wanted” poster that caught her eye:
Help Wanted: Skilled Adventurer
Help track down a bandit who had been terrorizing traders in the Windsor Greatwoods. See Marcus in the Old Parliament Building
Under normal circumstances, Sayha would have ignored the sign. It wasn’t that she didn’t mind helping out and doing quests; she had taken quests on a whim from overhearing conversations before. However, she had been working on other plans and had been trying to get herself set up for some exploring as well as heading north to do some more exploration.
Sayha glanced at her stat screen. Her Tracking level was level 20, and she needed to work on it. Literally tracking someone would be good practice and help her level it. Sayha sighed and packed away her notebook that she had been using for notes. Research could wait for just a bit longer.
Sayha made her way through the city streets until she made her way to the Old Parliament Building. The Building was fairly busy but not so busy as to drive Sayha mad or make her suffocate. Standing outside the building was a Lander merchant asking any Adventurer to help him.
“Are you Marcus?” Sayha asked walking up to the merchant, “I’m here to find out some more information about the quest you’ve posted.”
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Post by Hirosame on Nov 2, 2015 9:17:40 GMT
[attr="class","capsol"] There stood Marcus, a civilian in his own right. He did, however, have a problem that he needed fixing, which stemmed from something that had been very difficult for him. He was a merchant, yes, but he also had a few things that were very precious to him. A family heirloom that was irreplaceable had been stolen, not too long ago, after he had been moving from one house to the next. The item was absolutely necessary to him, as it had reminded him why he had fought for what he did. After having come home from adventuring, all those many years ago, he decided that he would work as a merchant, selling off his own crafts to people who needed them.
"Please, my good sir! I am in desperate need of aid!" Marcus pleaded to an Adventurer who had passed by him. The man had just looked at the tall, muscular merchant, and laughed, continuing along his way. Marcus's beard fell a little bit in disappointment, until he heard a voice from nearby, asking if he was who he was. His eyes perked up a little, and a smile appeared beneath his bushy mustache. The ex-military man bowed slightly before the young lady before him. "I am indeed Marcus, the merchant, and I am very grateful for you taking the time to partake in my plight." He straightened back up, and pulled out a picture of an ornate, golden sword.
"This item is a precious heirloom in my family, and it has been passed down in my family's line for generations! While I was moving to a new place with my lovely wife and two children, the treasure was stolen, amidst all my other items!" He clenched his fist, and his voice boomed powerfully. "If I so much as find out who had done this, they shall feel the burning rage that lives on within my body!!" After a moment, he calmed down, returning to a normal demeanor. "The perpetrator must have known that the item was in my care, and was able to sneak by and grab it without us noticing." He pointed just down the way. "My new abode is just over there, if you would like to look for any clues. Please, follow me, Miss..." He gave a hearty chortle, before continuing. "Beg your pardon, I didn't ask your name, brave Adventurer! Would you be so kind as to introduce yourself, before we head off?" Whenever the girl had answered the merchant, he would begin walking toward the establishment.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 2, 2015 9:58:15 GMT
The merchant Marcus was not like how she had expected him to look. He was huge, taller than even Hiro. On top of that, he as overly bulky. Why in the world would he need help?
Nonetheless, Sayha listened patiently as the merchant explained that a precious family heirloom had been stolen as well as other items. From the sounds of it, he had been moving quite a lot and quite often, and now his home was nearby the Building. He asked her to follow him, and Sayha nodded. He realized that he hadn’t asked Sayha her name, and he asked who she was.
“I am Sayha, a Tracker Assassin,” Sayha introduced herself. The two then began walking down the streets to where the merchant’s home was.
The first thing that caught Sayha’s attention was where the home was located. The home was located in a fairly populated region in Londinium. Not too far from where they were at was the Thames Riviera which was the prime location where Adventurers bought homes if they chose to live in Londinium. Sayha, personally, thought that the city was too crowded and ended up buying a house out of the way even for where she chose to live. To each their own, Sayha shrugged.
“I appreciate you showing me your place,” Sayha said after a while as they neared his home, “Though I will ask you first. Do you have any clues as to who stole your items? Or maybe you could give me a list of all the items that were stolen? You said that it was a precious heirloom, but you never mentioned what exactly said heirloom was.”
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Post by Hirosame on Nov 2, 2015 22:06:19 GMT
[attr="class","capsol"] Marcus had lead the Assassin, known as Sayha, to the place where his family had just moved in. A few crates were still outside, but they all were empty. As they were getting closer to the building, he heard her ask him a few questions, to which he turned to face her and answer. "Well, it is no trouble at all, Adventurer." He began, a smile feigned beneath his mustache. "My home is something I am quite proud of, since I've been able to purchase an upgrade for my family and I, after having earned enough of a living from both my past and present occupations. It really is something I am quite proud of, you know." He was about to go into his entire life story, but then he remembered that she had asked a few more crucial questions at the moment.
"Yes, but that is a story for another time. It would be in my best interest to answer your questions, wouldn't it?" The two had arrived at the house now, and Marcus extended his hand out to the exterior of the house. He placed his hands behind himself, allowing himself to stand at restful attention. "The sword that I have shown you is an heirloom in my family that has been passed down for generations. It was an item, given to one of my distant grandfathers, for their service to the lord by which he served. It is a symbol of honor and discipline that was made and given solely to my family, which we have held up in reverence ever since. The blade has no name, but the meaning behind it is enough for any man in our family to look at it, and beat their chest proudly upon looking at it."
"As for any other items that were stolen, there were none." One could see his mouth curl up just a tiny bit at the thought. "The only reason as to why I could imagine such a precious item to have been stolen would be to sell it. It has been kept in a wonderful condition for the longest time, and must therefore fetch a good price. I do hope that someone can find it soon, before it is sold off. It has only been a day since then, so I have hopes that nothing of that sort has come to it..." Marcus trailed off for a moment, before he continued. "I have no other clues, except for a large, burly man who I have seen multiple times in one day who has passed by the house a few times. The man has a bright brown cloak that he covers himself with, and a large bulge sticking out the back. It could be a pack of some sort, but the man has been by too frequently for me to pass it off. He also stares at the house... As if he is looking for something else." He felt a bit of anger build up a little more inside him, but he continued. "Please, good Adventurer. The sword is so very precious to myself and my family. I will assist you however I can, but I beg of you." Marcus got down onto his knees, before the Assassin. "Please find this item, which has been treasured by my family for so long."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 2, 2015 23:23:54 GMT
Sayha listened to Marcus as he talked about his home as well as explained that the heirloom was a sword. A sword would be rather easy to fence, especially in a city of Adventurers. However if it was an heirloom, it definitely would be marketed to the higher-leveled Adventurers as they would be the ones most likely to buy such an item.
The merchant knelt on his knees, asking Sayha to locate the item. Sayha sighed internally. There was really only one option she could do. “I will do my best to locate your heirloom,” Sayha responded, “But in these kinds of cases, I cannot give you promises that I cannot keep. If I can get the heirloom back, I will do everything in my power to do so.” There was never any guarantee about these things, but she realized she had a pretty good chance at locating the sword if she could find its trail quickly.
With that, Sayha made her way into the merchant’s house. The first thing she noticed was that there were boxes upon boxes scattered all over the front room. He must have been unpacking or something along those lines. Sayha really wasn’t looking for anything in particular; it wasn’t as if she was a detective or could sense mana. However with her <Mythic Script> she could see writing or at least doodles on most of the boxes. She didn’t quite understand what the doodles meant, but she eventually found writing on what appeared to be a family portrait. At first she couldn’t understand the words, but they cleared up to say “Without a cat, mice will play.”
There was something familiar about the word, but she wasn’t quite sure what to make of it. For the time being, she scribbled the saying into her notebook on an empty page and put it back into her inventory. She turned and walked out of the house.
“I will do my best to find your sword,” Sayha told the merchant, “I will let you know what I find once I’m done investigating.” She nodded towards the merchant and made her way to the market center. There had to be someone who could give her a clue who would want an antique sword.
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Post by Hirosame on Nov 3, 2015 3:09:51 GMT
[attr="class","capsol"] The merchant had followed the girl into the house, after having thanked her for being so willing to try and help them. He was deeply grateful toward the girl, for being so willing to help him and his family in their time of need. He knew that nobody else was home, since his wife and children were all off trying to see what they could get in the meantime, to make sure that their food-stocks were all good for the time being. They had decided to go and take their minds off of having been stolen from, which Marcus agreed was probably the best idea. Since they were able to afford a new house, they likely would have a lot on their mind, so it would be best to make sure that they were able to keep their minds at ease.
While the girl was looking around, Marcus began to lift up some of the crates with one arm, moving them over to the side for now. While he and the family had mostly finished up unpacking, the crates were still going to be in the way. He didn't want to cause the Assassin all that much trouble for the moment, and it would be absolutely horrible if she had somehow fallen or gotten hurt because of his carelessness. He would absolutely not stand for that! However, it wasn't long afterward that the Assassin had pulled out her notebook, and written something down. Confused slightly, the merchant looked at her and wondered. However, she had begun to make her way to the door at that point. Marcus followed, being a decent host, and saw her out.
"I do wish you the best of luck, young lady, and I would like to thank you again for your help." A small tear formed in his eye, but he brushed it away. "So much good can come from a giving soul... You have my eternal gratitude!" He had the urge to run over and lift her up into a bear hug, but he resisted it easily enough. "Do come back whenever you find anything. I eagerly await any news you may find!" With that Marcus stood there and waved, before heading back into the house.
Just a moment later, a very large, burly man was seen walking up and away from the street. He was covered in a brown cloak, with a large bulge coming from his back. He was almost as big as Marcus, so how and why he had a cloak on was beyond everybody else's comprehension.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 4, 2015 4:08:20 GMT
Sayha made her way down the street and headed in the general direction of the market center. Technically there were multiple market centers, but Sayha decided to go directly to the largest of the centers via alley and back passageways. She didn’t like crowds, and she avoided them as much as she possibly could. The blacksmith she planned on visiting was a lesser-known blacksmith, at least among the Landers in the city. She recalled visiting his shop back when she was first pricing gear when she started to level, but she hadn’t been back since then.
Once Sayha was out of the alley, it opened to a large square with shops and stalls scattered around. There was also a lot of people around, mostly Adventurers. In terms of suspects, honestly anyone in the square could have been the one who stole the heirloom sword. However, Sayha didn’t have the patience to search every single person in the square, and she doubted she would even be done by the end of the day. People were constantly coming and going. It would be impossible.
Instead, Sayha focused on what she had decided to do. Sayha skirted the outside of the square until she arrived at the shop. When she opened it, it smelled kind of musty as if not many people were there. There were weapons all along the walls and even on a table in the center. They were all sharpened and battle-ready. However, the gear was mostly low-level items so higher leveled players like she had no reason to shop there.
After a moment, Sayha heard footsteps from the back of the shop, and Sayha headed towards the counter in the back of the store and waited for the shop keeper.
“Excuse me,” Sayha said to the shop keeper as he came to the counter, “but I need your assistance with something. A merchant by the name of Marcus had an heirloom stolen from him. It was a sword of sorts. I’m not accusing you of anything, but if one were to try to sell an item like that, where would one go?”
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Post by Hirosame on Nov 4, 2015 7:41:03 GMT
[attr="class","capsol"] The Blacksmith heard a few footsteps as he was finishing up with a craft in the back of the building. It was surprising that he had heard anything at all, given he was hammering away, though he was able to tell when and where a person would show up in his establishment. That being said, though, the Blacksmith began to make his way to the shop. The back room was rather cluttered, and he somehow managed to knock over an entire shelf of things, to which he turned back and sighed. "Man, this jus' ain't gon' be my day, is it?" He said, a deep voice coming from him. He continued to make his way into the front of the shop, where he would eventually see a girl standing there. He picked up a knife on the counter, and started to polish it, since the dust had managed to get onto it.
He raised an eyebrow at the girl, wondering if she was for real. Granted, she was definitely much stronger than he was, given she was an Adventurer and he was a measly Lander, though the difference in their levels and states-of-being wasn't enough to give this man a worry. As she continued, she started to say something about 'not accusing him' or whatever. Saying something like that almost always meant that they were accusing someone of something. But, since this was the first time, he thought, that he had seen this girl, he decided to give her a pass. That being the case, he didn't crack a smile at all to welcome a potential customer. One glance at her was enough to tell him that she was clearly beyond the level of items that he could craft. Either way, he would answer her question.
"Depends on the level of it." He said, casually cleaning the knife off further. It had gotten really dusty. "If it's to be sold to one 'a you Adventurers, then f'sho, it'll have to be either real nice lookin', or it'll be a real good level, or some mighty nice stats, or whatever you guys call it." He put the knife down, and looked her dead in the eyes, expressionlessly. "You wanna tell me what this sword look like? Might be able to help, might not. Don't know, if you be givin' me some vague-ass question like that." He left conversation for the time being, and would allow her to formulate some kind of an answer. Whether she was going to tell him about the sword or not was the main question, and if she didn't want to help him help her, then she'd better be buying something, or just leaving.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 4, 2015 21:32:37 GMT
Sayha pulled out her notebook and quickly sketched the sword that Marcus had shown her a picture of. It was on the same page as the wording she had seen earlier so hopefully the shopkeeper wouldn’t take any note of it.
“Here’s a quick sketch,” Sayha showed the blacksmith the image she had finished, “It’s a sabre decorated in gold. From my knowledge, it was made at least 100 years ago. I’ve seen the ornate decorations on old sword images in the library, however those images showed that those swords weren’t in the best condition. This one, however, is in pristine condition. It also has no name attached to the sword. As for its level, I’m not sure, but I’d hazard a guess it would be somewhere between level 25 and 45. As for stats, I doubt it would have any as it’s more of a decoratory sword.”
Sayha had guessed on its age and level, but she hoped it would be accurate enough for the blacksmith to give her an idea of where to go. Sayha glanced at the sketch again, re-reading the words that she had written on the page. “Without a cat, mice will play.” It was an odd saying to say the least. Maybe the blacksmith would read it and recognize the saying. After all, it was possible that she was investigating the wrong thing. Maybe looking for someone who would have said things along those lines would be easier to track down than an ornate sword. Then again, there was a possibility that the two occurrences weren’t related. However, Sayha didn’t believe in coincidences so she felt fairly strong that the two were connected.
“Also,” Sayha finally said, “Do you recognize the saying on the page? It could be considered a signature of the thief.”
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Post by Hirosame on Nov 4, 2015 23:59:45 GMT
[attr="class","capsol"] After having sketched out the sword, the Assassin had shown the Blacksmith the item in question. She then began to explain the item and a little of its importance, as well as what she felt would be the estimated level of the item. Having given him a range of 25 to 45 wasn't enough to really narrow the item down, since a majority of the Adventurers in the current times were anywhere between 1 and 30. Looked like not many people got on the ball with their leveling, not that Landers could do much of anything in the same regard. Looking at the girl once more, he looked at the sword that she had drawn out, and tried to visualize it. When this proved impossible, he could only go off of what she had said, and took a few stabs from there.
"To be hones', I dunno much about ornate weapons from a long-ass time ago. My grand-dad mighta known, but he's long gone from this world. But..." He thought for a second, and looked around. He saw an old, dusty book on the shelf. Walking over to it, he brushed it off, and handed it to the girl. "Try lookin' through there. It's a book that my grand-dad left, from since before he worked here. Might be kinda hard to read through, but maybe it'll help ya." It was at this moment that he had recalled the girl asking about the words on the page. He hadn't payed attention to them, until now. Upon seeing the words, his eyebrows raised up a little bit, and a disgusted look showed up. He darted his eyes up to the girl again, and glared for a moment. She probably had nothing to do with that one person.
"Nah, I ain't seen nothin' along those lines, but I heard a dude say something about it." He leaned on the counter, lowering his voice. "Some guy had walked into my shop here, and asked for a weapon. He was followed in by a real big-lookin' dude, looked kinda stupid if ya ask me. They bought a sword, like a level 30 sword of mine, and the started to walk away. As they was leavin' my shop, I heard them say something about cats, mice, and playing." He stood back up, looking down at the girl again. "Ain't know what they was talkin' about, but it sounded real secretive. Little while later, the smaller guy came back, this time with some chick outside, and he bought another sword. Asked him what he needed another sword for, and all he says was 'none of your business, blacksmith' or somethin' like that." He squinted a bit. "It may be a long-shot, but that might have somethin' to do with your golden sword there."
Just outside the building, a large, cloaked man walked by. His build was massive, and he continued to walk along slowly, taking a moment to look inside the building. The Blacksmith wasn't paying attention to the outside of the shop.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 5, 2015 0:28:26 GMT
The blacksmith explained that he didn’t know anything about old ornate weapons, but he handed her a musty-smelling book, explaining that it was from before his grandfather worked the shop. Sayha flipped through the pages, scanning the pages for any clues as to where to start looking. As she did, the blacksmith said that he hadn’t seen the lines but instead overheard customers talking about it. The person he spoke about that caught her attention was the large guy that was kind of creepy. It sounded like the same person that the merchant hand mentioned.
After a while, Sayha flipped to a page that had a picture of ornate swords, similar to the one that she was looking for. As she read the page, it said something about the swords going missing or stolen. It also said that it was thought that there was a black market shack hidden in the Windsor Greatwoods. It seemed that she would be making a trek through the woods to see if she could find the place.
“Thank you for letting me read this,” Sayha handed the book back to the blacksmith. She pulled out some gold from her pocket and set it on the count, “And that’s for your help. Have a good day.”
As Sayha turned to leave, she saw a shadow walk by the shop window. After Sayha left the store, she turned to see a large cloaked man just like in the descriptions walk through the square and down the alleyway. Just before he disappeared, Sayha targeted him and activated <Eagle Track> so she could see his footsteps. For now, she needed to follow him discretely to see if he actually was the person described before. She would just have to wait to check out the Greatwoods.
Sayha left the main square and went to a different alleyway. She was still in range of the guy she was tracking so she could see him clearly through the buildings. Once she was in a different alleyway, she climbed up the side of the wall by jumping on top of a bench and a light post. Once she was on top of the buildings, Sayha activated <Silent Move> so she wouldn’t be heard and began to follow the man. She stayed about a building away at all time, and she stayed as low to the buildings as possible so he wouldn’t spot her.
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Post by Hirosame on Nov 5, 2015 1:24:43 GMT
[attr="class","capsol"] Like a flash from some unknown place, the Assassin-in-training had appeared on the scene! Nobody had known what or where he had come from, and how his slim, nimble body could have swept through the mobs of people. While he thought about this, his arm had bumped into someone, to which he apologized immediately. "Excuse me, my apologies." His voice rumbled. He continued through the street, as his mind shifted the world into a bleak and destroyed place. The buildings all around the Assassin had been crumbled into nothingness, and he was the only one, standing amidst the ruins of it all. Oh, what a world that he lived in, so ravaged by terror and destruction! And that he, the lone Assassin, had the capability to change it all, by killing all the evildoers in this world!
The Guardian had managed to muse himself into a corner, after having looked into the building that he had purchased a sword from just a few days prior. He remembered being in there, and the blacksmith who was somehow smaller than even him, had seemed to be rather suspicious of both himself and the other person that he was in the building with. Not that that was important at the moment, though it was still nice to remember. It was a pretty nice sword that he had been given, for whatever it was that he was supposed to do. Either way, though, Marco had continued along through the streets, still imagining that he was walking through the destroyed city of London, after the bombs had gone off. Oh, what a powerful sensation, to be the strongest Assassin in the world! Nobody could stand up to him!
Marco had been out here on a mission, thanks to some employers who had been so generous to pay him in a rare amount of currency, that hadn't been used in a very long time. Not many people truly understood the value of this currency, as it had not been used in centuries, in this game's lore! He smirked to himself a little bit, as he started to get a bit warm. He decided that he would take off the cloak now, since it was just too warm out. Sure, his employers had told him to keep the cloak on, but he wouldn't see them until he had gotten back to the secret hideout just outside of the city, where they were to meet up again. He had been trying to get back out there, but he just couldn't remember where it was. However, after having talked to the people, he found out where it was. Now he could complete the job, for sure, and get some of that ancient currency!
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Post by Deleted on Nov 5, 2015 2:42:44 GMT
The mass of a person Sayha was following made their way through Londinium’s twisting and turning streets. However, she felt as if they were going in a circle at times. Nonetheless, Sayha was able to stay out of their sight, and they showed no indication that they knew that they were being followed. Actually it appeared quite the opposite as the mass took of their cloak. It revealed a HUGE man… even larger than the merchant and the blacksmith.
After the cloak was off, Sayha inched closer to get a good look at his interface. It showed that his name was Marco, and his level was 40. His class: Guardian. She could definitely believe he was a Guardian. He was big. And big as in strong. Sayha had a pretty good feeling that even Hiro might have issues tangoing with the guy… let alone herself. If she had to fight him, it could end up badly. However since she was smaller, she could probably get into his blind spots easier. She would only engage him, though, if the worst came to be.
As Sayha followed him, she realized that the Guardian wasn’t aimlessly walking even though it had felt that way at first. When she finally figured out where he was going, they were heading out of Londinium… to the Greatwood. Definitely not a coincidence.
Once they were outside the gate, Sayha activated <Hiding Entry> and continued to follow the Guardian. The ability would only last for a maximum of 10 minutes so she hoped that he would head into a shadowy area that Sayha would be able to easily hide in.
However, something seemed odd… it was almost as if it was too easy. She would definitely need to keep her guard up.
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Post by Hirosame on Nov 5, 2015 8:40:09 GMT
[attr="class","capsol"] Marco, the greatest traveler in the world, had begun the next stage of his little trek through the city! Once he had been told that his employers would be waiting for him at the place where they had first met, he would be able to get rid of this silly old sword thing that he had stolen from some old merchant guy. It was a fairly nice looking sword, but lord knows that he didn't know what it was good for. Instead, he was just hired to do this by his employers, for some super sweet loots in the form of an ancient coinage! There was nothing that could go wrong with this whole exchange, and the Adventuring Traveler would make sure that the package would reach its home, soon. Or, well, it's new home. It's not going back to the merchant.
The method by which the item was procured was definitely strange, to say the least, especially because of that thing that his employers had had him write. As Marco had left the city now, he started to walk through the forestry. He stretched, and began to talk to himself, to make sense of it all. "But, what I want to know, is what exactly the phrase they had me write said? I don't even remember it!" Marco, the fantastic voyager, said aloud. He didn't think that anybody would hear him, since he was out of the city now. And who leaves the city these days, anyways? Nobody would hear his ramblings and goings on. It was just silly to think that someone would her him at the moment. Everything cool was happening in the city. That reminded him of something, actually.
"Oh yeah... Like that one time I helped plant a few bombs in that city there." He spoke. "Yeah, I remember that, super well. That old man said he'd help me buy a house in the city, if I put a bomb on one of these houses!" He stopped in his place for a second, and thought critically. "Wait a minute... He never did give me that house!!!" After having made this realization, Marco was just about to turn back and into the city. But, his memory caught up with him. "Oh, that's right. The old guys said that that house got blown up by the bomb I planted. Said it was some kind of accident or something." He shrugged. "Oh well." Marco, having completed this thought, started to walk toward the place where he would be going. It would be a little longer before he would get there, and meet up with his employers. Such a good traveler he was!
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♫: Plains of Eternity
✏: Playing an idiot is fun sometimes.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 5, 2015 9:57:31 GMT
After following the Guardian for a bit longer, Sayha came to the decision that he was mad. It was the only thing that could explain his idiocy.
Out of nowhere, the Guardian exclaimed that he wanted to know what the phrase he wrote had said. That confirmed Sayha’s belief that he was the thief… but how did an idiot like him pull off such an action? He continued to speak to no one, saying that he had planted bombs in exchange for a house that he ended up blowing up. Something wasn’t making sense.
Sayha recalled a few weeks ago that there had been some bombings in Lander houses, but no one had been hurt. She overheard some other Adventurers promise to investigate it so she had not bothered to do her own searching on the subject and had gone back to researching possible hidden areas in London for her own personal interests.
After a while, Sayha notice the Guardian go off the main path to a side path that she had not seen before. The only reason she noticed the path was because the gigantic guy had walked down it. It was well hidden for sure. That meant that she was getting closer to her objective.
Sayha briefly checked her timer on <Hiding Entry>. It had only been about three or four minutes so she was still okay. However to stay safe, Sayha climbed up a nearby tree and began branch hopping. Her <Silent Move> and <Eagle Track> abilities were still active so she was able to move quietly and still see her target without having to worry about trees and branches blocking her vision.
It wasn’t long after that when Sayha saw what appeared to be a hill. However once they were closer, it turned out to be a well-hidden shack of sorts. The door was open, and Sayha could feel a bad aura coming from the hut… Sayha realized she had felt the same way when she had traveled with Hiro up to Avon Valley to check out the haunted castle.
‘It’s not possible…’ Sayha thought to herself as she found a place to perch and watch the hut.
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Post by Hirosame on Nov 6, 2015 0:17:29 GMT
[attr="class","capsol"] The Great General, Marco, had gotten closer to the establishment, where he had been ordered to return to. His higher ups had demanded that he return from the field to this place, in order to make sure that they had collected the spoils that they had acquired from the mission. Marco had walked all the way back to the building, where he would report directly to his higher ups. As he walked into the building, he spoke. "Marco, reporting as ordered, madam!" He saluted her, standing at attention.
The room was dark, with the only light coming from outside. There sat Hecate, in a chair in the darker part of the room. She was the only one in the building at the moment, aside from Marco, who had just entered. Her eyes, dazed beyond all belief, looked up at the hulking man, and a wicked grin formed on her face. "Excellent, Marco." She began, slowly standing up from where she sat. Her thin frame was minuscule, compared to the massive Guardian just a little ways from her right now. She held out her hand, and spoke. "If you would be so kind, hand me the sword."
Marco, confused, looked at her. "But, what about my payment?" He asked, in a somehow fluently intelligent manner.
Hecate chuckled, and pointed over to the other side of the room. "It is over there, and a bonus for something else that I will require of you in a moment." She jutted her hand out further, once again. "The sword. Now." She demanded, her grin turning more into a scowl. Marco handed her the golden weapon, the one that had been stolen from Marcus. Her eyes gazed over the blade, and maniacal laughter began to bellow out from the deranged Heretic. "This is the second to last key, which will bring me into immortality! Go collect your petty reward, I have no need of it." Marco ran over to the coins that were on the table nearby, picking them up in his hands. Hecate walked back over to the chair, and sat down, looking at the blade.
"Oh, how immortality shall soon be mine... All that we need now is a few more souls, to complete the demonic transaction." She found herself getting light headed from all the crooked joy she found in it all. "Such poor little monsters, that shall be claimed for this unholy ceremony... So long as that blasted Lander priest was correct, I shall be the undeniable Goddess of the Crossroads before long." Her laughter stifled down slowly, as Azrael had entered the building from the other door in the back. He walked before Hecate, and went down to his knee.
"My lady, the preparations are complete. All we need to do now is slaughter the Jacks this evening, and we shall have your wish come true."
"Excellent... Let us go now." Hecate stood up, placing the sword down onto a table nearby. She turned to Marco, who was rummaging through the coins on the other table. "You have one last bit of work to do, Guardian." Marco perked up, and looked over at the Heretic. "I need you to defend the sword and this place until we return, later this evening. Once we have come back, we will double your current reward." Marco let out a whistle of happiness, and saluted her. Hecate, grinning once again, turned to Azrael. "Come, my faithful servant." She began to make her way to the back door, as Azrael picked up an umbrella, and opened it outside before her. He held it up over her head. "My destiny awaits me..." From there, the two left the building, leaving only Marco and his reward inside.
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♫: A Sacrifice
✏: Tying up some loose ends here.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 6, 2015 1:43:28 GMT
Once the giant announced his name as he walked in the door, Sayha activated <Hearing Aptitude>. The person who spoke back to the Guardian… Sayha instantly recognized the voice. It was Hecate… the heretic she and Hiro had discovered in the Avon Castle… no wonder she had the same feeling… and her feeling of anger returned as well.
Sayha jumped to a closer tree so she could hear the conversation more clearly… though it was mostly the Heretic speaking. After the Heretic paid the Guardian, she began speaking… to herself Sayha guessed. From what Sayha could understand, it sounded like the sword she had been asked to retrieve was part of some greater plan. The Heretic definitely did not learn her lesson as she was babbling on about immortality and becoming a goddess. Thought what caught her attention the most was that the Heretic spoke of a Lander Priest… Sayha would definitely have to check it out.
After a moment, Sayha heard a door open; probably one on the other side of the building. She recognized the voice of it being the Cleric that has been with the Heretic. He said that the preparations were done, and the Heretic said that the two of them would go. She issued that the Guardian was to defend the building and guard the sword.
Sayha heard the door close which she assumed was the back one. She then changed her target of <Eagle Track> to the Heretic. She was about to branch jump when a realization hit her. Her quest would be over if she just got the sword. After all, that was why she was there in the first place. However, there was a part of her that wanted to take chase and kill the Heretic no matter what…
But then she wouldn’t be any better than the Heretic.
Sayha took a deep breath and deactivated <Eagle Track>. For now, she needed to focus on getting the sword, and her <Hiding Entry> had expired once she had re-perched herself. Once the ability was no longer on cooldown, Sayha reactivated it. <Silent Move> was still on, and that would be key.
The front door to the shack was open so Sayha simply walked in. She saw that the sword was sitting on a table while the gigantic Guardian and his “reward” was another table near the other side of the room. She would need to distract the Guardian long enough to put the sword in her inventory and run.
Sayha moved to be near the sword. Then, she pulled some gold coins out of her pocket and threw them at the Guardian’s reward, causing the coins to fall on the ground. If the Guardian became distracted by the coins, she would grab the sword, put it into her inventory, and run out of the shack and hide in a tree.
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Post by Hirosame on Nov 6, 2015 2:02:21 GMT
[attr="class","capsol"] The Greatest Defender in All the Land had been commissioned to yet another job, for double his reward! The Mercenary Guardian would have no problem carrying out this part of the mission, which was to guard the object that was now sitting on the table opposite him. He didn't know what exactly the Heretic had wanted the sword for, but all he did know, was that he would get two times his reward of ancient currency, if he made sure that the item was still there during the time that the Heretic and Cleric were gone. All proud of himself, he knew that he needed to stay resolute, and hold his ground for as long as possible, without so much as a worry as to how and why the sword was to be guarded. All he knew was that it needed to be, and he would stick it out as best as he could!
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25 seconds had passed, and already Marco was getting bored. His valiant expression had disappeared, and had been replaced with something much more dull and dreary. He had folded his arms across his chest, and stared at the golden sword, laying on the table. However, a small bag of money seemed to have hit the ground just nearby where he stood, causing him to look down at it. He glared at the money bag for a few seconds, only to sniff a little bit in discontent. It wasn't any kind of the currency that had been on the table behind him, so he didn't care. The coins behind him, as one could see more closely, weren't even coins at all. They were small plates of bronze, bent into coin shapes, with no face on them at all. They looked more like bronze discs than anything else. How these could be ancient coins, nobody would know, except for Marco.
It was about this time that Marco's stomach had begun to grumble. He looked around himself, and thought about some food. Recalling a small mana-powered refrigerator in the other room, Marco decided that he would go ahead and pay it a little visit. Standing up and walking over to the kitchen, he made his way over to the small unit. He had to crouch down rather low, since the Cleric that had used this device was much smaller than Marco was, and he found himself having to rummage through all the food in the way. It was all vegetarian food, nothing but carrots, cabbage, and whatever the hell was next to the onions. No, he needed some meat. With that thought in his mind, Marco closed the fridge, and walked outside, through the front, to do some hunting. Maybe he could find a monster that would drop some meat rather quickly. He left the door open behind him, because he wouldn't be out long, probably.
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♫: Timber Owls
✏: Best NPC Ever.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 6, 2015 2:59:18 GMT
Sayha quickly decided that the Guardian was more of an idiot that she had originally given him credit to. The coins Sayha had tossed at the Guardian didn’t seem to bother him, and he didn’t even bother to investigate where the coins had come from.
Right after that, the Guardian stood and went through a doorway she hadn’t noticed at first. After waiting a second, Sayha grabbed the sword and added it to her inventory. Her initial quest was done.
Sayha then dashed out of the shack as fast as she could with <Silent Move> active. She decided that stealth would be better than speed so she made her way towards the main road but didn’t get on it. Instead, she jumped into a tree and tried to clear her thoughts.
Sayha’s bloodlust almost caught up with her, and she had never felt that much hate for anyone… not even her step mother, and she hated her a lot. She would need to learn how to control that anger, especially when she thought back to what had happened in Moon Dance Forest when she had been working on her Tracking with Hiro. She also recalled lessons her sifu had taught her. She couldn’t let emotions drive her fighting; she needed to remain objective. Overall, she had done a good job of doing so, but she knew she failed when she had fought the Heretic.
Though for the time being, the Heretic’s plan was dismantled as Sayha had the sword. She could take solace in that at least. Though whether she was right or not, Sayha knew that the Heretic’s plans were evil. She needed to stop them no matter what. The Heretic had spoken of a Lander Priest. Sayha would need to track down that priest… or at least figure out what in the world was going on.
Research. That’s what she needed to do. She couldn’t go into a church and accuse a priest of siding with a Heretic, especially if she had no proof… then she suddenly remembered something.
Sayha pulled out her notebook and flipped to the pages of places she had done research on. The old-world bunker definitely did not fit the bill, but the tunnels.
The Chisleherst Tunnels, also known as the Chisleherst Caves or Labyrinth. At one point in time, the tunnels had been used to mine chalk for buildings, but it had turned obsolete for whatever reason. They had been long forgotten over time, but there were plenty of myths and rumors tied to them. Sayha hadn’t checked out all the rumors yet, but it seemed now was the time.
Sayha assumed enough time had passed and jumped down out of the tree, deactivating <Silent Move> and <Hiding Entry>. She walked and a calm pace back to Londinium. She needed to go to the merchant first. Then research. Then contact Hiro. If the Heretic Hecate was involved, he would certainly want to know. After all, he hated the woman just as much as she.
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Post by Hirosame on Nov 6, 2015 5:00:29 GMT
[attr="class","capsol"] What a successful hunt! The Fantastic Huntsman had made his way back to the building where he was guarding the golden sword, with 15 different types of meat that he could use as a sandwich! He would go ahead and cook them up and place them between two slabs of bread, add some of the vegetables in the fridge, and then make a massive hero sandwich out of them all. Man, he'd gotten so much monster meat from the Pittered Boars that were lingering around. He couldn't wait to start making all the food, as soon as he walked back inside the building. As he walked in, he looked at his collection of coins on the table, the other table that was empty, which should have had the golden sword on it, but he continued walking toward the kitchen. Man, this sandwich was going to-
Wait a minute. Marco stopped where he was, and looked at the two tables. The golden sword was gone. It was just gone. No sign of it anywhere. No marks to show it having been dragged, either, but the fact that it was gone just made him think about it harder. Who could have taken it? Was it on his ass for it being gone...?
Probably not. Hey, the Heretic and the Cleric were the ones who had left the doors open, so there was no real way that he could have been in trouble for this one. Then again, that wouldn't be a good idea, especially if he would be seen somewhere in the house, as soon as they got back. So, Marco did the next most logical thing: Trash the entire building. He started by emptying out the fridge of all the food, which he would use for his sandwich later, and then started carving up all the doors and rooms. After having slashed everything to pieces, he starts punching things with immense force. The place looked like it had been completely ransacked. After that, Marco grabbed his wonderful coins, and had decided to walk back to the town. The Heretic and Cleric wouldn't be back to the place until later that evening, so he had time.
Marco would have arrived back in the city a little while after the Assassin had, but they wouldn't see each other. What Marco did from here, was get into contact with the Heretic. Her sinister voice answered. "This had better be good, Guardian. We're nearing our destination." Marco let out a disgruntled sigh.
"This is Marco... The building was... Ambushed... By some kind of Adventurer group..."
"WHAT!?!" Hecate shouted back. "WHERE IS THE SWORD!? DID THEY TAKE IT!?!"
"Yes... They were, uhh..." Marco looked around, and saw a billboard for someone looking for the exact same kind of a sword. Strange coincidence, huh? "They had been hired by some Landers to find it, and take it back... I don't know how they found it... The place has been trashed, and they killed me... I just left the Sanctuary, and am heading back to check on the damage."
Hecate was silent, and from what Marco could tell, she was furious. "This... I... Those damned Adventurers, attempting to foil my plans of becoming a Goddess!!! They'll pay... They will ALL PA-"
Marco had turned off the transmission from there. He didn't really care about that Heretic's desires, so he removed her from his contact list, and blocked her. Marco started to walk away into the city, a straight face about him. "What a couple of weirdos... Last time I do a job for Heretics." He said, as he continued to walk around the city, aimlessly. "Well, time to make that sandwich!" He announced, his mood brightening up. He started to walk happily to the nearest kitchen, to prepare his food.
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♫: Timber Owls (Cont.)
✏: Marco's got a case of the screw-its.
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