The Seven Assassins (Fantasy RP)(Started, Closed)

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Kaddika flinched reflexively when the burly man stormed in, though his thoughts were elsewhere as the newcomer approached the bar and continued shouting inanely about greetings and free drinks. The elf slowly sat down on the nearby stool, still warm from before the short man toppled off.

More worried thoughts streamed through his mind. He'd been in the city for less than a day, and already he felt in over his head. Assassins, missing limbs, mysterious dossiers, an inquisitor...

A drop of alcohol had never wet his tongue, but now Kaddika was seriously considering taking up Mr. Tenator on his offer.
 

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The rooftops
''Here are the 3 places we'll strike tonight'' The large cloaked one whispered. The others nodded intently.
''You, and you alone, will infiltrate the Embassy towers.'' He said, pointing towards a red haired young woman.'' Councillor Idarion is your target. Eliminate him, and then return to Base 2.'' The young man brandished a dagger, before hopping down the roof towards his destination.

''The rest of us will act cause as much public disorder as we possibly can, the death of this Councillor should allow us to disrupt as much as we can''
He then turned to the rest of the group.
''.Your team will will attack the Southron bridge. Destroy it, I assume you know where to plant the Glycen?'' The brown haired boy nodded.

''Myself and my group will wreak some havoc near the ports. Maybe burn some ships, or possibly that Kingsburry thieves den. Are we clear?'' They all bobbed their heads in confirmation before departing.
 

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Southron Bridge - Gate control.
Brady was nearing the end of his long shift. Evenfall was starting, and perhaps he could persuade Belkin to go someplace else tonight.
Before he knew what hit him he heard several loud bangs, then saw smoke. ''No....'' he said to himself quietly, people were running from it. ''Help!'' he heard people scream, others were jostling to get into the city.
''Belkin, what's goin... on...'' he turned to find Belkin, a few metres behind him, near the gate, with a slit throat, and placed on either side of him were two hooded figures. ''Clear the area of guards.'' One of them grunted.
Brady unsheathed his sword, glancing behind him. Several more were appearing from the smoke, cutting down surviving guards at their posts. ''The bridge ....has collapsed?!'' He asked himself, stunned.
Without hesitation, he ran to the nearest tower, hoping to escape the onslaught. He saw behind him another figure, pointing towards him, and his heart seemed to stop in his chest. He bolted up the spiral stairs of the tower, with the figure in persuit.

Embassy Towers
Idarion continued to jabber on about expenses and hierarchy, among other things, When the doors opened to a red headed woman, dressed in a black robe. ''Sorry to intrude, but I have a message for Councillor Idarion'' She said politely, gripping something in her back pocket. ''Tasina, why didn't your guards have her wait outside?''
The robed woman surveyed her surroundings for a moment. She smirked, tossing a bloody dagger at her feet, before hurling a fireball at Idarion's chest. He let out a scream of pain. ''Guards! Stop her'' Tasina cried fierely. The two Snow Elfs blasted the woman with ice spikes, but she seemed to dance out of the way. Before Tasina knew what was happening, the Robed woman had cast a jet of air, blasting open the nearest window, jumping out of it carelessly. Tasina raced to the window, turning to the guards. ''Alert the Org, but not of... this.'' she ordered them, pointing at Idarion's body. She then took off after her, using her limited Air abilities.

Port Neven
''Right, so that's the layout, and so w- we-...'' Telesse pointed at the ships. ''Dareon! The ports on fire!'' Now there was commotion in the inn, as hooded figures approached the building with torches.
''We need to get out of here, now!'' Belkin barked, unsheathing his sword and bolting out the front doors.
Telesse followed, and they were confronted by a dozen of the strangers. several were already lighting the buildings nearby using Flame magic. ''This tavern is a den of thieves, you won't leave here alive!'' One of them shouted, ''Stop what you're doing! By the order of the Conglomerate!'' Dareon shouted, mustering all the authority he could. The cloaked man shook his head, shooting a bolt of lightning at Dareon, he ducked, it barely missing his head.

Telesse rolled towards the nearest table, instantly shifting vines near her foot to strangle anyone near her. From the corner of her eye she saw a fireball come her way, and almost instinctively she took up a low stance and created a wall from the cobblestone at her feet, shielding her from the blast.
''I haven't done this in years'' she whispered, exhilarated.

Gate control Watchtower
Brady found a dusty supply room on the 3rd floor he could hide in. He glanced through a small window to find that these killers were letting civilians through. From the balcony, he stared down below. He could always jump. Take his chances with the tide..but he was too old..
In the corner, he spotted a young soldier, Urin, he was called. ''What's going on down there? Is it an invasion?'' He asked, anxious. ''Would that were it be,'' Brady mumbled, staring at the young man as the door creaked open, and he was hit by an Ice spike.
Brady looked up, emotionless. ''Why?'' He mumbled, an elf appeared behind the killer, shrugging ''No survivors,'' he sighed, shooting a blast of air at Brady, sending him flying out through the balcony.

Port Neven
Dareon dodged and deflected all attacks the men threw at him with his sword, waiting for Telesse's defence.
As she dragged her wall towards Dareon, she saw that the inn had begun to collapse, and not everyone had left yet, many people were still near the entrance of it, and only a few were able to escape through the back before it collapsed.
''Well don't just stand there, Help!''
She threw a glare at Dareon, as if to ask where the other new recruits had gone to.

Nearer the gates, the guards found themselves near overpowered by the killers, with no reinforcements in sight. By now only the lucky few ships that had escaped ports were not ablaze, and Telesse is now just glad her ship left so soon.
Other buildings were now dancing in the flames, and while the fire would never spread over the Neven's thick city walls, considerable damage had been done to the (mostly) wooden port.

The skies
Tasina embraced the cold night air, and the bracing wind that had engulfed her, and she was now giving full chase to the red headed woman, gliding through the air and propelling herself with the only magic she was talented in: Air.
They were moving further and further away from the Tower District, and over a seedier part of the city. That was when the robed woman turned around and simultaneously shot a flurry of fire at Tasina, and on the rooftops, it appeared she had a few allies.
''I can't keep this up,'' Tasina growled, just lucky enough for this hail of projectiles to not directly touch her yet. Then an ice shard clipped her knee, a shot of pain rippled through the lower half of her body, and then she was spiralling....
 

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At Southron, Larsel was waltzing quietly to his destination, when he saw from the corner of his eyes some cloaked figures hopping from roof to roof right over to the bridge. Naturally, his instincts kicked in from his old days leading troops, plus, cloaked figures on rooftops was never a good thing. It could have been nothing, but Larsel began to make a calm trot back to the bridge...that was until he heard the explosion.

"Well shit."

Larsel reached for his lance and began running towards the bridge. He was already quite close and saw Brady running up the stairs with an assassin in hot pursuit. As much as Larsel wanted to help him however, there was the matter of the other assassins in front of him. As Larsel prepared himself to run for Brady, he saw the poor guard's body come flying out of the tower in a gust of air, hitting the ground with a thud. That, would be their last mistake.

Larsel's men had to have heard it and were probably coming close at this point, all he had to do was stall, or maybe just kill them now. Larsel slammed himself through one of the doors into the stockades and ran up stairs, guard corpses scattered all about. This was a brutal massacre for sure. Still, he wasted no time and found a few guards fighting for their lives, assassins closing in.

Larsel tossed his lance instinctively, impaling one of the assassins and pulling the lance from its chain back into his arms. The assassin fell to the floor, dead. All attention was on Larsel now. a whirlwind of cloaks came rushing at him, and Larsel calmly cast an illusion to make multiple copies of himself, charging at the weakest looking group of assassins. He routed them and ripped through another's body with ease.

While this ocurred, the other guards began to fall in formation and started to push the assassins back. This was looking like a fight now, and a winnable one.

One of the cloaked figures threw a fireball through Larsel's clone and Larsel followed up with a lance to the face, ripping the poor man's head off. This dance of death continued as Larsel would block daggers with his armor and punch people in the face, giving the guards opportunity to make their own strikes. The cloaked figures saw this was pointless and began to retreat, but not before Larsel could impale his lance on one of their legs, trapping them.

Larsel ran up to the disabled assassin, picked his head up and slammed it against the wall with about thirty percent of his force. The cloaked figure was out cold. "I am going to have some questions for him. Get out of here and take him to a prison, now!" The guards quickly left and took the cloaked man to be interrogated. Larsel wasn't going to be done until he could find that Assassin who killed Brady. He ran up into the bridge area to survey the conditions.
 

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Felldryt saw the incoming wave of baddies, and began laughing wildly as he put his helm on and drew his sword. Unfortunately for him, he'd ended up under a particularly tall table, and when he drew his sword with his usual enthusiasm, it wedged into the table.
 

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Through the chaos, Marlocke could pick out the sound of the explosions. Were they getting nearer? Another group of heavily-armed thugs were pushing their way inside.
This can't be right.
The others were springing into action around him, but Marlocke just backed towards the wall, stunned. It had been a long time since he'd last faced anybody outside of a training session.
This is a mistake. This doesn't happen to me.

He fumbled for his sword as he caught the eye of a heavy-set man who was wrenching a hatchet out of the skull of an unfortunate patron. The man grinned, gore dripping onto his leather vest. Marlocke tried again to draw his sword but his hands were shaking so much that he couldn't get a grip. The thug was almost on him. Desperately, Marlocke lunged at him, grabbing the hand with the axe. If I can just stop him for a moment I can think of a-
The thug kicked him in the ribs, sending him sprawling against the wall.
Gasping for breath, Marlocke looked up incredulously as the man raised the hatchet again -

- at which point there was a deafening explosion as the wall burst inwards on top of them.
 

Malbourne

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The snow elf almost instinctively jumped behind the bar and flattened himself against the rear wall, hoping beyond hope the intruders would let him leave unnoticed.

Fire. Fire!

Any misgivings Kaddika had possessed before entering this questionable tavern were vindicated as the establishment was swiftly engulfed in dancing flames. He immediately felt short of breath, panic rising from the pit of his stomach. Sweat beaded on his pale skin. The sounds of commotion grew exponentially louder by the second.

As he strafed the perimeter of the room in a half-dazed stupor, Kaddika caught sight of the high elf through the haze of smoke. He brought a sleeve up to his mouth to breathe a bit more easily, redoubled the strength of his frost coat with a hastily stuttered spell and concentrated on keeping a low profile behind the upturned furniture as he approached the inquisitor, who seemed to be engaged in combat with somebody.

Before Kaddika could react, the inquisitor had been cornered by his opponent and was about to be finished off when the wall erupted in a deafening hail of debris and stonework. A crossbeam flew into the snow elf's midriff, knocking him to the ground and effectively pinning him.
 

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With a tug, Felldryt removed his sword from the offending furniture, then cleaved it in half for good measure.

"Woohoo! Party Time!" He yelled, before diving out the window and into the fray. One of the men swung his sword at him, which Felldryt headbutted away before swinging his sword at the man's legs, severing one and biting deeply into the other. Another had tried to sneak up on him, and actually got within dagger range before the fairy just jumped on him, flailing about with his entire body as they rolled on the ground.
 

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Telesse finished bringing the wall over to Dareon's aid, she then turned her attention to the burning inn behind them. ''Does anyone know how to move water?!'' she screeched. The two of them were now caught between their protective wall, and the searing heat of the burning inn.
Taking up a stance, she thrusted her arms upwards. Pillars of stone rose up, keeping the front entrance open, as well as to help support whatever loadbearing walls in danger of collapse.

Then the Elf spun out onto the street with them.
''Well at least someone's out...'' Dareon mumbled, creating a small veil of fire, shielding himself from incoming blasts from either direction.
 

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Blood everywhere. Bits and pieces of guards who were just about to switch off were scattered about. Sub-bridges empty, Larsel didn't expect it to be this bad, but such was the result of such things. While he had helped a few guards escape, the vast majority were either dead, or dying. How this many assassins managed to slip in was beyond Larsel, but there was hardly any point in wondering.

Two distant horns blared, ivory clad and harsh sounding. Larsel smiled, it was about damned time. His lieutenants had to have seen him by now. The assassins, startled, had miscalculated. Larsel's army was here in force now, there was no escape for them. Death would come quickly.

"Round two, you bastards! Don't think you can escape."

Larsel made a quick spell to have his voice echo through the whole field. "I want all of these bastards either dead, or in chains by the end of this. Hear me? Don't let any escape and I raise everyone's wages!"

A roar echoed through all of his armies, at least one hundred men were outside the gates, and another hundred inside the city looking to kill some assassins. Larsel ran back to his army, and with their leader out of sight, arrows began raining down upon the bridge everywhere except where the remaining guards were. Cloaks turned into pin cushions. Those who escaped past the arrows and towards sub-bridges found themselves surrounded by mercenary soldiers and taken prisoner.

The assassins couldn't have seen this coming. Larsel wondered how they could have forgotten about him, but it didn't matter. Now he was happy he had sent half his army out cleaning up the remaining bandits, this pincer couldn't have gone better. City-side, his army was still getting organized, and might have actually suffered heavy losses if it wasn't for Larsel's expert leadership. Larsel had to have cut down at least twenty cloaks before the fighting stopped. A few of his own mercenaries were dead, which would cover the wage increases. Larsel smiled a wicked smile to a captive assassin.

"You are mine now. Not a single person will come to help you." Larsel pointed to a soldier and said "Take all of the prisoners to our barracks, strip them and take everything. These guys are crafty, bind them and ensure the rooms are bare. They won't be needing food or water. I will be joining them soon. Report to the city that every assassin was killed. I don't need them yelling at me." Several soldiers nodded and orders were relayed through the squad as hurrahs were shared. One desperate cloaked female tried to escape, but was quickly caught, her arms and legs were then broken one by one before she was grabbed by two soldiers. One of the sergants yelled "Anyone else feel like running?" Larsel laughed. Then he thought about the note he was given. He wondered if this had something to do with it. Either way, interrogations were first.
 

TheDoctor455

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As soon as the fighting broke out, Marcelle scanned the inn for escape routes. None besides the windows and doors leading right out into the streets where the fighting was taking place presented themselves to her. While she could have handled herself well enough in a fight, it seemed better, for the time being, to stay out of it. The Inquisitors around her probably wouldn't expect a woman to defend herself as well as she could so... it would likely raise suspicions if anyone working one of her other cases was around.

For the most part, she manged to stay out of harm's way, occasionally the odd far-flung object or weapon would graze her as it barely missed her. Still, Marcelle kept calm. Even as an explosion went off just outside the inn and toppled a wall... right on top of the Inquisitor that she had been talking to earlier.

On the one hand, the newly exploded wall offered a new escape route that... had about a 50/50 chance of getting her killed. On the other, it might help her later on if she at least tried to save the Inquisitor. On yet another hand, it would mean one less Inquisitor to bother her later if he died now... though he hardly seemed significant enough to really make that much of a difference if he died in this fight. One one last hand, it was usually better to have a grateful ally than a bitter enemy. So...

After that brief moment of thought, Marcelle rushed to the wall and started digging, to help lift some of the bigger objects off. It wasn't easy, but it seemed like she was making progress and that the Inquisitor would manage to wriggle out from under the wall when...

another explosion rocked the inn, this time from behind the kitchen.

Marcelle let out a reflexive gasp as the floor had apparently decided that it had taken enough abuse and had given up on supporting either of the two adults on top of it. It gave out, and Marcelle and the Inquisitor tumbled into the basement, along with anyone else nearby with bad footing or nothing nearby to grab onto.
 

Malbourne

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Kaddika was amazed the most immediate injury he could diagnose was a sore midriff. Head still ringing from the second explosion, and stomach still aching from the strike of the beam, the snow elf slowly sat up and attempted to take stock of his position. The inn several yards above blazed furiously, the roof teetering dangerously near a complete collapse. the basement floor was slowly becoming a collection of rubble, smoking tinder, and embers, and the night was still filled with the distant roar of combat and blazing fires. Something had broken his fall; Kaddika glanced beneath him and let out a startled cry, scampering to his feet to put distance between himself and the corpse. On closer inspection, he recognized it as the body of one of the intruders, a wide cut swathed across his chest.

A quick glance about the dark basement revealed the poor inquisitor, at least very bruised by now, and the odd girl who'd been stalking him earlier, the pair of them lying in a heap of rotten sacks of cabbage. Kaddika rushed over as quickly as he could, flinching as one of his legs flared with pain. "A-are y-you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?" He knelt by the two figures, his panting becoming more ragged as the ashy air filled the cellars. "Are you even conscious?"
 

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The rubble was pressing down on Marlocke's back. His ears were ringing - he couldn't hear anything but the blood pounding in his head.
He felt - or was he just imagining? - the pressure lift a little - maybe somebody was digging--

--the next second he was lying in a heap on the floor of the basement. He gasped for breath, filling his lungs with smoke and dust. His head was spinning, and there were...little dancing lights in front of his eyes.
Coughing, Marlocke tried to stand. Then - a violent pain shot through his side. Broken ribs. He cried out, doubling over.
 

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Hrothius spent a few minutes drinking glass after glass looking at the smiling faces of all the people now drinking for free. "That's what it's all about" he thought to himself. Then a mass of shouting came all around him. He turned around in his stool and looked through the window seeing the burning across the docks.

Within seconds the inn was burning as well. Hrothius attempted to stand up to join the fleeing crowd. It was at this moment he realized he may have drank a little too much. He stumbled immediately falling to his hands and knees. The room was spinning and the yelling became painful. Within the moments where he attempted to regain his footing the building had already begun to collapse. He made it to his feet. As pieces of roof began to fall and he headed for the exit an explosion shook the room but he managed to retain balance. He turned to see an two elves trapped under debris.

He tried to run over to help free them when a second explosion rang out. He stumbled grabbing the window sill to keep upright watching as others fell in the growing hole.Now he was hanging above an abyss. Realizing he had nowhere else to go he let go. He landed feet first, but his knees buckled and he ended up flat on his back. He breathed for a few moments and said, "Is everybody...okay?" In a slurred voice.
 

Malbourne

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"D-don't move!" Kaddika hissed urgently, trying to push the inquisitor back down. A cursory examination suggested the elf's ribs were fractured. Best to treat that elsewhere. Kaddika noticed the drunkard still possessed locomotion, and shouted, "Give me a hand here! Can you carry the high elf?"

Not bothering to see if his command had registered, the doctor scrambled over to where the girl lay. He wrinkled his nose; an acrid smell distinct from the smoke and charcoal was overpowering him, and it wasn't from the sack of rotten vegetables. He glanced about and saw an exposed portal, probably a hidden passage revealed by the inn's collapse. "I think there's a way out!" he yelled over the crumbling structure. The girl seemed alright, but a concussion was hard to diagnose in this state of affairs. As flaming debris rained down in heightening intensity, Kaddika grunted with exertion, arms trembling, and began dragging his conscious-or-otherwise patient towards the prospective exit...
 

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"I'll take that as a no," Hrothius replied to the elf. "But, if I can manage...to stand up...I'll carry him." His knees were paining him but his drunken dizziness was what was giving him the most trouble. He got to his hands and knees to ground himself a bit. He planted his right foot strongly into the ground and forced himself up to a standing position. He slowly walked over struggling to maintain balance as his knees ached. He wrapped his arms around the High Elf and forced him onto his shoulder. He was just able to make out the movements of the elf who had called out to him and began to follow him. "Do you... See.. An exit?"
 

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To say that today was not Marcelle's day would be a bit of an understatement, to say the least. Apparently, trying to free someone from a small hill of rubble while a fight was raging outside wasn't the best of ideas. And the trip to the basement didn't do her any favors either. She tried to sit up but she found that moving her left hand at all sent a chain of sharp stabbing jolts up her arm. Then another tendril of pain shot out from her right side... looked like a bunch of splinters had lodged into her side. Hard to tell in the dark, but the damage looked shallow.

Also, she was feeling a bit dizzy, even just lying down wasn't helping. Whoever was dragging her along the floor certainly wasn't helping with her disoriented state. Still, she was hardly in a position to complain. Its not that she really thought she'd start gurgling blood if she opened her mouth, but better safe than sorry.

Didn't appreciate being dragged, but as they seemed to come to a stop, she found she was next to a wall. And luckily enough, it was to her right. Using the wall to brace herself, she slowly, and painfully tried to pick herself off of the floor. She nearly fell back on her ass at first, grunting in pain as she struggled to right herself, putting a lot of her weight onto the wall. Eventually though, she was able to stand up again... as long as she kept a firm grip on the wall. The room seemed to be spinning... a lot.

"Ugh..." she said after breathing slowly to calm herself down, "That's... ehh... what I... ah... get. Unngh. For trying to play hero. Ugh. Idiot."
 

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Felldryt stumbled as an assassin tried to stab him in the back, and while it didn't pierce his armor, it certainly didn't feel good. Bringing the pommel of his sword whipping around, he smashed the unsuccessful assassin in the face, shattering it. Seeing a group coming towards him, he charged while laughing maniacally, and began to chop them down from the bottom up. With the amount there were, they did land several hits, but his armor repelled the attacks.
 

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Dareon looked at Felldryt's flailing and nodded at him to Telesse. She gave up on sustaining the building's integrity, before raising her arms towards the fairy.

A column of stone shot up from the ground, sending him several metres into the air.

She then maintained her stance, stomping twice with her right foot, and the ground below Felldryt began to crack and ripple, knocking the surrounding killers off of their feet.
 

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"Woohoo! I can fly!"

As he fell back to the ground, he flipped and landed straight on one of the assassins. Getting up and rubbing his bum from the impact, he began skipping across the bodies, seeing how many times in a row he could hop from face to face. One managed to get up, and then fell back down as a sword sprouted from his chest, with the fairy using it as a lever to launch himself unto another unfortunate killer.

"Thank you pretty lady! This is the most fun I've had in weeks!"