- Job Sheet:
- Job Title:
Assassination Contract: The Copycat Gang
Rank:
C
Player Requirements:
- C rank
- Or two or more D rank mages,
- Azeron Alliance mages only
Job Requirements:
- 250 words per post
- 20 posts
Job Location:
Phoenix Mountains
Job Description:
Normally we don't bat an eye when a group of unknown thugs are killing and plundering, in fact we would even encourage such behavior. Anything to keep the Council and their knights busy, instead of going after the dark guilds. If it wasn't for the fact that these particular group is waving the flag of the dark guilds every time the commit a crime.
It is an insult to think to the dark guilds, and creates unnecessary and unwanted attention to our own activity. So what we need you to do is to scout the area, and take out all the member of their petty little gang.
We don't care how you do it, you can surprise them by acting as if you are one of the traveling merchants who traverses through the mountains. Or you wait and follow them back to their hide out. Either way works, as long as the result is the same.
- The Azeron Alliance
Enemies:
You don't have to roll, instead there is a set amount of enemies you have to kill.
Toby the Defiler - D rank
Why he calls himself that no one knows, in fact it is a bit pompous for someone who results to such petty crimes as looting the wares of dead merchants. He wield two knives, but hasn't got a clue on how to handle it as an actual weapon.
Kim Strange - D rank
A teenager gone bad, unable to handle the mundane life and after she got in with a bad crowd. She couldn't stop. She mostly stands on the sidelines and waits for the rest to do the hard work. So that she can enjoy the spoils later on.
Randy Booklet - D rank8
If there was a typical cliche on how a scumbag of a thug would look like it is him, bad hygiene rotten teeth. Poorly dressed in ragged clothes, and wielding blunt weapons as an axe or a club.
Wade Booklet - C rank
Randy's older brother, and just as much of a typical thug as him. However he at least knows how to wield a weapon, plus he is rather large in size as well. And wield what seems to be a heavy and painful to be hit with looking battle hammer.
Zack Storm - C rank
Someone who actually knows what he is doing, and it is unfortunate that he has to die. Since he is showing promise as a mage. His wind magic is superb for such a young age, and he can easily use it to cut through wooden carts.
Rewards:
12,000 jewels.
Every step I take
every fallen tear
--weaves another lie
will tomorrow come at last? in a million shards of broken glass. fate is bleeding through my resilient soul, dying it a pale and fragile blue. there is beauty in the lie, spoken like a bittersweet goodbye. still the brilliant light is beyond my reach, maybe i belong here, beneath the light of the moon. praise your palette of lies, for its a masterpiece that you have created. all of your promises, bleeding in flawless harmony.
It was his motive to snare that blonde-haired fool into the main hall after stealing his final bottle of wine. The containment was barely half full as he urged his figure lazily against one of the wooden tables - mildly twirling the cool glass in rythmic cirles, observing the liquid that pursued in desperate beat.
Wine was a common beverage served among royalty, and quite honestly, the Magi had learnt to grow genuinely accustomed to its bitter taste and irrelevant effects. Never caring to comprehend why people were so fond of these drinks when all they did was scorch your throat, was the one reason why he would sit and perplex how humans could become so consumed with the feeling. Just. Like. Gil. The numerous times he had seen him was when he always seemed to be drinking. Squinting down on everybody like vulgar insects whilst he, himself, strayed away from the scene in muted laughter. Hah. He chuckled briefly just reflecting on it.
But, his curiousity was routed toward the wine, twisting the cap off and hoisting it toward his lips as he downed the rest of it, emerging with discomfort in his sudden coughing as he placed the now empty wine bottle back onto the table. An odd feeling came across him, one slender hand situated against his forehead as he sensed a daze nearing, his teeth grinding together. Ah, yes, that was also why he loathed alcohol.. It was simply because he could never hold it.
Wine was a common beverage served among royalty, and quite honestly, the Magi had learnt to grow genuinely accustomed to its bitter taste and irrelevant effects. Never caring to comprehend why people were so fond of these drinks when all they did was scorch your throat, was the one reason why he would sit and perplex how humans could become so consumed with the feeling. Just. Like. Gil. The numerous times he had seen him was when he always seemed to be drinking. Squinting down on everybody like vulgar insects whilst he, himself, strayed away from the scene in muted laughter. Hah. He chuckled briefly just reflecting on it.
But, his curiousity was routed toward the wine, twisting the cap off and hoisting it toward his lips as he downed the rest of it, emerging with discomfort in his sudden coughing as he placed the now empty wine bottle back onto the table. An odd feeling came across him, one slender hand situated against his forehead as he sensed a daze nearing, his teeth grinding together. Ah, yes, that was also why he loathed alcohol.. It was simply because he could never hold it.
❚ WORDS 250 - ❚ TAGS @Blondie aka Gil - ❚ NOTES Short and crappy, gomen.
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