Assassination Contract: Olivia Sutton

Job title:
Assassination Contract: Olivia Sutton

Rank:
B

Player Requirements:
- One B rank mage
- Or two C rank mages,
- Dark Mages only

Job Requirements:
- 300 words per post
- 25 posts minimum

Job Location:
Hargeon Town

Job Description:
As a 60 year old and former Lamia Scale mage, Olivia Sutton no lives the pleasant life of a retired woman. Which consists of course out of long walks through the town, helping out at the local homeless shelter and entertaining the young. However these pleasant mundane days wasn't what Olivia was all about. Around 40 years ago she was just like all the young mages. A young adult who wanted to make her fame and fortune and have as many adventures as possible.

However four decades later, one of those adventures has caught up to her in the form of an old enemy. Who after many, many years still has a burning desire for revenge. Unfortunately he has been sitting on that revenge for so long, that he has well has become old. Old enough, that he is to frail to take care of Oliva himself.
There for he has put up a request to any Dark Guild, asking them to finish what he can't anymore.

However, the target is Olivia and Olivia alone. Meaning that no one else can die, if so, that will immediately nullify the contract. Another request from the client is, to make it personal. Without any onlookers around. So you have to stalk Olivia as she walks around town, and wait for the perfect opportunity to face her and kill her off. But not without giving one final goodbye from her old enemy.

Boss:
Olivia Sutton
B - Rank
Don't underestimate her because she is old. She is still a mage and she hasn't reached this age unscathed because she was a bad one. This woman is a stone hard veteran, who knows what she is doing. So taking her down won't be as easy. In fact it wouldn't be such a surprise that she is going to be aware of you following her through town.

Olivia uses a magic that is called Gold Make, and has the ability materialize gold from liquid to hard forms. Thing of large puddles where spikes shoot out. As well as any other form of weaponry you can imagine.


Rewards:
17.000 Jewels

Dusk, the darker stage of twilight was finally setting over the port town, taking away the last remaining rays of sun that glimmered and stretched out over the endless sea till the horizon and beyond. Only to fade away, and be replaced by the serenity of nightfall.

However, there was nothing serene about what Viktor was about to do. Here in the renowned port town of Hargeon, with the red sun settling at the horizon, there was a woman. Roughly sixty years old and a former Lamia Scale mage. Who when younger was quite the adventurer. Oh she traveled far and wide, searching for new excitement in the farthest corners of the world. Only now ten years after her retirement from the guild and adventures alike, one of those said adventures has finally caught up with her. In the form of an old nemesis who still bares a grudge till this very day. Enough so, to even put out a job offer to the darkest of guilds, asking for someone to kill Olivia Sutton.

So now here he was, Viktor R. Albeit. Standing on a hill, overlooking the grand port. Dressed in his usual attire that gave away that he was normally one of the serving staff, instead of a full time mage. On his side, bugled a simple sheath with in it a sword stowed away. Ready to cut anyone who would be standing in his way.
He was a rather strange appearance, not only because of his attire. But more so because the man himself was around the age of seventy three. Basically far beyond the standard retirement age, and definitely not one of the young and energetic mages, people often see when they're out on jobs.

What encouraged this old timer to actually go out and do a job was a mystery, maybe it was to find a bit of nostalgia from his younger days. Maybe it was stubbornness, a man not ready to admit he was to old for this kind of thing. Or maybe it was just how he wanted to spend his remaining years on this earth.

'Quite the view' He said to a yet unrevealed silhouette behind him 'Don't you agree mistress?'