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*thumbs up*
...a priority. The target was dead -whether it was by his hand or not was irrelevant- and his continued presence in the area was ... |
...just asking to get himself killed. He had no idea why all these armed men were even here but he was starting to suspect that...
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...it had something to do with his recent altercation with the natives. Perhaps that meant there was a town nearby. He changed direction, heading down...
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...and following the trail of the armed company. If I follow this back, I should reach the town they started at.
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The body lay in the limestone hills, the blue feathered knife retrieved by it's owner. Black blood gradually seeped through the man's clothes, creeping to the ground below. |
The killer stood cleaning the knife with a black silk cloth. It had been an easy thing, to sow such chaos in the hunt, what with...
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...the tension with the local 'wildlife.' He chuckled, and slid the knife into his belt alongside three more, all decorated with blue feathers. His clothes were...
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...fine, yet functional, showcasing a certain refinement despite the less savory aspects of his trade. He drew his heavy mantle closed about himself, and...
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...kept on the path that the dead man had been taking, glacning back at the broken landscape where the other man had gone over. He knew he wasn't dead. He smiled.
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There was no hurry. This had been but the first contact of many. Let him reel in wonder, if he had even noticed at all. The time...
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...for nicities could come later, when it was more convenient for both of them. Besides, he had a contract to redeem.
* * *Scene change ;) The footpath was half-sunk... |
...in a bog, but at least it was empty. He couldn't help but wince at the splashes his feet made, but there was nothing...
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...about that would pose any great threat him in this area, beyond some of the more irritable local animals, and even they were scarce it seemed.
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As the night wore on and he began to relax, Gedard found himself wondering how things had gone so horribly wrong. Perhaps he should go and...
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...have an anti-celebratory drink at the town who's lights he could now see. If those lights where what passed for a town in this place, then...
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...he should be able to at least find somewhere to sleep off this most recent disaster. And after that, it was on to...
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...find a new job. He desperately needed to recoup the losses from the previous failure, and he hoped someone would have something, anything...
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...he could do to get some funds together. He'd had enough of this region, was planning to ship out to the...
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...next continet over, just to get as far away as possible from his previous employer. He had a sinking suspicion that he had been...
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...given a stale mark; one that had been on the boards for a while and had who knows how many hunters already on the job.
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...or even worse, a set-up. He couldn't think of anyone who particularly wanted him dead, but it was always a possibility...
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...for someone in his business. Now that he knew more about the extent of his new knife's powers, it might be easier to evade any...
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...unpleasant, unexpected acquaintances, old or new. Still, he didn't have enough money to settle down yet, and he was energetic enough in his middle age...
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...to keep on doing something, even if it wasn't his usual type of job.
Courier, perhaps. The thought raced across his subconscious almost without merit... |
...or maybe an advocate. He shook his head, sighing. No, probably more dangerous my current line of work, and certainly less moral. No, he'd have to...
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stick with what he knew, and what he knew best. For the last fourty years that had been stalking all manner of vermin into whatever pit...
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...they chose to call "home". It wasn't clean work, and it wasn't pleasant, but there was a certain satisfaction to it. It felt a bit like...
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...he was taking care of them so that honest people could stay honest. He could be the bad guy so others did not have to.
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The damned angel. The murderous martyr. Yes, it had an air of fulfillment about it, killing for a cause. Of course, the...
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...money didn't hurt. Forty years and he still had to convince himsef the cash was only a perk of the job. If it was a job well done.
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With Gedard thinking of what to do, he eventually fell asleep. While Gedard fell asleep, someone was watching him. This person had a outfit that...
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...blended well into the night. The figure could only wonder how the renowned Gedard was foolish enough to sleep with his window open.
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His window open and the curtains drawn. With the moon behind him, he may as well have been another shadow behind a piece of the cloth.
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However, this night he had no business with the renowned, but with the man who rested in the room next to him. He looked to be...
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...about 30 years old, but the truth was he was actually 60 years old, and had stolen some youth elixir. The owner had hired...
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...a person named Gate Song, who was a swordswoman. She also owned a pet that was a small baby kangaroo. The baby kangaroo had a ...
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...Injured leg that was bandeged...
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Quote:
I'm sorry for that, but the rules are there for a reason. |
poorly, but that didn't matter to the man, nor did the elixir have value to him. However, the guard, with the man, had a weapon, a ...
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... tool, and a mirror. What these items were used for, no one knew.
The night passes and Gedard awakes from his slumber. He had no ... |
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