Malignant [12 Spot Knight and Assassin RP]

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Lyra The Assassin

((Guess who's back?! And there is another Duelist? I have to say I am rather disappointed about that. I wish that two shouldn't be aloud in the same class. They should use the classes that are left or create a new character to fit those classes.))

 

 

Lyra yanked her hood over her face, obsecuring it in shadows. She placed a gloved hand onto her belt, unhooking a vial filled with an ivory substance. Her trap was set. Right on que, Lyra heard the familar snorting of horses and the rattling of a pristine carraige. From her hiding spot in the foliage, Lyra could see the hooves of the two animals. She slammed the bottle into the ground, the vial shattered sndnthe liquid inside spilled out, releasing an acrid smell. The horses spooked, they whinnied loudly, rolling into their hind legs. The pair of beautifully tan mustangs​ charged down the dirt roads.

"Woah!" The merchant Manning the carriage demanded. But what was down was done. Lyra heaved herself from her hiding spot, sword in hand. She pelted along side the carraige. The merchant whom she was about to robbed cursed under his breath. He turned around, presumably to get a weapon- big mistake.

 

 

Lyra leapt into the carriage forcing her sword onto the thorax vertebra onto the man's back. Using her left hand, she unbuckled the reins, sending the expensive horses off and the carriage screeching to a halt. Sometimes in order to gain some, she hand to loose some. The merchant grumbled beneath her sword, Lyra glared at his face of disbeleif.

"Kind Sir... I am but a humbled Merchant, please, don't kill me." 

Lyra's lips pressed into a frown. Obviously this man wasn't used to traveling these parts of the kingdom. Otherwise, he'd know this was her territory. They always assumed she was a man, afterall, a proper lady never stole. 

"I was traveling over to the neighboring kingdom to trade for some money to depart from my home. Especially with all of the killings." T

he man merely whispered the last part. Lyra's frown depended. Some idiot has been going around murdering all of the rich nobility. Less prey for her.

 

 

"I have some advice. Talk. Less." Lyra growled deeply. 

The man nodded nervously. Lyra removed her sword point from his back and hoisted the man up, throwing him onto the ground in a cloud of dust. She treaded on top of him, earning a pained grunt. Lyra threw open the back of the carraige to see her stash. There was a cowskin sack full of what sounded like coins, a few exotic fruits which would fetch a high price on the market and a carefully preserved slab of bear meat- a rare delecacy. She shoved the coins jn her pocket, then packed the meat and fruit. She walked passed the man who was still lying on the ground, the coward. 

"Please." The merchant begged. 

Lyra ignored.

"At least tell me your name." He pleaded.

Lyra paused. What does he care? He's being robbed! Lyra glanced at him behind narrowed eyes and decided to answer, using her street name.

"Call me Shadow." She hissed and pushed her way into the thick woods heading home.

 

 

Lyra nudged open the week wooden frame- the sad excuse for a door to her cottage.

"Lyra?" Her mother's-Lily hopeful voice sounded from the small kitchen. 

Lyra smiled a smile only her mother could draw from her.

"I brought a treat." 

She said, wading into the kitchen and slamming the best meat onto the table along with the fruit and the money.  Her mother observed her through a worried gaze.

"Lyra," she meandered over to her daughter, placing a wrinkled hand on her shoulder, "you should really tell me where you get this food." 

Lyra shouldered her mother off, casting a dark look at her feet.

"I told you; it doesn't matter, as long as we're fed."

"But it does. We have fallen into dark times. It's no longer safe to wander the forest."

Lyra frowned. News takes a long time to reach the outskirts of the kingdom, she assumed that it would take the killer a long time to come here to. She hoped he wouldn't. 

"What other choice do I have? Dad abandoned us!" She retorted, jerking her hands into the sky.

Lily grabbed her gloved hands into her own time-worn ones.

"Your father was protecting you. You know as well as I do, he had to leave. If he doesn't they'd take you away, you cannot let your emotions take over like that again."

 

 

Lyra turned away from her mother.

"Just cook the meat."

 

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((@wolf and star ; hmmm, perhaps I shouldn't have allowed it if it makes you unhappy since you had the position taken first :/ I apologize, I should have asked.

perhaps we could have something of a middle ground and I add another class altogether so that there's still only one duelist but peymae isn't required to change completely change their character if you both are okay with that?? maybe something corresponding with peymae's character using a scythe?? perhaps a Reaper class?? otherwise idk.))

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((I would be fine with that. It's up to Peyma now.))

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Proobabblly should've thought of that

((Oh yeah, that's completely fine. In hindsight I probably should've thought about the people in the same class's opinions. The only reason I wanted more than one person per class is because my character doesn't really fit a Ranger, and that was the one left. I'm totally fine with a new class, and I really don't care what it is as long as it doesn't stretch my character too much.))

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Class idea: Ronin (Rogue

Class idea: Ronin (Rogue Samurai-like class)

 

An offensive assassin who aims to kill with a single strike Ronin are deadly combatants who prefer to fight in light armour and strike with extremely precise and forceful blows. Experienced Ronin have preternatural reflexes and an incredible degree of training in their swordsmanship that allow them to deftly deflect and counter enemy blows and well as strike with extreme precision. 

 

Ronin tend not to use poisons, instead they prefer to defeat their targets with pure swordsmanship. To a Ronin defeating the enemy in a single strike is the ultimate form of the blade. They may toy with their targets but their first killing blow will also be their last. 

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[[oh, nice nice. if peymae's game, I'm good with it too.]]

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Yes, that fits really well. Thanks for the suggestion! 

 

...I'm struggling on making a first post though xD

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Wait, Reaper class? Then would I have to change Zed then?

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((Alright. ^^))

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Havran Frieden - Scout

((Five more days left till I can get to my laptop ^-^ ))
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Havran sprinted through the forest just at the outskirt of the kingdom, leaving rustles in his wake and chirpings from scared critters. The grass was a little bit damp on his bare feet but it had an impeccable warmth from being heated by the sun. A cool breeze flew by every so often, keeping the young mercenary from getting too sweaty. It felt great to be conspicuous like this, to not have anything held him back from running freely.
Now if only he wasn’t blindfolded.
Using his seismic sense, Havran located a tree nearby and bolted towards it. He halted right in front of its sturdy trunk and did a backflip, hearing a swishing sound followed by a thunk. 'Must be a dagger,' the young man thought, smirking triumphantly as he ran into a narrow path shrouded by thick foliage.
Every time his foot connected to the ground, Havran would pick up even the slightest vibration in the area around him as long as it was attached to earthly substance. It was like echolocation, only that he used his limbs instead of his voice. He wasn’t sure why he possessed the ability to do so, seeing as his siblings didn’t have it. It didn’t bother him, though. This skill of his proved to be more than helpful numerous times.
When Havran reached the end of the path, he sensed that he was in an open field. Before he could make another move, a familiar sound called his name.
“I think that’s enough for today. You can take your blindfold off.” Havran did as the voice said, grinning cockily.
“Impressed, sister?”
“Noting that we do this on a daily basis, I’d be lying if I said I was impressed,” Sonya jokingly said.
“It’s only been three days and you’re already bored?” Havran asked in mock surprise.
“I get easily bored, little raven. Both you and Saber know that much,” Sonya chuckled.
“Saber…” Havran turned to look at the direction where the royal prison was, his ever so present smile fading. “I wonder if he’s holding up just fine.”
Havran thought back to what happened three days ago. His brother, found with grievous wounds, was convicted for a crime he hadn’t committed. Havran tried to get Saber an acquittal by searching for any evidence to prove the latter’s innocence. Unfortunately, those evidences he was searching for were, unsurprisingly, lost. Havran knew Saber’s former love must had eradicated them. The blonde couldn’t do anything when his brother was taken away, his shouts and cries were futile.
'Something’s still bothering me, though. Saber is really strong, he should have been able to fend off any danger he encountered. Yet, he was found in a near death condition. The medics even said it was a miracle he was still alive. Is it possible…?'
Havran sighed. 'If only I could visit and asked him about what happened. The guards wouldn’t let me or Sonya see him.'
“He’ll be fine. Saber’s a strong man, both physically and emotionally. It would take more than that to break him for good,” Sonya said, breaking Havran from his reverie.
“Yeah,” Havran curtly replied.
“By the way, have you heard about the prince’s death?” Sonya asked, changing the topic.
“That’s pretty much the talk of the town right now. Well, whispers of fear,” Havran said, turning to his sister, “Why you ask?”
“I managed to get a good look on the young prince’s injuries. If you ask me, his wounds were identical to Saber’s, just more gory. Our dear brother may thankfully be alive but the resemblance is uncanny,” Sonya reckoned, “Do you think whoever attacked Saber could be the mystery guy?”
“I’ve been thinking of the same thing, truth be told,” Havran said, flopping his back onto the grassy field, staring at the clear blue sky, “If his assaulter were the mystery killer…”
“Then he would be the only person that has ever survived their attack,” Sonya finished, “I doubt he remembers whatever happened, though. One of the medic who happened to be an acquaintance told me that whenever anyone asked him about the attack, a sharp headache would strike him. It’s safe to say he lost that particular memory.”
There goes our lead.
“Speaking of the attack, you heard that wench when she testified, didn’t you?” Sonya asked, sitting next to his brother.
“You mean big bro’s former girlfriend? Yep. She was lying when she said that she wasn’t involved with the incident but she was telling the truth about having no connection with the assaulter.” 'Another function of seismic sense,' Havran thought. Whenever people lied, their heartbeat would increase. Havran could detect their rising heartbeat no matter how slight the change might be, thus he could know whether someone was lying or not.
“How incredibly infuriating,” Sonya sighed exasperatedly. The two siblings stayed there for a moment in silence, enjoying the occasional breeze and the smell of grass. The longer time passed, the more Havran craved for his brother’s company. He desperately wanted to see how he was doing, to make sure he was alright even only for a second.
“Oh hey, the new weapons will arrive this afternoon, right?” Havran asked, distracting his own mind from anything related to his brother.
“Yes. I think we can pick it up right about now,” Sonya said, rising to her feet. She nodded her head to where the town was, “Let’s get a move on.”
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'Tis the season to be- oh. Wrong season

(Am I too late to make a character, or would I have enough time? I already know what and who she would be, so I wouldn't need a reservation.)

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'Ello, it's FlyingFury here! My dragons and I hope you'll enjoy your stay in our humble Signature. 

 

 

About Me:

 

I am a girl

I am a Libra

I am sleepy

My favorite color is blue

My favorite animal is a dragon (big surprise)

I enjoy singing, listening to music, writing, reading, and drawing

I listen to soundtrack type music, Imagine Dragons, Twenty-One Pilots, Frank Sinatra, Paul McCartney, and much more

I like Harry Potter, The Hobbit, The Lord of the Rings, Transformers #1-3 though #4 is alright, Transformers Prime, Disney, the first Pirates of the Caribbean, some anime, and more

I love flying, going fast, and rollercoasters

My Current (but often changing) Obsession Is: Bumblebee ;)

I have a wonderful German Shepherd/Labrador mix named Bailey, and I love her to death :3

I play other games as well, such as Skyrim, Diablo, and a couple Wii U gamesFeel free to hit me up in my message box if you play any of these games as well, I'd love to talk about them! :D

Also, holla at ur girl if you too have an undeniable love for enormous alien robots :')

 

 

About My Viking:

 

My Viking's Name is Chaoze

Chaoze has mid-back length brown hair usually in a ponytail, dark brown eyes, and typically wears white war paint on her face. She arrived at the School when she was about 10 years old. She can and will fight with anything she can get her hands on (mostly because she isn't good at fighting in the first place), but prefers to use swords above anything else

My main dragon is my white and blue Sand Wraith named Opal, unoriginally based off of my birthstone

[Character Backstories Currently Under Work]

I have many other dragons that I'm too lazy to list :P

I am a member of Hidden Moon

I currently have 2 Platinum Stars

 

 

Some Art:

 

^Opal, drawn by the talented Arrowalker! Thank you!^

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''Tis the season to be- oh. Wrong season

(Oh phew, thank goodness. I'll just hop to it then.)

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Swords and Daggers

Name: Rynn Omasin

Gender: Female

Age: 17

Group: Knight

Class: Fencer

Appearance: Dark brown hair and eyes with a smattering of freckles. She wears her long hair in a braid at almost all times, and can often be seen swatting at those annoyingly short hairs that come undone.

Personality: Rynn is usually easy-going and friendly. She can be stubborn at times, especially during an argument, and doesn't like admitting when she's wrong. Rynn tries her best to be optimistic and happy, no matter the situation. She is a daydreamer and a hopeful person, traits that occasionally get her into trouble. She often has trouble expressing love and affection to the people she cares about, while she will smother animals and pets in hugs and kisses without hesitation. 

History: Nothing important or unusual. Her family lives near the outskirts of the city. That is all.

Weapons: A long sword typically strapped across her back and a shorter sword at her waist for closer combat. In addition, Rynn usually wears flexible arm bracers that go up to her knuckles. These bracers are covered in sharp grooves that both protect her upper arms and allow her to deal a nasty backhand slap.

Romantic Partner: None, but she is open to guys. Just make sure you drop some hints or somethin' cuz I can be veerryyy blind to these kinds of things -.-;

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Rynn

"Buzz off."

The pigeon tilted its head to regard Rynn with a stark yellow eye. She glared at it, and it seemed to glare right back. 

Rynn really did not like guard duty. It was dull and slow, and rarely did anything exciting happen. Standing outside the castle walls, Rynn could think of nothing better than sleeping at the moment. While the sun looked amazing in the cloudless blue sky, it felt anything but. It was terribly hot. The breeze, while cool, was scant and far between. Any stray strands of hair were plastered to Rynn's face, and she didn't bother to brush them away for once. 

Normally, Rynn would be warming up with her sword, or maybe fencing with a good friend. Instead, she was out here. It really was to be expected. 

The mysterious killer had brutally murdered several castle guards not but two weeks past. Add the unnerving death of young prince, and... well, it wasn't good. Rynn immediately took her mind off of the thought. She didn't like the sense of fear it entailed. 

'Well, it could be worse. It could be raining." Rynn told herself. The pigeon pacing the ground beside her regarded the girl skeptically again. She frowned and kicked some dirt at it, scaring it away. The irritating pigeon flew off, leaving a pile of bird poop in its wake. She was just about to complain to the knight next to her when he turned to face her and said,

"The head knight is returning from his meeting away the palace." 

Rynn perked up instantly.

"Really?"

"Yeah, Augustus just told me."

"Isn't Augustus supposed to be on patrol?"

The knight just shrugged and grinned.

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Kostis Wither| |Knight| |Champion & Syle| |Assassin| |Ranger

[Kostis Wither||Champion]

As Kostis entered the training yard he could hear the sounds of someone practicing coming from ahead of him. Upon setting his golden gaze forward he could tell it to be the young Guardian Wallace, even at the distance of crossing from the other end of the yard, due to the younger knight's large build and height. The Guardian was the only one currently warming up, most other knights either on guard duty or away from the castle, in the city attempting to keep things peaceful. Kostis studied Wallace's progress for a moment as he walked around the edge of the courtyard towards the other side, noticing the tall knight had a concentrated and determined air about him today as he trained, in contrast from his usual friendly and optimistic attitude.
Suddenly Kostis's attention was diverted towards a conversation taking place ahead of him between three knights on duty.
"He's coming back as we speak, then?" One asked.
"Indeed. Sir Blakesley is returning from the meeting," Another informed the other two eagerly listening knights, as well as causing Kostis to raise an eyebrow at the sound of the head knight's name being uttered. The blue-haired knight walked purposefully towards the group and the three jumped and straightened up guiltily at being caught talking rather than guarding by a higher ranking soldier. But Kostis himself paid that fact no mind.
"Is this true?" Kostis asked tersely, and the three knights nodded hurriedly in response.
"We just heard some of the others talking about it. It seems he should arriving anytime." One of the guards chimed in. "And it seems he has news about something."
"Perhaps what happened at the meeting?" Another guessed, the three knights so excited they seemed to once again forget they were supposed to be on duty instead of gossiping. "Doubt we'll hear about it at our ranks though, it all seems very hush hush, doesn't it?"
At this disclosure Kostis felt a strum of nervousness and anticipation run through him simultaneously. If what the knights had said were true, what news would Sir Blakesley bring back with him? Might the head knight finally have a plan on what to do regarding the murders? And who might he have been talking to?
Kostis felt a million questions rush though his mind at once but knew standing around and guessing would get him nowhere. The Champion turned from the three chatting guards and continued his way across the courtyard towards the other side of the castle, the direction of the front gates.

As he strode through the halls, the servants and knights who had earlier been nearly silent were talking about the head knight's return, all hopeful that it would bring good news.
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[Syle||Ranger]
Syle huffed softly under his breath, a bead of sweat trickling uncomfortably down his back in the heat of the sunny day. He pushed a strand of hair behind his ear, gazing around the crowded street with blue orbs before slipping into an alley and off of the busy of the main road.
The sun was now mostly blocked by the high buildings and houses around him, Syle allowed a small sigh to escape his mouth as he tread through the dank alleyway, stepping over trash and filth along his way and ignoring a few rats nibbling on rotting scraps in the shadows, their beady red eyes following him as he strode along. The assassin wasn't fazed by the foul appearance, as well as stench, of the alley, having spent plenty of time in similar areas in his youth, but he disliked being in them all the same. But it would make his progress quicker in getting to his destination than by going through the main roads, as well as would be more discrete. Even the homeless and drunks who might usually litter these unpleasant areas were far and few between, only the most foolish choosing to wander into such an area with the killings going rampant.
Foolish or not, Syle chose to take his chances.
Arriving at his destination, the backside of an old tavern no longer in business, the young assassin leaned against a decaying wooden post that looked dangerously close to snapping in half if too strong of a gush of wind somehow happened through the dark passage between buildings. But the stake held.
Noticing the slightest hint of shadow moving within shadow at the edge of his vision, Syle pushed up off the post, one of the hands at his side already holding a sharp dagger between his fingers. He heard a deep chuckle and a middle aged man silently appeared out of the darkness cast by the buildings on either side and into the dim light streaming through from above.
"I see you're still as perceptive as ever," The man said, strolling forward in a casual manner, but Syle knew not to underestimate the man despite how he acted or appeared. He gazed at the man; the man looked to be in his 40s with dark but graying hair, salt and pepper stubble that hadn't been shaved in the last day or so, dull grey eyes, rugged yet handsome features, a slightly crooked nose, though whether it had come from birth or from a long ago skirmish or the like, Syle was unsure. Syle thought for years the man was a mere thief but now knew he was much more. "Most still can't figure out when I'm around but you seem to get quicker at finding me out every time."
"Or perhaps you're getting more unrefined in your old age, old man." Syle responded, slipping his knuckle dagger back into it's hidden slot on his person.
"I'm not that old," The man retorted, tsking. "Learn to respect your elders. Or at least learn how to take a compliment, gods dam.n, kid."
Syle grinned despite himself. "As much as it's nice to catch up, let's cut the chit-chat. What is it you wanted to talk about, Markus?"
"The top guys want you on a job." Markus replied, not revealing anything else. Syle waited for a moment but the man didn't say anything more.
"And? It's not like it's the first time they've called for my work. Surely you can tell me what it's about? No one's around." Syle was confident on his last statement, he would be able to tell if the average, or even not so average person, like with Markus, was around. The alley was abandoned.
"Can't say for sure. They just told me to get ahold of you since I'm one of the only ones that can and drag you here. I know you hate doing jobs in the city but this one seems really important."
"I thought you said you didn't know anything about the job," Syle shot back.
"Don't," Markus sighed, scratching the back of his neck. "But they wouldn't be calling you for here for nothing. I'm just passing along the message that you should get your a** near the castle and wait for further instructions."
"Something about this sounds fishy," Syle raised a brow, his blue eyes staring at Markus through the gloom but the man just shrugged.
"Go, don't go. Do what you want. But I'd do what they ask. You might be a high-class assassin but you don't want to avoid an order from the league, especially at a time like this." Markus looked upwards towards the sky, as if judging the time.
"Well, I better be off. And you should be, too." Markus said, holding two fingers up to his head in a sloppy salute. "Try to avoid anything involving this killer business. Even ol' Capricorn wasn't able to take whoever this guy is on. Just walking around in these allies like your doing is brainless, boy."
Syle scoffed. "Thanks for the advice, but what does that make you then?"
Markus just laughed. "A fool. But then again I took you in and made you into what you are now, so maybe that right there tells you something."

Syle snorted at the comment as Markus walked back into the shadows without another word. After a moment he was gone.
Syle sighed again, pushing off to head towards the better part of town without a glance back.

 

[[aight. if your knight isn't at the castle, maybe have them know to come by messenger/letter/etc. upon the head knight's arrival.

assassins can similarily find out to come to the castle/'s surrounding area even if they don't know what for/are already there for another reason and find out soon enough too.]]

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Lyra The Assassin

Lyra sat at the table in silence, tracing a government finger over the old wooden framework. Their house was a small 3 roomed cottage. Lyra probably could afford a fancier place to reside however, she diddnt wish to invoke suspicions upon her mother. Although, she probably had already guessed. Lyra listened as Lily moved around the kitchen, preparing the best meat she brought home and setting the fruit on the table to ripen. 'Morrow Lyra would head out to the market to sale the exotic fruit, then she could purchase a newer table. Yes, Lily would take pleasure in that and may even forget about their recent disagreement. 

'BANG' 'BANG'. 'BANG'

 

The knocking at the door jerked Lyra from her chair, the antique complained with a screech. Lily appeared in the doorway of the kicthen.

"Did you invite someone?" She asked. 

Lyra bit the inside of her lip. She diddnt like guests. She was about to ignore it when the knocking came again- only this time louder, more impatient.

'BANG' 'BANG'. 'BANG'

 

Lyra brushed past her mother and opened the door, eyes hard with intensity. A well trimmed man donning cheesy attire Stood before her.

"Does Lyra Wolf live here?" The Man declared in his annoyingly pristine accent.

"That depends, who's asking?" Lyra replied, placing her hand on her hip.

The man coughed. "Excuse my rudeness," he bowed low, then unscrewed the lid and produced a scroll from it's canister, "I do not wish to intrude but I have a message from the king." 

Lyra pursed her lips tightly, worrying that she was in trouble.

"It is decreed that Lyra Wolf makes a presence at the castle gates idmeatiantly, there she will stand upon further instruction." He said regal-like.

It was all Lyra could do not to laugh in his face.

"Why would I do that?" Lyra challenged.

The man blinked, clearly not expecting an refusal. The idiot. He regained himself. "It is the king's wish."

"Since when did I care about the king? I say good riddance!"

The messenger shifted uncomfortably.

"What is stopping me from killing you right where you stand?" Lyra asked leathly.

"Lyra!" Lily scolded from across the room. "Be polite."

The Man gulped. Then he attempted to fix Lyra with a hard stare- it diddnt work.

"We know who you are Lyra Wolf, we have you written down under the Alliance: The Shadow."

 

 

In the background her mother gasped. Lyra clenched her fists. Everyone in their part of town heard about the Shadow, Lily diddnt know that the Shadow WAS her.

"I don't know what you're talking about!" Lyra hissed and shoved the msn out the door, she stepped outside and slammed it just behind her. "What do you want?" Lyra snapped in a hushed whisper. She did not need her mother to over hear the conversation.

"I already told you, to report to the palace gates."

"Why should I?"

"Because if you don't, we will have you executed and your mother thrown in prison." He said smugly.

Lyra was seething. She wanted to punch this man badly, but she diddnt want to loose her life over it.

"So you black mail me?" She regarded the messenger with narrowed eyes. "Fine!"

 

 

Lyra turned around and stormed into the house, she grabbed her swords and potions. 

"Mom I have to go." She stated bluntly.

"Sweetie, should we talk abo-"

"Don't expect me for dinner." Lyra stalked out of the house and stood infornt of the man. 

"Already?" He asked with wide eyes.

"Yes." Lyra replied hastily. 

The man nodded slowly. "Thank you for your cooperation."

Lyra told her eyes. She followed the messenger to a carriage pulled by two proud steeds. Lyra may or may not of robbed him of his wallet at some point during the ride.

 

 

They pulled up to the castle gates in a few anxious hours. Lyra jumped off the carriage and stormed off without saying goodbye. In fact, she left the man screaming at her in her wake-up he probably found out that he'd been robbed.

 

((This okay?))

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Havran Frieden - Scout

Havran slammed the door of the tavern he frequent open, attracting the attention of some patrons. A lot of mercenaries, particularly the ones he had worked with in the past, cheered for him, lifting their drinks. Grinning, Havran promptly made his way to them.
“Huh, what’s our little raven doin’ here at day?”
“Picking up some new weapons, nothing more,” Havran answered. Few of them moaned in disappointment, having looked forward for any tales the young assassin had in store. “Hey, I can run out of stories, y’know,” Havran casually said.
“Too bad Anna’s not here yet,” a brunette half shouted, “Somethin’ probably happened with the transfer.”
Havran rolled his eyes. “So much for paying extra for faster delivery.”
“OPEN FOR BUSINESS!” a shout echoed, followed by a loud bang and a similarly loud thud. All heads turned to the source of the ruckus. Right at the doorsteps stood a redhead with a ponytail, a sly smile plastered on her young visage. Next to her was a stack of seemingly heavy boxes. The girl looked around, apparently searching for someone. Her eyes glimmered when she spotted Havran.
“Well well well, look who’s early,” the merchant said, giggling, “Those extra money didn’t go to waste, did it? How about you pay for faster delivery from now on? I’ll give you a five percent discount!”
“Woah, slow down. I’m not here to hear you ramble about sales,” Havran said, walking over to the boxes. The stack was nearly as tall as him. “Are you sure all of these are what I ordered?” the blonde asked, jutting his thumb to the stack.
“Just the first two boxes,” Anna gestured the two topmost boxes, “The rest are rare weapons from across the world, perfect for mercenaries with a knack of unique weapons in their arsenal. There are lances made of glass, bombs filled with spikes-”
“Okay, got it,” Havran quickly cut in, flashing his iconic grin while picking up his boxes. Balancing the items on one hand, he fished out a few coins from his pocket and dropped them to Anna’s open palm. “Thank you and bye bye!”
“Hey, wait!” Anna reflexively grabbed Havran’s forearm, toppling the boxes he was carrying. The young merchant let the blonde balanced them before speaking, “Long story short, some guy told me to hand you this. Don’t ask me who,” Anna said, throwing a scroll of paper to the top of Havran’s boxes. She smiled and tip an imaginary hat as her customer exited the tavern. “Thank you for shopping!”
Once outside the tavern, Havran kicked off his left shoe and touched the cobblestone path with his bare, searching for Sonya. His sister had always loathed the patrons there, saying something about how they would stare at her chest when she talked to them. Havran had tried to convince her that not all men were as dishonorable but every visit she reluctantly did, the result was always the same.
‘Can’t blame her,’ Havran thought as he located his sister at the market. He made his way there, thankful that it was rather empty. The purple-haired woman was looking at the goods they sold when Havran called out for her. She promptly yet elegantly rushed to her brother’s aid, picking one box for her to carry. Upon seeing the scroll of paper on top of it, she frowned questioningly.
“Havran, what’s this?” Sonya asked, pointing at the aforementioned item.
“I don’t know. Anna said someone asked her to distribute it to me,” Havran said, shrugging.
“Let me see.” Sonya put her box down and straighten the paper, muttering its content. Havran just watched her read it, knowing she would summarize it once she had finished. “I’m not sure what this means but the league orders you to get to the castle and wait for further instructions.”
Havran’s emerald eyes immediately lit up at the news. “Does this mean they finally allow us to see Saber?”
“It’s not a ‘we’, it’s just you,” Sonya clarified, “And with that in mind, I guess not.”
“I wonder what’s up then,” Havran pondered.
“I sincerely hope it has nothing to do with the mystery guy. It’s the only thing I can think of, seeing as the situation has gone out of control. Why else would the league ensue an order? This is no time for a grand assassination or the likes,” Sonya said, her brows furrowed in concern. She turned to look her brother in the eyes and grabbed his shoulders, “If this really turns out to involve the killer, promise you won’t go, Havran. What happened to Saber was enough to break my heart. I don’t want my little brother to walk in a much perilous path with no insurance of his return.”
“I...I can’t promise that, Sonya,” Havran said regrettably, averting his gaze “This is an order from the league; that fact alone has tied me to whatever they want me to do. If I ran away, I wager they’d go as far as threatening Saber’s life to ensure my agreement. Even if they don’t, this could be my chance to prove Saber’s innocence. I have a strong feeling that his assaulter is the mystery killer and if I could take him down, he’d undoubtedly receive an acquittal. Please, Sonya.”
By the unfazed look on Sonya’s face, Havran knew she wasn’t convinced. The blonde took a deep breath and flashed a smile. “Come on, they didn’t say I have to chase down the mystery guy in the letter. You merely speculated the possibility. It could be false. Brighten up, sister.”
Sonya was about to say something but Havran quickly added, “You know what? I’ll just head to the castle, hear what they wish for me to do, and tell you the news. Got it? Got it. See ya later!” Havran took advantage of Sonya’s bewilderment and bolted to the castle, leaving the latter with no choice but to wait for his return.
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Havran skidded into a halt when he reached the castle garden. No one was around which was rather odd. There should be at least one knight on patrol yet the place was perfectly deserted.
“Now, where should I head to...” the young assassin pondered, looking around the area.

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The twang of a thread told Z that someone had arrived in the castle. The thread was tripped two more times. 

 

"Assassins" Z thought to himself and he readied his cannon. While a cannon wasn't the stealthiest weapon there was it was certainly one that left an impact. Z grasped the small keypad on the cannon, with a single touch the keys would trigger a trap, while Z did not set any lethal traps in the palace he did set quite a few embarassing ones. If the knights could not defend the castle Z would be able to do it just fine.

 

"There here" Z said tapping Miriela''s forehead three times to wake her up. 

 

Miriela awoke to Z staring at her with weapon drawn. Where he managed to hide the massive cannon she never knew but it was Z and he woke her up. 

 

"Get ready to fight, there are three assassins on the premises", Z spoke softly, "who knows what they are here for"

 

Z moved to the window and angled his cannon towards where an assassin stood in the castle garden. He had planted traps among the flowers there over a year ago ready to strike if needed. Silently Z loaded a hypersonic railgun round into the cannon should this person move towards the castle this person would never see, or hear, their demise coming.

 

Miriela grabbed her katar shields and fans ready to take on any threat that got too close. She could feel the tension in the air, assassins had come again. This time it might be for her, she was the 3rd princess, not having much claim to the throne as she had 2 sisters before her and 2 more brothers. But "a target was still a target, and a statement is a statement". Despite Z being there she kept his past lessons in mind and what else she had learned. Humans were weak and greedy, part of it was the fault of the kingdom, the other the fault of the nobility. 

"One degree to the left" Miriela said noticing Z's aim was not shoot to kill. 

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Havran paced around the extravagant yet pleasing royal garden. Tall hedges surrounded the area with flower bushes to add colors to the verdant garden. A rather large fish pond contributed in the serenity, filling the garden with relaxing, gentle sound of water stream. A cobblestone path led to a cozy small gazebo adorned with vines. Havran soon found himself standing on a wooden bridge above the pond, gazing to his own reflection.
‘They did say to wait for further instruction,’ Havran mentally said as he peeled off the soles of his boots. He quite regretted not wearing his usual custom boots which only had soles at the middle part of his feet, allowing him to be more aware of his surroundings as he could utilize seismic sense whenever he wished. Once he stuffed the soles, he immediately felt the presence of every single individual in around one kilometer radius. All of them were, unsurprisingly, strangers, though two figures were seemingly out of place. The redhead could also sense a different pair of figures in defensive stance, as if they were planning to attack someone. Havran raised his brow, wondering what it could mean.
‘Oh, wait a second. An assassin near the castle, the prince’s death still fresh in everyone’s memory.’ Havran slapped his forehead. ‘Why the heck I didn’t think this through? Oh right, the league ordered me to come. Good thing they gave me a letter to prov-’ Havran’s eyes widened when he reached to his unfortunately empty pockets, realizing that his letter was with his sister.
‘Of course I just had to rush here. What a smart decision,’ Havran chided himself, slapping his forehead several times before slamming it onto the wooden railings of the bridge. ‘Now how am I supposed to prove I’m no danger when I’m a go.ddamn assassin with no identification whatsoever?’
Havran concentrated his senses to the two figures ready in their stances. He noticed that one of them was aiming whatever weapon they were wielding at him, clearly suspecting him as an intruder. Following his instincts, the young assassin turned to look at the direction of his potential assaulter with a flat face. He couldn’t see their face as the gap was too far but his gaze unwaver nonetheless, waiting for their action.

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Lyra stood in the castle grouds, she slipped the money she had stolen from the man into her pocket. She had to admit, the castle was beautiful. Well trimmed hedges, birds nesting in the tree branches. The orchard was decorated with some crispy looking apples, maybe not she could just reach one-time

Movement caught her eye. She identified a round shape from behind the foliage. She was an seasoned theif, she knew every trap there was. She noticed the trip wire when she came in, but tripped it just out of curdosy. Besides, having extra defenses on the castle was logical especially in the king's current predicament.

 

 

She also noted the absence of knights. If the king felt comfortable for them not be her here then...

"If I were sneaking in, I wouldn't of taken the front gates." 

Lyra called out into the seemingly empty courtyard. She reached up and grabbed an apple, taking a bite. The sweet juices flooded her mouth.

 

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Wallace noticed Kostis at the edge of his vision, he stopped bashing the dummies with the shield and turned around to greet the older man, there're only so much you can do training alone.

"Hey, Kostis" He said, the uncertainty of his voice was noticable, as though he wasn't sure if it's appropiate now to say it so lightly. But Kostic already moved on to talk to the chattering guards, it appears that the head knight is coming back from the meeting. The tall boy spend few minute put back weapons and tools on the training ground before hurried after Kostis to the front gate like a lost puppy, he eventually caught up, panting slightly "I wonder if he got any good news, we could use some of that now" He was excited about any news himself too but more over hoping to have some company to be with, Wal's getting rather lonely, hopefully the Champion wouldn't mind him coming along as they wait for something, anything, at the front gate. In the great distance between the hallway, the garden and the gate itself, Wallace could see carts being pull up, but it's obvious they're not the head knight. He narrowed his small eyes and try to see if it's anyone he recognized, he could use Ishmael's spectacles anyday soon, if only he got the wealth of the older teen to afford one. "Someone's coming?"

 

((only Wallace for now, Ish probably still pacing inside the castle nothing more to be add yet))

 

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     From her area by the front of the palace, Rynn could literally watch the news spread. From snooping guard to eavesdropping maid, and even to some higher ranking knights as well. Even the lowest of servants were now bustling around, anticipation plain on their faces. The palace was buzzing with energy. And Rynn seemed to have absorbed half of it.

    Simply standing still was annoying. She shifted her weight from foot to foot, brushed back her hair, and chattered endlessly with the two knights beside her, whom Rynn had learned were named Simon and Augustus. Anything to pass the time.

"Hey, Rynn"

"Huh?"

"Check out the new arrivals."

Rynn turned in time to see Simon jerk his chin towards two lone figures in the distance. She couldn't tell much from the distance, but she did know that they weren't your average run-of-the-mill citizens. No one dressed like that casually. In fact, they even looked a bit like... no, that was ridiculous. They wouldn't have approached from the front entrance if so. Still, it was odd...

"Do you think it has something to do with the head knight's return?" Rynn asked, trying to undermine her suspicion. Augustus shrugged, grinning.

"No idea. Perhaps!"

Rynn babbled on some more for a few seconds, then turned her attention back to the newcomers and the palace she was supposed to be protecting.

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As Kostis began nearing the front gates he could sense someone rushing to catch up with him from behind. The Champion glanced to the side just as Wallace caught up with him, slightly out of breath after having run the distance from the training yard to where they were now standing in wait.
"I wonder if he got any good news," Wallace asked after a moment and Kostis reckoned that the Guardian was speaking of the head knight. "We could use some of that now."
"I hope so, too." Kostis nodded in response. "It seems everyone is eager for some," He said as he observed the group of servants and guards staring out hopefully towards the entrance to the castle as he himself gazed to the road as a carriage began pulling up. But Kostis, and soon others, realized the carriage to not be that of Sir Blakesley's.
"Someone's coming?" Wallace asked by Kostis's side.
"Seems to be," Kostis muttered, half to himself. He hadn't heard anything about anyone else arriving at the castle that day and didn't know who it could be. Once the carriage drew to a stop an unknown woman to Kostis departed from the carriage is a huff, walking off without a glance back. Before Kostis could think anything of this behaviour, he heard an indiscernible yell call out from the coach. Kostis almost took it to himself to walk forward and see what the commotion was about, but before he could decide a commotion of another kind began.
"Sir Blakesley's carriage is within sight!" A guard shouted from the gates. "Sir Blakesley has returned!"
Kostis's eyes widened and he stood expectantly. Before long he began to make out the sound of another set of carriage wheels coming closer from the road.
Moments later the said carriage pulled through the gate and up into the drive, two horses towing the vehicle to the castle front. People mumbled amongst themselves but a silence fell over the gathered crowd as the coach pulled to a stop and a man opened the door and stepped down onto the cobblestones.
Blakesley Gurgen wasn't a particularly tall man, but even his lean and muscular build aside, the man had a powerful presence about him that made him intimidating to anyone. He had close-cropped grey hair, and a clean-cut, hardened face, harshly lined after years of service in the military. However, the most evident feature on his face was a long, wide scar beginning at the top of the left side of his forehead and crossing jaggedly towards his right eyebrow, barely missing his icy blue eyes. A reminder from when he had fought in the great war against magicians.
Blakesley muttered something to a guard who ran up upon the former exiting the carriage. Whatever the head knight uttered lead to the knight nodding his head in accord. After a moment Blakesley turned to look towards where Kostis and Wallace were standing.
"Kostis, Wallace," The man nodded.
"Sir Blakesley," Kostis said, slapping an arm across his chest in salute to his superior.
"Good to see you two are already here." Blakesley spoke after waving to indicate Kostis was to cease the action. "We have much to talk about. I've already send a guard to notify the rest of the high ranking knights to meet in the gardens. They've already been cleared so we can talk privately. The rest should already be waiting, knowing them." The man spoke the last sentence with a distaste in his tone that made Kostis assume the man wasn't talking about knights or nobles. The young knight raised an eyebrow quizzically but didn't question the head knight when the latter made no move to disclose more information. Even the servants and guards who had crowded around earlier in prospect were beginning to trickle away, not wishing to be seen away from their posts by the leader of the knights, knowing for now they weren't going to glean any information.
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Kostis followed behind Sir Blakesley as he lead them towards the courtyard. Kostis wondered why they were heading towards the gardens when surely it would make more sense to hold a meeting indoors. But he didn't say anything as he followed the man to the finely-tended lawns and flowerbeds of the palace gardens.
Almost immediately Kostis felt they weren't alone. It was difficult to see anything far away with the high hedges, but he tried to calm his suspicion by telling himself that Sir Blakesley had already warned them that the rest were waiting, whoever "the rest" actually were. But when he stole a glance at the head knight's face, the man's face was hard as usual, not giving anything away for Kostis to go on. However, the man's posture was slightly stiffer than usual, and his hand was near to the sword by his side, as if in case he happened to have use for it.

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[Syle||Ranger]
Syle crouched, hidden on a high branch in the foliage of one of the castle garden's trees, but the young assassin felt as if he needn't even be hiding as nearly no one was about. He would have thought the palace to have better security, especially after the prince's death several days ago, but he hadn't seen a guard yet.
The assassin did, however, notice a tripwire earlier, but only after he had triggered it. Syle had scolded himself for not noticing the trap, but it was so well hidden he hadn't been able to avoid it until too late.
He thought the tripwire to be a trap the castle set out, but no guards had rushed out after Syle had hidden himself in his current spot. Now Syle could only suspect that it wasn't the work of the castle knights but someone else.
Assassins, perhaps? Syle considered the thought as he narrowed his eyes, pressing his back against the bark as he sat in wait. He suddenly noticed movement in another part of the gardens, where he estimated the pond was to be, guessed from his brief surveillance of the garden before he hid in the tree. Unfortunately the tree wasn't high enough or in the right position for Syle to view in that direction to see as he wished. He instead lifted his eyes to survey what he could make out from his station. That was when he caught sight of sunlight glinting off of something in a window a few stories up in the castle. Syle squinted, trying to glean what the object was but could only figure it to be a weapon and not what what type at that distance. However, Syle could tell that the weapon was pointed in the general area he had noticed someone else being in earlier.
Syle sat in silence for a few minutes more, tugging at the hem of his shirt every so often so as to cool off in the heat when suddenly he suddenly noticed several people enter into the garden several hundred yards away. By their attire, armor and weapons, Syle could tell them to royal knights.

Alarmed at the fact they came in a group and were standing there as if suspecting something, Syle began to shift as if about to move. But before he could even attempt to slip down the tree, something flew by his face and implanted itself in the bark near his head with the surprisingly soft thump. Knowing it had been expertly done as he hadn't even noticed anyone in the direction it had come from, nor knew where they were now, Syle didn't make a sound but his eyes widened in shock. Without moving his body he looked towards where the knights were but they hadn't moved. He allowed himself to relax his body before turning to the object imbedded in the tree.
It was a piece of paper, struck through with a dart to stick to the treebark for Syle to read. The Ranger glanced over the letters written on the paper.
You may move around as you see fit but do not attempt to leave the garden unless instructed.
Syle raised a brow at this, looking further down to notice a familiar stamp on the parchment.
The stamp of the assassin league.
Syle cursed silently to himself but settled down to wait on what was to happen next, wondering why on earth the league had him stationed to wait in the palace gardens at such a time, and with such unclear orders.

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As Havran kept his eyes on his potential assaulter, a blur suddenly passed him, just an inch away from hitting him. He had reckoned it must be from the figure up the castle until he saw a scroll tied to an arrow which was imbedded in the wooden railings. Raising his brow, he straightened the parchment and read its content. He briefly noticed the stamp of the assassin league at the bottom corner.
-You may move around as you see fit but do not attempt to leave the garden unless instructed.-
‘Not like I have anywhere else to go,’ Havran thought to himself as he searched for whoever “sent” the message. His search was cut short, however, when he sensed yet another different presence approaching him. One of them was quite stiff, as if ready to strike should anything happen.
‘Oh, for the love of-’ “Come on, I was told to come here not knowing what the league wants me to do and there are already at least two weapons ready to kill me? Can’t I at least receive a welcome greeting?!” Havran shouted exasperatedly.

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((This is pretty bad, but I had to get something out. Also, correct me if I did anything wrong, because I have a feeling I did.))

 

Nydorah was bored, to say the least.

She had already gone place to place where jobs were readily available, but she refused all of them, despite needing work. None of them offered a real challenge. All the targets that were listed would be easy to dispose of, and where would be the fun in that? This wasn’t her time of hour when she would train, either -- the town was too crowded with people to really do anything.

So she trudged in the dark alleyway, trying to think of something to do without going to anyone to do it. This had proved harder than it seemed, with her two main activities during the day gone. Her hand reached towards her back to unsling her main weapon, but she then dropped it when she realized it would cause a panic to any passerby. She really couldn’t do anything at this point.

 

She was passing by an opening in the alleyway when she suddenly ducked back behind the wall when hearing two voices.  It only took a second to realize that they were villagers -- just talking obnoxiously loud.


“Did you see Sir Blakesley’s carriage riding up to the castle?” A higher-sounding female voice echoed.

“No, he’s here today?” Another voice replied.

“Yes! I’ve heard that he’s holding a meeting with top people, but I don’t know what for.”

The rest of the conversation drowned out as they walked farther away, but Nydorah had heard plenty enough.

 

Turns out her day wouldn’t be so boring after all.

 

~~

 

Knowing the alley system like the back of your hand proves useful when traveling throughout a city, and with Nydorah this was no different. She had made it to the castle in decent time, but staring at the towering walls that stood in front of her she realized she hadn’t thought of a way in. She worked her way around the castle, expecting it to take a while to find a solution, but instead easily finding a clear opening: The castle garden.

 

She rounded a corner, smiling to herself that this was too easy, but nearly jumped back into the corner when she saw too many moving figures than she would’ve liked.

There were figures that were definitely soldiers or knights, but there were also other figures that she merely caught glimpses that she could only really describe as shadowy.

Guess others are a bit curious, too.

 
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Rynn was nothing short of elated when she received the news. Not only had the head knight returned, but now she was requested to join in a meeting with him? While Rynn was certainly not cocky, she did have a some pride, but even she was surprised. She barely remembered to wave goodbye to her recently made friends before scampering off to the gardens. Rynn had visited them often in her younger days, before her real knight training had begun, and they had been gorgeous. Now, the gardens were still as lush as she remembered them to be, and she had to resist the urge to wander around and observe every sweet-smelling flower.

And yet, for all the beauty the gardens had, they could not hide the slightest tension in the atmosphere, or the fact that shadows were beginning to look a tad odd to her now. Rynn's mind returned to the mysterious figures from earlier that day. She frowned and moved on.

 

It only took a few moments for her to locate Sir Blakesley, standing tall - almost rigid, in fact - with one hand dangerously near his sword. What in Draoma could he be suspecting to fight? A thought tugged at the back of her mind, but she could not remember it.

What on odd morning this was.

Still, she should not let thoughts such as these dampen the experience nor cloud her mind during the meeting, for it was obviously very important. Rynn strode into the center with her shoulders back, at least trying to look confident, and found a place to stand opposite Kostis and Wallace. She saluted quickly to the head knight, then flicked her eyebrows up at the two by way of greeting without actually saying anything. They didn't seem to be any more acquainted with the situation than she, though Kostis did always have a cool air about himself. Who else would be joining this meeting? 

 

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It marely minutes after that the head knight's cart reached the front gate. Sir Blakesley stepped out of the carriage, both Kostis and Wallace salute their superior. Wallace listened in anticipation as the older man talk but then  his eyes widen as he realized something.

"Wait, me too?" He said, dumbfolded, finger pointed at himself. The man did mentioned hign ranked knights, but it's hard for the boy to see himself as one, sure he's now dubbed as a guardian, someone with a rank...but still he just a clumsy kid who often blurt something out without thinking or tripped on his own shield a lot. Still surprised, Wallace hurried after them, feeling a little anxious.

"Sir Blakesley,"

There Ishmael appeared from the hallway. The Seeker missed the notification but he has already been looking for the head knight since the morning and arrived at the gate as planned. He gave Kostis and Wallace a nod of acknowledgement then imediatally strolling after Blakesley himself, wordlessly urges the man to reveal some information to the restless teen. It's rare of him to use his past relation like this but as the head knight being the one who take him into his wing along with the royal family, Blakesley is already one of those Ishmael consider a better father than his actual father no matter how harsh he was or how he's more like a mentor than anything closer.

But he is not getting any answer now, as the scared man said before that this matter are going to be discussed in the garden. Though disappointed, Ishmael slowed his pace and let the man lead, soon rejoining Wallace and Kostis. He, too, noticing the head knight's tension and the strange atmosphere in the garden. He's suddenly aware of the weigth of his bow, arrows and blades, saftly hidden under the cloak.

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Z's trip wire noted the arrival of several carriages and a small targetting reticule appeared from the cannon. Magic was a useful tool, one that if he could figure out would give him limitless potential. The Master Codex that powered the cannon was a useful tool, it gave him targetting, stored ammo, and of course powered the cannon. Z took aim at an assassin in the trees. Only taking it off when small dart flew it's way into the room and had a piece of paper wrapped around it and seeing the other assassin find a similar dart.

 

"You may move around as you see fit but do not attempt to leave the garden unless instructed" the note read. Oddly specific instructions. Then again Z knew the seal. 

"It's the assassin's league, it looks as if they are targetting the meeting" Z told Miriela "I'm going to listen in"

Z put an ear on the cannon as the Master Codex allowed him to hear the conversation.

 

Miriela noticed the Head Knight's arrival in the palace and found it odd, he looked worried. Something which could only be a bearer of bad news. Z's presence with her would only cause the situation to get out of hand. She decided to watch from the window with Z. Making note of the positions of the knights as well as of various assassins around the gardens. Z's tripwires proved to be useful, one could hear noises along them.

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Xayah was still leaning against the wall in her cell, her life was currently meaningless. All she wanted to do was cure her sister, but that was impossible being trapped in a cell like this. Though she wasn't really concerned with her own well being for all she could do was worry for her sister. The sound of footsteps against the wet cobbled floor could be heard, growing louder as the people neared. Xayah lifted her head, looking through the narrow metal bars through the corner of her eyes. To her surprise it was the executioner, he was draped in his black robe and was holding both of his dual headed axes, the crimson blood of his previous victim dripping from the bladed edges.

“So, has the time finally arrived?” Xayah asked nonchalantly.

“...No, not yet. Consider yourself lucky, you're wanted at the castle, I’ve been given orders to escort you there. The other prison officers are too afraid to let you out” The executioner explained in his deep voice.

“And with good reason” Xayah retorted.

“Don’t be so arrogant, if it was up to me I’d end your life right now but like I said, I’ve been instructed otherwise”.

“Hmph! Why do the castle need me anyway?”.

“I myself do not know, but from what I gathered it is an important matter. Now, enough of this pointless chatter, I have work to get to!” The man remarked impatiently. He cracked a metal sphere in his fist and waited for the pink gas to seep out, he quickly threw it into the cell. The metal shell shattered as it hit the cobbled floor. The toxic gas rapidly gushed out and filled Xayah’s cell who began to cough violently. Her blood felt as though it was being set on fire from within the inside, her vision became hazy and muscles began to lack the strength to support her, her body collapsed onto the ground: She was unconscious.  The executioner used this time to quickly retrieve Xayah and shackle her hands and feet. He dragged her along the floor using a long chain, like a dog on a leash, as he took her towards the castle.

 

 
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Upon noticing Sir Blakesley's faintly rigid stance, Kostis himself began scanning his eyes around the area, attempting to catch a glimpse of what, or rather, whom, was making seemingly the whole group feel uneasy. But before Kostis could lay eyes on anything out of the ordinary, he heard a shout sound out.
“Come on," The unknown voice called out in an annoyed tone. But what caught Kostis's attention more were the words spoken next. "I was told to come here not knowing what the league wants me to do and there are already at least two weapons ready to kill me? Can’t I at least receive a welcome greeting?!”
League...? Kostis considered the word for a brief moment, his suspicion from earlier returning. Surely that could only mean...
Before Kostis could further question the strange occurrence, moments later Rynn walked up, joining the gathered party of knights. The Fencer saluted towards Sir Blakesley before falling into place near Kostis and Wallace, regarding the two silently. Kostis allowed his golden gaze to flicker over in acknowledgement for a heartbeat before returning his thoughts to the matters at hand.
The group walked several more yards before coming out into the opening by the garden's large pond, towards where the yell had come from. Now that they were towards the center of the yard their view was less obstructed and therefore they could see around better with the majority of the hedges and bushes to their sides. Kostis now was able to catch sight of a figure standing on the wooden bridge elegantly arched over across the top of the fish pond.
Kostis raised a brow in question, glancing at Sir Blakesley for a moment before scrutinizing the unidentified visitor himself. Despite Blakesley's warning them of they were to be meeting others, Kostis's hand was itching to reach towards the sword strapped at his side, not because of the one stranger in front of them but for the overall atmosphere that lead Kostis to believe that all those in sight weren't the only ones moving about in the close vicinity. But the knight resisted the urge.
Blakesley seemed to notice the man on the bridge as well, but despite that fact the man wasn't paying the stranger as much mind as Kostis had expected. The head knight was instead looking about, as if searching for signs of another person altogether.
"Sir..." Kostis began, not sure how to raise the question. "Who exactly are we meeting?" Before Sir Blakesley could respond, Kostis heard a chuckle coming from behind them. Kostis whipped around, hand on the hilt of his sword and drawing it out in an instant.
While Kostis might not have had the heightened senses of some, the young man had been on high alert. But even despite that, he hadn't noticed the man standing behind them at all. Even the strange shadows he was beginning to notice around the garden were becoming more apparent, but it was if this man had seeped out of the shadows themselves without a sound to give himself away.
Blakesley as well turned around at the presence of the new stranger. Though he didn't draw his own weapon, his hand still hovered near.
"Who is this?" Kostis asked, partially directed to Blakesley and partially to the stranger, looking the latter over. The stranger was tall and slender, with a cat-like lithe about him. He was dressed head to toe in dark clothing, something that one would expect would make his presence that much more obvious in the colorful splay of the garden surrounding him, all with it's wide array of flowers and plants, ranging with colors from all ends of the rainbow and the bright green of the grass and hedges in the backdrop around them. However, even in plain sight there was something elusive about the man. He didn't appear armed, at least with nothing displayed that would indicate so other than a small satchel at his side, but Kostis didn't believe for a second that fact to be true for surely the man was hiding weapons beneath his dark clothing.
The man was fairly young, with rather pleasant features; dark, naturally narrowed eyes, a long, slender nose, a pale skin tone and thin yet naturally pink-tinged lips. His hair was either black or a very dark shade of brown, of which Kostis couldn't figure, and it was straight, for the most part pushed back behind his ears save for his bangs which fell across his arched eyebrows.
"Well, well, I see I am expected." The man spoke, stepping forward and glancing around. His tone of voice was calm, as if they were talking about how beautiful the flowers around them were, despite the fact he was almost anything but being held at near sword point. Despite his relaxed tone and the smile on his face, there was something cruel and harsh about his expression and his black eyes, despite the stark contrast between their and Blakesley's own blue, were just as cold when they settled on the one he was addressing.
"I was just getting my group gathered up, according to agreement, and this is how I'm greeted? I swear, if your lot was anymore keen to strike me through I might not be standing here anymore." The man tsked, staring at Kostis's battle-ready stance as if punctuating his point before returning his gaze to the head knight. "Believe me, Blakesley, if I were leader of the assassins this accord wouldn't exist as far as I'm concerned. So if you don't mind calming your little soldiers down a bit here..."
Blakesley stared at the man with an equally harsh expression for a moment before flicking his fingers up.
"At ease, Kostis." Blakesley commanded. Kostis hesitated for a moment, feeling rather incredulous that he was to sheath his weapon in front of this man but complied to the direct order, slipping his blade back into it's scabbard, though he kept his stance at the ready in case he might need to pull it out at a moment's glance.
"Blackjack," The head knight said, now addressing the man in the black clothing. Kostis glanced to Blakesley upon hearing the name, surprised. The name was a rather famous one; the name of one of the kingdom's deadliest assassin's. Nearly everyone knew the name people on the streets used to distinguish the assassin as the current second in command to the league.
Why is Sir Blakesley so calm, especially with such an assassin standing here in the palace gardens? Kostis thought to himself, alarmed though keeping his expression cool. Not to mention these 'others' must be, as well...
"It doesn't matter what you wish or don't wish to be happening," Blakesley continued. "Your leader and I agreed to each other's terms for the good of the kingdom, and I expect you will follow your leader's orders, will you not?"
"But of course," Blackjack's response was smooth. He slunk forward, his footsteps silent as he stepped over the cobblestones. "I've already accounted for most everyone on my side, aside from the one who's locked up, but if you're to honor our agreement, I suspect she should be being brought here soon enough. As for everyone else, they should all be within listening distance if they're curious to hear an explanation of what this is all about, which, let's face it," Blackjack grinned, revealing surprisingly sharp incisors. "we all are. Though it would be nice if they could come out and join the party, the more the merrier. But what can you do, these assassins are a group that tend to like doing things their own way, I'll say."
"As I'm sure you would know." Blakesley said calmly, though his blue eyes flashed dangerously.

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Syle watched everything best he could from his spot in the shadowed branches of the tree, though it wasn't the best vantage point to listening in on the conversation as he was soon finding out. At some point he noticed the weapon he had earlier sensed had moved from it's previous mark and was then focused on him. He bristled in annoyance, glaring up at it despite not being able to see the person wielding it.
At some point the weapon was moved, but even still Syle slipped out of the tree and moved in to get closer to the group in the center of the garden to listen in.
Upon sneaking closer Syle overheard the last several sentences and contemplated for a moment.
Dam.n He thought clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth in irritation. Why the he.ll were we called out here of all places and are expected to hold some sort of meeting with the royal army? What sort of job is this?

As he was thinking, Blackjack continued, his tone a mix of grim and distaste.

"I suppose we should just cut to the chase and let them know that the assassins and knights will be working together."

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     "I suppose we should just cut to the chase and let them know that the assassins and knights will be working together."

     Rynn's eyes widened in alarm and she turned away, choking on a gasp of surprise.

What?! Working together? How did- but why- the knights and the assassins were practically sworn enemies! 

It took longer than Rynn would have liked for her to compose herself and turn back around, sincerely hoping that no one had caught that embarrassing moment. But she had more important things to worry about than the way she looked. The knights and the assassins working together? For what purpose? She could hardly imagine the two groups tolerating each other, much less successfully collaborating to find an incredibly elusive criminal. There was a high chance it was one of the assassins themselves. Speaking of which, now that she knew they were there, it was much easier to notice them. The few wandering the courtyard, one emerging from the trees as she thought, and a potential pair up on the roof. Or perhaps those were merely large birds... well, neither was good news, in any case. For a brief moment, her mind flashed back to the Pigeon Poop Phenomenon from earlier that day. 

Relax, relax.

Rynn took a moment to calm herself and straighten her position.

It could probably be worse.

Yeah right.

 

     Well, at least none of the others looked to be particularly keen on the situation either. They would all need some time to adjust. Still... Rynn itched to draw her sword, any one, but she knew better. Sir Blakesley had had Kostis sheath his, and she was no exception. So she ran her hands over her arm bracers instead, taking comfort in the fact that while she couldn't draw a weapon, she was at least wearing one. Then Rynn frowned. Well, sort of.

 

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Havran scoffed when a group of knights emerged to his view. He didn’t have much problems with the knights, merely questioning how they could live out such a restricted life but ever since they took his brother captive, it transformed into hatred. The redhead slightly relaxed, however, when Blackjack joined them. As the aforementioned assassin exchanged with the head knight, Havran pondered why the deputy assassin was here in the first place alongside other of his fellow assassins who were revealed to be lurking about nearby. His reverie was cut short when Blackjack said something the young assassin could hardly believe.
“I suppose we should just cut to the chase and let them know that the assassins and knights will be working together."
“I’m sorry, Jackie, but did you just seriously say that we, assassins, will be working with these prim and proper fancy shmancies?” Havran asked incredulously, looking at Blackjack in disbelief as he pointed his thumb at the knights, “Judging by how they’re acting right now, I swear I’ll have their weapons pointed at me even if I merely surprise them, deliberately or not,” he added with a disgusted tsk.

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Lyra had scampered up a tree when she heard approaching knights. She peered through the branches as this Sir. Bakley or whatever spoke. She bit back a snicker. Still, she felt out of place. Maybe she got it all wrong. Sir.Baskkey was facing away from her, Lyra was about to creep away when a familiar figure arrived. He introduced himself as Blackjack. Lyra froze as he addressed the asassians directly,

"I'm sure they are in listening distance somewhere. It would be nice if they came out to join the party." 

Blackjack was one if the most well known assassin's, Lyra had barely made a name for herself in the outskirts. 

"But of course, they do their own thing." The second in command fi ished. "I supposed we should just cut to the chase. The knights and Assassin's are working together.

 

 

Shock, Lyra frowned from her tree. The two sides were sworn  enimies. But she supposed that it did make sense, there was a killerout there. Lyra paused debating her choices. She wasn't technically part of the assassin's league, never having signed up. But from she moment she started killing people, she agreed to join. Besides, from her position in the trees, she could easiky send a poison dagger innto Sir.Baskleys throat. Threat eleimeminated. Although, in her current situation, that would not be beneficial. She could say hidden, or come out of hiding, which might be the best approach. She would make s name for herself in Blackjacks eyes, which might just provided the type of leverage she needed.

 

 

She just had to stay unemotional about this. She didn't want to risk causing any more- explosion per say. Lyra pulled her hood over she head and her mask up. Lyra hesitated for a moment; what she was planning to do required a high level of agility, which is something she had only been practicing. She had to try and pray she didn't mess up. Lyra crouched on her branch, the flung herself into the sky. She landed silently in the soft grass, directly behind the knight general. Lyra straightened herself and lightly tapped Sir Baskley on the shoulder, hoping for a startled reaction.

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"I suppose we should just cut to the chase and let them know that the knights and assassins are working together" Z heard as he kept on listening to his tripwires.

"Did you hear that?" Z asked Miriela

"I did, it'll be nice to be with you again"

"Knights and Assassins working together, who would have thought?" 

 

A sudden twitch alerted Z to movement in the tripewires that he had laid out when he was a palace guard. The wires were sensitive enough that they could detect nearby vibrations, and sure enough he saw a figure slip in behind the head knight. Z had never seen this figure before but she seemed like a threat. 

 

"I believe it is time to make our entrance" Z said to Miriela 

"The time is right" Miriela responded. 

 

Z shot off the hypersonic round right between the mysterious figure (Lyra) and Sir Blakesley casuing a shockwave to emanate outward from the round's path. Both parties, the assassin and Sir Blakesley, would be getting more than a bit of a surprise. Z switched to a smoke round and launched smoke into the middle of the knights. The smoke poured out everywhere.

 

Z took Miriela and they both jumped from the window and into the garden below into the smoke, Z's cannon firing to soften their landing. They had both trained their hearing to detect people in near zero visibility long ago. Z turned towards the head knight still shrouded in smoke, the sound of crackling electricity bolting through the air, like a phantom from the netherworld. Z's eyes lit up within the fog as he smiled an evil smile. As the fog slowly drifted away, Miriela's form appeared behind Z fans drawn. 

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"Well, well, well, it appears censored has frozen over. The great Sir Blakesley gets ambushed by a simple assassin. It seems like you're getting old" Z said to Sir Blakesley with his cannon charged, barrel pointed point blank at the head knight. Z expected a response from the palace knights, his entrance was rather dramatic, but he also knew that none of them woud dare harm the princess who stood at his side. 

 

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Like Kostis, Ishmael drawn out and pull back to bow string in an instant, he kept his calm facde fixed on the potential enermy but inside his heart is hammering against his ribcages and his head's full of questions, a split second after he felt a presence behind him all the sudden, his eyes widen and he was frigthened, but he needed to keep that hidden when facing the oppenent without weaver, in those second, the ki,lling intent was overwhelming, there's no mistake about that, which is why Ishmael ready to double it in return as his face harden.

A for Wallace, the boy yelp out loud, not out of fear or the identity of the man but out of pure surprised as he whirled around, almost tripped, he didn't  brought out his weapon but make a note on the other's battle ready stance so he just give the black cloaked man a warried look.

But soon, Blakeslay ordered them to stand down, Wallace  dropped his tense stand shamefully, Ishmael was a little more reluctant to follow but did so nonetheless without saying anything, his eyes still fixcade on the would be mark. but he trust his superior judgement.

Which is also why he remain silent and cool when Blackjack reveal the nature of the meeting in contrast of Wallace who blurt out "What!?" out of honest shock and Rynn who while didn't say anything but cleary lose her compose for a second. Then other assassins began to show themselves from their hidden spot around the garden, one of them lightly insult them and the other out right tapping Blakesley's shoulder playfully. Wallace continue making a fool of himself, looking around and occasionally make a surprised noise. Ishmael didn't react for the most part, that is, until someone dropped a shot somesort of a smokebomb, Ishmael didn't react in time and the deeded was already done. He cursed as he jumped away in hope to find a way out of the smoke so he can get the better sight. Wallace, being a guardian, got his compose together once again and instinctively jumping forward with a shield to protect the head knight, pulling the form behind the shield and use his own body to brace the impact as well.

Only to realized that's it's the female assassin that he pull and not Blakesley

"Oh no, Oh no..." Wallace winced, realizing his mistake, let go of her but didn't push her out of the line of protection. Trying to fix his mistake, he swung his shield hoping it would clear the smoke away.

By that time Ishmael already has his bow drawn once again and aiming toward the new assult, He growled "drop it now, my arrow will piece your skull before you could pull a trigger" but then his eyes widden as the smoke began to clear and he saw who it is that's standing next to the assasin with her own weapon drawn, all those bravado and level head from earlier got thrown out of the window.

"P--Princess Miriela!?"

 

 

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Lyra had been keeping an eye on the cannon for a while. Suddenly, the nose jerked and she knew she was in trouble. She didn't expect a pulse to go rushing between herself and the knight. Sir Baskley was thrown to the the ground and Lyra was shoved out of the way by some male. Lyra leaped back agially upon contact. She hissed unhappily. Then smoke began filling the courtyard. Fear wormed it's way into her gut.

'No. No. No. You fool!' 

She cursed however did this. Lyra closed her eyes trying to calm herself down, but it was uncontrollable at this point. Lyra's hands began to heat up, so much so they they became a soft warm glow underneath her gloves. The heat rose and expelled the smoke in her general area away. Once the rest of the smoke cleared, Lyra had already shoved herself in a casual position, leaning up against a tree, hands behind her head. No one saw... Good.

 

 

"Almost attacked by one assasian, getting old are we?" A voice asked. A man appeared standing beside a woman. There was a shout from the person who pushed her out of the way. Lyra raised an eyebrow at the newcomer. She shook her head at him tsking' disappointedly. That was the most impulsive thing to do. Then he charge and pointed his weapon at the general. Oh God. How stupid was this guy? She

"Are trying to be edgy? Cause it's not a good look on you."

This boys recklessness made him a enemy in the eyes of almost every other assasian. 

Lyra bent down and pick up a good sized rock. She lugged it at Z, hitting the shoulder opposite of her.

"Didn't your mother ever teach you not to point at people. It's rude."

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     Smoke. Electricity.

     What was going on?

     Rynn stumbled away from the most of the smoke, waving and coughing. She blinked rapidly to clear her eyes from the tears. What happened? 

 

     "Are you trying to be edgy? Because it's not a good look on you." The voice came from the assassin who had previously appeared from nowhere behind the head knight. The sass made Rynn's lips twitch upward in amusement. She darted forward - and was met with a horrifying sight. A man stood, smirking, above Sir Blakesley, an enormous gun charged and pointed at the head knight's head. Rynn lunged without thinking, smacking the barrel of the weapon away with her arm bracers and crouching in front of the head knight. Poor Wallace had accidentally grabbed the female assassin in the midst of the chaos. In hindsight, she knew that she would never be able to save both Sir Blakesley and herself if he decided to shoot, but she had a duty to the head knight that she would follow. Rynn drew her short sword and glared at the new arrival. He was certainly no knight, so he must be an assassin. And the only assassins who should be here were those that were chosen to work with the knights. What a fool. Had he no idea of the potential consequences of his actions? Rynn was vaguely aware of someone - Ishmael? - calling Princess Miriela's name, and from the corner of her eye she could see a figure standing tall by the mysterious man's side. The princess would have known not to attack the the head knight, however, especially for the sake of making a pompous entrance if that's what this was, so she wasn't sure if she really believed the figure was Miriela.

 

     The sound of a female voice rang through the clearing again. It was the same assassin. "Didn't your mother ever teach you not to point at people? It's rude." Here Rynn did allow herself a smirk, unsettled as she was, for the assassin had nearly been blasted by the waves as well and yet still found the time to make quips. 

"I suggest you lower your weapon and give us some breathing space." Rynn said to man. 

"In case you haven't noticed, we were in the middle of something rather important before you came swinging in." 

Her eyes were still trained on the weapon in his hands. No matter the amount of confidence she could fuse into her stance and voice, the unexpected arrival, along with his oversized gun and shocking companion were making her nervous.

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((I almost had her say 'The grown ups are talking'. x3.))

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((Pft, seems just like something Lyra would say XD))

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After listening to Blackjack's last sentence, Kostis whipped his head around to look at Blakesley, for surely what the assassin had claimed wasn't true. But despite the forbidding expression conveyed on the head knight's face, Blakesley made no move to deny the statement.
Working with the assassins? Kostis couldn't believe idea. The two groups had never operated together before of what Kostis could think back on. Why start now?
The Champion glanced around, noting the other knights to be in various shades of shock as well.
“I’m sorry, Jackie," The assassin standing on the bridge was the first to break the silence that Blackjack's words had brought. "But did you just seriously say that we, assassins, will be working with these prim and proper fancy shmancies?" He pointed towards the group of knights before continuing on.
“Judging by how they’re acting right now, I swear I’ll have their weapons pointed at me even if I merely surprise them, deliberately or not."
"And right we'd be to do so," Kostis intervened, keeping his tone placid despite the prickling irritation he was experiencing right then. "Not only are you on our property, you're spouting these outrageous claims-"
"Blackjack's words are true." Blakesley interrupted Kostis and the blue-haired man shut up at the sudden confirmation.

"When I was away from the castle this last day or so, I was meeting with-"
Kostis noticed a masked figure stalking up from behind, hand outstretched towards Sir Blakesley's shoulder. Kostis couldn't react before suddenly something shot inbetween the two, followed by another object dropping into the middle of the group and gushing out smoke of some sort, obscuring everyone's view.
Kostis had his sword drawn in a moment, closing his eyes to gather his bearings now that he couldn't rely on his eyes to sense any danger. To his side he could hear the large presence of Wallace moving around, as well as the sound of what he suspected to be the Guardian's giant shield being swung around, as if it were being brought out in front of oneself swiftly to protect from any other possible assaults.
As the smoke began to clear, Kostis made out sight of two figures that hadn't been there before the smoke bomb had been thrown. One was a man wielding a large, cannon-like weapon and the other was...
"P-Princess Miriela," Kostis could hear someone gasp nearby, whom he noticed to be Ishmael.
Kostis's eyes widened, wondering why the princess was standing next to the person who must have been the one to have shot the objects towards Blakesley and the unknown assassin who had been creeping up from behind.

"Not only do you attack our leader, but one of your own as well? This is why you can't be trusted," Kostis spoke angrily, stalking forward.
The assassin who had also been in line of fire was leaning back against a tree casually.
"Are you trying to be edgy?" The woman asked with a tsk, directed to the assassin whom had attacked the group. "'Cause it's not a good look on you. Didn't your mother ever teach you not to point at people. It's rude."

Kostis didn't pay the snarky comments much mind as Rynn rushed by suddenly, slamming the side of the barrel of the gun aimed at Blakesley's face away. Kostis felt relieved when the Fencer began telling off the gun-slinger despite the potentially dangerous position she was currently placed in.
Before anyone could react, Blackjack appeared behind the man with the canon without a sound.
"As much as I can admire your style, Z," Blackjack said, slightly praising the assassin's form, though he had an irritated tone to his voice at all the commotion. "Please tone it back, for now. I can appreciate your technique but unfortunately this is neither the time nor place to be acting out such as this. As tempting as it would be to take this man down, I will be expecting you to back down, otherwise I will make you."
Kostis almost felt a chill in the air despite the hot day when Blackjack spoke the words with his icy authority.
"Listen to your superior and back down, young man." Blakesley glared at the assassin known as Z. "Believe me, I faced threats stronger than you before you were even born. I killed dozens of magic users, people much more powerful than yourself and I yet am still alive here today." The scar on Blakesley's forehead seemed more pronounced than usual as he referenced back to his days of fighting in the great war, where he had received the disfigurement. "Don't get cocky. There's nothing honorable about striking from the shadows."
Blackjack snorted at the comment but didn't say anything in response, merely moving on to state,
"Now if we might all calm down, perhaps we can resume explaining about what this is all about, hm?" The man suggested, waiting for the canon-wielding assassin to respond.

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"I will be expecting you to back down" Z heard Blackjack say in an icy tone

"I'm not here to start a fight with the head knight I'm merely fulfilling part of my contract and ensuring my own safety" Z replied coldy

Z's cannon powered down as he pressed two buttons 

"Listen to your superior and back down, young man." Blakesley glared at the assassin known as Z. "Believe me, I faced threats stronger than you before you were even born. I killed dozens of magic users, people much more powerful than yourself and I yet am still alive here today. Don't get cocky. There's nothing honorable about striking from the shadows." 

"Honour, what a funny word. If I wanted to kill you I would have done so far earlier, there would be no need to make an entrance" Z sopke to the Head Knight "I would watch where you tread old man"

 

Miriela was having enough of this and stepped out from behind Z and into Sir Blakesley's view.

"All of you stand down! I was the one who hired this assassin, with the hope that I could investigate into my brother's death." Miriela spoke using one of her fans to ward Blackjack off of Z before turning to the Head Knight, "He was investigating palace security under my order, he should have been caught before he could report to me in my chambers, had he been hostile I would not be standing here." Miriela glared in the direction of the knights. She knew they were just as upset over the death of the prince as she was and she understood why they were distracted in their patrols. But in front of them she would remain stern and composed she too was a Knight and as a princess she should show resolve,  "Z please show Sir Blakesley my order, do not reveal it's contents". 

Z brought out the letter, still sealed, bearing the seal of the kingdom's 3rd princess on it with a single letter on the back and showed it to the Head Knight.

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It was chaos, Wallace concluded. Everyone's at each other's throats, even between assassins. It's making Wallace nervous. "Maybe--" He began meekly, being a peacekeeper he is "Maybe everbody should calm down a little...?"

Ishmael still stared in disbelief at the princess, the more his mind began to connect the dots, the more he didn't like what he's suspect and the more questions resurfaces.  He glanced toward the assasin with the cannon...he's seen the man before...he is...could he be...?

"Honour, what a funny word. If I wanted to kill you I would have done so far earlier, there would be no need to make an entrance" The red head sopke to the Head Knight "I would watch where you tread old man"

Princess Miriela finally put her foot down "All of you stand down! I was the one who hired this assassin, with the hope that I could investigate into my brother's death. He was investigating palace security under my order, he should have been caught before he could report to me in my chambers, had he been hostile I would not be standing here."

Ishmael followed her wish and lower his own bow down again, not daring to point it toward someone like her any longer but he's far from sastified and tense "Your highness, he could be using you for his own gain, there's more than enough reason for him to keep you relatively unharm now for his benefit" He lower his voice, try a reasoning approach. So that morning, the assasin has been with the princess all along? if only...if he'd just check up on her that morning he would have known. Princess Miriela is kind at heart, she would be the type of person who wouldn't stand seeing someone being treat badly and it's in her nature to trust and see the best in person. So of course she would trust a assassin, especially if he assassin offer a way to bring justice to her late brother or if he's someone close to her---

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A girl shoved the cannon away from Sir Basklsey, Lyra wouldn't have complained if Z killed him. 

"See? This is why we can't trust you! You not only kill us, you turn on your own." A voice arose from amongst the knights, followed by murmured of agreements.

Lyra rolled her eyes. She only wanted to ask a question, not get blown up!

"I've faced foe more dangerous than you..." The knight general launched into a story of how he has killed 100s of magicfolk. Lyra's smirk faltered. She realized the full force she was getting into. Allying herself with the same man who has slayed 100s of people, like herself. Lyra crossed the arms, she needed to hide it. As long as she doesn't get too emotional. Lyra exhaled and returned that smug look to her face.

 

 

Lyra just watched as Blackjack told the idiot known as Z to stand down. Finally the women beside him- apparently a princess spoke up. Explaining that she hired Z for security purposes. Lyra rolled her eyes again. Some guard dog HE was! He caused such a distraction that if she were the killer, she could of killed 4 royals by now. Lyra could tell that some of the other assasians were thinking the same thing. 

"Show him your letter but none of its contents." 

Z flashed around an official looking letter.  Forging official letters were easy to do, Lyra did it on a daily basis. She settled Z with an unconvinced look. A young male asked the princess whether or not she was being used. Of course she was being used! The baffoon! 

 

 

"What's in it for us?" Lyra spoke up in the silence that followed. What was stopping them from sneaking away when these oafs back was turned. 

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Xayah

Xayah felt something off about the executioner, he gave off this edgy, frightening aura. Even as a renowned assassin, Xayah was somewhat fearful of him, yet he seemed to hold no fear for her. The man tilted his head slightly, “Seeing you in person, I wouldn’t think you’re an assassin...You look like a wh-” He oddly remarked, but was quickly silenced by the assassin.

“Shut it” She said bluntly.

“Hmph! How much do you charge?” He asked with a smirk.

“Haha! Don’t get too excited, if I had my weapon you’d be dead already” Xayah retorted sarcastically.

“I wouldn’t be too sure”.

Xayah didn't respond but only stared with narrowed eyes as he turned his back. He lead Xayah through the various hallways of the castle before dragging her out to the courtyard. Surprisingly there were already a group of people there.

“Sir Basklsey, I brought the prisoner as requested” He announced with an emotionless glare, the executioner dropped to his knees as he bowed down to his superior.

So that’s the head of the knights, I believe this is the first time I’ve seem him so up close Xayah thought to herself.

“Sir, would you like me to free her from her shackles?” The executioner asked, suddenly his eyes locked onto a frighteningly familiar face, one that he didn’t think that he’d see in the behind castle walls. “Well well, if it isn’t the infamous Blackjack himself, it’s been a while” The executioner smiled.

 

(The Executioner)

 

(His axe(s), he wields two of these)

 

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Kostis watched as the princess intervened with the aggression between the head knight, Blackjack, and the assassin with the cannon. Upon a closer look Kostis noticed something familiar about the gun-wielding assassin as the aforementioned man powered down his weapon to pull out a letter in correspondence to Miriela's orders.

So that's who he is... Kostis thought as he finally pinpointed who Z was, but he kept his mouth shut as he eyed the envelope Z held out suspiciously. But Kostis soon realized thinking the letter to be a forgery would be impractical due to the princess herself being there to prove it's genuinity.
As Blakesley looked over the letter Z presented to him, he narrowed his eyes but upon looking at the princess's own seal stamped onto the back, the man backed down his hostility.
"Though I can't say I approve of this at all," Blakesley said to the princess after he had looked over the letter. "It seems to be real and I won't press any further on the matter for now." He still turned his head to glare at Z icily, but didn't say anything more, true to his words. Ishmael, however, tried to convince the princess that the assassin was using the young woman, which Kostis himself had to agree on.
Kostis had for a moment felt like a small weight had lifted from within the tense atmosphere thanks to the princess's intervention, but alas the silence was once again broken when the assassin leaning against the tree spoke up,
"What's in it for us?"
"That's what I'm wondering." A young assassin Kostis hadn't seen show himself before then emerged from behind the bushes now that the commotion was over, agreeing with the woman who had spoken. His narrowed blue eyes stared indignantly towards Blackjack. "As interesting as this whole ordeal is, I'm none too keen to saddle up and work with these buffoons for... who knows how long this blasted job will take? Surely there must be something in it for us if we are to actually work with these people."
Blackjack's dark eyes almost shone with amusement at the two assassins' words.
"How rapacious," Blackjack chuckled, crossing his arms. "Much like my own self; I wouldn't wish to do this job without something in return, so why not all of you? Of course, this is an order from the league so you don't have much choice in the matter if you want to do this or not, but on top of having the glory and fear of being the one to strike down the 'unkillable killer', whom no one else could stop up to this point, and having your name known throughout the kingdom, surely you will be handsomely rewarded for your services. Or so the league leader said. I'll be sure to put in the good word for anyone I feel has done a good job in my eyes to sweeten the deal." The dark haired man gazed lazily over towards Blakesley. "Of course, I can't say the same for your little soldiers. I wouldn't put it past the royals not to bat an eye at such a deed of disposing of the killer who killed the young prince without any reward at all, but what do I know." Blackjack ended the sentence with a bored yawn.
"We fight to protect the kingdom, but where bravery and valor are shown, it is noticed and rewarded all the same," Blakesley retorted to the second in command of the assassins, his forehead twitching in annoyance.
Blackjack held up his hands in fake surrender, but before he could shoot back a sarcastic retort everyone noticed the distant sound of chains clinking together, becoming more pronounced as it came near.
Kostis looked around to see a cloaked man bringing forth a chained up woman behind himself. Kostis raised a eyebrow at the sight of the Executioner bringing out the locked up assassin whom was known and feared by most of the guards at the castle.
"Sir Blakesley," The man announced after stopping in front of the head knight, dropping down to his knees in a bow. "I brought the prisoner as requested. Sir, would you like me to free her from her shackles?"
"To your feet, Executioner." Blakesley ajured. "And you may, as long as she knows her place. With you here she would be smart to figure that out now rather than later."
The Executioner's eyes suddenly locked onto Blackjack's figure in a moment of recognition.
"Well, well, if it isn't the infamous Blackjack himself. It's been a while." The cloaked man said, a smile coming to his lips.
Blackjack peered down at the Executioner, a sly grin coming to his own face.
"It certainly has been. How are you? As you can see, I'm still as devilishly handsome and talented as always. And it seems you're doing well, frightening as ever, are we?" He narrow-eyed man commented, nodding in reference to Blakesley's words.