Open Dark Deeds

[Amon Fade]

9th Of Spring, 513AV

As Amon woke from his slumber he could see the sun had already begun it's climb into the sky. Amon wasn't used to sleeping this late but it left him feeling much better. After taking a few more minutes in the covers of the bed, indulging in their softness before climbing out and getting dressed. He ate the last of the deer he had caught the day before and headed out, taking his backpack with him. Pondering what he was going to do for the day he recalled the many locations and establishments he could visit. His hopes of having a good time were dashed when he remembered the amount of Miza's he had in his coinpurse. With a sigh Amon headed towards East Street to join others of his kind in their dark deeds.

As Amon walked down East Street he saw the usual for areas like this, prostitutes, shady figures and the occasional crime going on. Truth be told Amon would rather get an honest job, but he knew nothing else but how to steal. Discreetly, he began looking for potential targets, eventually his eyes locked on what seemed to be a suitable target, an elderly man dressed in fine clothes, he wore a coinpurse on his belt, almost begging to be stolen. Amon walked ahead of the man before doubling back and "accidently" hitting into him and ripping the coinpurse from his belt. Amon walked ahead calling out a quick apology and turned down an alleyway. As soon as he was out of sight he broke into a sprint, trying to put as much distance between him and the victim before he realized he had been robbed.

After 15 minutes of running through backstreets he finally stopped out of breath, it didn't sound like he had been caught. Only then did he stop to examine the purse, while it had reasonable amount of Mizas Amon couldn't help but be disappointed, it wasn't enough, he would have to steal again.

Suddenly heard the sound of somebody approaching, he had been so absorbed in the money that he didn't hear them coming, if the stranger had malicious intent (or good depending on your opinion) it was too late to run. Hands ready to draw his dagger he turned to face the stranger.

[Mortuus]

East Street was as close of a home as Mortuus possessed. Perhaps some would find that pitiable, or loathsome, but this place was where the work flowed from. Her work, the work of a hunter of men, the silent blade in the night, the work of an assassin. The tall and lean woman did not hate the fact that she killed people for gold, murder was simply another business, or so her former slave master had told her repeatedly.

Since arriving in Zeltiva she had quickly found employment in East Street, counting at least two low key murders to her name. They had not been glamorous or particularly well paying, but half of being an assassin was building reputation and establishing contacts, which was the purpose of these jobs. Today she was not on the hunt, no, instead she was surveying the landscape of East Street. It was important for her to get her bearings in this new place, to commit each alleyway to memory, to know the abandoned buildings that dotted the place as well as her own home.

Mortuus gazed over everything around her with a critical gleam in her icy blue eyes, glaring at any thief who dared to stray to close daring them to try and cut her purse. Her hand rested comfortably on the pommel of her tulwar, as it was unwise to travel East Street unarmed. The mere sight of the fearsome curved sword was usually enough to deter most theives, besides they could easily find better prey.

The assassin turned into a nearby backstreet and happened upon a curious sight. A ginger haired man stood in the middle of the secluded backstreet, examining something in his hands. As Mortuus approched, her hand still upon her weapon, she noted that he was examining a coin purse.

Another thief, the woman thought, And a very oblivious one at that.

[Amon Fade]

Amon quickly spun around and sized the woman up. She was tall, around 2' shorter than him, she was tanned and wore her tail in a pony tail. While she was definitely human there was definitely some other race mixed up in there as well. But for Amon her most important feature was the sword hanging at her waist.


Amon knew well that this encounter could either end in bloodshed if it wasn't handled right but to be frank Amon hadn't a clue how to get out of this situation.


Amon drew his Flametongue dagger, his eyes burning with anticipation. Whilst he didn't know for certain if this woman was a threat he couldn't risk not being prepared. "If you know what's good for you, you'll turn back the way you came" Amon wasn't sure if he could actually beat the girl in a fight, so instead he resorted to intimidation, but he doubted it was going to work

[Mortuus]

Mortuus raised an eyebrow at the man's threat, surely he was not serious? The way he held his dagger was rather amateurish and she could bet in a fight, due to her training with her blade and her weapon's longer reach she would be the victor. Judging from the man words however he was not looking for a fight, neither was she, at least not today.

She quickly glanced over the man now that she had a better look at him, his clothing was dirty and his own skin was covered in dirt. He was tall, only a little more than her and his face possessed a scar under his left eye. All in all it looked like he had been though some rough times, Mortuus could sympathize with that.

The woman did not yet pull her weapon from its sheath but did move her hand from the pommel of the weapon to its hilt, her fingers curling around it tightly. Her icy blue eyes were fixed upon the man's dagger and her stance widened subtly, ready should he be foolish enough to attack her. She had to admit, dispite herself, she was curious about this desperate looking thief. If things got violent she would kill him, simple as that.

"You should probably put that away, if was going to kill you I would have done so already." She said, her tone cold but not entirely unfriendly.

[Calen]

Whistling both off-key and out-of-tune, Calen walked the streets of Zeltiva, hands deposited firmly in the pocket of his, slightly, discolored trousers and leather jacket unfastened so as to reveal his tunic clad chest to the elements. Though it may have seemed as if he walked without a care in the world, that simply was not the case; Calen was worrying about what he was going to do with the four mizas he had found in his trousers. Though the money was, of course, his own, Calen had completely forgotten he had neglected to remove the money from that particular article of clothing and as such, had been pleasantly surprised when he had jammed his hand into the pockets and found the coins ready and waiting to be spent. Still whistling his jaunty tune, Calen, soon found himself at the intersection that lead to The Docks, The University, West Street or East Street. Having just come from East Street, having been a resident of the University and deciding that he was desperately in need of some entertainment, rumors be damned, Calen began to make his way into the....seedier parts of Zeltiva. His whistling having died down but his smile just as prominent, Calen's head swiveled this way and that as he took in the spectacle that was East Street. Needless to say, Calen's rather conspicuous behavior gathered the attention of some of the people that littered the street, but he paid them no mind and none pursued him or anything of the sort; many were convinced he was simply lost and touched in the head, whilst others presumed he was just crazy. Eventually, Calen's self-appointed adventure found him staring at what he believed was a rather shapely rear a fair bit ahead and as he often did when he was confronted with just such a situation, Calen picked up his pace, intent on chasing the rear and the woman it was undoubtedly attached to, down. Brushing past a few people and eliciting more than a few complaints, Calen found a side-street looming ahead, the very same one he had seen the woman step into. "Excu-" Calen's shout for her attention, he was hoping she was still walking the street, was cut off short as he caught sight of what was going on. It appeared the woman, who was oddly well-armed, but that must have been how everyone did things in East-Street, was being accosted by a scraggly looking thief. Choosing to play the admittedly unfamiliar role of hero Calen let out a high-pitched, highly tremulous "Stop right there criminal scum?"

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[Amon Fade]

Amon was about to sheathe his weapon and begin speaking to the woman before he was interrupted by somebody calling out a cry for Amon to stop what he was doing. The voice was unusually high-pitched and was far too dramatic.


Amon looked over the woman's shoulder to find the source of the cry, when he found it he stopped what he was doing, stared incredulously for a moment before breaking out in a deep chuckle, which soon became hysterical laughter. For standing in front of him was a person, barely of shaving age demanding him to stop his "evil deeds" He was shore, skinny and hadn't a scrap of muscle on him or a weapon in sight. Usually Amon tried to not judge people from their appearances but this was a different matter. This boy, was either brave or stupid enough to charge into East Street, the home of crime in Zeltiva and essentially insult them all with one sentence, Amon couldn't help but laugh at his stupidity.

He fell against the wall, still laughing uncontrollably, but he still kept his eyes on the stranger, and more importantly the woman. Eventually he controlled himself, and took on a deadly serious tone "Now why don't you run along home to your mother boy, while you still can," Amon still eyed the woman cautiously, he was certain he could handle the boy but the woman looked like she knew how to handle herself.

[Mortuus]

Mortuus turned slightly, still keeping an eye on the thief, and looked upon the rather unimpressive looking lad before her. Honestly it was rather surprising that the boy had managed to make it two steps into East Street without be robbed of everything he owned. She assumed that his little out burst had been directed to the thief as a means of defending her, a wasted gesture as any guards within earshot would probably have been bought off to ignore such cries.

"You may wish to take the man's advice, your little out burst might attract unwanted attention, if you catch my meaning." Mortuus said calmly.

"No need to worry about me, boy, I am fully equiped to deal with muggers, you however look less so." The woman stated, gesturing to her blade.

The thief had seemed rather amused by the arrival of this would be hero, and if she were honest with herself so was she, though for different reasons. The boy had no idea that the woman he was trying to protect from the so called criminal scum was in fact one of them. It was really rather ironic.

Still she kept her gaurd up around this young man, considering that Zeltiva boasted an academy that instructed people in the use of magic it would be rather stupid of her to just take what the boy was at face value. Perhaps that made her paranoid but that was simply how she was built, or rather how her former owner had shaped her to be. Be ever aware at all times and nothing can take you by surprise. It was a shame that her master could not heed his own advice, if he had then perhaps he might still be alive.

[Calen]

Never having been one for taking action, even in the face of injustice, Calen was anything but certain of what response his words would have elicited. Needless to say, laughter and merriment, on the part of the bandit with the knife, no less, was what he had expected. His look of fear swiftly being replaced by a blush and an awkward glance to his lower left, Calen began to kick at the ground, his embarrassment disarming and distracting him, even from anger. When the laughter died down suddenly, Calen glanced back at the thief and in his expression, Calen found the fuel for his anger to ignite. His expression growing deathly serious, mouth turning to a grim line, his staring unwaveringly at the man and hands balled into fists, Calen took the man's suggestion with anything but a clear head. Jaw clenching and releasing in rapid succession, Calen glanced at her and chose to address the woman, his eyes having only briefly left the mugger's, as she had named him, form. Taking a step forward before he spoke "It's plain to see you are not a native of this city; we have precious few women of such beauty and even less men of such....barbaric employment". "As a native of this city, allow me to inform you, both of you." Calen's eyes turned hard as he spoke and he unclenched his fists. He was no expert in hand to hand combat, and he would've preferred to keep his...talents unknown, but sometimes you had to do things you didn't want to do. "Zeltiva is not a city to be overtaken by waves of corruption. Nor by barbarians and bullies; Zeltiva stands against waves, storms and all manner of madness. Zeltiva is a city that fosters many and welcomes even more. I would prefer to be like my city when it stands tall and unmoving against even the most harrowing of storms, but instead..." Fishing about in his pocket as he trailed off, Calen extracted a few coins before glancing down at them. Counting them out, he realized one was a gold miza and the other three were silver ones. Throwing them out before him with a lazy toss Calen muttered "Take it and go. I'd sooner avoid any bloodshed; whether by your, the fair lady's or my own hand."

[Amon Fade]

Amon couldn't help but to raise his eyebrow and wear in amused expression when the boy stepped forward his fists clenched. And then the boy began to speak. In the beginning Amon feigned his boredom by letting loose a yawn but as the speech advanced Amon's amusement changed to anger. How dare this mere boy insult him, by the looks of him he's never had to do a days work in his life always getting what he needed from mommy and daddy

Amons rage was building throughout the speech if provoked any more things would turn violent, and things rarely went well for his opponent when he was angry.

Amon walked up to the boy, ignoring the money on the ground. "Its easy for your to act the self righteous hero when you've been born into a home with a family, never having to worry about your next meal or how will you survive the cold night, not having to worry about the bitter cold of the winter or the scorching heat of the Summer Sun, no you've been protected up in your little university learning some course while the rest of us struggle to survive! Amon was building himself into a frenzy, his voice getting louder as he progressed " Do not think for one moment that you have the right to call us barbaric and brand us scrum because we struggle to survive!" Amon was fully enraged now and was about to strike out "YOU ARE NOT BETTER THAN US!" Unable to control himself Amon drove his dagger towards the boy's gut.

[Mortuus]

Mortuus found the boys speech about morality rather amusing, it seemed to reflect a rather sheltered life. The Zeltiva he had just described was most certainly not the one she lived in, it was most certainly not East Street. She quirked an eyebrow at being called fair lady, that was certainly not something she was used to.

The thief had seemed to take these comments rather less well than she had and loudly yelled at the boy before lunging at him, his dagger gleaming brightly. The assassin jumped away from the rage consumed thief, her tulwar making a rather sinister hiss as it slid from its sheath. The tall woman backed into the shadows of the back street, her curved blade at the ready should either man threaten her. This really was not her concern, if the sheltered lad ended up getting a hole in his gut it could safely be filed under not her problem.

If she needed to defend herself she would however as it stood she was ready to depart this violent scene quickly. Or kill someone if that was what it came down to.