[16:52] (Ember, the Candidate): had been reading scrolls for hours again when he saw a black figure that looked similar in stature to his best friend and rubbed his eyes. Was he dreaming or was it real? “Tal Killer” he greeted as a precaution
[16:53] (Ember, the Candidate): had been reading scrolls for hours again when he saw a black figure that looked similar in stature to his best friend and rubbed his eyes. Was he dreaming or was it real? “Tal Killer” he greeted as a precaution
17:01: Black larl turned to see the lad that approached and greeted with a silent nod, not confirming his identity nor denying it, perhaps he was once a candidate, long ago, perhaps not here, but the lad saw him as if he recognized him, so he decided to stand and then spoke “Candidate…Tal”
[17:05] (Ember, the Candidate): Amir used one of his disguise exercises again and wanted to test him? he looked at the killer and since there were no slaves running around, which was usually the case, especially during training sessions, he offered to give the killer something to eat and drink. “Killer are you thirsty or hungry? I’ll be happy to bring you something.”
17:06: Black larl looked to the candidate and said “Follow” without answering questions, his voice was very raspy and aged, his hair greyed, his skin had spots, if it was a disguise it was beyond skilled.
17:11: Black larl silent steps of the large man prowled behind the woman, he quietly whispered a question “Lost, woman?” his voice, deep, raspy and guttural, as if he growled it out, age perhaps.
[17:12] (Ember, the Candidate): he seemed to be mistaken and followed the killer, quietly to find out who he was and what he wanted here
[17:13] (Yoko Togashi): /me was not so quiet as he believed. That was perhaps proven when her gaze turned to him before he spoke. “No.” Was all she said as she took look at him, turning to fully face him. “Are you, Lord gaijin?”
17:17: Black larl did not understand anything she said at all, for her words were not of this world, he then asked “Lord, Gaijin? Make sense woman, if you are not lost, speak, where do you think you are.” he was not trying to be silent, for if he had been, or considered her a threat, he would not have spoken. His old cold eyes gazed upon the woman that sort of reminded him of a panis of the west, but spoke like a barbarian. “From earth?” he tilted his head, perhaps curious.
[17:21] (Yoko Togashi): /me shook her head. “I am at the Black Lodge, a guest of the Lodge who has been given permission to be here.” She didn’t answer his question of whether or not she was from the barbarian planet. As far as she was concerned, that was all he needed to know at this juncture. “The fact that you seem painfully ignorant to this known fact tells me that I am not the one who is lost. Who are you exactly?”
[17:24] (Ember, the Candidate): stood silently and attentively listening to the words behind one of the stalls, he could just as well have been a trader waiting for customers
17:28: Black larl tapped his feet on the ground, the Larl was a patient man, but not a tolerant one, he would normally see “Guests” of any court joined by a Killer, he had seen her elsewhere already, same attire, same attitude and he approached her, same as any man of gor would approach a mouthy, unaccompanied free woman. And then asked “Whose Guest?” he waited to hear a familiar name. Not that he really cared, the woman had ignored a direct question, and there was two things he enjoyed. Mouthy women without a collar, antagonizing anyone in a place they were simply a ‘guest’ wasn’t one of them.
[17:34] (Ember, the Candidate): followed the scene attentively without making himself noticed
[17:34] (Yoko Togashi): /me took a single step back when he approached, and then another as he tried to close the distance between them. Seemed that she was familiar with this dance, giving ground once one decided to invade her own. The pattern was simple, and it was that she would not allow him within arms reach. “I do not believe it is necessary to tell you, without knowing who you are.” She was well awarer of Killers, and those who claimed to be killers. She did not recognize him as one of the killers present at the lodge, but she also knew she had no authority to force him to identify himself either. “I respectfully request that you keep your distance until a time that your identity can be verified by one of the Killers of this Lodge. All you must know is that I was invited here by one of this lodge. You are welcome to seek out the Master of this lodge if you doubt my words.”
[17:37] (Ember, the Candidate): “Inwardly, he was already placing bets on how long this woman would continue to breathe”
17:38: Black larl no more words were needed. He considered her a liar and an intruder, where black banners hung, words were chosen carefully. Many a intruder claimed to know the killers, or claimed to be invited, a killer of the lodge, bosswell pass, or the other courts brought their guests, and the Larl was not one to believe any killer to take word or coin from a pani woman…
17:38: Black larl sighs “I really hate when I am forced to do this…” he says, taking a fighting stance, and he taps his feet, blades out…
[17:41] (Yoko Togashi): /me watched the killer finally fall and walked over to him and used her geta to kick his blade away fro his hand. She’d used his own ropes to start the bindingn process.
[17:42] (Yoko Togashi): /me moved to place his arms behind his bakc and removed his bracers. She weaved the arms between his wrist in a figure eight and ended the binds in a capture knot.
[17:42] (Yoko Togashi): /me then removed the mans boots from his legs, pulling the legs together and binding them together in a similar manner to his arms, that same figure eight wrap and ended off into a secodn capture knot.
17:43: Black larl took a knee “Hm… Killer T told you to come looking for one, didn’t he?” he broke the weapon wounding his arm, before he was tied, he stayed calm. He would find out who sent her soon enough.
[17:43] (Yoko Togashi): /me for good measure tdecided to add a thrid rope uponhim to serve as a leash.
Isolet Nightingale tries to bind AmirMahalah Resident.
[17:44] (Yoko Togashi): /me shook her rhead, “Actually no he did not….” she told him calmly. “though I coudl ask you the same…”
Isolet Nightingale tries to bind AmirMahalah Resident.
17:44: /me – AmirMahalah Resident has been force bound by Isolet Nightingale (no response). –
17:45: Black larl cracked his neck, he was too old for this. He wondered how she would explain the situation to the other killer. Silence was his language now.
[17:46] (Ember, the Candidate): watched this Pani woman, who said she was a visitor, fight a killer. Her weapons would have to be weaker, like a man’s, unless she was disguised and there was a man under her clothes.
[17:47] (Yoko Togashi): /me sighed when she looked at him and took note that she was not being answered on that matter. She looked over to where Ember was hiding and told him. “You can come out now, candidate.” She was definitely not fond of the observer to say the least.
[17:49] Crow (Melchior Wardell): me would regard Yoko and arched a brow as he noted the man in black on a leash. That alone might already be something to address “What is going on?” he asks.
[17:50] (Ember, the Candidate): “Tal Killer” he bent his head briefly in Crow’s direction, “Tal Pani contract woman”
17:53: Black larl cracked his neck. He looked over and said “Tal, Killer” said the Larl. Scoffed “I am getting too old for this.” he rolled on his back and sat up. The dizzyness abandoning him. The thrill of a fight was something he loved, but something was off here. “Contract women attacking the lodge, dodging questions…but I must say, Killer, she could be hired as a mercenary as well” he gave a slight pained chuckle.
[17:55] (Yoko Togashi): /me held fast to the leash of the man on the ground, uncertain of who he was to say the least, or who “Killer T” was. She was only aware of four killers in this lodge, and all but one had approved of her presence.
[17:55] (Yoko Togashi): /me violence over diplomacy, hence your current… situation.”
[18:01] Crow (Melchior Wardell): /me would stare to Ember slightly annoyed “The contract woman as you call her has a name … I am sure it was once given.” he would return his attention back to Yoko. He knew the woman was skilled and it did not surprise him that she was able to overmaster a fellow that might have not matched her skills. He would grin towards Yoko as he hears the man that should clearly take a notch down. “From what I know you are not a known killer and an imposter. There are no city laws and for such .. you a male attacking a woman is already way taking it to far. I am a patient fellow but not with men like you.” he would take his killing knife and kneel beside him. Taking his head and lifting it up.
[18:04] (Ember, the Candidate): “Killer, I’ve seen a lot of things in my life, but a woman attacking a man, a killer, instead of answering his questions or avoiding him is a behavior that not even men in a city exhibit. Even men prefer to cross the street and this woman didn’t give me her name either.” Then he observed the scene in front of him. Would Crow kill a bound, defenseless other killer without taking gold? That was an interesting lesson.
18:09: Black larl looks to the candidate he did not know the name yet, he was wondering how the woman knew he was a candidate, and then he said “Candidate, pull out your scroll and writing of what you heard and give it to the Killer, Come get these bindings off of me, she is meant to identify herself, he lost this ‘Lord’ diplomacy when she failed to answer and antagonized. Then looked to Crow, perhaps remembering him, perhaps not. “Contract women roam freely here… pointed to the woman and asked “Is that your slave in disguise?” he recalled killer C, had a Pani slave. But perhaps he was unto something.” Saying “I am a marauder, hired as a mercenary, sometimes to kill, somtimes not…protecting is more of my line of work, he addressed crow. “A man has seen the Pani woman in Kar, if not mistaken, had she said your name…she didn’t even had to say it fully, A man would not have attacked. But no name was given, I was told to seek Killer D, but when I arrived, only the Candidate was here, she climbed the path to the fortress
18:09: Black larl I asked questions, when she refused to answer, I approached, further words were given, but no answer.” he said, explaining the situation to C. Not naming himself a Killer here, even if he wore black, it was simply a color that hid him in darkness. “Mind cutting me loose, Killer? Talk it over black wine?” he was heavy. and bound. But Killers knew no honor, would Crow risk the consequences, or let the woman face them on her own? The Larl was now really curious.
[18:10] Crow (Melchior Wardell): /me glanced back to Ember in question “Oh you recognize this killer ?” he asks quite amused. “This man is no killer. I can assure you. This man – wearing black in a fortress that is behind the black banners is an impostor and not recognized as a killer. As to if this killer would take down a target that was defenseless – Hell yeah – no honor there – just plain murder. As he held the head he would take his dagger and run it along his throat in one clear cut.
[18:11] Crow (Melchior Wardell): /me would drop the head as he saw the blood run over the tiles. The man no longer to speak and very difficult to breath if he tried.
[18:11] Crow (Melchior Wardell): /me would clean his dagger at the end of the black claok of the impostor and regard the candidate and back to Yoko “I will have the sleen drag it back so let it bleed to death.
[11:11:00] Crow (melchior.wardell) would drop the head as he saw the blood run over the tiles. The man no longer to speak and very difficult to breath if he tried.
[11:11:44] Crow (melchior.wardell) would clean his dagger at the end of the black claok of the impostor and regard the candidate and back to Yoko “I will have the sleen drag it back so let it bleed to death.
[11:11:50] zCS # [Mod] AmirMahalah Resident declined to be killed by Melchior Wardell.
[11:12:59] Black-Larl allowed the bag of bosk blood around his neck to bleed, and pretended to die, he even made mock gasps to feed a rather convincing act. and remained there, it seemed, Crow chose the war path.
[11:15:35] Ember, the Candidate: nodded and gave the killer the scroll about the situation. “I don’t know him, at first I thought I knew him too, but this man is much older, look at his skin”
[11:16:06] Yoko Togashi sighed as she listened to Ember once again speak what she perceived as nonsense. “Once again, candidate Ember, you misrepresent reality to suit your own flawed perception of it. I did not attack this man, I simply defended myself from him. You on the other hand, have yet to understand the meaning of ‘information control.’ Being of the male gender does not make you the authority over every woman in existence. I do not know him, and I gave him the means to validate my words to him. He chose violence… and you are choosing, quite blatantly.. to lie to defend this man who is not verified as a Killer aside his chosen color of clothing.”
She fell silent once more once the two actually started speaking once more. As often as she did, men started speaking, and she remained silent, while calmly observing, listening and taking in information. She did not actually move when the action was made to slide the blade across the bound man’s throat. She wasn’t certain what was expected. Was she supposed to just stand the [11:16:06] Yoko Togashi and allow herself to be attacked, possibly killed by a man who did not enjoy her answers? Perhaps the candidate.. and the fellow on the floor were used to Slave girls being recipients of needless cruelty and thanking them for it. She was not a slave-girl.
[11:18:42] Crow (melchior.wardell) was not impressed with Ember as he spoke “Seems you have a lot to learn about women, candidate. Surely those that I tollerate around myself.” he snapped.
[11:20:19] Ember, the Candidate: nodded “Yes killer” he kept his thoughts to himself
[11:25:20] Crow (melchior.wardell) looked back and pondered if he should take the mans head and put it on a spike to have an example for all to see. “Well lady Yoko. I am sorry I was too late and you needed to do this. You are a guest and clearly this one … was to easily fooled.” pointing to Ember “Did he even try to over throw a marketstall to have this man stopped or was he doing nothing to see to your safety ?” he asks.
[11:32:16] Yoko Togashi looked over to Ember and shook her head. Given his earlier words she felt that answer was quite obvious. “He did not, my Lord.” She chose her words carefully in this matter. “He actually followed the man and hid behind the stalls as this was happening. He did not emerge until I called him to stop hiding after the skirmish had ended.” She would not speak on any other matter at this point. Though she did agree that the man on the ground did not identify himself as a Killer. She had already spoken as such.
[11:35:28] Ember, the Candidate: “Killer, I don’t have a weapon and I didn’t get involved in the fight. I wouldn’t destroy Black Logde goods and I would never interfere in a fight involving a killer. How was I supposed to know if he was a real or fake killer? As a candidate, I can’t ask a guest who appears here in black clothing for proof,” he replied respectfully. and then greeted the people who had joined the group. “Tal killer, tal slaves”
[11:36:17] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) made her way up to the market to get some … things … for the kitchen. The merchant there was lucky, to say the least, that they had pretty much exclusive rights but even with that market presence they did not dare rise the prices. Hah. Spotting a gathering there, she made her way over out of her usual, feline curiosity, spotting her master along with Yoko, Ember and another man on the floor. She blinks a moment, arching a brow and making her way over, falling silent that she was seen but not heard. A smile to Ember given when he greeted her and a dip of her head in response and a non-verbal greet.
[11:37:35] Crow (melchior.wardell) would not entertain or discuss things in length with those he felt impostors or lawless mercenaries. So when he simply sliced his throat he had done so without any much regret or feeling. As if the mere kill was all in a days work. Not that he did not take it serious. Surely he did – it was his livelihood. “I see.” he replied to Yoko. “Haru, see that the lady is taken care of bring her some of the best sake I have in stock.” as he turned to Ember “Do you see this ? Do you see me enjoying this ? Did I ever tell you about the woman and what she is ?” as Ember spoke he would narrow his eyes “Surely we must have been mistaken. Candidates of the caste are keen men. Intelligent, aware and focused. I have not been able to catch you on these matters. So you are walking a very thin line here. Tell me do you wish to test me now ? Truly ?”
Here is the full transcript of the event at the En’Kara Fair – Questions you wished to ask an Assassin but never dared to ask. Much thanks for Red to compile the notes.
[10:00] Obsidian (thom.podlum) shouts: ‘Ladies, Gents, and beasts. It is our great pleasure to see so many living, breathing, clients, ummm, I mean people here today. This is your chance to ask what you wish of the men in black. As a reminder, we will consider all here today as OOC. And with that, i will ask my fellow men in black to briefly introduce themselves, starting with the Killer to my far left.’ Obs looked to Byron, then stepped back.
[10:02] Byron Greenwood: Welcome, all, this our question and answer session for En’Karfa 2024. I am Scar, of the Black Lodge, Master Assassin, trained at the original Black Caste Tented Compound by Solomon Voss. My partner during training was Severus Koskinen. Those assisting Solomon were Sarus Lohner, Vincent Cassady, Nizmo Raymaker and Cancifer Ogg. I am likely to be the oldest caste member here present.
[10:03] Conrad (achlysnightfire): Greetings. I am Conrad, the only blonde assassin of Gor it seems chuckles I trained with Colton-Dru quite some time ago (2013) and am a caste master assassin now. At the moment I have a court in Forest Port, the new one of course, where the caste is outlawed so I move in the shadows and plot to gain control of the Port thanks to an amazing group of role players. Waves to the ladies from the Port who are there
[10:04] Chronepsis: My name is Chronepsis, I passed my stand in 2012, and my trainer was Storm (Cheveyo Stormcrow). I am not in any particular city, and you’ll mostly probably see me wandering.
[10:04] αяѕυѕ (daimos.baarer): Greetings, I am Arsus, my camp is located in Kassau, the door to the north, been a member of the caste for a long time. I’m jokingly called the silent killer because I often just listen and say little. I’m ancient in SL as well as in RL 🙂
[10:05] Myrddin (drizantlar.veriander): To a few here I am simply known as “M”, to many more due to a certain slave -eyes feather-. I have become known as the natorious not-a-baker. Googles of goeeans have fallen at my feet for one way or another. I live a simple life of gold and steel. I am the Master Assassin of Genesian Port, a Lieutenant in the Gorean Black Caste (GBC) ran by the ‘old’ man to my right, who is very old. Did I mention he’s old?
[10:05] Skuld Forkbeard (charly.snowfield) she listen to the killers story and takes not for blackmail later on, the caste her eyes on M and smirks.
[10:05] Obsidian (thom.podlum) stepped forward once again. ‘Greetings again. Most simply call me Obs. Born of Heimdal, my home now is in Boswell Pass as the Master Assassin of the GBC. Trained under the great Colton Dark. And I, well, have the reputation for being the most …. romantic Killer. At least that is what i was voted a few years ago at this very fair. But I shall say, that is a complete lie.’
[10:05] Crow (melchior.wardell) would look about himself. There was a certain degree of authority about him. One that had come over the many years in his caste. “My name is Crow. I am currently the Court Master within Port Kar. But you might have seen me in Ar and the Lost City. ” he knew that some already might question as to why but he would let that linger “I was trained by Solomon Voss, Serpent, Scar, Judas and many others. The training was cruel and hard, but it made me earn the black livery. Even though some say I am more pretty in purple.” he grinned and glanced towards Arsus “I started with a high habitability talent, but over the years I lost that talent but have kept my ability to use some humor – even if it is dark or hard to understand.”
[10:06] Black Ost (daricmarano) would turn and move his eyes over a few familiar faces from his training all those vars ago, though he nodded to each as introductions were made. “Greetings. I am known as Daric, I trained with Cancifer Ogg at the Black Caste Tented Compound. I am presently serving the Court in Port Kar under the Master Assassin Crow beside me and I swear we did not plan matching outfits.” He motioned to Crow with a chuckle, as he shook his head.
[10:06] Forneus (mrwhisker): Greetings. I am Forneus, I passed my stand in January of last year, my Mentor was Xaphan, many of the Killers here assisted in my training. I tend to wander the cities of Gor looking for contracts and potential contacts for the caste.
[10:07] Obsidian (thom.podlum): ‘And now, Ladies, Gents, and beasts as well …. your questions. We will do our best to address as many as possible.’ (And a reminder, we are RPing but OOC.)
[10:07] Obsidian (thom.podlum): ‘Who dares go first?’
[10:07] Collin Daines: raises hand
[10:07] Aisha (aishacampbell18): o/
[10:07] Obsidian (thom.podlum) nods to Collin.
[10:08] Conrad (achlysnightfire): then Aisha
almost killed me long ago… nothing like nearly dying to give some respect QUESTION:
[10:08] Aisha (aishacampbell18): “Can an assassin one day become an initiate?”
[10:08] Collin Daines: pfft
[10:09] Collin Daines: Can the caste be hired not just to kill.. but to kidnap people? and if not why not
[10:10] Obsidian (thom.podlum): ‘Excellent. We shall address the Ubar’s question, then the ladies.’ Obs turned to the men and looked toward M.
[10:11] Ira-Tira (justalowlykajira): Raises her hand… and waits her turn.
[10:11] Myrddin (drizantlar.veriander) nods his chin slight “There is no cardinal rule against an assassin kidnapping someone, as a matter of fact its even spoken about in the later books of an assassin doing such… personally for me, it would depend on the reason and to whom and why,… ” he said “if I was asked to go kidnap some random slave, I would point to the slaver’s house… However if it was to say Meek for example, and there was a good reason yeah I’d prob capture and turn her over. Might lead to more work.”
[10:12] Toi Armani Skolldir (babeangel) listened and then eyeballed Conrad but waved back to him*
[10:13] Crow (melchior.wardell) added “since we are people too with preferences and so it is possible that the player you are addressing will not use himself for a certain contract due to his own considerations or story.
[10:13] Byron Greenwood: Ubar, the expression ‘take a life or defend a life’ applies. That is, we may be hired to guard a life as well as take a life. There is good evidence in the books to suggest this, as mentioned. Each Killer considers each contract alone.
[10:14] Obsidian (thom.podlum) looked back to Collin and nodded. ‘And now the second question from the lady.’ Obs looked to Forneus.
[10:14] Forneus looks to Aisha and says calmly, in a level tone. “We would not take that caste for a few reasons. The first is this, once you have won the black, the only way out is through a grave. Second, We are the most hated and feared of castes on gor, A Killer becoming an Initiate in truth would be rather akin to an Assassin appointing himself Ubar. In essence it would overturn the very purpose of our caste, which is to shore up the fabric of the society of Gor.”
[10:15] Myrddin (drizantlar.veriander): Pay me enough and I’ll shave my head bald…
[10:15] Obsidian (thom.podlum) kicks Myr
[10:16] Myrddin (drizantlar.veriander): Oww
[10:17] Ira-Tira (justalowlykajira): Thank you for the overview OOC and what a friendly bunch you all eem – grin- . “Garnering there is a lot of work and dedication to the life you lead as per your descriptions of your time in caste and training. My question relates to jobs you will or wont do?
Do you only kill for coin ? Or…. since the other Master asked the question she added to it instead…
Under protection of a life then, would you have a wide defintion of this? I can think of some examples if needed, but would like to hear first?
[10:17] Denise (deniseflor): I raise my gloved hand waiting to be called.
[10:18] Conrad (achlysnightfire): We kill for coins and when we protect someone we do it for coins, so in thend, if we kill to protect someone, it is always for coins …. actually gold!!!
[10:18] Ira-Tira (justalowlykajira): What about not killing – a fake death?
[10:18] Obsidian (thom.podlum) looked also to Thadd. ‘Would you voice your question good sir?’
[10:19] Thaddeus Himura Dexing (dlmiksch): Byron brought up a good point yesterday. It was concerning entry into a city, port, village etc. of a marked killer and how it should be handled. Please, explain the books view on this as well as the caste’s view itself marked vs. unmarked
[10:19] Obsidian (thom.podlum) turns to Conrad to address the follow up that the lady posed.
[10:21] Kelsier (galem.starship) entered chat range (3.52 m).
[10:22] Byron Greenwood: That tradition has held for the longest time. A garrison should always let a Killer through a gate into a city if he marked, and he will bring in what he desires without comment – i.e. weapons, so forth.. If not, he is to be treated as any citizen of Gor should be treated, save that he is a man of caste. Low caste, yes. But caste all the same.
[10:23] Conrad (achlysnightfire): And it is in the books, we are not making it up
[10:23] Alma Coeur turned a sideways glance to Mira and snorts. “They’re just men that kill for a living.”
[10:23] Ira-Tira (justalowlykajira): Thank you for the query the reason of my question, it related to my comment on your caste dedication. Would it be an insult to fake a death, or , if a prior answer about protection of life for coin woudl be justifiable enough to fake a death. How wide is the definition of ” protection of life ” So yes you could for a lure, but i was more trying to see if the Black caste had a heart ( laughing) …. would they perhaps … have means ot achieve an objective of protection ( for gold) without killing someone, but faking someones death. instead. [10:23] Ira-Tira (justalowlykajira): ( for gold)
[10:24] Ella De Wren Bade (elladewren) listens waiting her turn.
[10:24] Mira (miraea) grins, “Yeah… exactly…”
[10:24] Byron Greenwood: I should add, it was good to see the Caste of Warriors afirm they will hold to this tradition.
[10:24] Thaddeus Himura Dexing (dlmiksch): Thank you killers.
[10:24] Obsidian (thom.podlum) looked to Ella and also to Toi. ‘Please pose your questions.’
[10:24] Ella De Wren Bade (elladewren): My question is a two part one. You have stated that there are cases where one of your caste may take a contract of protection. Would you take one knowing that the most likely one you would be protecting against would be another of your caste. Essentially, making it so you took a contract on another killer who had a contract to take out the one you had a contract to protect. counts on her fingers to make sure she had the right number of contracts listed and nods And Would that mean you need another contract for the kill to kill the killer contracted to kill your protectee or do they get two jobs for the price of one?
[10:24] Nia Luna (nialuna): I heard that the black caste is highly honored everywhere and it is an honor if such an assassin appears in the city [10:24] Conrad (achlysnightfire): chuckles “our heart has been buried the day we killed our friend and partner in training”
[10:25] Chronepsis: On a side OOC note though, there were several rules that caused headaches. There were some cities back in the day that required you to put “Marked” on your meter, and ostensibly this allowed you to wander around the city so you can do your job. It had the opposite effect, in that when you walked in the city every warrior in there was keeping track of you. So, need to be careful and sometimes about those rules on an OOC level.
[10:25] Ella De Wren Bade (elladewren) smiles and dips her head hearing all she needed in answer
[10:26] Iɾιʂԋღ™ (irish.breen) ughs as she totally agree’s about the ‘ omg they have a mark omg its a panther, map map who’s gonna map.
[10:26] Byron Greenwood: At the gate, I would suggest the warrior there should do what he must to confirm if a Killer is marked or not. Then the matter proceeds from there.
[10:27] Toi Armani Skolldir (babeangel): This is a hypothetical questions of course for one or all to answer.
How would the caste or any Killer take being tricked and then captured by lets says a women or by anyone really. Then held for a few days before let go. Now they are not hurt or tutored or anything. They did it just to see if they could and have a nice chat with them?
I know this seems strange but i am curious how it would be taken and possible handled if it ever happened
[10:28] Nia Luna (nialuna): I wish the black caste to have more of you and live as long as possible…smiles
[10:29] Nia Luna (nialuna): you are all great and honorable caste
[10:29] Allerd it>en: Nia they always live are the others who die ….
[10:30] Black Ost (daricmarano) shook his head a bit. He would glance to Toi. “Tricked and captured. We live by the sword, we expect to die by it. It likely depends on the killer, but personally I’d rather die by the sword in those situations so I am afraid it would be a rather…boring conversation with me.”
[10:30] Nia Luna (nialuna): yes i know Alerd …but it is only my wishes for them
[10:31] Conrad (achlysnightfire): Toi, reaction to your scenario may vary depending on the killer
[10:31] Nia Luna (nialuna): yes….it is honorable die at sword..we panthers agree with this
[10:31] Denise (deniseflor): Has any woman ever killed a man of this caste? Or did she cheat? Would she be convicted if she killed such a man by murder? Even though he is a assassin?Do they disguise themselves by pretending to be another caste? If the caste is forbidden, is their enemy the red caste?
[10:31] Byron Greenwood: I can assure, no matter what petty mission you bring our way, we have endured far worse. All of us. Best to treat us with extreme caution. We are not well known for our humour, nor are we forgiving.
[10:32] Iɾιʂԋღ™ (irish.breen) nods nods to Nia Death before a Collar.
[10:33] Toi Armani Skolldir (babeangel): That would make sense I was just curious and if you found out one of your caste members had that happen.. how would treat them or would that different to each killer as well?
[10:33] Mira (miraea) reaches up and rubs her chin, “Kidnapping a black caste for a few days…” she nudges Alma, “Sounds like a fun weekend don’t you think?”
[10:33] Nia Luna (nialuna): yes death is better how collar
[10:34] Taslin (sadiqueviiix): was listening, learning none the less
[10:34] Forneus raised a finger. “Ella, To ensure I’ve got your question correct I’ll take it in order. Point one: In the case of taking a contract where I know another Killer has already accepted a contract against your life. Personally, I probably wouldn’t. There is nothing in the books or rules preventing me from taking that contract but I personally, knowing how hard the training is to get through, would prefer not to reset a Killer’s story like that. Even if I was to take that contract, it would be a truly ruinous sum I would claim as my price for the simple reason that I know I must bring coin into the caste to retrain that Killer’s replacement, or my own. Depending on which of us succeeded. Now, of course this changes if I accept the contract first, and then a Killer is contracted against your life, that changes the question, and we would each do our best in pursuit of our contracts. There is nothing saying the Killer must strike while I am protecting my client. If he can find a time when my client sends me away. Well, that avoids the issue of one of us killing the other. One of the core rules of the caste is that we do not take coin against another Killer. For the second part of your question. I would reference my last statement regarding a contract against the caste. I would also add that if I see another way to protect my client than the sword, I will always explore that alternative first. For example, ordering you to flee or be quiet while I defuse the situation. There is more to protecting a client than simply downing someone that is verbally aggressive towards her.
[10:34] Alma Coeur just shook her head at Mira’s comment. “You never want to get on their bad side… or good side for that matter.”
[10:34] Iɾιʂԋღ™ (irish.breen): good answers!
[10:34] Crow (melchior.wardell): A woman that has killed an assassin ? I am sure if she has been able the killer got what he deserved. Since if his skill did not stop her – he is not worthy of the livery.
[10:35] Ella De Wren Bade (elladewren): @
[10:36] Nia Luna (nialuna): it is honor for us here talk with all black
[10:36] Toi Armani Skolldir (babeangel): i know i am a weird Physician but thank you for answering my question
[10:36] Obsidian (thom.podlum) chuckles quietly at Alma’s comment. Then notes Ella’s hand.
[10:36] Thaddeus Himura Dexing (dlmiksch): I have been witness to a slave beating a killer with a broom to incapacitate him after a kill. But, very uncommon I am sure.
[10:37] Crow (melchior.wardell): I am one not to underestimate a slave or a woman – We had once a broom of Laura she was lethal with a broom.
[10:37] Toi Armani Skolldir (babeangel): laughs
[10:38] Rapture (rapture.enchantment) listens on.
[10:38] Nia Luna (nialuna): you are all black fought with panthers too a lot ?
[10:38] Byron Greenwood: Thaddeus, I have seen a slave of mine beat a Killer with a broom. In fact, that slave was the one from Laura, and was owned by me. I think that should say it all.
[10:38] Lynaia (atheria.evergarden): Brooms can be scary in the right hand.
[10:39] Ashley (cuddlypuppy21): be wary of pans too
[10:39] Conrad (achlysnightfire): It also depends on the story, how she manages to do that and why …. it is not something you can judge once and for all, Toi
[10:39] Thaddeus Himura Dexing (dlmiksch): shakes head and looks at Velvet “Brooms and pans look out!”
[10:39] Toi Armani Skolldir (babeangel): yes i know but i was curious is all.. looks innocent*
[10:39] turnipsauce snickers
[10:39] Myrddin (drizantlar.veriander): Denise, to answer your question Yes we do disguise ourselves as other castes. If the caste is forbidden, we probably won’t be wandering around such a place as to are the warriors our enemy, I believe our caste is respected as to the law, and we are allowed to tend our caste duties until up to the kill then all bets are off. However, its well known the warriors don’t like us much. In Genesian Port its well known the Daines are a warrior caste family and for some odd reason they don’t seem to like me much, I wonder why…
[10:39] Crow (melchior.wardell): I agree – in all of this I think we killers are really trying to keep stories going – even though we end some too.
[10:40] Mira (miraea): Or a pencil. An effing pencil.
[10:40] Nia Luna (nialuna): What about the numbers in the black caste? Is it just you or are there more of you?
[10:40] Feather (alarica.lutrova) rolls her eyes at not-a-baker and chuckles
[10:41] Crow (melchior.wardell): Being in disguise is of course always a risk – since – when we are found out and trailed we could face a pike
[10:41] Toi Armani Skolldir (babeangel): yes well i am sure poking at a BC even inf disguise is not a good idea.. either
[10:41] Black Ost (daricmarano) turned to Denise on her barrage of questions. He would wait for the first couple of questions to be answered before he would step forward to speak. “Do they disguise themselves by pretending to be another caste? Yes, often. Though again I cannot speak for all killers on this, but from personal experience I do indeed fill the role to position myself closer to a target. Gaining knowledge of the particular caste I am impersonating to further my alias, though to my own personal risk..should I be found out, which is probably why we take issue with those of the scarlet, though they are just doing their caste as we are.”
[10:41] Conrad (achlysnightfire): grins “no, it is not Toi”
[10:42] Obsidian (thom.podlum) shook his head at Toi
[10:42] Kelsier (galem.starship) looks up at Denise. “In answer to your question, ‘if the caste is forbidden, is their enemy the red caste’, the answer is variable. Save for a brief period of time after the events of Book 1, the Caste itself is not forbidden as of today. In case it was again, warriors would treat us as any other outlaw: not necessarily an enemy, but someone you drive away of your city. As of today, there is a rivalry between Warriors and Assassins, and being Warriors those tasked with defending a city and its citizens they often end up fighting against us. But outside of circumstances there is nothing setting the two Castes as sworn enemies, so in absence of antagonizing circumstances (which do happen often, of course) no, they are not enemy. Rivals, perhaps, and surely not fond of each other. But not actively trying to destroy each other.”
[10:42] Toi Armani Skolldir (babeangel): shrugs* im a mean cranky Torvie women what can i say
[10:43] Ella De Wren Bade (elladewren): ”In follow up to Forneus’s answer. You stated that you would see if there was another way to protect your client. What happens if the person who contracts you for a kill is killed and you know for sure such is true. Do you continue with the contract or is it dropped? If so, would it not become a race at time between two killers to see who gets the target first?”
[10:43] Anya Sanglan (ayannacaro): raises hand
[10:43] Ira-Tira (justalowlykajira): @
[10:43] Chronepsis: A rivalry would be fun though. Like the assassins vs. templars in assassin’s creed. Long ongoing story of that sort.
[10:44] Obsidian (thom.podlum): Notes hands from Ira and Nia
[10:44] Judy Daines (judy.wunderland): grins
[10:44] Forneus looks to Ella and says calmly. “This is a simple answer. Once the contract is accepted, our life is on the line. We complete the contract or perish. There is no limit to the timeframe in which the contract is completed. But it MUST be completed.”
[10:45] Ella De Wren Bade (elladewren) nods and smiles then blinks seeing Aug, ”Thank you for your answer, not that I was asking in regards to my companion you understand.”
[10:45] Nia Luna (nialuna) shouts: nia up her hand
[10:45] Obsidian (thom.podlum) looks to Ira and Nia. ‘Questions?’
[10:46] Nia Luna (nialuna): yes i have than k you
[10:46] Crow (melchior.wardell): Ella – we need to complete – regardless what happens to our client
[10:46] Obsidian (thom.podlum): Looking still to Ira and Nia. ‘Please pose your questions.’
[10:46] Nia Luna (nialuna): Nia @
[10:46] Ira-Tira (justalowlykajira): Raises hand again… ….. great questions and answers so far! Since this is OOC and we IC dont want to ruin the character of a Killer and rightfully so… I ask PLAYFULLY question for all Killers who might wish to answer?
Q………What has been your most embarrassing moment playing your character and why lol did you ever have an ” awhhh shit” moment lol ?
[10:47] Nia Luna (nialuna): Are you the only one in the black caste, or are there more of you, or is your tradition disappearing?
[10:47] Crow (melchior.wardell): @ Ira-Tira – During training – attaching a cock with two heads when I was tortured. None were typing so I was wondering if I crashed – they were all laughing – and I was dying from embaressement.
[10:48] Anya Sanglan (ayannacaro): @
[10:48] Nia Luna (nialuna): a mean so you all only here or more
[10:48] Ira-Tira (justalowlykajira): Laughing at the example @ crow, two heads are alwayas better then one!
[10:48] Crow (melchior.wardell) was unaware of that functionality
[10:48] Chronepsis looks over at Crow and softly mouths the words, “What in the name of holy Hades…”
[10:49] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) peeks under her master’s tunic. “When do I get to see that one?” grins
[10:49] Ira-Tira (justalowlykajira): you might not have hearts but your all funny ! lol
[10:49] Lana (tatii.steampunk): kkkkkkkkk
[10:49] Crow (melchior.wardell) looks at Chronepsis “My capture task was quite easy when word went around.”
[10:49] Obsidian (thom.podlum) looks to Conrad. ‘There were certainly a few moments i recall with you in training, and a certain dead kur.’
[10:49] Ira-Tira (justalowlykajira): hearts*
[10:49] Obsidian (thom.podlum): ‘You can share it if you wish, Killer.’ He nodded to Conrad.
[10:49] Toi Armani Skolldir (babeangel): now this i have to hear Obs
[10:49] Augustus Bade quietly strides up to join with Ella and Anya as the listen to th event.
[10:50] Nia Luna (nialuna): i give you my question
[10:50] Conrad (achlysnightfire): “disgustng, searching a Kur bowels .. you have no idea what they eat”
[10:50] Myrddin (drizantlar.veriander) coughs “Ok well this happened while I was in training actually disguised as a baker for Meek’s bakery who was at the time Collin’s companion and Ubara of Genesian Port. In a stroke of sheer genius least I thought so, I said that I had decided to state that I put teslik into the cookies as a secret ingredient… which ran to a outbreak of free woman fearing they were pregnant.. which lead to me being arrested and I having to go back to my mentor -looks at obsidian- to bail me out of trouble, and pay my three gold fine… ” he sighs “which lead to my notorious title not-a-baker. It taught me a great lesson, think before you open your mouth trying to be funny.”
[10:51] Toi Armani Skolldir (babeangel): laughs
[10:51] Obsidian (thom.podlum) chuckled out loud this time. ‘Let’s just say, I was glad the dead beast had been buried in the snow for days before the rather disgusting trial as a lad.’
[10:51] Conrad (achlysnightfire): I was disguised as a slaver and was suspected of being there to kidnap free women so I ended up in prison for that
[10:51] Ira-Tira (justalowlykajira): claps , great stories!
[10:51] Lynaia (atheria.evergarden): Annnnnddd that is why no one eats anything from you now.
[10:52] Byron Greenwood: Nia, we are but the KIllers that elected to show up to the fair today for this session. There are others. Some come, some go. Some die, some live on. Some even are thought to have died and yet come back. We are as strong as we have ever been, I feel. Stronger, perhaps, for, over the years, the quality has much improved. Such is my opinion, based on observation, at least.
[10:53] Nia Luna (nialuna): thank you Assassin for you answer and i wish you all a lot health
[10:54] Nia Luna (nialuna): and be with us long timer
[10:54] Conrad (achlysnightfire): waves to Nia
[10:54] Myrddin (drizantlar.veriander): To add to Byron’s comments, if any wish to make a travel to Boswell Pass.. there are many memorials for killers who are no longer with us (passed away in real life). Anyone is welcome to travel to the pass and have a look at these memorials. There is also a collect of all of the flags of various killers over the time. This is a brotherhood and we killers respect each other and stand unified in this caste… and this is a showing of such a unification.
[10:54] Liam Whitesong entered the region (169.62 m).
[10:54] Obsidian (thom.podlum) looked to Anya and gerstured to her. ‘You have been ,ost patient Lady. Let us hear your question.’
[10:54] Allerd it>en: Luckily we live in the forest and we will never meet a black caste
[10:54] Crow (melchior.wardell): I agree – as a caste we came a long way !
[10:55] Anya smiles sweetly, “You all seem to be fond of disguises so would a caste member don a disguise to take a vacation from killing. Lead a ‘normal’ life for a while? If so is this against the rules? Would there be repercussions from such a decision?”
[10:55] Toi Armani Skolldir (babeangel) hears about the pass and clears my throat but nods*
[10:56] Obsidian (thom.podlum) chuckled at the question. ‘Without a doubt, there are times when we need a break. Like any overworked man. I can share that I have been known to have quiet spells. Spells when no one sees me for some time. Or at least, they are unaware of my presence.’
[10:57] Anya smirks, “Good to know but not know cause memory wipe.” nods nods
[10:58] Toi Armani Skolldir (babeangel): leans to Skuld* do they even liked tobe tied up?
[10:58] Byron Greenwood: Anya, I can say that, personally, the only time I took a disguise when in training, leaning how to do such a thing. But, any Killer even when disguised, is still a Killer, in the caste’s eyes, since the only way out is by the sword.
[10:58] Forneus nods to Obsidian’s point and adds on. “I would also point out that if the player is sick of playing the Killer, there’s nothing preventing us from hoping unto an alt and playing out as a normal character in gor. I for example have a few alts that I swap over to when I’m a little overloaded from all the work that goes into playing the Killer. But, when I’m on the Killer, I’m here to provide a certain level and flavor of roleplay. So I wouldn’t personally go live a ‘normal life’ in disguise. There are always hints and clues in my rp of the character’s nature.
[10:58] Chronepsis: One thing to note, I think that “vacation from killing” is not the best way to put it. We’re independent contractors, it’s entirely up to our discretion what contracts we accept or don’t, so if we need a “vacation” we simply just don’t accept contracts until we’re in the mood for it again.
[10:59] Skuld Forkbeard (charly.snowfield) shake her head ” i am 100% sure they do like to be tied up” she chuckles
[10:59] Saffiyah (reaganjordan): bites her inner cheek pondering how to take a contract out on an ex, eying Thad a moment and sighs turning back to listen
[10:59] Obsidian (thom.podlum) nods to Chronopsis. ‘Well said, Killer.’
[10:59] Toi Armani Skolldir (babeangel) nods and makes a not ein her book*
[10:59] Conrad (achlysnightfire): I am playing under cover these days because the caste is outlawed in the Port, not because I am on vacation but I am still a killer and like Obs I give often hints to my true caste
[10:59] Anya nods, “Thank you.”
[11:00] Toi Armani Skolldir (babeangel): he dose and it is awesome rp..
[11:00] αяѕυѕ (daimos.baarer): I would add here, if I need a vacation from killing, I just would not take a contract, but this is depends to the killer itself. Others my play in disguise, others would play on an alt, i would say.
[11:00] Anya adds, “Be careful giving hints around Anya.” laughs
[11:00] Crow (melchior.wardell): On the matter of disguise – we know we ask a lot from other players too. We ask them not to recognize us based on the meter or profile.
[11:00] Myrddin (drizantlar.veriander): I almost got the caste outlawed in genesian port.. I guess they didn’t appreciate me trying to recruit new born babies to the black caste.. specially of a particular warrior family…
[11:01] Toi Armani Skolldir (babeangel): shakes head at M
[11:01] Obsidian (thom.podlum): Kicks M once again!
[11:01] Toi Armani Skolldir (babeangel): Obs i ca give you something to knock him out if you wish
[11:02] Skuld Forkbeard (charly.snowfield): :” I will like to thank each of you for doing that for us today, that was very interesting and it was fun to know you ooc’ly like that”
[11:02] Obsidian (thom.podlum) laughs and said, ‘See me after, please. Lady.’
[11:02] Chronepsis glares at Myrddin, “Go back to Krypton.”
[11:02] Toi Armani Skolldir (babeangel): it was so i thank you as well.. inlcines my head in respect to all of you*
[11:03] Toi Armani Skolldir (babeangel): I will Obs
[11:03] Mira (miraea) raises her hand.
[11:03] Obsidian (thom.podlum) nods to Mira
[11:04] Mira (miraea): I see a lot of diverse fashion on stage, all a certain ahem common theme, but very different in terms of outfits, weapon choices, etc. What kind of thought goes into putting your outfit together and getting that particular look? I’m sure it’s different for each of you.
[11:05] Forneus raises a finger and says. “To tack unto the disguise point belatedly, I’d like to add, we are all typists, we are all human, and we all make mistakes. Sometimes we try something new while in disguise and then people take it the wrong way oocly. If that happens, just remeber we where trying to make things interesting, and one set of actions doesn’t necessarily define that particular typist, or the caste as a whole.”
[11:05] Myrddin (drizantlar.veriander) shrugs “its whatever my two slaves have cleaned and what I pulled out of the closet that morning.” he chuckles
[11:06] Conrad (achlysnightfire): To answer Mirae, personally I try to be as close as possible to the attire described in the books although there is not really much on the market
[11:07] Obsidian (thom.podlum) added on. ‘As for me, I like to consider the land of my birth and also the fact that I ride a tarn. So I need to protect my … inner thighs and other important goods. So, Obs will be in trousers much of the time.’
[11:07] Thaddeus Himura Dexing (dlmiksch): Very well said Forneus. That same mindset can apply across all of SL Gor and rp sims in general. The IC character does not necessarily represent the typist in RL.
[11:08] Obsidian (thom.podlum): Looked to Daffodil, recalling a certain tarn incident.
[11:08] Toi Armani Skolldir (babeangel): no they do not…we need to remember to speperate ic and ooc
[11:08] Black Ost (daricmarano) grinned. “I have always said, I will wear black unless they created a darker shade…though black also is easier to hide clipping in fabrics…in the books the kilt was traditional, but again pants because…sitting in a kilt is asking for a flashing of the bits..”
[11:08] Crow (melchior.wardell) has some influences in my way of drssing – there is a lot of story to all the things I wear – find out in RP 😉
[11:08] Kelsier (galem.starship) shrugs at Mira’s question. “Well, I think most of us try first and foremost to stay close to the general spirit of the book. That is using weapons described as used by assassins -notably crossbows, mostly shortswords, shields and spears- and for the attire, we try an balance personal style with what market has to offer. Personally I often like to take inspiration from characters when I design mines and add a personal touch, but at the end of the day we’re not different than anyone else in this regard: we wear what we like and fits our role enough to be used, some more, some less.”
[11:09] Toi Armani Skolldir (babeangel): grumbles* some men apparently think it is amusing to flash the free women
[11:09] Forneus says with a thin smile. “I’d like to add that I wear specific aspects of my avatar as a salute to my trainers. The necklace is akin to the sigil of my mentor. The ring on my hand was given to me when I passed the stand, the spear on my back was a gift from my mentor. The sword was forged during my training with my own hands. The habiliments are in line with the standards of the livery for the caste, and changes over time as I find new clothes I prefer more, but the ring, the necklace and the spear rarely change due to their symbolism to me.”
[11:10] Bethany Blakewell: You’ve looked amazing every time I see you, Kelsior… Impressive.
[11:10] Kelsier (galem.starship) “Ah well and of course it also comes down to the kind of character one is playing, how one envisions his habits or even fighting style. And of course the location. Personally I would not go in the Tahari dressed as I would be if I went in the North, for instance.”
[11:11] Conrad (achlysnightfire): of course, I agree with Kelsier, I also adaptto the region of Gor I am going to
[11:11] Obsidian (thom.podlum): ‘Agree, Killer. Much of the detail in my wardrobe holds deep meaning. The ring, in particular. It signifies much and is given to those who have earned it. And earning it is an accomplishment.’
[11:11] Toi Armani Skolldir (babeangel): that reminds me.. i thought the caste stayed out of the north
[11:11] Myrddin (drizantlar.veriander) touches the ring on his finger and nods
[11:12] Kelsier (galem.starship): And thanks Bethany!
[11:12] Black Ost (daricmarano) nodded his head, moving his own ring upon his hand at the conversation.
[11:12] Conrad (achlysnightfire): the caste is typically in Central Gor but they can move to other regions for … work coughs
[11:12] Byron Greenwood: Basically, what the caste as a whole, as set down in the books, might wear and employ is pretty clear, we aren’t cookie-cutter Killers. Most of the Killers mentioned in the books are exceptions to the rules those books describe. So, in a way, so are we that stand here now. [11:12] Obsidian (thom.podlum): ‘We generally operate in the South. Some will not venture North as our work is not respected by most there. however, some of us were born there and will take an occasional assignment there.’ [11:12] Toi Armani Skolldir (babeangel): nods andmakes more noters to bug Conrad about IC later*
[11:12] Ayla (alexxa.despres) says, ” Good q , Toi. I was under the impressions that Northerners don’t welcome BC at all, as they think of them as dishonorable?
[11:13] Crow (melchior.wardell): I am proud to stand here with killers that have invested their time to learn a true craft – roleplaying a killer. I wish more castes would give that character development a try.
In the past there was a lot of grief, but I know that at these times many sims ask us to come and play due to the level of story and roleplay we can bring. It makes me humble but also very aware that we as a caste need to keep tabs on how to play our role so we can keep this reputation of this level.
We know that most know us as an end of a story – but know that there are a lot of opportunities that do not involve murder. And even when it does – that generates a hell of a lot of story too. So do not shy away. Feel free to hit me up with questions or suggestions.
[11:14] Kelsier (galem.starship) “Sometimes a work brings you north even if that wasn’t accounted for in the beginning. Contracts can be surprising, at times.”
[11:15] Black Ost (daricmarano) would grin. “Well said Crow, I agree we are all storytellers. Our caste may come with a finality, but well worth it for the sake of story.”
[11:16] Toi Armani Skolldir (babeangel): epic storyies
[11:16] Byron Greenwood: Aye, a mark fleeing to the North is not safe, for that mark WILL be pursued. Too, a Northman that was forced to flee the North, of left by choice, could take up the black. That’s happened before.
[11:17] Conrad (achlysnightfire): I want to thank you all and I would like to add something about my view of my job. Personally I am tired of drama caused by kills so I am ready to role play an attempt to kill or use dice, I am not interested in adding kills to my career but rather in role playing,
[11:17] Rᴇᴅ Rʏᴜ (red.bloodrose) brightens perceptibly as Scar talks of contracts in the North, a swift smile crossing her lips as she eyes him meditatively..
[11:17] Kelsier (galem.starship) nods to Crow’s words. “That is true, and something is often overlooked. Our Caste is not tied to just killing, there is a lot, and I man A LOT, of things we can do and we can get hired for. We’re a Caste that is very much tied to what others ask of us, but we can enhance rp in many ways and not just be there to cut someone’s throat.”
[11:19] Nono: Is there an event in this tent? . [11:19] Bethany Blakewell: Sadly I think it’s coming to an end, Nono. OOC Q&A w/ Black Caste
[11:19] Nono (nono2613amidala.citron): oh 😦
[11:20] Obsidian (thom.podlum): Turns to the Killers. ‘Any other remarks before I close it out?’
[11:20] Forneus (mrwhisker): I would like say. We are grateful you took the time to come visit and ask your questions, please feel free to roleplay with us in the future. The training is a really intense experience and helps us to become better rper’s, we just want to provide, and receive really good roleplay for the players around us, so please, don’t be scared of us oocly. ICly we welcome the fear, but standing on a sim where everyone avoids us does make it hard for us to contribute to your stories in meaningfull ways.
[11:21] Ira-Tira (justalowlykajira): Excellent Q& A, thank you all so much!
[11:21] Obsidian (thom.podlum) looked to the others and paused briefly.
[11:21] Taslin (sadiqueviiix): Was very eye opening, thank you all for sharing your insights!
[11:22] Nono: Oh, there are so many of them ….
[11:22] Ella De Wren Bade (elladewren) taps ANya, ”Covers your ears, he gonna do that mind wipe”
[11:22] Chronepsis: One thing I will say, several of us became assassins during what would be considered the glory days of SL Gor, about 10+ years ago when there were dozens of diverse cities all with traffic in the 20ks. Unfortunately, also during that time, our caste was among the most drama-filled, and this was the result of problems on both sides. For example, many warriors were intent on being the heroes and stopping our work, and metagamed to achieve that. On our side, internally we were plagued with elitists who insisted on particular standards to be members, and other such things. The infamous “list” issue comes to mind. A lot of that seems to have worked itself out on both sides, and we enjoy being a part of the roleplay, and we ask that everyone also treat us with the same OOC and IC considerations as any other role, and we look forward to continuing to be a part of your society.
[11:22] Nono: She will discreetly retain everyone’s face, in case someone comes to kill their master
[11:23] Obsidian (thom.podlum) shouts: ‘Ladies, Gents, and beasts. Before you are a representation of the men in black from across the lands of Gor. We have each appreciated your time and your interest. If any among you wish to consider this path, feel free to approach any of us in character. We thank you for your participation today. And with that, please enjoy the rest of the fair and …. always be on the lookout for men in black.’
Crow (melchior.wardell) had stood there for a long time. A perfect spot where he would see who was about and who was in the house or near it. Crow had waited and contemplating what he should do. He could not take the risk and would sneak in by using the back door. The act done in silence as he kept aware of his surroundings. The dark of course covering his presence as he was in all black.
Serena Livius (dirnali.muhindra): me had come home at the first opportunity and in the thick of the night, carrying Sage there so as they could both settle and rest. She’d hardly slept but Sage had now been fed and lay peacefully asleep in the crib as her thoughts and worries tormented her. She stood there, looming over the child in the silence of the normally busy home. With Lucrezia and Eustachius off in Venna and Mel not home all night, the place really did feel empty and she’d not felt this alone in a long time.. Maybe some tea would help or even a large glass of wine to send her to sleep, not drunk. She moved out of the bedroom and padded on bare feet towards the kitchen but froze on the spot close to the dining table. Her heart raced and her stomach lunged. Her biggest fear was Mel walking in the to the news that she’d left the hospital, not anything else. There were no words, not a single one as he/ a figure was spotted, stood there in his black garb, no longer a figment of her imagination nor the man she truly loved. She couldn’t be sure but something in her heart told her it was him. ” No…” She broke the eerie silence with.
Crow (melchior.wardell) eyes narrowed as he had seen the ligt come within the room. He could have guessed that she had hurried home with the child. Perhaps earlier upon this day he would have questioned this moment. But with the murder still fresh and the adrenaline of it within his system there was no way there was any consideration to who and what this moment was. With a quick response he leaped towards her and would hold her in a way she was smothered by the hand before her mouth. The voice no longer the one of Melchior but the dark one of the killer Crow. “Be quiet.” he demanded. Even the tone of his voice held dominance if his physic and attire had not yet done that job. Where Melchior had been unarmed, Crow held many weapons upon his body. No softness but cold steel and leather. “Can you be quiet?” he asks near her ear. His breath one she might have felt and yet there seemed to be no hint of passion or warmth within it.
Serena Livius (dirnali.muhindra) didn’t even get a chance to look over her shoulder to where the newborn slept. He was to quick for her, she knew he always but at times tested him and believed that at times he allowed her the upper hand. Before any words could leave her mouth his hand was already covering it. She held her breath, closed her eyes and then nods her head a few times. She couldn’t comprehend any of it but no matter what, his touch was still a familiar touch that she knew, even if more powerful and determined. ” Yes..” She mumbled into his hand as his warm breast trickled over her flesh. Slowly she opened her eyes again to try and get him back in her sights.
Crow (melchior.wardell) would keep her in a firm grip as he would set the ground rules. “I will release you, but remember. If you so much shout or cry – this will be a short lived story.” there was no need for a special tone of voice. His words held truth and nothing that could be interpreted as a suggestion. “You are gonna sit down on a chair at the table.” he added. “If you think this will be conversation to how things can be resolved, do not fret. This will not be a pleasant one.” he would only now release her to allow her to take a seat on one of the chairs. With an eye of a killer he would see every move she would make. He was not stupid. This could turn in all kind of directions.
Serena Livius (dirnali.muhindra) knew he was like a spider who had spun his web, he’d lured her into his lair all theses years ago and there was no escape. She’d never wanted one but nor had she wanted this day to come. His foreboding presence felt like it grew ten degrees colder suddenly. Her breath quickened and she wet her suddenly dry lips as he held her in that tight and firm grasp.. She was at his mercy, fearful and scared but deep inside her there was still that man she loved and adored. His words were painful and sicking to her stomach, so as he released her, she stepped back away. Wanting and needing that space between them ” How does the story end? I don’t know ..” she mummers as she moved to take up her seat but not without a glance to the door where the small child slept;.She was looking at him as he was looking at her but she was not foolish enough to make any stupid move. ” You’re … You’re farewell last night left me empty.” She admits quietly.
Crow (melchior.wardell) watched when she seats herself. Her words and her emotions seemed to stop a few inched before him and dropped dead before they would reach him. In his eyes there was only this darkness. A predator that was on his mission and held himself to strike. “The story ends today.” he tells her. “How it ends is a very rare thing I will give you.” he started. “Something I have never given anyone.” he added. .There he would slowly move towards the table as to regard her intently and with the intent to strike if there was any need for it. “You will have a choice.” he offered eventually. “This choice is given to what once was. But it is a test also.” he spoke slow and in a way he truly wished her to hear.
Serena Livius (dirnali.muhindra) had noted the weapons he carried, each one that could be seen noted. She inhaled sharply, her nostrils flared, a shaking breath then followed as he spoke again. She opened her mouth several times, though no sound came out as he gave his reply to the ending. Each step he took as he made his way to loom counted quietly in her head. That woman who’s mouth was normally so ripe and sarcastic, couldn’t think of a single word, let alone a sentence to say. She met his gaze and nods her head a few times. Her life could of easily flashed before her eyes at that moment – The good, the bad and the ugly too but all she could managed was to focus on him. ” Tell me please…” She finally broke another long silence with.
Crow (melchior.wardell) watched and again took time in silence. Perhaps she considered him contemplating, but that phase had gone already “The choice is death. And with that choice your life is ended quick and swift. The children will be taken care off by relatives and enough funds to have them live in one of the highest cylinders for more than a lifetime.” he presented the first option, before he would place the collar upon the table for her to see. It wasn’t the delicate one he used as Melchior but a sturdy one – clearly one without all the fanfare but that of a low slave.”Or your submission.” he would lift his hand before she was to speak “Consider this wisely. In that collar you will no longer have relatives. You are nothing, but a beast. I can do with it as I would see fit.” he would now shove the collar – black – before her. “That is the choice you can make – Death or your submission. Any questions?” he gave her that – he wanted her to be very sure of the choice she had to make.
Serena Livius (dirnali.muhindra) couldn’t work out what was going to come out of his mouth next, no matter how hard she tried. She in the back of her mind could still envisage the father, the family man and her one true love. How easily he shattered that imagine when he finally spoke again. Tears filled her eyes he spoke so coldly about the family they had but worse still it was the fact that he could take her life like it meant nothing to him. She knew she wasn’t invincible but a mother too. She took both on board and stared over at the door where the latest family addition slept and her gaze hung there for quite a while. She only looked back as he pushed the collar her way and she stared at that with the same lengthy consideration. She felt physically sick by the two choices he gave, so bad that she could easily of vomited on the table and burst into tears. ” i… I have always loved you and i always will..” came trickling out meekly when she finally looked up again. ” I’ve lived with this fear for the best part of my life and i never wanted it to come.” She’d no idea what had changed so suddenly, so soon after the birth of their daughter but he always had good reasons, which she didn’t always question.” Could you truly live the rest of you life without me, could you really take my last breath and watch the life drain from my eyes ?” she asked him genuinely. She was still thinking all through as those questioned were posed.
Crow (melchior.wardell) did not expected her to make a choice immediately and she did not disappoint. The question one he had anticipated. “You loved a ruse. A man I am not.” he tells her. Unsure himself if it was all a lie, but he would not give her his doubt. “The ruse is no longer needed. For it has done its job.” he would not tell her to which extend or what he had done. The man clearly not a friend of the family. Yet important enough to have the city officials to see what and who was responsible. “If you truly love me, the choice would seem to be easy.” he tested her with his sarcasm. “As to what I am capable off. I doubt you wish me to elaborate.” he suggested.
Serena Livius (dirnali.muhindra) knew she didn’t want to die but also didn’t want to watch their children and granddaughter from afar if he even allowed that. There was so much turmoil all condensed into her mind and heart plus hormone, so the tears soon begun to fall. ” i gathered such..” She replied as she listened to him dance around her question while playing with her heart.” I’ve always loved you and i always will . even stood here looking like this… giving me the ultimatums, there is no hate just fear.” She said as she lifted one hand up and waved it out to him. That hand soon lowered and she reached out to curl her fingers around the collar. He was asking so much including giving up her life and position in Ar but the freedom he once spoke of always played its part to. ” The children and Lucrezia will never want for nothing- ever ? Sage will be sent to Venna to her and her mother ?” She asked while still trying to put things into prospective but she’d noticed he’d not answered her questions directly too.
Crow (melchior.wardell) held up a scroll. “This scroll will be delivered to the palace. In it are instructions. The children will indeed go to Venna. So will all your jewelry, and richness that was once that of you and the ruse of Melchior.” he replied to the point. There was another thing he put upon the table. “This will go with the children.” it was clear that the large pouch was filled with coin. “They will never have to live in poverty.” he added. If Serena would consider the past she would know that even in his business he could see that others were well taken care off. “When you take this collar. Everything will be erased. Every fault, mistake, or error also.” he added. There was nothing in his demeanor that gave away that he disliked what he was doing In fact it was as if he just had ordered muffins at the bakery.
Serena Livius (dirnali.muhindra) rolled her fingers over the rim of the collar and then let it go, pushing it back across the table towards him as he spoke again. She drew in a few more deep breaths and looked from the scroll and to the coin that he placed. She had no doubt that the children would want for nothing between him and her many priceless trinkets, they would all live happily ” Let me come to you please..” she asked as both hands rest upon the chair to lift herself up. She still wasn’t in full form having only had the child last night. ” Marelnus…” She adds under baited breath as he filtered into her mind now the place had been mentioned. How could she ever look at him again or learn to accept his eyes on her in a different way than as a brother. ” please…” she adds again with a few nods of her head as he spoke of erasing the past.
Crow (melchior.wardell) didn’t allow her to stand or come to him. From now on things would be on his conditions only. The man that had been trained to remove all feelings from his being. The one that had killed more than he could count. The man that even considered not giving her a choice and kill her to be done with it. Of course the fact he had given her one – was perhaps the simmer of a soft spot. “He can not help you now.” he replied. “His word or his desires are not considered or measured. You have that one choice – No other.” there was no warmth or empathy as to the hard choice she had been given. “We seem to be on a point in which I do not wish to repeat myself.” he now did give some pressure on the fact there was no other choice but those two.
Serena Livius (dirnali.muhindra) was like a moth to a flame even as her life hung in the balance. Her heart was telling her one thing and her mind another. She was wise and always would be and no matter how often she’d battled him in the past his word and guidance always counted. ” No he can’t and he will tell me to do whats right, accept my fate graciously and continue on.. I know it. ” Her hands left the chair when he didn’t knowledge or accept her plea. Her heart was so heavy that she felt like she could hear it pounding in her head . Her hands were sweaty and her mouth was dry. She knew he could of just come in and killed her on the spot, so this choice he gave held much meaning. She now tho understood how that woman felt when she’d handed her child off to her friend. ” I’ve always be yours and i always will be..” She admits as she looked briefly past him and to where the baby slept. ” i can’t just give up and die my world.. We haven’t come this far for it to end this way. I can’t die knowing that its my blood on. your hands” she might of been deluded but believed he loved her to and that was a heavy price for even a man like him to pay. [06:32] Serena Livius (dirnali.muhindra): been yours *
Crow could see the questions, the consideration of all what was presented before her. He pondered on the fact she still held on to the thought of love. Crow was incapable of it. He had not been the killer for this long if he had no control over that part of himself. Still there was no emotion in his eyes or the tone of his voice. “It is not up to you to give up – it is only a choice. A choice between life or death. The life will be on my terms. ” he did not explain to her that her alive as a freewoman would still have risks he did not wish to take. When she was his slave – she had become nothing. No word she would share would be questioned to his. She would only be a beast or a corpse. “So be sure. Is it live or death?”
Serena Livius (dirnali.muhindra) felt the pang to her heart, not once or simple twice, she’s lost count of how his coldness had hurt her so much. She sat there shaking and trembling as he pressed her for the answer one way or the other. She looked to where Sage slept once again for a lengthy amount of time. Death hadn’t been an option to her, she was no coward and that felt like the cowards way out. She loved him to much but noticed the lack of it in return. Where Mel would of filled those voids and smothered her beating heart with love, he showed none. ” Life.. I chose life.. ” She gulped back as she sucked in the tears and the reality of it begun to flow through her veins.
It had been a long time. A long time being the scribe that everyone liked. He even managed to get in a position of status. Everything for that one moment. The moment in which he could kill and get away with it. He was taught well and knew that much came to being patient. The target a man that had been a magistrate in number of cases. His life was paid for in plenty of Gold.
Crow had taken the identity of a close family member who died at the hands of Crow. The body was buried and he had taken all his papers, wardrobe and credentials. It had been good that Crow had a high caste upbringing and loved to read and write. In his ruse none could truly fault him on his lack of knowledge. He had taken his time – studied long – and had eventually reached a position in which he would be trusted at his word.
Serena had helped him. With her he was just a gorean man with a companion – a family – a member of the society. She perhaps could have guessed certain things, but never really all things. There were always secrets. Perhaps there was some regret now the time had come to finalize his contract. All would come to an end. A ruse of the Censor of Ar. The former Preator of Ar. The former magistrate of Ar.
In all these years he had studied the man that had hired several guards. The man was well known for contracts that had been paid for and since several assassins had not been able to end it – they had taken it to Crow. He had taken the contract but had never promised a timeline. He would end this contract successfully but when it was the right time.
Just before the baby was born he had made an appointment with Garardus of the House Hoveruis. He had discussed the new line within the laws that would put a different perspective on the law of Ar. Garardus liked his power, liked to be important, held a certain jealousy towards Melchior. But with it held a fondness for exclusive wines. So when the appointment was made – Garardus had not ever considered this outcome.
When the time had come, the man Melchior had undressed. He would undo his ruse. The hair would be coloured back to black. He would no longer shave himself as he had done so often as Melchior. His jewellery would be put away and with it he would take his black livery and dress himself. With each layer the cold killer would resurface. The coldness, the detached sense of self, the calculated man he had trained to be. When he would draw the dagger upon his forehead and take his helmet he knew that there was an end to an amazing story. A story of all kind of things Crow was not. It could be perceived as an intense love story or a story of a man he wished to be. But when he would position himself in the office of the Censor – Crow knew there would only be one coming out of it alive.
Garardus had been surprised when the office of the Censor was so dimmed with light. The voice of the man he knew carried to him as he moved towards the cabinet with the finest of wines. “Censor, I can see you have a new addition.” The man laughed – clearly pleased with the idea of tasting the most expensive wine he knew. It was now that Crow would show himself from the shadows. The cloak still hiding his black livery and different physic. “I hope you enjoy the taste, Garardus. Just as others would enjoy us meeting at this moment.” And with that Crow would take his concealed dagger from its sheath and move towards the cabinet also. The voice of Melchior – made the man unaware of what was to come.
Garardus took a good gulp of the wine when suddenly he felt a something more close to him than he had expected. But his greedy taste of the wine – made him unable to speak or call out. There was only one choice left – to spill or to swallow the wine. It did not matter for what was to come. With one firm slice he would cut deep within the mans neck. Crow could see that the cut the two carotid arteries that run up the sides of the mans neck. The slice immediately made his kill a bloody mess. But with the severe bloodloss the effect of the man being unconscious and unable to call for help or act effective. Crow who had held the man from behind now slowly would release him to the ground. Within a minute or two Crow knew that the lack of blood to his brain, would have his total body to falter in his functioning. The heart would stop in a cardiac arrest. The blood was all over the cabinet and would colour the wall and floor. None would have learned if it weren’t for the silent witnesses of the blood spatters and the dead corpse upon the floor.
Crow knew that he had entered unnoticed – in all these years he had been able to get into his office without being seen. Next to it who knew the man Crow when they had seen Melchior all that time? With the death of the mark – his ruse and the need for it was over. There was only one last thing he needed to do.
Crow would head ‘home’ confront his former life and for once give a woman a choice. Her life or her submission. From there it would be – Gold and Steel.
[12:08] Crow looks at Eve when they finaly reach his first destination “We can’t stay long here … Snow might be here … however it seems deserted for now.” he tells her while his eyes scan the surroundings carefully “The ship eventhough paid with my gold was not helping in the delay.” he continues … frowning as he hoped the message Sephi would give V. would take some time.
[12:10] Eveline Ashbourne looks at him and nods…”I am ready to go whenever we need to go again…”….she brushes some hair out of her face and smiles soflty at him…something she did not do all too much but he was one of hte few that knew her…really knew her…
[12:12] Crow turns to the wood and starts to work with it to make a fire “You need to rest for a few now … we will have a long walk in the forest … one that we will have to do by night … There is a tribe I once had dealings with I am sure they will do us no harm … but animals … they are hard to buy with gold.” he said dryly.
[12:16] Eveline Ashbourne looks around for a place to rest and nods slightly…”I am well rested…”she said it almost whispering…..”I rested well befor we went…but i will enjoy hte fire for now and rest my feet for hte long trip…” she sits down and brushes the grass off her skirt..
[12:19] Melchior Wardell tried to keep his stern look when he watched her “I might not be a killer by rank, Eve … but I am still a man … don’t make me bind you and force you to rest.” his voice had the same dark tone and yet there seemed to be some amusement the mere prospect of having her helpless at his mercy did stiirr things in him. takes a seat close to the fire while he watches her beauty in the light.
[12:21] Eveline Ashbourne tilts her head sideways and grins sligghtly…”hmmm bind me? no way! ..i am good in sitting on my own as you can see”…her eyes sparkled for a second…she knew he was a man..and would force her if needed…she stares back into the fire and smiles
[12:24] Crow grins “Don’t tempt me woman.” he feigned his anger, somehow there was no need for to control it now … eventhough he was hardly that quickly angry and surely not with her “Still … I could have had you naked in the tavern when I had the innkeeper bounded at the barrels … You should kiss my feet as I kept you free.” he taunts while throwing a new log onto the fire that seemed to increase in heat and size.
[12:25] Eveline Ashbourne thinks back to that day and blushes… “aye..you could have done that…indeed… and i am still gratefull you didnt…”….she turns her face towards him
[12:27] Crow still suspicious of this location, keeps an eye on the woods that seemed to be a perfect cover but also made it harder for him to see if anyone comes near. “Perhaps there is still some milk in one of the tents … let us get some before we leave.”it was perhaps a mere command he would have given a slave … ” I need to keep guard.” he explained himself
[12:29] Eveline Ashbourne nods….stands up and looks around…”i will take a look right away, i am sure i will find some in one of the tents..”..she walks oveer to one of the tents and enters…
[12:31] Crow crouches down before the fire, while his sharp eyes again seem to scan the horison. “Damn captain.” he curses … “your getting old ..” he tells himself never had he been in a position for making these risks as he had done now. Perhaps it was for the best to leave now … before he would fall into his own blade. His fists seemed to be as solid rocks when he struck the next log for punishment of his own recklessness.
[12:32] Eveline Ashbourne looks around in the tent to see what she could gather for their journey…maybe there was some more food she could grab …she narrows her eyes to see better inside the dark tent and notices some milk….bread…and a few bits of bosk jerky…she grabs a cloth and places the items in htere and folds it…securing it with a knot..
[12:32] Vendetta walks to the hill and where it was known for the BC to be and sees smoke coming from the fire, he can walks the side of the hill keeping his head below the level of the camp and sees the distictive black tent of Crow and thinks his arrogance has given him away and his fate was sealed. He calmly walked facing the tent keeping it between them and him as he heard the voice of his love. He spat on the floor at the word, the traitor to his caste, he who had said the cold heart of a killer wants only gold and steel and nothing comes before it, the codes of the caste will be kept as he walked around the back off the tent allowing him to watch quietly for an oppotune moment when Crow is off guard as he is sure he will not go down without a fight
[12:34] Crow lifts himself up when hearing someone approach instantly turning and alert. His eyes narrow when facing Vendetta … a smirk on his face “Tal Killer.” he said his voice dripping of sarcasm perhaps at his own expense “I see I taught you well.”
[12:36] Vendetta watches Crow from behind him oblivious to his presence, a sloppy camp he thought as he sees him stand and face him ‘ You did Crow ‘ not giving his title as he had disgraced what he once was ‘ You know why i am here ‘ as he places his hand on the hilt of his sword and waits to see what arrogant display he was to put on
[12:36] Eveline Ashbourne hears voices and holds her breath….it seemed someone else was here… she walks quielty to the exit of hte tent, hoping she was not heard… she holds hte cloth filled with food tighlty in her hand and makes no sound…she knew she better say inside the tent and let the visitor think Crow was alone..
[12:39] Crow nods slowly “I know … and yet … Vendetta … I could have been a better teacher if you had struck me without noticing … or instructing my slave to lure you first into the furs.” he grins while he kept his eyes locked to his. Green eyes that had regarded the man the very second he had set foot in the compound and till the man he was today. “One day … Killer you will tire of the same routine … ” he shrugs “I lied that gold is everything … surely when you have more than you can ever spend.” he took from his belt three pockets filled with gold that he had taken for atleast Eve “When you kill me … this will be hers.” he tipped his head to the tent meaning Eve.
[12:42] Eveline Ashbourne hears them talk….her breath stops…she drops the cloth with food on hte ground .her heart skips beats of terror. This was not supposed to happen…They would have dissapeared and no one would ever find out…
[12:44] Vendetta feels a nasty taste well up in his mouth as he hears one he had admired and learnt from talk in such a way. ‘ You are dispicable to talk in such a way and in so try to undermine all i have learned and for what a woman …… a woman ‘ he almost laughed but didn’t ‘ Gold can buy you what you want and death pays for it ‘ he slaps his hand against the tent ‘ And as for her ‘ he says just lettingher know he had seen her ‘ She will do well to leave never mind with gold ……. but it will not be mine …. tainted it is tainted ‘ and olds the green eyes of Crow waiting again
[12:47] Eveline Ashbourne ‘s body trembles…he had heard her…he knew she was here….she takes a deep breath and steps outside the tent but in a safe distance. Her eyes narrowed at V as she stands there quietly, hoping he would just go and leave them alone.
[12:47] Crow couldn’t feel any anger … eventhough every muscle and cell in his body despised the fact the rank no longer held glory “It seems your more talk and judgment than a killer.” he taunts while slowly drawing his blade. A blade that had taken number of lives and he had taken them swiftly. Honorable for in his caste and never breeching one code. Even the care for his daughter would have had limits if they were tested and she was from a time before he could claim the caste. The blade shimmered and Crow would do what it would take if it meant to take a life that stopped him from going. “Better hope you had some practice … boy.” he seemed to hiss … knowing it was a way to get him angry and perhaps blurr his vision.
[12:49] Vendetta quickly draws his blade and pulls it clean by the hilt so the blade catches the sun ‘ You forget Killer i was taught this by Serpent who we know was a better sword than all in camp, and this is for the caste ‘ he walks slowly towards him and circles striking Crow from above and then they battle
[12:49] Gorean Meter 3.1.5: Valiant Quan Has Captured Melchior Wardell!
[12:50] Eveline Ashbourne cries out…Stop!!!!! her eyes grow big seeing Crow fall to the ground.
[12:52] Crow was no match anymore, he had been getting older. The position of trainer hardly kept him fit as he should. Yet he gave resistance when he finaly dropped with a blow. His words were still strong … a man he used to be “Take Eve … Vendetta … take her back to ayr and be sure …”his voice now fading … a mere whisper “I taught you well.”
[12:52] Eveline Ashbourne feels her body trembles as she runs to him…falling on her kneels bedside him and starts to cry…”Crow….Crow…please..please stay with me…”…she whispers in his ear…. holding him tighlty…she looks up for a moment and cires out to V…”why… why did you do it?!” her eyes are full of terror and pain towarrds the man …she turns her face back to Crow and touches his cheek…her hair falls over her shoulders as she kisses him..her voice is nothing more then a small whisper…only he can hear her now…”please…please Crow stay with me…don’t leave me alone…”
[12:52] Vendetta walks over to Crow who is now unconcious on the floor and places his sword back in his sheath and turns to her ‘ Stay and be collared or leave now i suggest ‘ he growls as he places his knee on the downed man and draws his dagger from his arm. He places the blade over his eye and looks over to the woman
[12:54] Vendetta he cirlces the blade dead centre and slowly places pressure on the eye ball watching it concave slightly as the pressure builds until it gives way under his weight and the blade sinks slowly into his brain and severs the spinal cord and Crow begins to twitch as his body start to die
[12:54] Crow felt the darkness come over him as this cloud that he had seen so often by his marks. A peace seemed to make him surrender while perhaps in a last motion he reached for eve.
[12:55] Eveline Ashbourne notices the life running out of him…his face was looking paler by the second…she cradled him, still holding him tightly…her hand brushes his hair…his face, her eyes were locked onto him…she was not going to let go of him…tears fall down her face as she keeps holding him…she was loosing him. She kisses his lips once more…
[12:56] Vendetta takes the blade from the eye socket and slices at the throat cutting threw the Asophogus and trachea and eventually to the spine where he places the blade deftly between two vertabrae and servers the head and holds it to one side and thinks this wil be shown to the candidates as a lesson and Crow was dead
[12:56] Gorean Meter 3.1.5 shouts: Melchior Wardell has been killed by Valiant Quan
[12:57] Crow perhaps for the first time she ever had seen seemed to smile. A smile that was perhaps a mere sign of being at ease what had happend. Perhaps the last of his spirit caressing her while he traveled to the city of Dust … meeting those that he brought there … and meeting those that left him before he turned to the Black Caste and became the Crow … the man that had suffered everything and nothing.
Emotions are things we learn to control, to place somewhere deep where they won’t show or play a part in how we conduct ourselves. I am sure many people wonder if Killers still feel since there is hardly anything showing. How little do they know of the constant battle that many killers fight when they truly wish to stay within their codes and wish to remain safe. Each sign of care could be used against one, any sign of fear could be exploited.
Being a killer and having endured pain, torture, loss but also love, joy and commitment will need to learn to stay cold to the outside world. If I let myself be guided by a single ihn of fear I might lose my life. A plain fact which is one that is a constant point of attention when lads follow the training to become of the caste. A moment of anger, disappointment, impatience and your instantly punished severely.
Years have gone by and with each year it seemed to come more easy. Perhaps with each year the age helped me to become more distant to those feelings that so many Gorean men celebrate daily.
My emotions are deep ebbed within me, the fear of facing an enemy as the Kurri. The fear of losing my girl Sephi because some fellow wished to steal her. Those emotions are hidden, covered up by harshness and demands. They might play a role when I am alone with my thoughts but during any interaction in public they are lifeless almost non-existent.
Writing down this I realize that I even though old, and perhaps faced with numbers of difficult quests I still wish to better myself, learn more, so I will be able to keep on the side that wins. The side that kept his wits and coolness and defeats his demons, his battles based on skills.
I might be the cold heartless killer in your eyes, but in my dreams I am still living with the same emotions as any other has. The only difference is the iron control and the realization that those same emotions can make the difference between life and death.
Crows Murder 