RP:Aranhil Assassinated!

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Location: Cenril Town Square
People: Aranhil,Jack
Description of RP: Aranhil is assassinated by his friend Jack outside of the pub in cenril for things previously done and misunderstood. Jack plans to take Lithrydel's Guard for his own, leading the clan in his former friends place.

Cenril Town Square

The town square is a pleasing mixture of cobblestones, natural turf and quaint wooden benches placed strategically under the shadow of often blooming willow trees. Flowering plants of exotic variations and bushes trimmed strategically offer both privacy and relaxing views. Westward lies the famed Whalers' Bar, often frequented by the more gregarious and lively residents, while a man sits patiently beside a board to the east. Memorial Avenue continues as before, north and south.


Aranhil exits the pub, his companion Mia at his side. Aranhil's mind and eyesight was clouded with heavy alcohol, this was more so visible in his strides as with each he nearly fell over. The only reason he had not was due to Mia, the Feline Combat Healer, that held him up when each time he swayed. “Miiiiia, you knowww, your quite...*hiccup*..perrrrrrrrty.” he would say. It was something he had never admitted before. Mia had fallen for Aranhil some time ago, but it seemed to her that he had never felt the same towards her, though she had never brought it up. She was shocked with surprise, and actually dropped him to the stone town center ground. Rolling over to face her he would say, “Now, why...you do that?” he pointed with an accusing finger at the the three different Mia's before him. “Wow....sisters” he muttered before his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he passed out. Mia nodded her head side to side and pulled from her pocket a special leaf meant for such a thing. Holding it beneath his nose she crunched up the leaf which gave off the most dreadful scent. Snorting Aranhil coughed his way back to consciousness. When he didnt say anything Mia helped him stand and then finally, he would push her away, tired of being held up, and walk on his own. Slightly better than before, but still far beyond intoxicated he attempted walking and did so well enough for now. Mia crossed her arms over her chest and exhaled an aggravated breath before slowly following after him through the night time crowd.

Jack sat in waiting, his demeanor calm and casual despite the thoughts furrowing deep inside his boiling head. It was all planed, down the the finest detail--everything set as it should. Aranhil...the bastard. In retrospect, a man might have laughed at the situation, but Jack simply reflected with a mild disinterest. He was recruited into the clan on a seemingly random set of actions. Once inside, he ducked, dodged, and weaved around any oath--finding it all far too easy. He questioned discreetly, seeming a vague curiosity as opposed to something intentional and with a plan to back it. He gathered what he needed. He even saw the man fight, and fought him himself. Jack permitted himself a small smirk before the sobering thought of what he was about to do settled in. Poor bastard. On face, Aranhil seemed a good man--one interested in the general well being of the land and its people. In truth, though, it seemed a very different matter entirely. So the evidence and proof handed his way said, least-ways. He allowed his gaze to drift and settle upon the dark, wooden portal Aranhil would exit shortly. People frolicked about, busying in their lives as they would. Booted feet, and iron-shod hooves clicked and clacked atop the cobblestone pathways, the sound seeming to mirror his pounding heart. Laughter filled the air in sudden bursts, thickening the rain-scented atmosphere, the days heat dwindling down with the absence of daylight. He checked himself quickly, hands falling quickly to pockets and weapons alike. He was ready, with a calming intake of breath. Poor bastard. Alas, the man in question appeared, his feline companion in tow. He watched as he stumbled, fell, and awoke anew. Perfect. His weeks of scouting proved useful, after all. Jack would step forward, emerging from the shadows, cloaked in full and nothing more than a shadow himself. Lithe fingers would tighten upon the stone in his pocket, pulling it free, and with a whisper of arcane knowledge, tossed it before him. The magic held within reacted, and set into action. The air about it condensed, and then exploded. It was but to attract the attention of everyone about, a guise to pull all eyes to himself. Hands rising to his hood, he pulled it back slightly, still leaving his face smuggled amidst shadows. His left eye was all that mattered, right now. A single glance was all that was needed. From the by-standards, guards, Aranhil, and his friend. Frightening, he thought to himself, how a single glance would tell him all he needed to know about the people, and to set in what was needed. A single glance from Aranhil, and it would prove his downfall.

Aranhil had not noticed anyone lurking, nobody waiting, not even a hint of the plot that had been planned for weeks to this day. Aranhil was in the worst state of mind that he had ever been. The stress forced upon him by the recent war and other battles, by the cleaning up up Cenril and the plans to reconstruct it into a larger, more gorgeous city. He had used this night to let go, allowed Mia to accompany him so that he would return safely to his bed should he not be able to on his own. He was smart to bring her, she was always needed, no matter how much he ignored her from time to time. Outside the building and nearly halfway across the pathway towards the north from the pub the explosion would catch Mia's attention and she would turn to see, Aranhil's deluded gaze would follow next, after much delay. Aranhil did nothing but stand where he was after regaining the balance he had nearly lost by stopping and turning to face the man that appeared in hooded garments. Mia watched and looked harder, taking the place of the most observant amongst them. Some of the cenrilians would flock at the explosion thinking it another attack. Others turned and braced themselves, ready for battle as some that remained were amongst the cities Militia and Lithrydel's Guard army. This was made apparent by the seal on their upper right torso. The symbol of the clan, a hand holding a torch on a gold square turned forty-five degrees. None amongst them seemed out of place however, each of them human or elven in their blood heritage alone.

Jack had no intention of harming anyone aside from Aranhil. What had they done to deserve such violence? Nowt, was the answer. Every patron, citizen, militia man, and guard was fed the same illusion. The left side of his face lit up, the runes and markings igniting with the magic and flaring to life. All they saw was a cart passing through that dropped several potted plants, the dirt spilling to the earth after the ceramic containers thudded with such vivacity to create such a ruckus. They would believe it too, for that is what Jack willed it, what he fed them with his magic. They would take no heed, and would simply go about their business like nothing happened. If only they knew the truth. As for Aranhil and Mia, they saw a different lie-maybe even a truth in the right light-than everyone else. He read it in Aranhil's face, betrayed in his eyes. Diamond, his beloved woman would appear, uncloaking herself and proving to be the hooded figure. She would run to him, hugging him in a tight embrace, leaving Mia to stand there in an awkward state, oblivious to anything that was going on about. Of Jack. Next came Diamond's daughter, the child that was dead. She appeared next to her mother, separating the two with a single word...'Daddy?'. Even if it might seem odd, Aranhil shouldn't notice. From her words, anyways. Her presence was bound to start deep thought, but that would only last momentarily. She looked him in his drunken and half shut eyes, innocence pouring from the deep hued orbs. Then, quite suddenly, she turned to her mother, shrieking as her features distorted and elongated. Demonic might describe the way she looked. Might. She seemed in such pain, such misery. She then turned to Aranhil. 'You're not my daddy! Why? You hurt mommy!'The demonic figure then turned, flesh seeming to melt to a blade, and started to strike her mother, stabbing her in her gut. 'See what you did? Why?' She started to strike again, though Aranhil might have time to intervene.

Aranhil smiled, well, as much as he could. He would stumble backwards at her presence, surprise in his eyes beneath his drunken features. He took a step forward as she ran to him and he accepted the loving embrace, one he had no question was true. He picked her up and attempted to spin her around but failed and sat her back upon her feet before he may fall. Aranhil would see directly after the form of Haruhi, the sight surprised him as images of her death flashed before him, the tear stains upon her clothes from himself and Diamond alike. The half elf stumbled backwards and fell over a small stone that stuck upwards only slightly. The child walked up to him, “Daddy?” he smiled at the child thinking that all before must have been a dream. Were he not in his drunken state he would sense the magic about him, the ability was granted to him that same day when he discovered how to sense the mana of the wild, of the people, of the landscape. Now, however, it alerted him only as annoying buzzing sound, similar to that of a fly in the back of his mind. He stood back up and opened his arms wide to the child ready for a hug similar to that of the mother, but it wouldn't come. Haruhi instead looked back to her mother for a moment and then back to Aranhil. Something had changed, her face seemed as though it was melting, then molding into something far worse. Her words came next, flooding from her screeching scream into Aranhils ears making the buzz louder, making his pounding head hurt more. He fell back again as his arms covered his ears and his eyes closed. Mia seemed to be nowhere, Aranhil wanted her near now....to do something. When he opened his eyes he saw the blade...the finished form of the molding flesh, the blade fell upon Diamond stabbing her in her midsection. Aranhil fretted to stand, but wouldn't make it before the stabbing would continue after her horrible words. Instead Mia would reach her, seemingly coming from behind him, he wondered what took her. Mia was under no drunken spell, her mind was sharp as always for a feline trained in battle. However, she too, was trapped in this hell of an illusion, one she had not thought to think of as such. Instead she had spent time searching about the area for the necromancer, the death knight, something that could do such magics...finding none she acted. Reaching the child she would attempt and stop the blade, saving Diamond from further harm. If she was able, she would attempt and hold the child down, so that it wouldn't be able to move...

Jack :: The child was held fast, and after a moment stopped writhing. She fought back, of course, struggled against Mia as she sought to calm the beast. Thus leaving Aranhil alone. Jack, cloaked without of the illusion, unseen by any about made his way forward, and behind Aranhil. Diamond sputtered, and stumbled forward. Stumble turned to fall, and she lay in Aranhil's lap. She looked perfect, like nothing he would have seen before. Beauty in death, as it is said. So serene, picturesque. She smiled at him, lovingly, whispering her sweet goodbye. 'Farewell, my love.' The irony...The sweet goodbye. Jack was no demon, no evil man. He would let Aranhil die in peace, with her image in mind. With her still fading, Jack pulled free his Katana, the sound silent to the two about. His voice was a whisper in the wind, a voice without body. It amounted to little more than that. "May death be swift amidst this rain of blood." With the dying woman in his arms, Aranhil's neck was where the blade sought. The clean cut would sever the head, no pain, only death--his beloved in mind. Hit or miss, Jack would disappear, his illusion bound to fail soon. He grimaced at the headache that was soon to ensue--that had already begun. The magic was such a strain upon him, even in small measurements. But this...in such a large scale? Hell, he thought. He hid himself amidst the shadows again, cloaking his presence as he watched how everything would unfold. A quick prayer might be made for the hopefully departed soul.Chaos would start now, regardless of what happened as people were suddenly where they were not before. The illusion having dispelled.

Aranhil | Mia finally won, the child was done upon the earth and still. Yet something seemed off...Not far from her Diamonds body fell before Aranhil, her face seemed perfect, like it did upon one most exciting date. The drunken man smiled happily as he watched the face whose lids closed slowly as if falling into sleep. As the man would get closer to the half elf the buzzing in his mind would grow louder, normally a simple alert, but in his drunken state the sound was altered and muffled. He ignored it and the pounding headache that he wished against everything would stop. Nothing but the image of his love was in his mind, burned into that of his eyes seemingly as he could see nothing else. The blade would sing silently as it left Jack's sheath, raised and then shot downward.....Mia finally panicked, 'No mage, No necromancer, illusion!' she thought as she turned for Aranhil hoping him to be safe. Seeing that he sat upon the earth with Diamond before him she would shout. “Aranhil! Its a trick!” Her words would come before the blade would strike....The Weapons Master turned to face Mia one word in his head now as he tried, to no avail, to spot the magician. 'MAGIC!' The buzzing seemed to flat out as he now realized what it was in its entirety. He was too late, the blade swung swiftly and true landed upon its mark. It cut through his flesh as easily enough and only seemed to begin to slow at the bones in his neck which it easily dislodged and exited out the other side. Aranhil's head falls before him atop the illusionary form....Mia had made it to her feet and rushed for him once the illusion faded. She saw the blade flicker and fall, her mind sharper than most, but that was all. As the illusion dispelled she witnessed her friend, her leader, catch his head in his own hands, the ones that only moments ago, held the limp frame of Diamond. She screamed as she looked about them. The people of the town square began to scream and run about in terror not knowing what had happened completely as their fabled Aranhil sat upon the bloodied earth, headless. Mia tried her hardest to see the assassin, to catch a slight glimpse of the evil one that had taken the half elfs life.....she continued to look....and look..and look.

Jack watched as chaos began its descent upon the weary people of Cenril. Watched as Mia screamed franticly, and sought him out. Watched as he realized just exactly what he had destroyed. Peace. Confusion sprang up anew, bringing question to what he had come to know as true. Something hadn't felt right when he was given the information...and now he knew something was amiss. Dammit. Why couldn't he figure this out sooner? Why was it that calamity brought about wrong doing? Why did he have to kill Aranhil? He could not answer a single one of them. He instead smothered the questions, his mind only able to find one thing for him to do. Make it right. He would seek out the other leader, and presume Aranhil's position. He would do all the good he could, he would make amends for his sins! Leastways, that's what he told himself. The lie he swallowed to help him sleep...but it wouldn't. It would haunt him, he knew. But he would try. Slowly, he made his way away from the scene, and to a tavern far away where he could drink and then sleep.