RP:Kasyr and Dami assassinate Merion

Setting - Abandoned Shack and environs

Rotting clothes, old wooden toys, and other random items have been carelessly tossed about the room, indicating that the occupants probably left in a rush. A crudely-carved wooden table is laying on its side in the center of the shack, he remnants of dishes in a broken pile beside it. A puddle of blackened earth next to an overturned oil lamp is a sure sign that something happened to this place In one corner is a washstand, with a bedstead and straw mattress behind it, both of which have decayed with age. On the opposite wall are the collapsed remains of a wooden crib. Your only exit from this plate is out the halfway-fallen door to your west.

Kasyr has a job to assassinate Merion

Merion is sat cooking sausages at a campfire outside the abandoned shack. He has hired five mercenaries to protect him. The one who had stood guard last night is snoring away in the shack. Two are playing cards near the fire. The location of the others is not immediately obvious. They are some distance off in the bushes, guarding their employer with their bows.

Kasyr has only really planned up to the part where they arrive in the relative proximity of the shack. Once situated- the Kensai quite simply plants himself down in the cover provided by a particularily gnarled and twisted bush. Thankfully, the lack of his trenchcoat currently means there's no audible thud or swish with any of his movements- but it also means he's going to have to be slightly less careless should (read: when invariably) a fight break out. Still, the empath can't help but be perturbed- as whilst he's somewhat aware of the fact that there are other individuals present- he hasn't quite located the bowmen as of yet. And he's certainly not rushing to find out if there's some form of magical trip wires in the area. Casting a glance behind himself, he can't help but quietly hiss out, "Thoughts?"

Dami crouched with and behind the man, the gnarled bush enough for only one. Her thoughts on the situation? The path Kasyr most likely wanted to avoid- the path of least resistance. "Smash it all.." There was a nodding one-shouldered shrug, the unlit cigarette between her lips dipping weakly. Unfortunately, her trench coat had been abandoned for this little endeavor as well, her fur-lined bomber sported instead. Crouched with hands in her pockets, Dami simply observed in silence, waiting for a plan.

Merion serves sauages onto plates for himself and the two playing cards. One fellow with yellow teeth grumbles about lack of mustard before beginning to tuck in. The other seems to have noticed someone in the bushes. "Roger? Is that you? You can cook yer own bloody sausages later. There's only enough fer three yer greedy bastard."

Kasyr gives Dami a particularily stern look, before simply redirecting his attention towards those at the campfire..and realizing that one, if not both of them, have been spotted. With a tsk, the Kensai can't help but hurriedly mutter towards Dami, "Check to see if there's any sort of underground passage, oui? Beyond that, er. Keep a level head." That said, the Revent simply pokes his head up from the bush, quite purposefully making sure that those calico ears of his appear over the impromptu wall of green first. A bit more ground is gained thereafter, amber and sanguine flecked eyes peering at those who are currently visible, "Er..." A pause, and empty hands are lifted up alongside his head, with a calico tail cropping up to mimic the action, "You're not bandits, right? I'm sort of lost, et hungry- not to say a thing as to..well." And thankfully, with the lack of visible weaponry on the Revenant, given Gospel is the only weapon he brought and it's currently moored in the tattoo's upon his arm, Kasyr certainly presents a seemingly viable target for being robbed. Kasyr is going to pretend he still has dignity. Yup.

Dami gave the Revenant a quizzical look. What in the hell would there be a tunnel in the middle of.. A metaphorical light bulb went off above her head. They were damn near in a straight line from Lower Craug, to Chartsend. In fact, they were in so perfect a line, the Terramancer had to slapped palms to ground. The blacks of her pupils bled out, diffusing against and over the whites of her eyes, both mind and soul sending out a reverberating wave. Like a radar, she surveyed and covered the ground beneath their feet, a cheeky grin brought about by her findings. The properties of the dirt were tweaked and manipulated, no longer hard and dense, but soft and weak. Like water- a sandy portal, one could say. She sank almost instantaneously, the Kensai above left and abandoned, from the looks of it.

The fellow who had been speaking to 'Roger' glares at the odd fellow with ears and a tail, holding his hands up. He reaches for his crossbow, leaving the plate of sausages half eaten, the other two also arm themselves. "Who the hell are you? Come out from behind those bushes, but no further. Make sure you keep your hands up. "He is pointing the loaded weapon directly at the Kensai's chest.

The Kensai tries to look harmless..and a touch pathetic.

Kasyr quirks his features a bit, effectively ensuring that when his head fully crops out from behind the bush- there is a distinctly offkilter smile. Lopsided as it is, and with his hands lifted up above his head, and a touch forward in a defensive gesture- the Kensai can only hope he looks harmless..and a touch pathetic. Something he further feeds into with the purposefully hesistant manner in which he inches forward out of the bushes, "Aha. Ah. Oh." Alternating between flat tones and a forcibly higher pitch, Kasyr simply adds, "You are bandits. Well, uh..." A furtive glance is given to those present, before the Revenant simply wiggles his fingers and quietly adds, "Pleased, to be meeting..chu. If you're not going to proceed with the shooting..of me now. And all." Inwardly, the Kensai can't help but cringe at just who he's imitating the speech mannerism of, "So, I take it chu..won't be sharing suppers, then? Aha."

Dami landed on her feet, in a small pile of sifting sand pouring like a leaky faucet. The fact that she landed shocked her more then the fact there was in fact a tunnel- with the luck she had. Her goggles slid up, and her sleeves rolled back; it was time for work. That same resounding wave of reverberations was sent out, a well tuned mind listening and pin pointing the shifting footsteps of those above. The three men around the campfire, and her sire- there was a faint trace off in the distance, but she figured that to be a part of Ventruils twisted wildlife. Dami waited a few moments before she'd flick her wrist, and put on a grin. A fist sized rock, roughly near the bush she'd been behind, rolled off and skittered across the dirt. A rather noisy distraction that was sure to get the men's attention. With their focus (and crossbows) aimed at the possible intruder, she'd make her move. Once more the physical properties of the earth were bent and twisted to her liking, the Terramancer's torso popping out, if only for a second. Grabbing the man furthest back around the legs, she'd drag and sink back down before he even had a chance to scream. She could only wonder what has been going up top, with Kasyr's little 'capture'.

The man with the crossbow, laughs. "We ain't bandit's but that doesn't mean we won't shoot you, little kitty." Merion his own longbow with a rune incscribed arrow notched and also aimed at Kasyr now speaks. " Turn tail and run away from this place just as fast as you can, Sonny. If I were you, I woul..."He pauses as the crossbow man whispers in return. "Yeah Jim, I guess you are right, let's tie him up, can't have 'im telling anyone we are here now." He looks Kasyr over. "Lie down on your yellow belly, with your hands behind your back. And no you ain't getting any of our sausages, be grateful I am letting you live. Allir, get that rope from the shack." The sudden noise of Dami's distraction causes both the two visible to turn their weapons on it, and Merion fires a fire arrow towards this noise. Another arrow is fired from a hidden mercenary to the north, it is unclear where it is aimed, but it passes close to Kasyr's head. It is Allir, the only elf in the party who get suddenly abucted by a strange mud-covered woman, before he can return with the means of binding their guest.Once down in the tunnel, the shocked treeborn begins an incantation, unless the words of power are interrupted a jet black, summoned obsidian dagger will soon be heading for the terramancer's back.

Kasyr s' ears have since flattened due to the unpleasent proximity of an arrow. Still, the situation seems to be preferable to the alternative that was presented. Thus, with no further ado, the Kensai clears his throat, and begins to sloooowly shuffle away from the distracted pair. With a tone that's taken a decidely manic subtext to it, Kasyr manages to sputter out, "I think chu're first option is...purrferable." Someone, the Kensai managed to shed even more dignity, "Chu enjoy your sausages- The Ash-cat is going to make like a tree. And leaf. Leave, even. Obviously." Inch, Inch. And really, if this doesn't get arrows pointed at him, or shot in his general vicinity, the Kensai supposes he very well -could- saunter out..and than proceed to murder the anonymous individual who nearly shot him.

Kasyr oocly is going to hell for talking like this

Rowen oocly pities the denizens of hell if he is *huggles Kassy* *huggles Dami*

Dami wasn't as graceful in her landing, as she was her kidnapping. Smacking down on top of Allir, she wrestled her wrap around his legs, up past his waist, and around his chest. Like a snake curling around its prey, Dami locked arms and legs around the man's body, mostly worried about keeping him quiet. When he started muttering those dark incantations though, the gloves were off- the Terramancer hesitating not a second. A ridiculous amount of strength was pumped into a hug, her arms and legs squeezed around his chest and hips with everything she had. His body crunched, broke, and collapsed as if he were the consistency of a bag of chips, a pitiful gurgle being the last thing he'd ever mutter. With haste, Dami rose to her feet, and leapt up, two arms grabbing at another mans ankles. She didn't know who she had, but this one was putting up one hell of a fight, his own stubborn arms holding on to the edge of the sandy pit he was sinking into.

Rowen :: Another patch of vegetation to the north suddenly emits missiles, revealing the location of the last mercenary guarding Merion. Though this particular rogue also has a bow, he much prefers his throwing daggers. Gauldrin, the dagger enthusiast has come to the correct conclusion that Kasyr is dangerous, and the incorrect conclusion that he has a load of friends hiding in the bushes where Dami threw her rock. He throws two blades in quick sucession towards the Kensai. Both Jim and Merion are firing away at the empty, and now blazing bushes hiding that, oh so deadly rock. Hewran, who nearly shot Kasyr in the head, follows suit and sends another arrow towards the firey bushes, ignoring the seemingly unarmed Kensai for now. Hewran suddenly screams as some subterranean fiend grabs his ankles, his mind imagines he has been grasped by foul tentacles. He drops his bow and draws his short swords ready to try to hack at them.

Consider yourself disarmed, Jackass

Kasyr 's demeanour changes with a suddeness befitting of the element so often wielding by the Kensai, the precipitation of this apparent alteration in humour just 'happening' to occur in tandem with the moment he perceives the glint of metal which heralds Gauldrins 'pointed' aerial assault. Movements of a timid nature are now cast off in favour of a monstrous display of vampiric celerity- the Revenant darting forward in a blur of motion that effectively draws him out of the knife-happy mercenaries line of fire. More than that, not only has Kasyr evaded the pair of projectiles, he's also managed to get within arms reach of Jim- something the vampire is fully intent upon taking advantage of. To be specific, Kasyrs right hand darts upwards, moving to catch the crossbowman beneath his left arm pit whilst he was so intent upon riddling that poor defenseless bush with arrows.. With any luck, the man would be caught by surprise, though it didn't particularily matter, given the Revenant simply proceeds to use the full extent of his vampiric strength to wrench Jim over towards his position. The momentary lack of balance on the crossbowmans part would be used to effectively pivot him so that he's facing Gauldrin, thereby providing Kasyr with an impromptu barrier for any more daggers aimed towards his position. More than that, with Gauldrins back to him, and the man stuck in the process of recovering his center of balance, the Revenant is simply free to bring his left arm over to the mans right arm- thereby, granting the Kensai exactly what he needs. A fact demonstrated when he slams his left foot into the back of the mans knee, the downwards stumbling effectively allowing the Kensai to plant that very same foot into the midst of the mans back, by which point he simply tugs upon those arms he still held gripped. "Consider yourself disarmed... Jackass." The details..well, Another narrator can cover that part. Poor bastard.

Dami couldn't tell quite exactly what was going on, but judging by Hewran's panicking screams, she wasn't the only one pulling some moves here. The poor man in the dirt ceased his struggle for a moment, wide-eyed and screaming in horror. Bones crunched, flesh tore, a visceral spray of what use to be arms now painted a new fear onto Hewran's face, quite literally. Having been kicked in the face one to many times, the Terramancer below threw her arms up, in both frustration, and elemental control. If he didn't want to come down, she'd leave him there. Permanently. The hole squeezed and crushed shut, the man's torso caving in like a tin can. With the situation taking a turn for the possible worst, Dami felt her little tunnel sleuthing ways were moot. Quickly, she climbs to the surface. "The hell are you do- Oh." As to be expected, Dami's shoulders slumped. -That- took longer than expected.

Jim cries out in shock and pain as his shoulder is wrenched far from its comfortable range of movements. His crossbow falls from his hands and skitters across the parched sun-baked, cracked dirt. The unfortunate Jim falls forward as his knees buckle, Kasyr's foot is firmly planted in the centre of his back, and his arms are pulled back painfully by the unnaturally strong vampire."Please!" He gasps. "Please don't kill me." At least poor Jim is in no immediate danger of being hit by Gauldrin's daggers since the man in question runs to help Hewran, though he arrives to find only his friend's mangled corpse. The Jim-shield may still end up getting hit by friendly fire, or rather friendly fire arrows however. Merion their elven employer turns and launches an enchanted arrows towards the Vampire, he is panicking. Vade, who had been snoring away on the broken cot inside the shack, has finally been awoken by all the commotion. He grabs his double bladed battle axe and with a half asleep battle cry runs out to join the fray, just in time to encounter Dami. He swings a powerful blow intended to decapitate her.

Dami oocly thinks it's like whack-a-mole.. with a bladed twist~

Kasyr supposes that Jim might found a relative degree of solace in that his departure from the mortal coil was rather abrupt. Really, beyond the horrendous agony of having your limbs effectively ripped clear of their sockets, and then having to deal with a number of arrows puncturing you until you're more perforated then a bag of tea (not to mention setting you on fire) because the person who mangled you decided to crouch behind your body- ...It was a relatively quick way to go. Kasyr isn't really thinking on this particular matter, however. No, Kasyrs' mind is more focused upon simply holding Jims freshly made carcass in place so that Merions desperate offensive is for naught. A stalling tactic really, so that the Kensai can call into being those beloved swords of his- a mass of obsidian cracks rupturing apart the air in the area, if only so each one can rapidly assume the guise of a katana. For a brief moment the odious arnaments do nothing save hover ominously, until a cacophony of hisses fills the air- the likes of which serves as a sonorific cue to action, each blade jutting forth from whence they had been looming. Which simply leaves Merion with a full twenty four katanas to fend off, lest they shred through his body and reduce him to tatters of flesh and broken bone. "Be grateful I'm making it quick."

Dami went back down as quickly as she had came up. This time, bringing a little present down for Allir. Losing inches off her 'fancy' haircut, the woman was that much closer to looking like a man, with a cut like that. Grabbing Vade by his ankles, she'd sink him right down to his knee's while she fell back into the tunnel once more. The battle axe swinging menace was Kasyr's problem now, Dami having no regrets. He was a big boy, nothing he couldn't handle. Her shoulders sank; she was getting one across the jaw later, she just knew it. With an agitated smack, Dami would fold Vade's ankles back, two simple snaps followed by a shriek of pain from above. It wasn't like she did this to vent any frustration or anger- it would just distract the man, alert Kasyr. See, she was helping.

Jim, might have preferred a more painless means of death, or in fact not to have died at all, but his panicking employer doesn't care as he sends arrow after flaming arrow into him, long after Jim has breathed his last. Merion only stops firing when he is caught up in that whirlwind of Katana's and chopped up into a bloody heap. Gauldrin seeing the way the wind (the whirlwind of swords that is) is blowing, turns to flee, muttering a desparate prayer to any gods who might be listening. Vade finally wakes up completely as, the oh so helpful Dami, snaps both his ankles, his agonised scream splits the night. He still has his huge battle axe, but is immobilised and too far from Kasyr to take a swing at him. Therefore with another brave battle cry,the huge warrior throws the heavy weapon through the air the ten feet or so towards the Kensai.

Kasyr, upon hearing the visceral noises which accompany Merions gory demise, simply straightens up from his hiding place and proceeds to casually readjust his gloves. Which is about the point he's alerted to the fact that one of the mercenaries is both behind him, and still alive- a fact which warrants the Kensai tilting his head off towards the source. It's only when he notices the massive axe that's been hurled in his direction that the Revenant is once more stirred into action, both of his gloved hands jutted forth towards the incoming projectile. And certainly, whilst the mithril mesh gloves and his inhuman durability would no doubt allow him to endure such an impact were that his intention- that would infer that he were content to allow such a slight to go unpunished. Instead, Vades offensive is greeted by a crackling display of sparks which erupt around the Revenants vicinity with such vigour, one could mistake it for a localized tempest. And indeed, with the sheer severity of the electrical discharge which is forced through the Revenants hands- such an analogy could be perceived as almost fitting. Subject to such savage forces, its no wonder that the axes momentum is lessened- enough so that when it impacts into the Kensais' outstretched palms, it merely manages to slam the metal -into- the revenants flesh, the metal deforming from the ~brief~ impact, but not breaking. Brief being a key word in this instance, given that the electrical energy that has been imparted in the weapon results in the axe promptly surging forth with a momentum befitting the element imbued into it- Vades weapon hurtling forth to rejoin its master in one final fatal encounter.

Dami, watching Vade's ankles go limp-er, she'd assumed that Kasyr had seen their death's throe. It wasn't until she had crawled up and out of the hole, that she saw just how much distance Gauldrin had covered. It almost didn't seem worth the effort to chase him down; it was at that moment her opinion would change, the charred serpentine tattoo on her spine coming to life. With no warning to it's manifestation, the tattoo had literally exploded from her spine, a dozen or so tendrils of inky darkness spearing out. Shredding at the fabric of her coat, the obsidian spines arched in a half circle, gathering and balling up in front of the elf who had staggered forward a few steps. Stretching out, the hiss of the oruborus tattoo took the simple guise of a freshly crafted halberd. Dami looked once at the weapon, once at Kasyr- then back to the weapon.

You oocly realises that she made a mistake. Hewran is dead. It is dagger mad Gauldrin who is fleeing, sorry Dami.

s

Vade's last battle cry gets cut off as he is split asunder his own by his battle axe. His favorite weapon glances off the side of his skull, removing his ear on the way down, before entering his shoulder, diagonally, and cleaving his chest in two. Just to clarify, Vade is dead. Gaudrin, though unaware of Dami pain in the back, halberd, continues to run for his life.

Kasyr glances from Gaudrin over towards Dami, an eyebrow lofted at the dramatic appearance of her weapon. With a bemused look, and a casual planting of his hands into his pockets- the vampire starts to walk away from the scene of the carnage. Albeit, not before he tilts his head towards Dami and quietly intones, "Madamoiselle? If you would be so kind..." Here a steely quality enters his voice, "Kiiiiill him."

Dami was rather hesitant, a pale hand reaching dangerously for the staff of the blade-tipped weapon. It was light, weightless even, almost forcing her to question it's durability, or if not that- the hissing energy she could feel radiating from her grip. The halberd was only given a few seconds of dangerous admiration before a brow lofted to that dark request. Hoisted above her right shoulder, the Terramancer took a few side-skipped steps at the fleeing victim, and speared the weapon after him with a grunt. He'd gotten some distance on her, she'd give him that- but the way the weapon left her fingers, the weightless hiss that chased him down like a homing missile simply made his efforts moot. All the two saw was a figure in the dark slump face forward in the dirt, a small could of dust rolling away. The only thing that stood now, was the halberd buried deep in Gaudrin's back.

Kasyr let's out an appreciative whistle at the display, before he simply resumes walking. A brief beckoning motion is made to Dami during this time, before the Revenant simply moves to procure a pair of cigarettes from his pockets. One's placed at his lips, the excess electrical charge that he had built up in his body discharged through his fingers and into the tip- a few hasty breaths allowing the cigarette to start burning. From there, the second cigarette is brought up to the first, the Kensai pre-emptively lighting that cancer inducing delight- if only so he can extend the arm holding it off to the side, expectantly awaiting the Terramancer. "Good work, you know~"Kasyr s' swords have, by this point, faded back into the darkness they originated from- ergo, leaving very little evidence that he was ever present.

Dami could feel the serpentine marking burning back against her spine, one of a few questions answered; do I have to fetch my weapon? Curiously rubbing at the holes in her coat, she could only wonder if that was going to happen every time, and just how Kasyr knew what she was thinking. With her addiction tucked between her lips, she'd draw in till the cherry was red, then carelessly talk the smoke out. "So- about the 'curse' part…" She trailed off, following in his wake.