[Athamar: Quests from Lorana] Ask Verlous.

Cthulhu1

Cthulhu1

Sleeping In R'lyeh
Alright peons I've made it to where you may ask me anything and I will answer as truthfully as I see fit.


Ask me anything to do with past/present/or future assassinations and you will be murdered slowly. I do so enjoy a slow death, it's quite amusing.
 
I had a potential life partner within my clan before my exile yes. After my exile my romances have been kept short lived, humans and the like don't last very long after all.


Isora isn't as stupid as most you humans, then again that murderers mark of hers has probably made her understand a similar prejudice that I have to endure every day. How can I look at her less than I am for bearing a mark of the exact thing I do for a living. As a mage and a human I trust her half as far as I can throw her. Though if I must be honest she might be slightly more attractive if it wasn't for that ridiculous mass that she calls a hat.
 
I'll assume you mean the first person I actually killed outside of the guild, as this will be the only answer you will get that won't involve me opening up your chest and slowly carving out your heart.


The first person I ever killed, my first murder as many of you would contest, was shortly after I had come into the city of Galagon after my exile. I had to stay to the slums because that's where I managed to fit in the most. Everyone there was poor, there were merchants of clothes and food but they were far more protective of their merchandise because of the low quality and low prices, and the desperation of those around them.


When you've been stuck wandering the desert for weeks surviving on cactus fruit anything is welcome. There was a merchant with skins of fresh water, the freshest I'd had since I was forced out of the clan, and that's giving the water some credit. Along with bread and fruit. I had been watching the vendor for a few hours to see his patterns and any chances to slip away with something, anything at all. All I had to my name were the clothes I had and the survival equipment I had made from a giant lizards dorsal spine and a few thin needles from a large cactus, needles that were about the length of my hand from wrist to fingertip.


I had slipped in during the ending hours of the day as he began to pack up, often turning his back. However I hadn't counted that one of the people that walked the streets was actually in his employment to appear as the crowd while keeping an eye on him. I had taken a skin of water and a loaf of bread. The man alerted the vendor to me and both confronted me. In the slums of Galagon at that time, roughly six hundred years ago give or take a few years, if you stole from anyone you were likely to be killed by them if you were caught. To me this was just like in the desert, kill or be killed. I ran for an alley and stashed the stolen food and water and hid among some of the filth along the side while they walked past and tried to find me. Killing them wasn't simple, I'd never gone against a person only creatures. After a struggle I had plunged two of the cacti needles into the vendors eyes piercing his skull, and the knife I made out of the dorsal spine slit the employee's neck. I left them there among the filth of that alley while I cleaned their blood off my hands onto their clothes, picked up my stolen goods and made my way back to the stall to take what I pleased. People had seen me be chased, and saw only I returned. Bystanders looked at me like they were frightened by more than just my appearance and didn't stop me, if there were any others employed by him in that crowd they didn't step forward to protest.
 
Well, we all have to survive one way, right Verlous? =D


So, hm, well Gallagona and Lorana are completely different lands. How do you like Lorana so far? Any particular cuisine you enjoy?
 
First off I favor Lorana far less than Gallagona. The desert may be hot and difficult for most to survive in but it is home. As for Lorana your weather changes far too much for my comfort. You have clouds and there will be no rain, you can start a day without a cloud in the sky and in a matter of hours you'll have a downpour. Your rain can last all day or only for several minutes. Is there no consistency in this country?


Second in Gallagona if someone spites you or wishes to take your position it is made known. Here I see people walk about keeping secrets as if they are precious treasures never to see the light of day. You can see it in the way people walk in the streets. In short I see many many job opportunities here.


As for food I will say I prefer your fruits the most here, one of the few things I enjoy of this land. The desert fruits are hard to obtain as the plants find their own ways to protect their fruit and seed. Even then when you do get the fruit most are hard to open as they are protected by either rough, hard, dense, spined, or poisoned shells. The sweetest fruits are the most hard to obtain and often the most difficult to open.


However your fruits are sweet, soft and succulent. Easy to obtain and can be bought or gathered in abundance with little harm to yourself. One that stands out are what you call "Strawberries" This word doesn't stand out in any language of the desert but we have similar fruit but the shell is spurred like a cactus.
 
That would have to be chasing off sandworm birthlings from the clan home with my sister.


Which is not as easy as it sounds, sure the sandworm young aren't as bad tempered as the full grown ones, they mostly explore and just eat anything in their path for the sake of keeping up their metabolism. But even a fresh born sandworm is about ten feet in length and three feet in diameter. They're big sons of bitches.
 
Bows are for those who do not show a single shred of what you humans call "Humanity" when killing someone. The bow is for the weak, and those who can not bear the severity of the action they are to partake.


The knife and sword is much more personal when killing, with those you can look the man in the eye as you kill them. That close you are able to hold them as they die. Every person deserves the right to die with someone present. The bow robs them of that right. Death at a distance is a lonely and frightening slip into the darkness.
 
An arrow can not guarantee a puncture through armor. A blade is much easier to slip between the weak spots, not to mention gives the option of cutting exposed harness pieces. I trust a man with a bow far less than my kin within the guild.
 
Far less dangerous however, no need getting close. An experienced marksman such as myself is able to do the same tricks with a good sturdy arrow as with a blade. I find the neck to be quite an open target, not to mention the back of the leg. And the brigands I've faced have only ever worn composite leathers and furs, not steel plate. Those men would require a little more...trickery. I would think an assassin would know the value in owning at least one?
 
The price of the contracts completely depend on the circumstances, who the contractor is and how discreetly they want it done, and who the target is. Price is all dependent on the person, the target, the circumstances, and how professional the job needs to be.


Typically I only accept high priced contracts, to put it simply off one contract I can live a very very comfortable life for a few months before I'd need to take another job. However lavish lifestyle is not my type. My money goes to feeding myself and maintaining my weapons and travel expenses. Typically my jobs pay out 150,000 and up, though I typically see half of that from the contract. Of course contracts are not always in coin and money, if a contractor has valuables that can be sold and traded then they are accepted as proper payment. Heirlooms, artifacts, gems and stones, anything of value is accepted after is actual value is established by the guild and a buyer is lined up.


If we are not payed in money then the assassination's process will take longer, we have to be sure there is a buyer for traded goods that will offer up the money equivalent to the job that needs to be done.
 
If I must state my stance on specific assassination targets then I guess I will not refuse such an inquiry.


I do not accept anything involving children under the age of adulthood. If they are under the age I see them as being too young to have done anything to deserve being targeted other than being born to the wrong house as most children that have contracts on them are merely bystanders who's contract is part of the extermination of a whole family.


Women I feel nothing but the grip of my blade for. They are equally as much of a target as a man is. Just as a man can cross the wrong person, so can a woman.
 
I only take goods off a body if it is part of a contract. There is no sport in stealing from a dead person to make a profit. Best to leave their possessions with them if it is not needed.
 
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