Righteous Blades((Open!))

[Daniel]

In the bustling castle town of Southsward, there were many creatures about, running errands and whatnot. A busy afternoon with myriads of beasts heading this way and that gave one creature in particular plenty of cover. Moving unnoticed through the crowds, the figure swept by oblivious beasts in his way. The creature was getting close now...

Alassa Herrious could sense that his prey was near. A fox was making his way through the crowd to get to a local store, shoving past bystanders. The fox was a raider that was currently in Southsward to restock on supplies he could use for his next pillage. Little did he know that the Angel of Death was going to visit him soon...

[Hans Vermeer (Cole)]

(Hope this post is ok. ^^)

Gang Chenglei was like any other immigrant mongoose who has wondered into Mossflower country. Fearsome and not to be messed with. Beasts of both vermin and good beast species made slightly more room when they passed him as to not rub shoulders with the mongoose. Even though mongooses were classified as vermin, even vermin truly feared their skills and swiftness. Being some of the most amazing creature you would ever see. They are best known for their ability to kill poisonous snakes without suffering a single wound or bite. There had even been claims that badgers have been victims of mongoose killings!

Gang Chenglei was able to be very stealthy when he wanted too, but these creatures feared him. If he made a public kill, few creatures would dare try to stop him save for a few brave and stupid guards and beasts at arms. Besides, back than when he still did mercenary, bounty hunting and assassin jobs over in the Far Far East Jungles. You were simply given your scroll of what you were to do by your employer(s) and than sent out to do so with nothing but what you had before and after you left and the scroll they gave you. You could not ask anyone "where this guy is" or anything because they would rat you out the second you turned your back on them and it was not worth being really sneaky in your assassinations because there was dense jungle everywhere you went. So you simply had to run in those jungles and you disappeared. Forest was way different though and he did note the dangers of archers that were almost always on the castle walls for defence. A fired arrows was much harder to dodge or block than any swing of a sword or axe.

The mongoose memorized his target and had already locked on to him, it was much easier for him to reach his target for termination than Alassa because most of the crowd was trying to avoid touching him and therefore was gaining much appreciated speed. Although he had not forgotten the Stoat. He had met Alassa just at the castle gate and with the help of his weasel translator, managed to strike a deal. Alassa would kill him, and he would claim the body before anyone would know he was dead. How you may ask? With a large, blood red colored cloak! When the stoat made his silent assassination, he would come in to wrap the clock around the dead fox before he fell, if anyone questioned about the fox he and his translator would be holding up and dragging, his weasel translator would simply say he is a friend that passed out from drunkenness and they could go on their marry way and take the head and tattooed skin off in the forest when they reached it.

The beast who had sent Gang Chenglei did not say anything about the mongoose having to KILL the fox himself. He simply said to bring the foxes' head and tattooed skin, which he would do without failure...

The weasel who could speak and understood the mongoose's language and also the Mossflower wood beast's language kept close to the mongoose, he really was not much of a fighting type. Sure he had a long dagger and he was not pathetically skinny, but he still was not much of a match against most other beasts and he relied mostly on his mongoose companion for defence.

[Daniel]

((It was good, Cole. This is kind of random, but remember, Alassa never kills anyone who doesn't deserve it. ))

Alassa saw the Mongoose approaching the fox, who was beginning to look like he wag going to run. It appeared that the fox wasn't stupid. Alassa couldn't blame him, either. The mongoose that was approaching him was one scary beast. Herrious realized that he wouldn't be able to kill the fox before Gang got to him. This did not effect him one bit. He simply took out a throwing knife and tossed it at the back of the fox's neck. It would kill the fox instantly and insure that he couldn't scream out.

Alassa threw the knife in a blur and them resumed his posture. Most beasts wouldn't even notice him doing anything. Such speed was needed for his line of work. Alassa began walking away at an angle as the fox started to falter. Soon, Gang would rap the fox up in the cloak and then take away the quarry. Herrious didn't need to see it happen, his intuition told him that everything was going as planned.

After his kill, Alassa headed into an abandoned alley. He then began to climb up the walls. No one would see him go up to the top of the walls, and no one would see his decent, either. Alassa felt that getting out this was safer than going out through the gate. He would climb to the top of the ramparts, then dive into the moat, swim to the rendezvous point, and speak with Gang. Everything went perfectly as planned. Alassa allowed himself a small grin.

[Hans Vermeer (Cole)]

Gang Chenglei was quick when the stoat made his assassination. He gave the assassin credit. For a amateur assassin(That what he thinks he is.) he was pretty impressive. He had flung a knife through a crowd of beasts and hit his target a lethal blow without even scratching the cloth of a nearby citizen. Impressive indeed!

Gang managed to quickly close in quick enough to wrap the red clock around the dying fox and pull the dagger out of the back of his neck. His translator came a few seconds after shouldering though crowds to help Gang keep the fox up and at head level. The translator weasel laughed as if the fox was a good friend of his "Oh no! He drank too much again! Poor friend of mine's passed out. Come on, lets get him home before someone pickpockets him." The Translator put on a good and deceiving act in the crowds.

The mongoose and weasel did not really have to do much to hide the fact he was dead. The blood red cloak absorbed the blood so non dripped on the ground, yet it's color did not change at all to show it was wet with anything. The fox always was dragging his feet with two beasts holding him up. Making it look like it was just two buddies helping their drunk and passed out friend out. Not many beasts would think the fox was dead when he really was.

Hopfully the mongoose and his translator weasel could just simply slip through the guards easily and simply walk out of the castle without being even questioned about the fox. But if it came to it. Gang Chenglei would make sure they would leave this place alive. Even if it meant chopping off some paws...

[Daniel]

Alassa made it over the top of the wall! Unfortunately, there was an archer right where he was planning on climbing over. Alassa thought a moment, then came to the resolution. Killing the creature would be wrong and Alassa would definitely need to dispose of him.

Herrious swung up over the top and brought his foot into the back of the squirrel's head. The squirrel went out cold! The plan worked... but then the archer began to falter and tumble over the edge! Alassa leaped to the squirrel and grabbed the scruff of his garment. Alassa was holding the archer in one hand and keeping himself from falling with the other. In a grunt of effort, Alassa wrapped his legs around the battlements so he could use his other hand. He pulled the archer up over the edge and laid him down gently on the wall-top. Alassa smiled while climbing to the top of the battlements. He then prepared to dive into the moat far down below. The water was going to be cold...

[Hans Vermeer (Cole)]

When Gang Chenglei and his translator reached to the gate. It was still open and they were luckily able to pass it without problem, but they didn't know how well the stoat was doing. For all Gang knew. He might be dead anyway. If not, he'd be surprised. It was not till the mongoose look upward to his left that he saw the stoat drop. When he finally hit the water did the mongoose turn his head away and keep on moving to the rendezvous point.


As soon as he made it deep into the forest is where he pulled out a knife and started to get to work. He took he tattooed skin and the head off and allowed it to drain out of it's blood. When it finally slowed in it's dripping did the mongoose put the skin and head in a brown sack.

His translator weasel was very uncomfortable at watching the mongoose mutilate the foxes' body by taking the tattooed skin and the head off with a knife. The weasel again was not much of a fighter and bearly had a tough stomach either. The weasel for now covered his nose and eyes and tried to breathe through his mouth.

[Daniel]

Alassa watched gang mutilate the fox's corpse from a tree above. His stomach didn't turn one bit, but he disapproved of the mutilation. Alassa didn't like the desecration of prey's bodies. But he admired the mongooses efficiency. He then dropped out of the tree with his hands out in a gesture of peace. He then said, "Very well done, Gang. I appreciate your working with me." Herrious then smiled and continued. "By the way, your client is going to pay us BOTH... right?"

Alassa awaited the mongoose's reply.

[Hans Vermeer (Cole)]

Gang Chenglei didn't look at the stoat. He was looking at his weasel companion when he spoke in his strange, other world language. The weasel translated for the stoat. " He only cares that he himself is paid. If not. He will simply chop the client's head off. He is sure like some other clients he's killed. This one may have a price on his head anyway."

It was true. Gang had killed some of his own clients because they had refused to pay him and even try to have him killed. almost all of those clients had prices on their heads themselves. Which was the main reason they try to have most mercenaries killed off instead of being paid. Because they know that same mercenary may be sent out to kill they themselves....

The "relationships" between mercenaries and other mercenaries is no better. Few may be lovers. Even fewer may be the best of friends. But almost all of the time. They are just grouping up because they believe they can gain benefit from the other....... and when they don't need them anymore. Their greed might cause them to turn on each other. This was why Gang chooses to often work alone or with beasts he believes are weaker than him. If the beast is weaker. That beast is less likely to try to kill him.

Gang was not scared of this stoat assassin. Because an a assassin only he is. If he was a mercenary. He would be more careful. He was an assassin before. He knows how they tick and how most of them behave and act. He had the advantage of knowledge on assassins.

[Daniel]

Alassa's smile disappeared. It was replaced by a very serious face. Alassa was very adamant of his views on morality. That's why he only killed creatures that deserved it. He then said to the mercenary, "Do you know who this fox is? Do you know why I killed him?" Alassa's face then began turning a bit dark. He wasn't sure if this creature was evil or not, but he certainly had an air about him...

[Hans Vermeer (Cole)]

The mongoose stuffed the head and tattooed skin into a brown sack and spoke to his weasel translator. After the mongoose spoke his words. The weasel translated them for the stoat. "Yes he does, but that will not stray him from doing his job. He was to bring the head and tattoos of the fox to his client and receive his payment and he does not get his pay. He will simply kill the client. He may be a stranger to this world, but that does not mean he will lower down to others. If he has to kill his own clients just so he can afford to keep himself and me with full stomachs and sharpened blades. So be it." The weasel than spoke on his own terms. "If your thinking what i think your thinking. I must warn. you. This mongoose claims he is one with the dragons and he has not lost a battle yet.... I had never encountered a creature that been in so many battles and won them all...."

It was very apperant that the weasel was scared of the mongoose. Which was why he didn't ever look tough. The weasel would not deny the fact he was a bit of a coward. Depending on his mongoose "companion" to fight his battles for him. The only reason the weasel was around was because Gang didn't even care about learning the Mossflower beast's language and required the weasel, who understood both his and their languages. To translate for him. Gang only kept the weasel around because the weasel was of use. Not because he was the weasel's friend.

There was no worries about the weasel. He didn't even look like he could last 50 seconds in a battle..... The mongoose on the other hand would be a much more difficult creature to beat.

[Daniel]

Alassa's scowl disappeared and was replaced by a look of longing. He remembered his past, full of adventure and creatures that cared for him. The brotherhood that he was once part of was Alassa' family. Fellow assassins that made it their mission to rid the lands of dark evil. His thoughts then returned to the current situation. Alassa may be very serious about morality, but he knew that every creature was right in their own eyes. He wasn't about to judge this mongoose or his companion, and he certainly wasn't going to kill them. Besides, the mongoose was obviously a very powerful opponent, and Alassa didn't want to waste time while his brothers awaited his return.

"I promise you, friend... You could never know what's on my mind..." Alassa said to the translator. "Shall we get moving?"

[Hans Vermeer (Cole)]

The Translator simply rolled his eyes and turned his head to the mongoose to hear his reply. whatever you say stoat. If you wanna do something stupid and get chopped into pike bait. Be my guest, though hopefully at lest wait for me to get out of the way before you two collide. He thought. The weasel didn't even take the stoat all that seriously either.

When Gang Chenglei spoke his words and started to walk away with the weasel following behind, the weasel translated. " He says we are moving now. Follow or get left behind. Either way. He still gets his pay."

[Daniel]

Alassa wished he was back with his brothers. They treated him with the respect he deserved. They knew that there was no finer assassin than he, Alassa Herrious, the Angel of Death. He said to the mongoose while following the two, "Tell me, do you have any goals beside money and survival? Any ideals? I tell you, there is no greater peace than fulfilling one's purpose."

Alassa wanted a genuine answer from the mongoose. No matter how clammed up a creature may be, there was a shatter-point even for emotions. Alassa enjoyed other's company, even if they were repulsive and moody. He hoped he could reach the mongoose and maybe even the translator.

[Hans Vermeer (Cole)]

The Translator didn't even wait for Gang to reply. It was as if the weasel already knew what the mongoose was going to say.

"Mongooses rarely ever retire stoat. Rarer still does a mongoose die on his death bed instead of on the battlefield or the cold hard ground or in the sea. I think the only time Gang will ever retire is when he is finally killed in combat like almost all mongooses die. When that day happens is the day i finally have to walk off on my own. I hope the money i save with be enough to last in my life."

The Mongoose understood what the weasel had said. He may not speak the language of Mossflower beasts, but that didn't mean he didn't understand it. He didn't really care what the weasel had said though. Mainly because it was true.

[Daniel]

"I'm sure it will be. You know, one doesn't need to be wealthy to lead a good life," Alassa said. He then turned his attention to the Mongoose, "So, you ARE fulfilling your purpose, eh? I guess you ad I are just completely different."

Alassa chuckled good-naturedly. He wasn't worried about the mongoose getting tired of him. There was no way Alassa would get caught off-guard. Alassa has survived creatures worse than the mongoose, and the translator wasn't any risk.