Singing with the Silent Dead

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Lowthor

Lowthor

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Vel ducked into the alcove's murky shadows. He could see perfectly, but the hired thugs that served as guards to the target would have no idea he was there. Silently he waited for the guard to pass him, then left his hiding place and continued along the hallway to the room at the end. The door was of thick oak, and by the looks of things reinforced. He whispered a prayer to the Lady Yillyth that he could get past the lock. Battering the door down would have the five guards he'd passed running here, and then it would get messy.

He pulled a picklock from his boot, and crouched down by the keyhole. It was too dark to see into the lock, but from the feel of it, it was poorly crafted. After only a few moments, he'd picked the lock by feel, and was creeping into the room. The heavy iron hinges of the door threatened to creak, but he slipped through the opening before it got the chance to give him away.

Once he was in the room, the target was as good as dead. Yillyth's gift caused a razor sharp dagger to appear in his hand, and he walked over to the sleeping merchant. Blood soaked the sheets as Vel's dagger cut first the man's jugular, then his windpipe. One clean cut, and then Vel was on his way out...



...Less than an hour later, Vel's nuckles rapped against Kayt's door. He'd already reported the task's completion to his superiors in the guild.

"Sister?" He asked whilst he waited for her to open the door.
 
For several minutes Kayt did not answer the door. There was no evidence of sound or light from under the door to suggest that anyone was in the room, although he may know different. Possibly right when he was about to give up and go to his own room the door knob slowly turned and the door opened just as slow. However, no one stood on the other side to greet him warmly like a sister might.

Kayt instead stood just behind the door waiting for him to entire. A small candle burned on a dresser across the room letting off a small circle of light that didn’t even reach the door. The main source of light came from somewhere on the other side of the room that he couldn’t see because the door was in the way, he also couldn’t see things on that side of the room because of the door. Anyone could accurately guess this other source of light as moonlight.

A glance around the rest of the room would reveal very little, there was nothing out that belonged to her and the bed appeared that she hadn’t slept in it at all. Although there was a pillow missing. Once he entered the room she closed the door behind him and locked the door. Now he could see that the curtain to the only window in her room was pulled back allowing the moonlight in. Where the moonlight hit the floor sat the missing pillow and a small pouch, one he may not have seen before. From the doorway these objects had been hidden by the bed. She watched him closely as he entered the room, what she had been doing had nothing to do with him or the guild and she wanted to keep it that way.

“Yes, brother?†she asked in a low tone as soon as she was pretty sure she could keep the sarcastic tone from her voice, and if she couldn’t at least the door was closed and locked and she had spoken low enough so only he would hear it.
 
Vel chuckled. "I'd thought you didn't want to see me Sister. You'd break our mothers heart."

He clearly found the charade they were both being forced to follow, highly amusing. "The merchant died without any difficulty. It was verging upon dull to be quite honest." The elf crossed the room and sat himself down upon the bed. He didn't need them, and he'd not taken them with him on his mission, but Vel had the Elven longsword and dagger he'd taken from the armoury in Orthe'Vloss fastened to his belt.

"I've heard rumours that we are being sent on a mission together next."
 
Kayt smirked lightly at his statement “That happened long before now..†was her short reply. She followed him but did not sit down when he did, raising a brow at the sight of him sitting there but was silent. Instead she knelt in the moonlight, the light danced in her silvery blonde hair. Picking up the pouch and tossed the pillow on the bed beside him she said “You actually expected more?†She shook her head as she stood up with pouch in hand.

Now she moved to close the curtain, he knew she wouldn’t seat on the bed with him there. Her eyes had not missed the weapons that were attached to his belt. “The bastard finally thinks I’m ‘ready’ for such things?†she remarked with almost the same loathing for Fey as she felt to a certain kinsmen. It was the same with any woman that came into the guild they had to work their way up to actual jobs, until then they were ‘Dolls’. Women in the guild were the information gathers about the guilds targets, using seduction, games, and anything else to become trusted by the target and gather the needed information. Most of them didn’t aspire to be much else, they were Fey’s favorites and could get whatever they wanted. Fey is Silent Dead’s leader. There were a few, like Kayt, that could move to doing actual jobs.

The curtain fall over the window and the moonlight was blocked from the room leaving the only source of light as the candle. She turned to look at him “What did you have to do to convince him, brothe? And what do the rumors say?â€
 
"I didn't have to say anything, in fact I didn't even hear about it from him. I think someone might be pulling strings though. Perhaps a job that we'd be perfectly suited for, happened to find its way into Fey's ear."

He drew the elven dagger, and started to trim his right thumbnail. He'd torn it climing through one of the target's windows, and now it was getting on his nerves.

"It does sound like this job will be more than a simple cut throat whilst the target it sleeping though."
 
She smirked lightly “Which one of your play things told you this.†Now she moved toward him or the nightstand beside the bed rather. Putting the pouch away in the drawer there she turned and sat on the nightstand instead of the bed. “Perhaps someone is feeding Fey’s paranoid nightmares,†he would know what she meant by the statement.

A disgusted look covered her face as he started to trim his nail on HER bed. Leaning forward she placed a hand on the bed and the other reached for the dagger to pull it away “Do that on your own bed!†she remarked. The hand that reached for the dagger was gloved, it was always gloved. For the moment she completely ignored his last comment.
 
"Are you going to try and stop me sister?" He grinned and moved the dagger out of her reach. He knew perfectly well that they were closely matched in a fight, what he had on his side was who she'd been before she came into the service of the four.
 
She continued to lean for the dagger until he moved it so that she would have to reach over him to get it. His question caused her to look at her feet for some reason and then to glare at him darkly. Slowly she would sit back shifting her weight from the hand that rested on the bed she grabbed the pillow she had tossed on the bed beside him early. Bringing it up she attempts to hit him lightly in the back and arm before pulling back sitting on the nightstand again. She perhaps was testing the limits.

“You would not like it if I came in your room and did that. Please get up if you wish to continue.†She says, actually seeming to forget about the time she jumped all over his bed back home. “Tell me what this job does sound like?â€
 
Vel let her hit him with the pillow, then he slid his dagger back into its sheath.

"Only rumours, but from what I know, it requires deception as well as stealth. We did let them know all about your skills as far as disguise when we joined, and from what I have heard, the plan requires a female assasin as one half of the team."
 
She smirked lightly when he puts the blade away. As he started to speak she dared a glance away from him to look towards the window, not that she could see through the curtain but something seemed to interest her.

Her eyes came back to him when he spoke of her skills and she raised a brow slightly. Could this finally be something she would enjoy, although nothing would compare to the joy….she didn’t even get to finish the thought, her eyes closed and her jaw tightened for a moment to hold back a groan. After he finished talking she shook her head lightly and then tried to remember the rest of what he had side. Finally, she looked back at him and smiled “Should be fun. Perhaps I should get ready and go see Fey…perhaps I could get some information out of him…†she didn’t seem all to thrilled about the thought of going to see Fey, however.
 
"Your choice. I suspect he shall come to us about it soon enough. And I have to see a girl about a night of debauchery." Vel chuckled and stood up, then walked towards the door, but didn't open it just yet.
 
She glared at him for a moment and then sighed "You know I have no patience for waiting. I was in the middle of something anyway so I shall get back to that." He probably wouldn't know the importance of this date to her, the only one that she could think of that might remember or care was probably throwing a personal victory party, and that was Ti'then.

Thinking of him nearly got a shock sent through her system again but she managed to control herself this time. She rolled her eyes at his statement about the girl. Seeing that he wasn't leaving she assumed he was doing this to annoy her "Is there something you forgot to say or do?" she asked as she stood moving to the end of the bed.
 
"No. Not at all sister. Just expecting a barbed comment." He chuckled and then left the room. Much of his evening was spent downstairs in the tavern's common room, but he awoke in someone elses bed, a pretty elf girl in his arms. The irony didn't escape him.

About mid morning, by which time Vel was out an about the town, word was passed to himself via a street urchin, and Kayt, wherever she was, that Fey wanted to speak to them.
 
"Well sorry to disappoint, brother, but I'm not in the mood...." she remarks turning as he left the room and shut the door behind him. She went back to the window and pulled the curtain back allowing the moonlight in. Sitting on the floor with the pillow and the pouch she took out some small objects and began to mediate.

It would be several hours before she graced the tavern with her presence. She ignored several advances by drunken men sitting at the tables she passed. Even pulling herself away from one man that attempted to pull her down in his lap, she managed to knock him out of his chair which caused laughter from all his friends. She hadn't missed Vel's presence or who he was with, a brief smirk played over her lips, and then she was at the bar. She ordered a bottle of wine and a glass.

The man that stood by her now was one of Fey's men, so she made small talk with him and he made sure no one else bothered her. Probably because he thought he'd get something for it. However, when the tender brought the wine and glass she took it "Put it on the tab." she said planning to pay it tomorrow during the day when the place was less crowded with stupidity. Turning she weaved her way back through the tables and to her room, much to the disappoint of Fey's man. After a grumble he would turn his pursuit to a waitress.

The next day there would be no sign of Kayt, she had yet to get up. The bottle of wine set about half empty on the floor and some was still in the glass beside it. The pillow was still in the floor but she had somehow managed to climb into bed. When the banging started at the door she groaned thinking it was a dream. She slowly started to realize it was someone at the door. Sitting up she ran her hands through her hair and then slowly got up. Moving to the door she opened it to a Doll, one of the new ones. The Doll told her that Fey wanted to see her right now. Before she could say anything else Kayt shut the door. She moved to start getting ready thinking that if she didn't Vel would be down here any minute rushing her and telling her 'I told you so.'
 
Vel didn't go to her room. Instead she would find him waiting outside Fey's office when she arrived. He was eating an apple and leaning against the wall by the door.

"Sister." He said and nodded.

((Can you NPC Fey?))
 
OOC:

The job is to get Kayt into a mercenary stronghold by deception, then have her let Vel in, and then massachre the place. About twenty human mercenaries, most of them far less skilled than either Vel or Kayt
 
Kayt finished getting ready without any interruptions, which pleased her. Leaving her room she went down to the bar to pay for the wine she had last night. Once this was done she left the tavern moving through the back alleys and side streets to the building at the edge of town. Slipping through the door she paused in the common room long enough to take a glance to an empty table. The tables’ chairs were turned out, as if someone had sat in the backwards. But there was no one around the table, and everyone with this house knew better than to seat in those chairs. Upon each chair was carved a name, and on the table names and designs had been carved into the wood. This was the table belonged to the group that Kayt and Vel had heard about but never met fully. At the moment most the group was on a hopeless mission, however the leader and another remained here.

Kayt’s eyes narrowed slightly before she continued on up the stairs to where Fey’s office was located. She nodded to the man standing at the top of the stairs and moved past him down the hall to Fey’s office. Seeing Vel she smiled lightly “Enjoy your evening, brother.†She said the smile becoming a smirk as she turned toward the door and knocked on it waiting for one of Fey’s men or Dolls to answer. A minute or two later the door was opened by one of Fey’s guards. He motioned both them inside. Kayt walked through the doorway into Fey’s office. She managed a smile to the man sitting behind the desk and went to the seat he offered her in front of his desk. Once Vel was inside he would offer the other seat to Vel. The guard at the door would close the door remaining in the room with the three, one could never be too careful with all the mysterious deaths happening around the house lately.

Once both Kayt and Vel were seated Fey grinned “I have a job that will require both of your skills. Kayt, I’ve been impressed and pleased†he paused for a second his eyes trailing down from her face for a moment as if remembering fondly something and then he continued “with your work in gathering information and playing up the targets.†Fey was too busy talking and being full of himself to see the glare that Kayt forcefully had to suppress, she even managed to keep a smile on her lips as if accepting what he said as a compliment. She was beginning to enjoy working for her true masters because of this man and that made her hate this assignment 100 times over. Fey continued on with the job that he had for them “There is a Mercenary house with about 20 members that is becoming a problem. Kayt you are to use your skills to gain access into the house as a new member. Once you feel secure enough in the place you are to sneak Vel in and the both of you are to destroy the house. Not one survivor.†He did not pause for long enough while he told them the job for them to ask question. When he was done speaking he leaned forward and slid a parchment across his desk to Vel, it was a map to the Mercenary house. Now if there were question they could be asked.
 
((OOC: Sorry took so long.))


Once Vel had the map and was looking over it Fey sat back in his chair again his hands resting on the arms of his chair. His eyes were focused on Katy and for a moment she held his gaze and then she looked away to glance at the map that Fey had given to Vel. Fey reminded her of Ti'then's father. Fey was no drow for sure but the attitude was the same. For a split second she smirked and wondered how his father had made it in that society as long as he had. As she thought this she looked to Vel, it must be a family trait, she added to her thoughts before turning her attention back to Fey while waiting for his answer to Vel's question.

"Human's" was Fey's reply "You will leave immediately and as you can see it is about a day's ride from here. This job is time sensitive, Katy, you'll have to work quickly without compromising yourself, as I'm sure you will be successful at." His attempt to compliment her brought a smile to her lips and she nodded "As am I." she replies. Her words brought a grin from him but this was business so he continued "Get whatever supplies you'll need from downstairs." He fall silent again waiting to see if any other questions needed answered before dismissing them.
 
Vel did not say anything to Fey after his question. He was already plotting. As far as swords and knives go, once it was just himself, Kayt and the soon to be dead, he would not need to bother with normal weapons. A bow might be useful, a crossbow perhaps.

"You should take something easily concealable to fight with. I will bring your sword once I am inside."
 
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