Thread: Inalt

Altair Name Nickname Altair Silverra The Grand Eagle, The Young Protege Attire Black medieval doublet accented with red. Black over tunic with a hood. Black pants and boots. Weapons Twin katanas on his back hidden by his coat. Twin wristblades. Poison and sleep darts. And some throwing knives All hidden Location The Assassins Guild Tagging Alexandria, Anyone Time September 1, 2650 Afternoon. The guild was as loud and productive as ever and it made the young guildmaster happy. The guild was like a one large family that kept their dark secrets. Basking in the power and grace of the dark arts. It was indeed an art form the way they moved and completed their tasks. To be right in front of your target and say hello just because you know that they'll die at your hands soon. It was a fun little game to play even to bet on amongst the Inalt branch. The rules were simple you hid in plain sight and got as close to your target as possible. Bonus points for being able to interact with a target without raising alarm. Altair currently held the championship title. Of course he had the advantage of knowing techniques and skills far beyond anyone else other than the other four originals. Though he kept it mostly fair he had no shame in using his skills. It pushed his guild to work harder to finaly surpass their master. It was one of the reasons why the Inalt branch was the top guild in Tara. His moment of piece. Was broken by an assassin bring him a sealed piece of paper. Everyone in the guild could feel the tension and it got deadly silent. The sealed paper was intel regarding the status of the city's officials. Altair kept close tabs on all the city officials knowing that it was where most of the main threats to the city came from. Politics was corrupt and it sickened him to see how it twisted people. He nodded to the assassin dismissing him and walked out the door taking the tension with him. It was a nice day outside te perfect time to go check on his first target. Apparently there was something big going down amongst the officials. Some kind of scheme to steal large amounts of money from the puplic. There were five men under suspicion but only three were actually involved. It fell to Altair to decipher the good from the bad. For now he just wanted to get information. His first target was a politician lucky for Altair he orphaned a girl. That where he would start the girl could give him answers without even knowing it. Besides it had been a while since he had to charm a lady. She was last seen headed to the harbor. And before long Altair was right behind her almost iterally seperated only by a few people. Walking up some he tapped her shoulder. Excuse me miss? Leo Name Nickname Leo Silverra The Lion Attire Royal blue shirt. Royal blue over coat accented with gold. Black pants. Gold gloves Weapon English Tuck sword Location Inalt streets near the square Tagging Anyone Time September 1, 2650 Afternoon. Leo was on patrol or rather he requested it today. It was nice the sun was shining and the air was cool. He strolled the streets keeping his right hand on his sword at his waist. It was more out of habit than to impose a presence of authority. This time of day was slow in the way of crime but would likely pick up in a few hours. He stopped a few times talking to citizens or explaining to many tourists where the square was. Leo liked this part of Inalt for his strolls even though it was usually interrupted by something or someone. So far even with the citizens' interruptions he still felt relax. There wasn't even the slightest presence of annoyance either on his face or body language. It was a good day to be an officer and moreso to be a General. He had a small break from paperwork andmeetings and was able to enjoy the outside air. There was no training today so he didn't have to deal with foolish recruits. It was just nice it was nice enough to keep a smile on his face the entire time. Mikey Name Nickname Michael Silverra Mikey, The Fox Attire White short sleeve shirt. Black jacket with a hood. Black pants. Weapon Twin Daggers. Throwing knives. Location Inalt Town Square Tagging Mathilda, Anyone Time September 1, 2650 Afternoon. Mikey was in the town square because today was a great day to be a skilled thief like he was. There were a bunch of people in the square today. Possibly more than normal and it was just way to easy to snatch coin purses. However not from just anyone. Mikey only stole from city officials and officers as well as pompous rich men. They were the ones that spat on people lower than themselves not caring about the poor. Occasionally slipping a large sum of money into the pockets of starving families or struggling merchants. He was the vigilante of money and it helped him sleep at night. At the moment he slipped the purses from two guards that were idly talking. Good morning gentlemen. He just received scowls only furthering his resolve for stealing from them. He began distributing them to merchants either secretly or offering it to familiars. But he wanted to try something new and he easily found a good target. A fine young woman selling flowers with a big grin he strolled over to her stand. Mikey picked a rose inhaling deeply. Quite the lovely flower. In a blur he cut the stem of the rose with a knife. Fit to be next to a pretty face. He tucked the flower into he hair before dropping a money purse way over the reasonable amount Michael turned away from the stand although he hadn't walked away yet. He scanned the crowd for who he wanted to steal from or help next.