Wrong place. Right time.

[Sevris]

53rd Day of Fall 513 A.V The young Lazarin didn't waste much time when it came to hunting down the Rising Dawn. Revenge was a powerful motivator for him. After their attack on the temple where Ebonstryfe and Black Sun personnel alike were killed. Sevris had almost been a victim himself. Beaten senseless by a blue Akalak. Since then the Ebonstryfe have been on the hunt for any and all members. And they were to all be exterminated. He had been sitting in his office when there was a knock. One of his servants came in after Sevris beckoned. "Sorry to disturb you Sir Sevris. Alistair is here to see you." "Send him in." Sevris said without looking up from his desk. He had already finished paperwork he was merely practicing his glyphs. Alistair happened to be one of Sevris's spies he had planted long ago in his Go zone. He was supposed to find any Rising Dawn members or even better to find out they're hideouts. Beside him was a striking woman. From one look alone she looked to be Myrian. He had also asked him to bring a Mercenary into the fold. Less paperwork, more work done. "Who might you be?."

[Kaie]

Now this was a very dangerous game she was playing...

Remus had promised her this job would leave her unharmed. This simple, easy job. Naturally she wasn't at liberty to be questioning what exactly it entailed. When one's employer makes a demand, duties must be followed. That rule only makes itself more prominent when that employer is also belongs to a powerful organization. One that would have no problem offing her, or worse, enslaving her. All because she was not human. But business was business and she trusted either end to uphold their word.

Cloak hood covering her apparel and hanging a shadow over her features, Kaie was escorted through the streets. Her gladius, twin kukris, and knife hung from her in concealment appropriately for her meeting. After maneuvering the odd lake city streets, she was led into a place to wait with another man. A spy or so she was informed. Whatever his job was, his intel would be of utmost importance for hers. Until approved of, she would remain in the dark shadow of ignorance. Until the Ebonstryfe enlightened her. Could she trust and cooperate with those who played with Chaos?

Eventually she was beckoned into some sort of office. Doors were flung open and the spy was first to enter. Taking half a tick to inspect her surroundings for herself, Kaie followed in his wake. When the spy stopped, so did the Myrian in the same place. Before them sat a man at a desk. Her wandering eyes couldn't help but glance across the paper he had been working on. Yet oddly enough there was nothing but symbols.

How odd.

When she was finally addressed, Kaie lifted a bronzed hand to the back of her head. In one motion, the hood was drawn back to fall behind her shoulders. In the flickering light of the office her exotic features were revealed. Brown hair fell behind her shoulders in loose curls, eyes glittering in the brightest of infernos. Her face was sort but tainted in the intensity that came naturally to her people. And like a cloud her defiance shrouded her entire being.

"Kaie of the Cutthroat Shadows. I was sent here to...Provide you with whatever assistance you may need," The Myrian answered evenly in an almost professional fashion, her voice mirroring Matthew's to appear more legitimate. Just to make her services clear, she tapped the partly exposed hilt of her gladius absently. If he expected any other kind of "assistance" as many did, he'd be deeply disappointed.

[Sevris]

"Kaie of the Cutthroat Shadows. The name has some power behind it. I am Sevris Lazarin, Paladin of Ebonstyfe. What you can do for me depends on Alistair's findings." He nodded in the mans direction who was actually quite older than Sevris. "Report Alistair." "Yes Sir Sevris. I personally have been following up on any leads the Ravosalamen have given us. We have tortured Rising Dawn captives to confirm what I suspect as well. There seems to be a hideout in the Docks District. Easy to miss what with the guards routes and all. I staked out the place and they seem to be heavily fortified. Probably grunts and maybe slaves." "You got eyes on them now?" Sevris asked. "Yes Sir." The Lazarin noticed a flash of confusion from Kaie as they spoke of the incurring mission. "The Rising Dawn are heretics hoping to upsurp the Black Sun and the Ebonstryfe. They have harassed the people with attacks and slandering of Ravok with their selfish intentions. Disrespecting The Voice and Rhysol with their very existence. Our job is to eliminate them. Wherever they may hide, we will find them. "So heres the plan. Tell our man to hold eyes on them. I'll give the Commanders a few units to deal with them. Kaie you can fight alongside myself. I always enter the battlefield whenever possible. We can be off within a few chimes once we get the guards to sanction off streets. Understood?" He assumed she was rather dangerous despite her being female. Sex did not blind him to how elite a person could be. Besides, Myrians were renown warriors, he wanted to see first hand how they became that way.

[Kaie]

Kaie raised her chin slightly as the man at the desk spoke her full name, commenting on its sound. So far he seemed cooperative, this Sevris. Business-like as expected but all was straight forward and organized. She could certainly work in such a system. But what was so important about Alistair's report that he would be brought to such a formal setting?

Ravosalamen? Rising Dawn? Who the petch?

Her face contorted for but a moment in confusion, brain racing in search of familiarity in the information. Just as she was about to give up and remain in the darkness of her own ignorance, Sevris was kind enough to enlighten the savage woman. Kaie listened to every word coolly and focused. Her eyes were locked on his, head nodding slowly after once and a while to ensure she was paying close attention. Progressively, her brow came together while she processed. It didn't take her long to understand they were dealing with a resistance force. "Heretics" was a new word for the woman, but context clues keyed her in. Apparently she would be getting a little more hands on action than Remus had implied. That bastard always had a charismatic charm that downplayed just about everything.

Alright. Rebels in the Docks District. Well armed. I'll be fighting with this Sevris guy here with some more Ebonstryfe troops. Commendable he's not one of those cowardly men to hide behind money and expensive desks, and actually get out there and earn.


"Sounds good. Ready when you give the order," Kaie replied stiffly with a nod of agreement. Playing obedient mercenary, and acting like a bobble head was not something she entirely enjoyed. In a city like this it was necessary for her survival. All she had to do was follow a few orders and then she'd be on her way.

Hopefully my new friends will be team players at the least.

[Sevris]

Sevris nodded his head slightly, he appreciated the quick understanding from Kaie. Ultimately it was imperative that she understood who they were up against. Though lowly to the might of the Ebonstryfe they posed a threat if you were ever walking down the street by your lonesome. He stood up from his chair and walked around it so that he faced them directly. Standing at over 6'0 he was quite taller than Kaie and Alistair. "Alistair can you tell me whats their outside security looking like?" "Don't know, can't get close enough to see." Alistair replied. "Ok Kaie, I have a side mission for you as well. I want to see how good you are. I need you to kill off the security they have outside warehouse. If theres more than too many, do what you can and signal for the attack. Either way we will be charging in." Alistair exchanged more information with Sevris like the exact location. Sevris advised for Kaie to get comfortable while they waited. It would take a few chimes to get the men ready.

[Kaie]

As if Alistair had stomped his feet with the might of a god, Kaie's head whipped his way as soon as he gave his reply. It was all the Myrian woman could do to keep her expression completely neutral. In her mind, however, her mind was reeling. All the information she had been receiving thus far was completely new. All the names, locations, and the like were unheard of and unexplored on her end. The fact that on top of that they had no knowledge on the organization's security? Now that's enough to set alarms off in any mercenary brain.

Her name brought her out of her thoughts, bringing her to face Alistair once more. He wished to test her skills, which was understandable. The nature of the task was expected: See how many of the security she can take out before the rest of the force rushed in. How easy or difficult that job was couldn't be determined. She'd just have to see what could be worked out to achieve a higher success rate. And come out intact.

"Understood. I'll be ready when you give the word."

[Sevris]

OOCFeel free to describe the warehouse and enemies around, this is your playground A few chimes pass by It was already night time when Sevris called for Kaie's company once again. Them and four units units were following behind them as they approached one of the pathways that led in and out of the Dock District. The Lazarin came fully armed on top of a beautiful black Zavian horse, donning his pure gold Brigantine armor which matched from head to too. On his back was a beautifully crafted golden Two-Bladed sword. Serrated edges as he preferred in the deadliness of his weapons. On his sash was a magecrafted Longsword, which could evidently cut sharper, and was endurable to the affects of wear and tear. He knew these things about his sword because of his magecrafted helmet. It put him at a slight advantage against the magical world. He was able to see magic in all its glorious forms, rather astral force of Projection or the raging fires of Reimancy. His only weakness being able to see an Aurists. A golden mouth mask to compliment his obsession with gold. He had already alerted the guards to be ready to ambush any fleeing subjects for the off chance they got past them. Sevris and company neared the warehouse where the Rising Dawn members were supposed to be hiding. There was an outer wall that covered the back so a back escape would out of the question. So Sevris halted the troops when they were within shot of the location. "We don't wanna get to close that their the scouts can spot us. But it will be harder too see one person sneak by. Kaie will run reconnaissance and will also try to eliminate the Dawn scouts if possible. Use the cover of night and trees. The signal could be a hearty Myrian battlecry. Or a flare from a fire arrow since it seems you can use a bow." Sevris mentioned noticing the composite longbow. Sevris waved his hand to his Apprentice. He brought her 5 fire arrows from one of the archers. The Lazarin had a squad of Fire archers as well, if the warehouse became to corrupt it would have to be destroyed along with the Rising Dawn. "The missions a go Kaie." Sevris said to the Myrian warrior with a smile. This could pose interesting.

[Kaie]

The moments following their first encounter were filled with forced idleness. Without the ability to leave the protection of the building, the Myrian woman could do nothing but lean against a wall and somehow manage to entertain herself. Sometimes it was by studying her surroundings, which got old quickly, and other times it was toying with her own weapons. She had come armed to the teeth for this mission, or at least as well as she could. Beneath her cloak she owned a series of weapons at her disposal. Gladius at her hip, twin Kukri at her lower back, knife as her side, wrist knife inside her sleeve, and blades in her boots. On top of that she even decided it necessary to cart her bow and quiver along, which hung loosely across her body. Eventually, Sevris did call for her once again.

They took the streets promptly, Sevris in lead with Kaie near his flank, four units at their backs. Their man in charge was quite a sight to see. He was well decorated in an elaborate display of armor atop his ebony steed. Everything was in order. Petch, even his weapons matched his attire. A golden arrangement that was clearly very expensive. How practical it was, was probably something that crossed the Myrian's mind once or twice. Perhaps it did bring with it some intimidation factor and authority. Other than that it simply provided Kaie with a clear beacon of the man whose orders she was to follow.

His directions were straight forward, and for the most part very doable. Challenging, but not impossible. It would definitely be best if she got a quick look at what numbers she was facing before a reckless attack. It wouldn't take too long. If he was true to his word, they'd be right behind her as soon as her battle cry rose over the city. That would be on the chance a flaring arrow would take too long.

The Myrian woman nodded her thanks to the apprentice as soon as the five arrows were relinquished to her. Promptly, she stored them inside her quiver and removed the bow from her body. There was work to be done.

"I'll see what I can do," Kaie responded with a grin to match, soon turning from the decorated man toward the streets with her hood back atop her head. The first thing she needed to do was get a better look at the place to see what cover it had to offer. Better yet, why not check if there was a secondary way inside instead of barging through?

The Myrian slipped into the flow of the city as best as any foreigner could, moving parallel to the warehouse than right at it. It was a building of three stories resembling something of a granary. As she walked by the wide, grand entrance she noted two standing on either side. Passing by she could see three more guarding the immediate innards of the wall. How many guards lay past that was indeterminate. Lying her way through seemed too risky considering her meager knowledge, but what about an urban camouflage trick?

Eyes flickering about, she noticed farther down the crowd an older man pushing a wheelbarrow full of wheat opposite from her. He was unarmed which was odd considering how sketchy the Plaza of Dark Delights was. The hem of his shirt was wet, giving her the impression his cargo might've just been unloaded from some spot on the canal. It didn't take long for a dangerous plan to form in her head. Before she even finished her plotting, she was casually crossing the way with her bow across her chest. Walking right toward the man.

"Watch where the petch you're going," The Myrian warned with a growl, spinning around after having blatantly bumped the man in the shoulder as she passed.

"Hey! How about you watch.."

He was cut off the moment the Myrian engaged, a hand grabbing his shoulder near the neck. She angled her wrist just enough so he could see the metal glinting beneath the sleeve's shadow.

"Get the petch out of here," Kaie hisses low in his ear, coming in toward the man like it was a hug rather than a confrontation. She wrapped her free hand around his back loosely and then released quickly him. Eyes wide, he scuttled off. Leaving the wheelbarrow for her own uses.

The Myrian shrugged her shoulders as if loosening up and then she was the one manning the wheelbarrow, sauntering casually as she could toward the open again. As soon as she neared, the closest guard stopped her.

"Easy, Killer. Just a small delivery," She assured him with a smile, pulling her hood down to seem more open. Perhaps if nothing else the smooth cascade of brown, curly hair and fiery eyes would ease her past the defenses. Too bad she wasn't that good. Her clothes certainly didn't make it any easier.

"We ordered nothing until tomorrow. Turn around and get back where you came from."

"I was told today. Look I've got a lot to do. I'm already here."

"Delivery girl with a bow. That's cute. Now what would someone of your profession ever need that for?" The man countered suspiciously, a hand suddenly raising to hold the hilt of his broadsword. It was all the Myrian woman could do not to panic. She needed to do something. Fast.

Slowly the woman released her grip on the wheelbarrow and stepped cautiously to his side. She looked down at her feet, noticing the man stiffening with apprehension. There was little time. Matthew's lessons flooded her brain, reminding her of the natural advantage she had if she only properly utilized the skills he shared with her.

Eyes.

Kaie's head snapped up again, peeking through her lashes with her amber blaze like Matthew had instructed that night in the Stallion. A coy half smile graced her lips and her hands came up a bit. She waggled her fingers to reinforce the fact she held no weapon in her hands. As soon as she spoke, her feet began to back away toward the inside of the walls. If only she played it all right.

"You don't believe. Fine. Frisk me. We'll see whose right," Kaie replied coolly, a single brow raising in a challenge to the guard. His tension seemed to go away from a moment, hand relaxing on his sword as he was caught in her amateur ploy. She was lucky he was young and so easily...Distracted. He came toward her then with a smirk.

"Alright then. Prove me wrong."

His hands started harmlessly at her shoulders. Then down the outside of her arms. Gradually moving in toward her chest...Which is exactly when her wrist blade slipped right into his jugular. With a gagging sound, he dropped like a stone in the street. His own blood began to pool around him, the rest filling his lungs. Drowning him.

"Trevor!"

PETCH! I forgot about him!

Kaie turned with a feral growl, her hand gripping her gladius and tearing it from its prison. Her adversary was older and stockier than the boy, his eyes cold and furious. Long sword met gladius in a screech of metal upon metal, drawing in attention from those nearby. Their swords rebounded off each other twice as the Myrian blocked before the challenger made a fatal error. He swung at her middle viciously with all his might, leaving his entire body exposed when the woman managed to narrowly back step out of the way. By his own folly did the amateur swordswoman manage to run him through. And then came the battle cry the Ebonstryfe had been waiting for.

"For Myri!"


OOC:Hope I got what you envisioned correct! Let me know if her plan doesn't got with the plot you had in mind. Sorry about the length!

[Sevris]

Sevris was waiting for the signal from his Myrian warrior. Surprisingly the call to arms came a lot sooner than he expected. There was a cry outside the gates. From the bend in the road that kept his forces hidden from the enemy. Sevris held his hand up to signal the attack. All forces charged. The troops jogged in unison as they followed their new Paladin to battle. Sevris sat on top of his horse still as it trotted in front of his men. Personnel and people who weren't even associated with the Rising Dawn were starting to find out what was going on. The heretics were dressed as normal Ravokians so as far as he was concerned. They were all enemies that needed to be detained...or better. Killed. A wicked smile played on his face. More poured out as they saw the Ebonstryfe coming from all sides. They stopped in an orderly fashion behind Sevris with his black coated gold armor. With cold eyes surveying his prey, his words were just as frigid as he said, "It has come to my attention that there are heretics amongst you all. If you really are about the people pretend to protect then you have ten seconds to surrender or everyone dies. Starting 9..." The count caught everyone off guard as hectic faxes turned to one another in confusion. However there were a lot that looked a lot more alert where tension of burden was on their shoulders. Sevris got to 5 in a slow dramatic fashion, the crowd frozen in fear. From the back a unique ethereal form sore in the air. Sevris had never seen the likes of such before. It must've been magic. And it was heading straight for him. His helmet allowed such advantages by mages to be void. "Wrong answer. Kill them all." The Paladin jumped off his horse as an invisible fist flew right by him.

[Kaie]

With a dull thud, the slain man fell from her blade and into the opening of the gates. He groaned something malicious at her. A final curse before his eminent death, no doubt. However, the Myrian woman was far too busy to hang around and listen to the last words of the enemy. For the moment that opponent was cast aside it was onto the next. Momentarily alone to face the onslaught of men running in her direction to avenge their fallen men. Somewhere in the streets, Kaie heard the advance of the Ebonstryfe. They had obviously heard her call.

The next was a boy no older than the first. Nothing but scuff marked the ending of his teenage years. In his hand was an odd staff-like weapon. A long shaft with the head of an ax high raised high above his head. Now that was going to be a new challenge. And as the furious "heretic" rushed her, muscles tensing in anticipation of swinging the sharp weapon down upon her, Kaie had little time to form a tactic.

The delay of the start of his swing and the actually downward cutting of the ax provided her with an immediate advantage. Before gravity could do most of the work, Kaie was already skidding off to his side like a fox to a hole. The ax hit the stone ground with an ear splitting clanking and a grunt of displeasure from the wielder. The Myrian on the other hand made a hasty thrust at his exposed side. The man's reaction proved efficient. Before she had a chance to dig right into his vulnerable flesh, Kaie was nailed in her own with the brunt of the metal shaft. A vicious side swipe.

Petch!

The Myrian was sent tumbling off to the side with the follow through, cursing in her native tongue the whole way. Within another moment she was rolling back onto her toes with a growl. At least she managed to keep from running herself across her own blade during that ordeal.

"You petching murderous savage!" He accused her spitefully with a jab at her middle, which she barely evaded with a side step. Now he had the protection of distance with a weapon of better range. Getting back inside his circle would be a challenge.

Where the petch are the Ebonstryfe?

Somewhere behind her, she thought she could pick out the voice of Sevris. Without any other clanging of weapons, it wasn't too hard to pick up his raised voice. He seemed to be speaking to the masses. Commoners that gathered somewhere behind her back remained silent. If he was cutting deals with this hated enemy and leaving her alone to face their own troops, she was going to be one pissed off Myrian.

"Mother. Goddess Queen. Guide your daughter's blade into the barbarian heart that insults your people," Kaie hisses at the man hatefully, eyes slicing holes into his face with their intensity. His only response to her Myrian that time was an anxious shift in his hands and feet. Then it was time to engage again.

With a whoop she was back into it. He jabbed at her, and like she would a punch, Kaie stepped off center and batted the halberd down brutally with her gladius. It was a choppy and unorthodox move, but it was all she had. From there it was a speedy race down the length of the weapon. Using the shaft like a track for her blade, Kaie rushed at him with as much speed as she could muster. The end result was a harsh slash across his chest. Sometime during her exit, he managed to get the ax back around and get a slice at her back. It was not a kill for either warrior, but her hack was deep enough to cause him to pause. Enough to make him retreat. Just enough to give her opportunity to face the next pairs of feet sprinting toward her. And to spot the archer in the window of the warehouse.

Shyke! When the petch did he get there?

Without even bothering to engage with the men closing in, Kaie backtracked to the wheelbarrow. Diving behind it was her only last ditch effort to escape his range. Moments later, she heard the sure sound of an arrow splitting through bundled grain. And the cry of angry, murderous soldiers of Rhysol.

About petching time!

They would enter the gates soon, she figured. In the meantime she took the liberty of exchanging her gladius for her bow. While she was still a poor shot, it was her only defense against the archer. She lacked the cover to advance further alone.

OOCSorry for the delay! Holidays got the best of me for a while but I'm back in full swing!