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Mord Ssin intro

She sat on a cold stone slab of stone which was supposed to serve as her bed. A small table with a stool was against the wall of her tiny cell. A dozen feet up the far stone wall was a barred window with sunlight streaming in. Patches of straw lay strewn about her bed; a half-hearted attempt by the jailor to seem more accomodating rather than just leaving the girl with a stone bed.
She wore nothing but a simple pair of short pants and a loose sleeveless shirt, with straw sandals. It was cold, it was damp, and the only light came from the small dash of sunlight through the high window. And Mord Ssin smirked. Everything was going exactly according to plan.
She had successfully infiltrated Arenian, the powerful capital city of the human nation. Not by sneaking or decieving, but by simply murdering a small patrol of four militiamen. And what was more, she had even been taken to the very prison she'd planned on.
She could have tried to make her own way into the city undetected, but Arenian was famed for its legendary defenses and strict policies regarding strangers to the city. Rather than risk trying to sneak in and being detected and slain, or walking in normally and being suspected of evil intentions (she was, after all, a rathien, and all rathiens on the surface world were Silencers), she'd hatched a plan with a secretive guild based inside Arenian, of all places, which her master had a long history with. With their help, it was simply easier to just get thrown in the dungeons and sprung free rather than enter the city the hard way.
She sighed and rose to her feet, brushing her hands off on her pants. Her skin was so white she practically glowed, and her entire body head to toe was covered in bold red tattoos which shimmered as if enchanted. Unlike other rathien elfkin however, she was not bald; in her years spent on the surface world she had grown out her hair, shoulder-length lockes of midnight-black with silver streaks like lightning. Her eyes were white, indicating blindness – a mistake too many of her slain foes had made.
She walked up to her cell door, a simple construct of tough steel bars. Across the dank corrider was a similar cell. A human was sitting kneeled before his cell door, his limp arms hanging out the bars of his door. He had been staring dimly into space ever since Ssin had arrived the previous day.
It was time. She formed a fist and held it to her chest. Summoning the inherent magic within her body, she felt her fist heat up. Suddenly it burst into flames, and she threw it forward. The flung fireball struck the other prisoner dead in the chest between the bars. He screamed out and threw himself backwards as his cheap prison clothes quickly became engulfed in flames. His screams filled the dungeon and his flailing limbs trashed the dishes and furniture in his cell. Mord Ssin almost cringed when she heard him crunch a hand bone or two on the stone wall.
The guards could take away her physical belongings, but they could not take away her Destruction magic. She stepped back and crossed her arms as the sound of fully armored rushing guards echoed down the hall. The jailor arrived shortly with another guard and they swung the man's cell door open and rushed inside to try to put out the flames. Mord Ssin chuckled to herself and calmly sat back down onto her "bed". Now that the jailhouse was vacated by the guards in their rush to determine what had happened, her "assistants" would be able to go about their business.
Once they had the fire doused and determined that the man was dead, the jailor angrily approached her cell. 'You there! Prisoner! What happened?' It was clear by his accusatory tone that he could guess what she'd done.
With her arms still crossed she merely shrugged and leaned back against the cold grey wall, offering nothing but a small smirk. The jailor scowled and started to unlock her cell. Just then a black arrow flew into the side of his unhelmeted head. Blood sprayed across the floor and his body stood rigid for a moment. His eyes were wide, as though he could still register shock, and then he fell sideways. The second guard exited the other cell and drew his mace. But with no shield, he was no match for the hail of half a dozen arrows at long range. He also fell dead.
Mord Ssin stood up and stretched her limbs before walking up to her cell door. Two men robed in black appeared. They both had longbows in their hands, the weapons sifting and reforming as if made of shadow. And now that Ssin looked, the arrows in the guards' bodies had disappeared as if they'd never been there. 'Your equipment is under the jailor's desk,' the man in front told her. His voice was icy, and if she wasn't a Silencer his voice alone may have sent shivers spiralling down her spine. 'If you leave now you can escape before any other guards realize what has happened here.' His words were slow and deliberate.
'And?' she pressed. 'That wasn't the full plan.'
'Your record has been recovered,' the man smiled. It was an evil thing, devoid of emotion. Ssin noticed how he said "recovered" and not "destroyed". Great. She had slipped up one time and now her criminal record was in the hands of these cultists. She had given them the upper hand on her. 'Once you are gone no guards will know who you are, or that you were ever imprisoned here.'
'Then my infiltration's complete,' she remarked half to herself. She could walk the streets and mingle with the people of Arenian without being wanted for murder. 'On behalf of my master, I thank you for your assistance in getting me this far.' She slightly bowed her head. It was not just idle banter, either; if not for her master's ties with the Brotherhood of Dusk, she would not have the powerful organization backing her on the surface world. Especially in Arenian, which was so fiercesomely protected by the humans and where one wrong step could alert the entire Arenian army to her intentions.
The other speaker likewise tilted his head. 'The Brotherhood is happy to have obliged a Silencer of your skill. And now, if our business is concluded...' The man behind him stepped back and literally seemed to "explode", his body transforming into flying shadows in all directions until completely dissipated. Ssin waited patiently for the speaker to do the same. When they were both gone she took the keys from the jailor's body by reaching her arms through the bars and unlocked her cell door. Now all she had to do was get her belongings back and continue with her mission...

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Mord Ssin intro

She sat on a cold stone slab of stone which was supposed to serve as her bed. A small table with a stool was against the wall of her tiny cell. A dozen feet up the far stone wall was a barred window with sunlight streaming in. Patches of straw lay strewn about her bed; a half-hearted attempt by the jailor to seem more accomodating rather than just leaving the girl with a stone bed.
She wore nothing but a simple pair of short pants and a loose sleeveless shirt, with straw sandals. It was cold, it was damp, and the only light came from the small dash of sunlight through the high window. And Mord Ssin smirked. Everything was going exactly according to plan.
She had successfully infiltrated Arenian, the powerful capital city of the human nation. Not by sneaking or decieving, but by simply murdering a small patrol of four militiamen. And what was more, she had even been taken to the very prison she'd planned on.
She could have tried to make her own way into the city undetected, but Arenian was famed for its legendary defenses and strict policies regarding strangers to the city. Rather than risk trying to sneak in and being detected and slain, or walking in normally and being suspected of evil intentions (she was, after all, a rathien, and all rathiens on the surface world were Silencers), she'd hatched a plan with a secretive guild based inside Arenian, of all places, which her master had a long history with. With their help, it was simply easier to just get thrown in the dungeons and sprung free rather than enter the city the hard way.
She sighed and rose to her feet, brushing her hands off on her pants. Her skin was so white she practically glowed, and her entire body head to toe was covered in bold red tattoos which shimmered as if enchanted. Unlike other rathien elfkin however, she was not bald; in her years spent on the surface world she had grown out her hair, shoulder-length lockes of midnight-black with silver streaks like lightning. Her eyes were white, indicating blindness – a mistake too many of her slain foes had made.
She walked up to her cell door, a simple construct of tough steel bars. Across the dank corrider was a similar cell. A human was sitting kneeled before his cell door, his limp arms hanging out the bars of his door. He had been staring dimly into space ever since Ssin had arrived the previous day.
It was time. She formed a fist and held it to her chest. Summoning the inherent magic within her body, she felt her fist heat up. Suddenly it burst into flames, and she threw it forward. The flung fireball struck the other prisoner dead in the chest between the bars. He screamed out and threw himself backwards as his cheap prison clothes quickly became engulfed in flames. His screams filled the dungeon and his flailing limbs trashed the dishes and furniture in his cell. Mord Ssin almost cringed when she heard him crunch a hand bone or two on the stone wall.
The guards could take away her physical belongings, but they could not take away her Destruction magic. She stepped back and crossed her arms as the sound of fully armored rushing guards echoed down the hall. The jailor arrived shortly with another guard and they swung the man's cell door open and rushed inside to try to put out the flames. Mord Ssin chuckled to herself and calmly sat back down onto her "bed". Now that the jailhouse was vacated by the guards in their rush to determine what had happened, her "assistants" would be able to go about their business.
Once they had the fire doused and determined that the man was dead, the jailor angrily approached her cell. 'You there! Prisoner! What happened?' It was clear by his accusatory tone that he could guess what she'd done.
With her arms still crossed she merely shrugged and leaned back against the cold grey wall, offering nothing but a small smirk. The jailor scowled and started to unlock her cell. Just then a black arrow flew into the side of his unhelmeted head. Blood sprayed across the floor and his body stood rigid for a moment. His eyes were wide, as though he could still register shock, and then he fell sideways. The second guard exited the other cell and drew his mace. But with no shield, he was no match for the hail of half a dozen arrows at long range. He also fell dead.
Mord Ssin stood up and stretched her limbs before walking up to her cell door. Two men robed in black appeared. They both had longbows in their hands, the weapons sifting and reforming as if made of shadow. And now that Ssin looked, the arrows in the guards' bodies had disappeared as if they'd never been there. 'Your equipment is under the jailor's desk,' the man in front told her. His voice was icy, and if she wasn't a Silencer his voice alone may have sent shivers spiralling down her spine. 'If you leave now you can escape before any other guards realize what has happened here.' His words were slow and deliberate.
'And?' she pressed. 'That wasn't the full plan.'
'Your record has been recovered,' the man smiled. It was an evil thing, devoid of emotion. Ssin noticed how he said "recovered" and not "destroyed". Great. She had slipped up one time and now her criminal record was in the hands of these cultists. She had given them the upper hand on her. 'Once you are gone no guards will know who you are, or that you were ever imprisoned here.'
'Then my infiltration's complete,' she remarked half to herself. She could walk the streets and mingle with the people of Arenian without being wanted for murder. 'On behalf of my master, I thank you for your assistance in getting me this far.' She slightly bowed her head. It was not just idle banter, either; if not for her master's ties with the Brotherhood of Dusk, she would not have the powerful organization backing her on the surface world. Especially in Arenian, which was so fiercesomely protected by the humans and where one wrong step could alert the entire Arenian army to her intentions.
The other speaker likewise tilted his head. 'The Brotherhood is happy to have obliged a Silencer of your skill. And now, if our business is concluded...' The man behind him stepped back and literally seemed to "explode", his body transforming into flying shadows in all directions until completely dissipated. Ssin waited patiently for the speaker to do the same. When they were both gone she took the keys from the jailor's body by reaching her arms through the bars and unlocked her cell door. Now all she had to do was get her belongings back and continue with her mission...