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<blockquote data-quote="Mortonia" data-source="post: 3804117" data-attributes="member: 48747"><p>She flitted through the crowd in a gown of velvet that clung to her curves like a burgundy skin. Her face was alive with mirth as she moved through the party-goers, but none of it touched her eyes. Not that any of them noticed - the sycophants and the pretty robed popinjays that clung to the last vestiges of a dying family.</p><p></p><p>She laughed merrily at a joke as she briefly leaned on the arm of a tall, handsome man, steel gray hair and deep blue eyes adorning a rugged face. She accepted his invitation to visit him later with barely a nod, and made her way again through the lords and ladies all paying their respects to the Baron Rousseau. Many of those gathered in the room had tied their family's fortunes to his; they would be heartily disappointed come morning, but there was no lack of would-be nobility in the city of Greyhawk.</p><p></p><p>She finally found the Baron himself, along with his new wife standing in the middle of dance floor speaking with several ministers. He had been a handsome man once, but war in the Pomarjj had taken it's toll on him. Still, he had presence, and her employers felt he could be a problem; a problem best solved discreetly and with as little mess as possible. She wound her way through the throng gathering close to the Baron, if only so they could tell their friends that they had overheard the Baron and his lady speaking on some subject. Courtiers were the same, no matter what court they were members of. As she passed by the Baron and his new wife, she reached out, her mind searching, scrambling through the tsunami of consciousness that washed over her, until she finally found the two she wanted. She focused, concentrated, and felt them snap as she made her way towards the door, her ebony hair ruffled by the wind as she opened it to step outside.</p><p></p><p>The door was closing when the screams began, and Allesandra D'Angelie was all but forgotten by the horrified people inside, as the Baron and his wife lay dead on the floor. <em>Perhaps I will accept the grand-duke's offer of a toss</em>, she mused to herself. He was, after all, well connected, and not a bad looking man to boot. Playing the courtesan for him could lead to some interesting opportunities later.</p><p></p><p>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</p><p></p><p>The bald man ghosted through the cool, dimly lit hall, a trouble expression on his otherwise unremarkable face. He entered the council chamber, paused for recognition from the chamberlain, and then approached the dais where the seven elders sat, conversing among themselves.</p><p></p><p>"Ah, Lurien!" the oldest of the seven said, though only those that knew them would have known he was the eldest. His face held a timeless quality that seemed to defy quantifying with a mere number of years.</p><p></p><p>"Hail, Elder Acel," Lurien replied gravely. The Elder rose from his companions, and went from the dais to speak with his messenger, placing a gentle hand on the younger man's shoulder and guiding him away from the rest of the council.</p><p></p><p>"Were you able to find her?" Acel inquired, his voice low.</p><p>"I was," he said, but his voice held a tone of misgiving.</p><p>"Is there some problem, Lurien?" Acel asked, sensing the other's distress, but not understanding the cause. "Is she not what I suspected?"</p><p>"She is..." the younger man paused, not knowing how to continue, not wishing to offend the Elder, but unable to completely mask his distaste. "She uses her abilities ... she is a common assassin, Elder."</p><p></p><p>Acel looked at Lurien in surprise, his brown eyes narrowing thoughtfully as he considered those words. "You saw this?" When the other man merely nodded, Acel said, simply, "Show me."</p><p></p><p>The two stood, face to face, staring at one another for nearly twenty minutes before either of them spoke. When he finally closed his eyes and blinked, Acel asked, "You are sure it was her?"</p><p></p><p>The other said nothing. The memory was now as fresh for Acel as it was for him, and there was no need to reply.</p><p></p><p>"Bring her to me," was all the Elder said. Lurien sighed faintly, but nodded. "As you will, Elder Acel."</p><p></p><p>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</p><p></p><p>Allesandra dashed through the dark, her rain-wet hair a sodden mess streaming down her back as she ran. She could hear the guards behind her, calling to one another in the dark. <em>Damn them all</em>, she thought furiously. <em>He was supposed to be ALONE</em>. Everything has been going fine until his mistress had entered the room, seen her standing on the window ledge, and began screaming as the blood had begun to flow from the man lying on the bed. A thought had cut the screams off as suddenly as they had begun, but not before the guards had been roused. Two of the guards had seen her. She was sure one of them wouldn't remember - would not, in fact remember anything more complicated than his name for the rest of his life, but the other...the other had shown surprising strength of mind, and she had not had the time to be sure of him.</p><p></p><p>She ducked into an alley between two buildings and skidded to a halt. A man was standing there. A bald man with a face that seemed familiar, and yet did not. The sort of face you would forget in a moment. He held out a hand, and his words rang in the vaults of her mind.</p><p></p><p><em>Come with me. Someone wants to meet you. To offer you a new life.</em></p><p></p><p>She didn't even have to think. She took his hand, and the vanished as the fruitless search consumed the night she had left behind.</p><p></p><p>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</p><p></p><p>Four years later, Mortonia nee Allesandra D'Angelie, stood on a hilltop overlooking the City of Greyhawk nestled in the bends of the Selintane river below. She had been gone a while, and the Elders had worked to insure that anyone who might remember her previous life no longer remembered her.</p><p></p><p>She sighed, looking at the silver cuffs that now wrapped her wrists. They had been her choice, a reminder of promises made - promises that must be kept. The Council wanted eyes on the streets of Greyhawk, and as a local, they felt her the best person for the job. She shook her head silently, and took the first step of her journey, heading resolutely down the hill.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Mortonia, post: 3804117, member: 48747"] She flitted through the crowd in a gown of velvet that clung to her curves like a burgundy skin. Her face was alive with mirth as she moved through the party-goers, but none of it touched her eyes. Not that any of them noticed - the sycophants and the pretty robed popinjays that clung to the last vestiges of a dying family. She laughed merrily at a joke as she briefly leaned on the arm of a tall, handsome man, steel gray hair and deep blue eyes adorning a rugged face. She accepted his invitation to visit him later with barely a nod, and made her way again through the lords and ladies all paying their respects to the Baron Rousseau. Many of those gathered in the room had tied their family's fortunes to his; they would be heartily disappointed come morning, but there was no lack of would-be nobility in the city of Greyhawk. She finally found the Baron himself, along with his new wife standing in the middle of dance floor speaking with several ministers. He had been a handsome man once, but war in the Pomarjj had taken it's toll on him. Still, he had presence, and her employers felt he could be a problem; a problem best solved discreetly and with as little mess as possible. She wound her way through the throng gathering close to the Baron, if only so they could tell their friends that they had overheard the Baron and his lady speaking on some subject. Courtiers were the same, no matter what court they were members of. As she passed by the Baron and his new wife, she reached out, her mind searching, scrambling through the tsunami of consciousness that washed over her, until she finally found the two she wanted. She focused, concentrated, and felt them snap as she made her way towards the door, her ebony hair ruffled by the wind as she opened it to step outside. The door was closing when the screams began, and Allesandra D'Angelie was all but forgotten by the horrified people inside, as the Baron and his wife lay dead on the floor. [I]Perhaps I will accept the grand-duke's offer of a toss[/I], she mused to herself. He was, after all, well connected, and not a bad looking man to boot. Playing the courtesan for him could lead to some interesting opportunities later. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The bald man ghosted through the cool, dimly lit hall, a trouble expression on his otherwise unremarkable face. He entered the council chamber, paused for recognition from the chamberlain, and then approached the dais where the seven elders sat, conversing among themselves. "Ah, Lurien!" the oldest of the seven said, though only those that knew them would have known he was the eldest. His face held a timeless quality that seemed to defy quantifying with a mere number of years. "Hail, Elder Acel," Lurien replied gravely. The Elder rose from his companions, and went from the dais to speak with his messenger, placing a gentle hand on the younger man's shoulder and guiding him away from the rest of the council. "Were you able to find her?" Acel inquired, his voice low. "I was," he said, but his voice held a tone of misgiving. "Is there some problem, Lurien?" Acel asked, sensing the other's distress, but not understanding the cause. "Is she not what I suspected?" "She is..." the younger man paused, not knowing how to continue, not wishing to offend the Elder, but unable to completely mask his distaste. "She uses her abilities ... she is a common assassin, Elder." Acel looked at Lurien in surprise, his brown eyes narrowing thoughtfully as he considered those words. "You saw this?" When the other man merely nodded, Acel said, simply, "Show me." The two stood, face to face, staring at one another for nearly twenty minutes before either of them spoke. When he finally closed his eyes and blinked, Acel asked, "You are sure it was her?" The other said nothing. The memory was now as fresh for Acel as it was for him, and there was no need to reply. "Bring her to me," was all the Elder said. Lurien sighed faintly, but nodded. "As you will, Elder Acel." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Allesandra dashed through the dark, her rain-wet hair a sodden mess streaming down her back as she ran. She could hear the guards behind her, calling to one another in the dark. [I]Damn them all[/I], she thought furiously. [I]He was supposed to be ALONE[/I]. Everything has been going fine until his mistress had entered the room, seen her standing on the window ledge, and began screaming as the blood had begun to flow from the man lying on the bed. A thought had cut the screams off as suddenly as they had begun, but not before the guards had been roused. Two of the guards had seen her. She was sure one of them wouldn't remember - would not, in fact remember anything more complicated than his name for the rest of his life, but the other...the other had shown surprising strength of mind, and she had not had the time to be sure of him. She ducked into an alley between two buildings and skidded to a halt. A man was standing there. A bald man with a face that seemed familiar, and yet did not. The sort of face you would forget in a moment. He held out a hand, and his words rang in the vaults of her mind. [I]Come with me. Someone wants to meet you. To offer you a new life.[/I] She didn't even have to think. She took his hand, and the vanished as the fruitless search consumed the night she had left behind. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Four years later, Mortonia nee Allesandra D'Angelie, stood on a hilltop overlooking the City of Greyhawk nestled in the bends of the Selintane river below. She had been gone a while, and the Elders had worked to insure that anyone who might remember her previous life no longer remembered her. She sighed, looking at the silver cuffs that now wrapped her wrists. They had been her choice, a reminder of promises made - promises that must be kept. The Council wanted eyes on the streets of Greyhawk, and as a local, they felt her the best person for the job. She shook her head silently, and took the first step of her journey, heading resolutely down the hill. [/QUOTE]
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