"Hero, HA!" Desicar stops struggling, knowing his match when met. "And why should I abandon my Masters for some man who..." Desicar erupts in a coughing fit again. Choking it back down he continues, "If I do this, I wish one thing, this terrible chill and sweating to leave my body, along with this cough. I have abandoned my masters of old and am now in the service of a new one." Desicar lifts his sword and slides his hand down the sharp blade, his blood dripping down the blade. "My remnant of a soul belongs to you, for I do not believe I shall return home, that is certain death seeing how I have taken up arms of another lord, against my will I may add." Desicar chokes down his cough this time, his pale skin continues to sweat though/
Lycans? Why is he so fearful of a bunch of animals? Cereth wondered to himself, drawing his crossbow. Cereth should have asked more questions before accepting.
Hiding in the tent, Cereth readied himself to fire his crossbow from the safety of concealment, at least until melee combat becomes inevitable.
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Cereth will hide quietly, opening a slot just large enough to see slightly out of, and fire his "Hand Crossbow" from his hidden location. What rolls do you need from me, Kage?
Edit note: Cereth isn't shooting at anything yet, he just is getting in position to fire once combat is engaged, attempting to remain hidden until he absolutely can't anymore.
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Cereth heard the voice within his mind, blinking in confusion. What exactly was on that paper? Why was there a bloodthirsty voice in his head. Give up his body for power? Cereth wasn't sure if he'd get it back.
"If I obey you, I want your personal garauntee I will regain my body when you are finished and that I will live this day through." The Assassin thought within his mind, still readying himself for the combat.