Post by Kender Bard on Jun 14, 2008 16:44:09 GMT -5
The healer looked mildly confused at that; hadn't she doctored the poor man? But perhaps this friend of his knew of other ailments she had not discovered. She disappeared to the other half of her house, the sick room, and sought out the man in question. "Sir, are you awake?"
"Lee?" He frowned. Hadn't seen hide nor hair of Lee for months now, but he was one of the few guilders he might still trust. Valin strained to shift himself into a sitting position, and palmed the tiny dagger hidden in his belt. "Send him in," he nodded.
Post by Kender Bard on Jun 17, 2008 18:37:29 GMT -5
The healer brushed back a bit of hair, nodding, and worried on the strain of her patient. She came back to the front of her home and remarked, "He'll see you now, sir, but please make your visit brief. He's still not well."
"Oh, don't worry," Kaiose answered with a smirk. "This shouldn't take long."
Good, they're giving us privacy. Makes this a bit easier to pull off. As he went through the doorway, he reached to the pocket where his blades were hidden, pulling one and hiding it in his sleeve. Glancing around, he saw there were several cots, all with curtains draped around them for privacy. Moving silently, he peeked in on each of them, drawing back quickly when he saw Valin was alert and sitting up. Once he was satisfied that both of the other patients were unconscious, he stepped back in front of Valin's cot.
Valin tensed. He couldn't tell from the silhouette who it was, and he had no intention of being caught off guard. "Hello?" he called, his voice a little raspy. His throat had been dry ever since he'd caught this . . . whatever it was back before leaving Talen'sul.
"Hello," Kaiose purred as he pulled the curtain open to reveal himself, "traitor."
Recognition struck, and the dagger left Valin's hand in a flash. Kaiose, expecting such a reaction, caught it in the center of his upraised palm. The killer didn't so much as wince as the tiny blade buried itself in his hand, but leapt forward and pressed his other hand against Valin's throat, gripping firmly to prevent him from crying out.
"Not bad for someone who's already half dead," Kaiose cooed in a deep, silky voice. "That poison's been eatin' away at you, hasn't it? Didn't expect you to make it even this far, apparently the dose wasn't quite enough." Valin's eyes bugged out. He had been poisoned! He'd suspected it, especially when the healer had been unable to cure his illness, but he didn't know of any poison that had these effects.
Kaiose grinned and turned to lick at the blood dripping from his punctured hand. "Well, fortunately, I know just the right dosage of steel to finish you off." Biting down on the dagger's hilt, he yanked it sharply out of his hand and tossed it aside, then tilted his arm down to let his own weapon slide out of his sleeve and into his wounded palm.
The Beast grinned maliciously as he held the sharp, hooked blade up in front of Valin's face, savoring the look of terror in his victim's eyes. "Now I'd love to really drag this out, but the kind healer made me promise to keep my visit short. Lucky you." He placed the tip lightly against the side of Valin's neck, just below his other hand, and gave a sharp jerk.
Blood sprayed across the cot and onto the curtain. Valin's body convulsed a few times, then his eyes rolled back in their sockets. Kaiose sighed happily, then straightened up and pulled out a handkerchief, quickly wiping the blood from his blade and his hands, then using his teeth to tie it as a bandage around his injured hand. Damn, I enjoyed that too much. Plenty of ways to kill him which would'nt've left so much mess. But if I play this right, maybe I can still get away.
Twisting his face into an angry scowl, Kaiose stormed from the room, right past the healer and Helen. He acted as if he didn't see them, though he was paying close attention to them in his peripheral vision. "Force-damned ingrate!" he snarled as he headed for the front door. "See if I help him again!"
Kaiose sighed to himself at the sound of the healer's scream. That was it, then. For a split-second he thought about turning to throw something sharp and pointy at Helen, but decided simply getting away from her and her Force-damned aura was more important. He broke into a sprint, heading for the edge of the village as fast as his feet would take him.
Post by Kender Bard on Jun 19, 2008 17:17:54 GMT -5
Helen's eyes widened; for a moment she had been merely confused, but Kaiose's mad dash seemed to cinch her doubts and she took off after him. She wasn't too far behind but she could see she was losing ground fast. Taking a deep breath, she unleashed her aura and focused it as much on Kaiose as possible. "Stop!" she shouted at him.
The assassin stumbled as he felt that which he'd been dreading. Closing his eyes, he focused his mind as he had been trained, and allowed himself a small smile of satisfaction as he felt the effects of the aura slip away, repelled by his will. But he stopped anyway, taking pleasure in the opportunity to toy with her. "Yes, Mistress," he answered out loud, and crouched as if in obeisance. Spinning about, he drew several small throwing knives from his pockets and flung them at Helen.
He didn't bother to watch the effects of his counterattack, but turned and began running once again for the edge of town. One Clear, he could get away from pretty easily. If she got her friends to help, though, he was in deep trouble. Once he got away from this village, he'd have to thank his superior for teaching him those mental techniques. And also curse him for assigning this job in the first place. Even getting to slit Valin's throat wasn't worth being turned into some Clear's lapcat.
Post by Kender Bard on Jun 21, 2008 4:22:11 GMT -5
Helen felt bad when she saw Kaiose stop. She hated to use her powers; it went against everything she believed. But as the mayor of Atyar, some things had to be done in the name of duty.
She hadn't taken more than two steps when she saw the sudden flash of movement. It surprised her; she stood stock still, and had no real chance of avoiding the knives that Kaiose threw. Their flight was true; Two sank into her chest and one lodged in her throat. She tried to scream but all that came out was a horrible gurgling sound as she sank to her knees, and then to her chest; agony assailing her as her body forced the offending projectiles deeper into her body.
And all she could think of was, "Who will take care of my brother?"
The lights in her eyes died out. The mayor of Atyar was dead.