Caterine's voice is harder as she replies "Fifty... for the first to 'accidentally' kill one."
The deep resonating laugh from Kabal was both genuine and a touch foreboding.
Culling the weak is an accepted practice here right? I might fit in just fine. Time to show our mettle then.
The brute in the guise of a drow strode boldly to where Gadak had indicated. He was catching on to how things worked and waited to let the women speak for him as much as it went against his grain.
"Just don't show it all off, always make it look like a challenge. We want to be underestimated where possible" Winter grins.
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The black rows of silent fighters are observed by a tall female wearing a spiked blacked platemail. In her hand she weighs a short white ivory staff crowned with a demon head made of black onyx.
As you approach her, the Lady of Blades, she arches an eyebrow brushes her white hip-long hair behind one ear
What?
Without bowing and without any sign of deference Katerin brusquely replies "We are to be guards. Gadak said you would know where to use us."
Bree stands beside and slightly behind Cat, her arms crossed beneath her breasts as is such a common stance for her. She says nothing, just stands their stoically fantasizing about killing each and every drow in the room until one of them tells her where her brother is while she waits for the Lady of Blades to tell them what to do.
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Kabal was once again content to let the females speak for him and not just because he was preoccupied with fantasies involving this Lady of the Blade's face and her strange staff coming together violently. His now too thin jaw bunched as he spread his feet to shoulder width and waited to see how this played out.
Likewise, Winter plays his part as the henchling flunkie.
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Looking to Kabal and Winter as his role models, Sebastian strikes a similar pose, shifting his feet about till he was satisfied that his posture appeared warrior-like.
There is a second of surprise in the Lady's eyes, but then she lashes out with the staff to hit Cat's cheek
The row of soldiers stop their routine instantly and await the outcome of the violent outburst.
Caterine does not flinch away from the strike, seeing a chance to teach a more telling lesson about their resolve. She lets the staff break across her cheek, flattening her now ebon skin against teeth and no doubt causing freshly spilt blood to seep and drip unto the stone. Throughout she keeps her face neutral and dispassionate, her eyes only leaving the Lady's for a few moments with the force of her strike.
Spitting blood to the side, Caterine cocks her head slightly askance and raises a single challenging and querying eyebrow.
Bree tightens her grip on her daggers but otherwise remains still and quiet.
...yep...I knew that woman could take a hit...gods help the man that settles down with her...
Kabal hadnt even flinched when the drow struck Cat and he was hoping the whip wielder would strike back and prompt an all out fight but figured that might now go as well as he'd want.
There is some silent snickering from the line of drow soldiers...but only very few dare to express their malevolence...some even look rather impressed, as does the Lady of the Blades, who nods slowly
At least you're made of the right material...how would you rate youselves soldiers? Recruits? Menn at arms? Officers?
Turning slightly to take in all those who walk with her Katerin replies "We are a scalpel... precise, sharp and best wielded with skill."
Argh i so much hate mobile devices...typo madness all over
Mhm...a nice description...I like that image...I'll have a task for you to do...you got all the equipment you need for a bit of potholing? she arches an eyebrow, sneers...and says more to herself You really look like soldier material...I will keep an eye on you...
"We have just returned from the surface. We have only what you see here and the odd trinket in our quarters."
Katerin merely inclines her head in a nod of affirmation.
Kabal just couldnt hold his tongue any longer. His own ignorance of the drow subtleties and his ever growing impatience at being idle brought forth a very common outburst.
Just what in the Nine Hells is potholing? We damn sure aint here to be fixing blasted street cobbles. We've got sharp steel, wicked spells and gods fearing grit. Anywhere you point us that doesnt involve killing something is just a bloody waste of time and talent.
The warrior punctuated his venting with a snear and a cracking of his knuckles.
Winter casts his eyes to Caterine, his body slowly aligning towards the Lady of the Blades, his hand drifting towards his pommel.
Caterine doesn't speak, looking to the Lady of Blades with neutral expression... and gives no indication that she would take umbrage if discipline was enacted.
Kabal's outburst causes a quite surprising reaction, while the Lady shows no sign of action, half a dozen warriors rush out of the line and barrel into Kabal, given him no choice other than to go down under their kicks and punches behind them others group up ready to join the fight should the insubordinate warrior offer any resistance.
Bree clenches her teeth and casually glances back at Winter for guidance.
As the warriors charge towards Kabal, Katerin reacts to impose herself between them and him. Her whip falls uncoiled beside her and she shows every intent that harm would come to any mere warrior who looks to strike out. It was one thing for the Lady of Blades to discipline him... but Katerin would be damned if any of the rank and file would seek to gain ascendancy over them.
The resounding fact that none of the drow had drawn steel spoke volumes to the man and it wasn't the first time his brash mouth had gotten him into trouble and it wasnt the first time he'd been jumped in to a group of cut throats. The mercs him and Corvax had signed on with had a eerily similar tradition and he remembered fondly how his old friend had laughed through the whole thing. Kabal would not be laughing but neither did he resist. Despite feeling frail in the scrawny body of the dead drow he knew he could take a beating like this... and I vow to kill each and every one of these cowards... when the time is right... So he tried to protect his ribs and his groin and gritted his teeth while he got pummeled.
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Bree likewise places herself between Kabal and the warriors charging, blades drawn. She is shocked to hear herself hissing out a threat with such heartfelt vehemence, "He is mine!"
Winter maintains his calm cool air and also moves forward to flank off Caterine, staring at the drow moving towards Caterine emotionlessly - though clear he is ready to commit violence to protect his Lady.
As Cat and Bree step in the way of the charging soldiers, the Lady clicks her tongue and the attackers freeze in mid-motion
You want to carry out the punishment of your inferiors yourself? Well, go ahead, but don't fail to amuse me.
Caterine inwardly blanches, knowing that what she was about to do was unavoidable... but she was not looking forward to it. Spinning on a dime, the cracker of her whip is sent to fly to break across Kabal's ebon face and eyes. As his hands to upward to guard his face... so too does the point of Caterine's boot, driven upwards and towards that most tender and painful that dangles between the legs. She twists her toe at the last second so that much of the power is spent upon thigh and not groin... but Kabal would still sense it as an explosion of acute pain.
Bree slides her daggers back into their sheaths and turns to watch as Cat disciplines Kabal. A stoic look on her face masks her inner turmoil. When Cat is finished, Bree steps in and backhands Kabal across his freshly whipped face before punching him in the stomach. She then leans in close to his ear and whispers, "Keep your bloody mouth closed!"
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Winter grins and breaks character for a chuckle. The average onlooker might take it as enjoying the beating, but those in the know might see it as a bit of pride that his friends are bonding.
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Bree's claim of ownership would've normally shocked the man but the typically dense Kabal quickly dismissed it as part of the play at being drow... damn women is probably enjoying this... His thought was confirmed when Cat lashed her deadly whip at his face... yah that one especially... and he grunted and sucked wind when her foot landed right where it counted most. A murderous growl was stifled at Bree's beating and hissed warning... oh aint this just rich... I'd bet theyre enjoying this to no end... turn about will be fair play...
As Kabal groans on the floor with hands covering that which is most treasured, Caterine sets her whip to dance and play about his head. The cracker snaking in near to his head but never directly touching. She simply asks "Is that enough... or would you like to play some more?"
The Lady puts her hand on yours and forces the whip down
Enough, it's already annoying me how feeble this male is...he is natural cannon fodder, not the stuff true warriors are made of...but what male is made of such stuff anyway. she sighs and turns back to the row of training recruits.
Quickly they take their initial positions and continue their routines - once that is organised again, she turns her attention back to you
Well, you look like you deserve a real test, not just a bit of spelunking...how stealthy can you lot be? Assassination it will be.
A slight smile curves the corners of Bree's drow mouth. "Where shall we begin?"
Caterine languidly coils her whip, turning away from Kabal and nodding to the Lady's words. "We will find a means."
Thankful that the lashings had stopped Kabal fought the urge to snear at the Lady of Blade's judgement of his abilities... they'll see soon enough just how much of a true warrior I am... and rose to his feet. The mention of test had his attention and he'd learned enough in the last few minutes to keep his mouth shut and just listen.
The lady, weighing her staff in her hands, walks some steps with you, away from the training warriors.
There is going to be a meeting in the city proper...at the mansion of a merchant, a certain Verazzor Zarazzin. He'll meet up with two negotiators of other houses and we want both of them dead, so that both of them either think their agents have killed each other or were both killed by Verazzor. The meeting is going to be in...yeah, 6 hours.
"What else can you tell us of the men and the location? How many guards are they expected to have?"
Kabal nodded at the questions Bree asked. He had thought of the same things but figured it was probably best if he didn't speak up for a while.
You already know everything that is important for you...or, in other words: The gathering of information is aswell part of an assassin's task, so stop molesting me.
she smiles wickedly and with swaying hips walks down the line of training warriors.