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About Gabriel Stone

As Gabriel entered the town, he thought it had to have been built by Varisians or idiots, not that it mattered wither way. while the big city was nothing new to him, the streets always made him claustrophobic. But it's not like he was going to live here forever. he was here for some buisness, nothing else, and he could leave once it was done. he didn't mind the dirty work of bodyguards and mercenaries. it's better then leading squads of Alkentar's shield marshals against Mana wastes Mutants. Or having to clear out Belkzen Orc Tribes. or dealing with creations running amok uncontrolled. needless to say, there were worse way to spend some time. while he did miss the toys he got to play with in Alkenstar, he didn't miss having to take Shrapnel or blades for the guy next to you. the wives used to love him for making sure their husbands came home safe, then felt sorry that he had no one to go home to. he never minded it much though. his parent's were the only ones who had tought him anything, before he enlisted. besides, as he always said, it's better to be in lust than in love, because at least when the lust is over, you can walk away happy. He wasn't sure what this job entailed, but he was always up to add more trophies to his list. He hadn't killed a dragon yet, and always wanted to get that off his bucket. The Pitter-Patter of rain coming down on his Brim and duster all of a sudden told him that he'd need to find the inn soon. the letter he had gotten said "The Red Cowl Inn, Third floor, Room 5." he eventually found his way to the lobby of the inn where a slightly fat varisian sat at the desk. "he looked up at him with a certain disdain in his eyes. "Can i help you or are you here to waste my time?" Gabriel replied "if you want to help me, first stop looking at me like i'm your wife, then give me the key to the 5th room on the third floor. it should be under the name Stone." the varisian snorted, "keep it up devil-lover. there's a reason we don't see many Chelaxians around here." he tossed Gabriel the key, who replied, "Why would we want to have to mingle with inbred Scarzani trash. shouldn't you be leaving to go cut a kid's coin purse about now?" before the clerk could even get his letter opener anywhere near stabing distance, gabriel had his pistol centered in between the clerk's eyes. "Palms up and on the counter. Now." the trembling man complied, and when a man wearing a Black noble outfit question why stone was brandishing a firearm, he asked "Is it you buisnesses standard to hire short tempered clerks that like to stab at people? if you don't want to have to hire a new employee to replace a dead one, i suggest you keep him in line." as stone walked a way, he could hear the clerk and the manager start to bicker. after a while, he got to his room, and heard a creaking noise up behind him, and reached for his pistol. before the clerk could even bring the blade down, Gabriel had pullet the trigger and sent the bullet through his throat and spine. as a maid turned the corner and witnessed what had happend, he told her, "you should get to cleaning this up soon. oh, and if the manager or owner ask about this, tell them that the person in #5 had warned him not to try anything." she ran off screaming as stone locked himself in his room.he heard various people outside his door as he was cleaning his pistol, but none dared to knock, let alone enter. he thought back to the times when he and other shield marshal's had to go through the deserts of the mana wastes, and get to fight the mutants that called it home. thinking about the people he has to see on a daily basis now, he misses the mutants. the next morning he strapped up, and as he threw his coat on outside the door, he saw a not stapled to the door. it read: "go into the dinning room and find the table with roses in a vase at the center of the table. when he entered the room,everyone started looking at him and whispered. nothing new. as he made his way to a table, the man sitting there looked more like a teacher than someone in need of a hired gun. as he sat down the man began, "Mr. Stone, i see your reputation both precedes you and dictates your actions. and it is a bloody one. i am Andre Carlous, your contact to the job with the Dulapont Family." Gabriel replied, "look, let's just be honest here, my real name isn't Gabriel stone, just as i'm sure your's isn't Andre Carlous, but i'm starting to get bored so let's speed things up a bit. no, i'm not stealthy all of the time, but my reputations speaks for itself. i've done a lot worse and a lot dirtier than this, so do you really want to take a chance on souring my mood over a dead varisian thug?" Andre smiled, "you misunderstand, i hired that man to kill you. we are in need of special people, and the fact that you handled that "varisian thug" so quickly and efficiently shows me you are at least a little bit above the cut. now shall we talk coinage?" sending a thug to kill him to make sure he could do the job. sure it was strange, but Gabriel had seen stanger.....