assassination The Assassination of the Trade Princess

[Ryloth 4315]

THE ASSASSINATION OF THE TRADE PRINCESS

10th of the Sun’s Smile, Y25 Second Age

 

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We waited, having tracked the princess down to their humble palace in the Sutican capitol. Early morning light twinkled through the trees in scant sunrays scintillated in a barely-golden glow. Where we sat, the shadows. An inkling of a thought that she were still here in the palace is what we cling to, hopeful she may step outside to bask in the crisp morning air. A man strolled by, a curious fellow who left the palace gates after what was presumed to be a meeting.

 

She followed. The trade princess herself, standing before us. A heartbeat passed and we drew arms from scabbard, and only our footsteps accompanied by jingling armor and equipment were heard before the call.

 

The assassin spoke smoothly, joined by only one fellow black-shirt. “Sa’vi! We need to speak with you, vneaht'a!” 

 

The princess turned, startled -- not a soul was present to bear witness, the man who passed far down the roads and out of eyesight, out of ear-shot. “This is how low you aspectists will dive?”

 

A sly grin coarsed the assassin’s black maw, fangs gnashing behind the dracanium steel of his helm’s visor. “But you can not be found any other time, eh-heh-heh!” A hoarse chuckle rang from his baritone throat. A flourish of his weapon and he stood side-long to the princess, while his comrade posed toe-to-toe.

 

“Well then … shall we do this with honor?” The princess queried, drawing her weapon. “You then?” Her eyes parted from the Kharajyr of the pair and to the assassin before her, and the combat initiated. A strike to her shoulder, devastating and ruthless -- coin was the game, and so he lashed out in most dishonorable of fashions. He was no knight, not here; but a mercenary and hired sword. After a brief exchange of blows, she fled for the palace.

 

“Gate, gate, gate!” The Kharajyr called loudly to his friend, concerned for the likelihood the gates might fall shut. But as quickly as they chased, as quickly did they enter the palace behind her. She reached not the gates, but a dining room door. Swords met, a clash of steel and plate armor ringing through the grand feasting hall. In the ruckus, the princess pushed through their swinging weapons as they slammed to her armor to barge through the door, closing it behind her.

 

“No!” The Kha’ exclaimed, seemingly defeated. But he wasn’t. “Go, outside! She may jump off the roof!” 

 

“At once!” His comrade replied, rushing from the palace to peer outside at the battlements. Once then did the pantera begin to assault the doors. To his surprise, the hinges and locks were weak -- door after door battered from their hinges in his personal siege of the home of the princess. Wood splintered, locks tore, even a solid iron door flew from its frame in his wake. Alas, finally, a single door thunked! and jammed against the stone walls in his attempts to blow them down.

 

But the princess heard the sound, just outside her room. This after all was the final door. Fear swelled in her, and she leapt from the windows. “She’s on me! She’s outside!” His comrade shouted, “Ah, damn!”

 

The Kha’ shouted in return, “Standby!”

 

Kharajyr are quick, and he bounded down the stairs, through the palace halls, over the destroyed doors and out the structure’s gates in what was merely seconds. Enough time for the princess to escape, but she didn’t. She sought the kill, and this was her mistake. As the pantera turned to his comrade beaten down by a barrage of arrow fire and sword, he leapt into the fray.

 

Steel clashed a final time, and he kicked her to the ground. Winded, he panted some before raising his sword -- no time for final words, no time for honorifics. Boomsteel blade slammed through her chest, her final moments seen at the end of the Black Falchion. Before her vision could even fade, he swept her head from her shoulder and all was done.

 

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A letter was left on the headless corpse, presumably from the Silver Council of Haelun’or.

 

"Remember our demands!"

 

 

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[OOC] big thanks to @_Sug for joining me in this operation, and thank you all for being cool about it. This is NOT a PK and I do not in any way encourage a PK. Just another victory sh*t post! Permission was given by the player to post this and has been viewed by GMs.

 

[rukio 8910]

Ratcliffe simply remains locked in the Sutican meeting room. He slept, it seemed, through the entire ordeal where she was murdered. Some confusion was evident upon his face, however, once he heard the news. His thoughts were as follows: Didn't we just speak with her? and Does anyone even use this room? Let me out already! 

[Slorbin 1774]

Edward wonders.

..Who are they demanding..?

 

I mean.. Sutica is gone. Are they demanding the land?

[Reckless Banzai Screamer 11643]

Caliban remembers when he killed a Trade Princess once, then went back to eating his papaya.

[squakhawk 7951]

Just now, Crabs In A Bucket said:

Caliban remembers when he killed a Trade Princess once, then went back to eating his papaya.

With solemn silence did The Herald scratch his chin in thought.

How much more was sutica willing to suffer?
Obviously given their recent fight- none, it would seem.

 

As he pondered the thought, he readjusted the warhammer which sat upon his pauldron.

Still, despite it's modifications, it weighed heavily upon the elf, as did his thoughts.

Killing, even if done in war- surely it was not worth the pitiful demands Sutica had originally made?
Even then - to begin with, were those lives worth it? 
Dwindling was the sunlight and the elf had decided to head home.

[Minuvas 2888]

[!] The High Elf reads the information at his Ministry desk, not missing a beat as he stamps some documents and signs some other. 

 

"Assassinating heads of state? Gruesome, certainly uncouth behavior.....but..." He taps his chin, letting his stamp hang in the air a moment before slamming it down again on a parchment "Effective, I suppose"

 

"I shall reach out to my friends in Sutica, should they wish to find refugee behind tall Imperial walls, and a large and imposing Imperial Army - safety is so hard to find abroad now a days"

 

Goes back to filing the next set of documents, humming away from his hard earned office with a window view. 

[TheCapybara 1803]

“Dammit! Well, time to become a court ska- I mean! Court ‘mage’.” Alyssa would say to her Karin with a semi serious tone while she got ready for the day, brushing her hair, brushing her teeth, and etc. As she was close with finishing the morning routine, she’d toss the notice into the fire place of her room and commented with some japing in her tone, still very serious though. “At least I won’t be in burning people Haense, Norland. Elysium, and then, not acid pit, propaganda filled Haelun’or.” With the last one, the ‘aheral would let out a loud laugh to herself before placing down a soft layer of makeup and perfumes from Providence.

 

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Hello! Edited this OOC Message! Should have had clarified in the response but this is all in my character's home!

And

No one should be able to get in! (Or! It should at least be very hard to get in) Please message me if you want to know why.

 

𝒪𝓇𝓁𝑒𝓈𝒾𝒶𝓃#1539

 

 

[Twinny 1618]

Once again, a red haired elfess makes an over exaggerated "No" face.

[rukio 8910]

1 hour ago, Orlesian said:

“Dammit! Well, time to become a court ska- I mean! Court ‘mage’.” Alyssa would say to her Karin with a semi serious tone while she got ready for the day, brushing her hair, brushing her teeth, and etc. As she was close with finishing the morning routine, she’d toss the notice into the fire place of her room and commented with some japing in her tone, still very serious though. “At least I won’t be in burning people Haense, Norland. Elysium, and then, not acid pit, propaganda filled Haelun’or.” With the last one, the ‘aheral would let out a loud laugh to herself before placing down a soft layer of makeup and perfumes from Providence.

 

"Elysium burns people? News to me." Would state 'The Hanged Man', a ranger of little renown within the duchy of Elysium. They then shrug. "Perhaps you have Elysium mistaken for another city." They'd somehow manage to say to Alyssa, ignoring the Karin. "Wait." A pause. "How did I get in here again..." They'd trail off and swiftly depart the woman's home!