Jexdane

Silence. For once, the hustle and bustle of Arethor has quieted down to become a whisper in the wind. Any new visitor to to the city would likely think it abandoned, with the shutters down and the doors closed, but the wise know differently, for on that night, the people of Oren were celebrating their God. Walking into the city with his apprentice and a man with a pumpkin head, Cael'Que shudders, pulling his robes tighter around his body. Looking up from under his hood, he spots the church tower in the distance, a grim smile crossing his face as he walks forward with renewed determination. Nearing the steps, he motions for his friends to walk in ahead of him, and as soon as they have taken their seats, he steps forward through the doors, flinching as the light of the candles washes under his hood. How ironic, that the building which Oren finds so holy, would be so chilling to another. Walking up to the pew, Cael quietly bows, then stands up, raising his hand to call attention to himself. "Father, I wish to learn more about this new religion of yours, but I am merely an elf, banished from my homeland. Will you take me in?" Looking up, the priest nods, and calls out to Cael. "Please, tell us your name, elf." Sighing, Cael lowers his hood closer over his eyes and comes up with a simple alias. "Aeran. Aeran of the Wood Elves." The priest addresses him by his name and motions for him to take a seat, which he does graciously, keeping up his painful act. As the ceremony drones on, Cael begins to quietly move up a pew, making sure not to cause a commotion, and sits down beside his apprentice, whispering in her ear. "Quickly. When the mass ends, go out to the park and prepare your bow and arrows", he whispers, leaning in closely. "When the time seems right, shoot through the small hole at the base, and I cannot stress this enough. Do not miss." With a bow, the apprentice slides across the pew, and as soon as the mass is over she leaves out the front, walking towards the park. While she is doing this, Cael sighs and walks up to the alter, gesturing for his friend with a pumpkin head to follow him. Approaching Boiendl, he kneels, and holds out a hand. "Excuse me..", he says softly, keeping his head lowered out of respect. "I was told that you performed...blessings here? You see..there is this girl, and.." Struggling, Cael beckons Boiendl closer to him, lining him up perfectly with the window. Whispering, he begins... "...she is a High Elf, and I am but a lowly Wood Elf. Perhaps, with your blessing, I could court her?" Boiendl chuckles and motions for Cael to lower his head. At that exact moment, and arrow flies through the window and strike Boiendl in the leg, causing him to begin hopping up and down painfully. Using this to his advantage, Cael quickly trips the old man and holds a knife against his throat, grinning. "W-why?" Boiendl chokes out, blood seeping out of his leg. "W-why have you d-done this?" With a chuckle, Cael kneels over the body and quickly shoves the knife into Boiendl's neck, grinning as the blood sprays out onto his hand. "For Oren...", he whispers, entertained by the mans horrified look. Then, with a twist of the knife, he severs the head from the neck. Standing up, Cael motions for the man with a pumpkin head to run, and quickly ties the decapitated head to his belt, hiding it under his robes. Ignoring the shocked look of those still in the church, he quickly walks to the front gate of Arethor, and boards a carriage he had hired ahead of time to whisk them away. "Get us out of here!" He yells, smacking the carriage boy. "Now!" [TL;DR] [[boiendl Silverblade was assassinated this evening after the mass in Arethor, and he will not be playing that character for a few days, due to the injuries suffered. I do have screenshots, but I didn't post them here, because they clutter a good rp post.]]

By the time the 3.0 map comes out, given Natives ballpark of December or January, we will actually have been in Asulon much longer than Aegis, so there really is no reason to say that it's too soon. Also...oh wait, what..*gets crushed by Occultus*

Cael'Que sits down in his study and sighs, taking out parchment, an ink well, and a quill. Dipping the quill in the ink, he writes... "At some point, questions regarding the corruption in Oren will rise, and you will need proof that you can give your armies. Though I cannot provide you with these things, I highly recommend you investigate the connection between Lord Godfrey and the Finley Slaving Company. There is a reason why slavery is not illegal in Oren." ~ Anonymous Benefactor Staring at the parchment, Cael quietly rolls it up and attaches it to the leg of a small bird. Throwing it out the window, he leans against the wall as he watches it fly towards Aegis Keep.

Cael sighs as he shoves his way through the throng of people to get to the notice, face obscured by a large hood.. Staring at the flyer, he lets out a small chuckle before tearing it down and shoving it in his back pocket. Walking away, he laughs long and quietly, listening to the seeds of chaos being planted around him. [[He's not getting involved..I mean, he might, at some point, if the cause actually gains some movement, but at the moment he's just laughing at the funny humans. I posted this so that Cael could have a copy of the flyer in character, in case the knowledge of this becomes somewhat useful.]]

Water Buffalo? Did I hear somebody say Water Buffalo? I think I did.... *begins singing*

Gah, I hated when that happened...my mother and father kept talking about all the christian things in the movies, completely ruining them for me. Not to mention, reading the books is like reading the bible...

Psh, I totally thought it was going to be a..goat man. Erm, what are they called again? Centaur...no, too horsey...erm, ah...guh..FAUN!! That's right. I was totally convinced that it was the Faun that escaped from Relgards closet to Narnia... Gaius...are you creating Narnia...*stares at him curiously*

[i...I'm not gonna cry, I'm not gonna cry...*walks away and starts crying in the corner*..WHY RILEY, WHY!]

So help me, DB better mean database, because if people start SS'ing into my torture chambers...