Gabriel, April 13th
The De Lorne Manor on the outskirts of Chaville
Alba Zimmerman’s long blonde hair fluttered behind her as she paced impatiently back and forth. Even in her irritated state the Selene assassin moved with a predator’s deadly grace, her footfalls hardly making a sound on the veranda’s tiled floor. Not for the first time, she glanced back towards the hedged garden; the general burble of the evening’s party seemed to be winding down. The hour was rapidly drawing towards midnight and Alba knew her employer would soon desire to depart.
“Looking for me, deary?”
Alba wheeled mid-step, hidden stilettos falling from her sleeves and into her hands as she turned towards the sound of the male voice. She let the blades fly into the murky darkness underneath the veranda’s roof as she spotted the near invisible form of a man above her. There was a blur as the upside-down man’s hands snapped out and deftly caught both weapons. Alba was already changing positions and reaching for another hidden dagger when she noticed a Cheshire grin split the man’s lips. “Tsk, tsk, such hostility, Alba. Is that really any way to welcome me back?”
There was a tense moment of silence as Alba studied the figure that was still standing impossibly on the ceiling. Alba relaxed ever so slightly as she identified the man. “Taras, you sorcerous snake, how long have you been up there!?”
Taras shrugged with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “A while, I suppose.”
Alba’s voice became a steely whisper, “Enough of your games, wretch. Quit wasting my time and get down here.”
“As you wish, milady,” Taras responded with mock bow which he turned into an aerial somersault as he dropped from the ceiling. Alba stepped back as the man landed with a half twist, his back to her. His outstretched arms were covered in a convoluted collection of tattoos; more tattoos peeked out from underneath the sleeveless tunic he wore and a few spilled up his neck onto the back of his shaved head. Taras cocked his head over his shoulder. “So Lady Fardelys has more work for me?”
“Why else would she request your presence?” Alba continued on before Taras could offer some snide response. “As you are aware, her ladyship possesses a collection of certain artifacts and books that are proscribed to the common citizenry. Recently, she has made several discrete offers to purchase a tome of particular interest from a seller in Deimos but the owner has proven reticent to complete the transaction due to the intrusion of an outside party. The interference has been traced back to the Lord of Trade Conrad Rutger. Her ladyship wishes you to travel to the free trade city and put a permanent
end to his meddling.”
“A Lord of Trade…” His voice sounded eager as he turned around. “Oh, I do hope he has better security than that last fop you sent me after.”
“Her ladyship’s spies inform me that he maintains a reasonably sized household guard plus a handful of Akaryu Company mercenaries as his personal bodyguards. More importantly, there are rumors that Rugter may be associated with the Magus Order and perhaps even possesses considerable ‘talents’ of his own.”
“Magus, you say? Those self-righteous fools don’t have the nerve to use real ‘talent’. Still, this might be enjoyable after all. You may inform her ladyship that I accept this task and that she will have word of this Rutger’s demise inside of a fortnight.”
“I suppose that will have to be acceptable… if that is as quick as you can manage.” Taras’s smirk faltered ever so briefly in response to her barbed remark. Alba turned to leave then held out her hand. “Since we’re done here, I would like my knives back.”
Taras shrugged and casually tossed Alba one of her blades. She quickly stowed the dagger and waited for Taras to return the other.
“Sorry, deary, but I think I will keep this one...” Alba’s stiletto started to smoke as Taras pressed it against his left forearm; a new tattoo began to magically ink itself on the assassin’s skin as the weapon seemingly dissolved. In a moment, the lithe blue outline of a hound was all that remained of Alba’s blade. “...to remember to you by.”
Alba glared at the man but refused to be baited by the insult. Without another word she started walking towards the garden. When she glanced back towards the veranda, Taras, as expected, had disappeared.
========================================================================================TarasMystic- Prowler- Order of Yehudah -Dark- 45 Levels
AP: 3/4Infiltration, Open MovementArtwork Armory:
Taras may be assigned up to 2 Advantage Cards.00 Stealth (Subterfuge, Effect)
Taras becomes Hidden. Upkeep: 000 Boa (Subterfuge, Attack)
+4 Attack / +4 Damage. The Taras may only perform this attack while Hidden or against a Paralyzed target.00 Night Adder (Subterfuge, Ranged Attack)
Distance 12 inches. If Taras performs this ranged attack while Hidden, this attack gains +2 Attack.000 Bungarus (Magic, Attack)
If this attack hits, the target suffers Paralyze Lv. 2. Effect 15; on a Critical Hit use Effect 17 instead.
<Advantage Card>Envenomed Weapon
Type: Equipment Category: Prowler Actions: Automatic Level: +5
All successful basic and Subterfuge attacks by the character that possesses this card cause Poison Lv. 2. Effect 13. If an attack would already cause Poison, increase its Effect
by one instead.
Name: Taras Savin
Place of birth: Dwanholf
Combat style: Magic and Kirion assassination training
Ethnic Background: Asher
Likes: The fear in his victim’s eyes
Dislikes: Wasting his skills on nulls
Trained at great expense at the Kirion Monastery, Taras is one of the Order of Yehudah’s most deadly and devoted assassins. He combines a myriad of assassination techniques and magical abilities with a lethal efficiency. Reporting only to the will of the members of the First Circle, Taras is regularly dispatched to eliminate the most troublesome of Yehudah’s enemies, including disloyal agents. Recently Taras has found his services on loan to the Lady Alystaire Fardelys; he suspects this arrangement is a ruse to place him in a position to strike when the woman’s goals no longer align with the Order of Yehudah’s objectives.
Notes: Started working on this guy a long time ago after being inspired by some of the Free Access Magic from the Anima RPG rulebook; in particular "Merge with Body" got my imagination running with the idea of an assassin who could walk into a room seemingly unarmed when in truth he could be carrying enough weapons to equip a small army. Eventually he evolved into an assassin for Yehudah where he works as an contrast to the available summoner types but also as a character that could utilize an extra advantage card made by available by but not to a summon.