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Word has it that there are some new people wandering about... Strange folk with strange sorcery and the like. Watch yourself friend, this old nose knows trouble when he smells it. Or that might just be the pigs out back.
ATTENTION ALL MERCENARIES.
Those of you with fair skill with blade or sorcery are asked to volunteer to defend Sky City from the local brigands in patrols and raids on Pirate Nests along the coves. There is good money to be made in this. Sign up at the neraest outpost.
~ Captain of the Riders, 3rd Division.
A new series of attacks from the shoreline dragons has begun, residents are advised to stay at home and do not wander the streets! Flaming balls of molten fire have been seen destroying our city.
And to any skilled fighters, we would love your help.
~ Leader of the Riders (( Posted upon request of Teh_Rabbi ))
Flicking back an errant strand of his black hair, he stayed carefully within the dim shade of light cast off by the street lamp above. His blue eyes surveyed the area, yet he remained at ease, waiting, a single slip of paper clutched in his hands.
Having disgarded the cloak for such a mission as this, his first layer of clothing was skin tight black cloth that wrapped all the way from ankle to wrists and the very top of his neck. The second was much looser black clothing that fell to his forearms and to his shins freely, allowing comfortable movement. The last was a long and wide bit of black, edged in a violet blue color strip of cloth that with a single hole for the head to go through, fell to his ankles in front to back and was secured with a simple thin silver sash. What appeared to be lace up combat boots from shin to ankle ended in what was similar to a pair of sandals for quiet movement.
His weapons carefully concealed among his clothing, he appeared perfectly harmless, if only oddly dressed.
Glancing at the paper in his hand, he smiled.
Target: Cratyn D. fa Soren. Expire by: Prayer's Day.
'God loves me, I've been wanting to kill this bastard for quite some time now...' He thought smirking, but the grin faded as he glanced around.
He could have done without the partner but... orders were orders.