The Assassin Brotherhood

So, I guess we can start writing, but well allow people to still join if they want to.

So, Heres a picture of my weapons:
My sword http://www.ourlittleshop.com/lotr/Hadhafang.jpg
Short Sword http://www.noblecollection.com/images/p ... N4760P.jpg
Knives http://www.council-of-elrond.com/castdb ... golas8.jpg

and yeah, im a LotR freak so yeah.


I watched the General feed his lies to the public from the top of the bell tower. He paced around on his stage, unaware that his life was about to be over. I sighed and tightened the straps on my sword and my knives. No mistakes now.

I checked the sun. It was s=almost directly ahead, almost time.

I waited for a minute and then the nell tolled. I used the sound to cover any noise that may have been created when I fell into the courtyard. I looked around to make sure no one noticed before moving on. I had only five minutes, so this had to be fast. I pushed through the crowd, willing him not to see me. Fifteen feet. Ten feet. Then his eyes strayed over me, and then came back. They went wide in shock, and I grinned. It was far too late for him to save himself.

I pulled the crossbow off my back and shot the guard to the left of the stairs. The right guard drew his sword and swung, but I ducked under it and slammed the bow into the back of his legs. I took the steps two at a time and then used the last one as leverage. The knife hidden up my sleeve slipped out and landed squarely in my hand.

Even from the air the strike was perfect. the blade went through the soft spot beneath the throat, pushing up into the brain.

I've always seen that in death you learn more about a person than you ever do in life. I could tell that the general was not a believer. For him, there was nothing after this.

In the silence around me I closed his eyes and whispered, "May the Night Angels watch over you in your eternal sleep."

And then I was gone. I used an overturned cart to get on the roofs. The guards swarmed through the streets around me, and all I could do was grin. Did they really think they would catch me?

Within minutes I was alone on the other end of the city. I walked through the streets freely, the guards still thought I was in the market district. I stepped into the smithy and rang the bell. A large man in a brown apron came out of a back room, "Ah, Altair, what can I do for you?"

"Steven said you had a package for me?"

"Right." He reached under the counter and pulled out a letter, "It's your next assignment."

"Right. Thanks Roger."

"No problem. Oh, hows the new blade holding up?"

"Its still sharp after three months."

"Glad its working."

I walked out of the shop saying, "I'll see you around."

I want to join! I will edit this post with a bio in a bit...

Name: Korah Kerthander

Age: 27

Gender: Male

Rank: Knight Mage

Personality: Korah is a generally good natured guy and easy going guy, even on his jobs. He can however be very serious when the time arrives, and he will do what is needed when the time comes. He is big at following the rules, especially about protecting the innocent and all. Always looking for a friend, even in this acursed job, he is able to remain right light hearted despite everything he has been through.

Appearance: http://ramy.deviantart.com/art/White-Angel-71148639 - without the wings though, and he wears the normal assassins clothing.

History: Korah is one of the only, if not the only actual mage in the Brotherhood. He was discovered at a young age by Kyra and was taken in by her. His parents had sold him as a slave to make some money since they were poor, and Kyra, recognizing the gift was very strong in the child, brought him to the Brotherhood. He has since then risen in the ranks to by a Knight, or a Knight Mage to be more exact. He is able to use magic more then anyone else in the guild and does not get tired as easily by it as the others, though there are limits to his power of course. He is often someone who is sent to support other Assassins, especially in hard missions. His magic allows him to be a great asset as a support player, though he is easily able to do jobs on his own and has completed thousands...

Strengths: Strong in magic, especially in healing/death. He has a special crystal which he wears around his neck that allows him to focus his powers and use them without being to drained. It is a special artifact given to him by Kyra. He is also good with knives and exteremly nimble and acrobatic.

Weaknesses: His magic does have limits, and if he pushes it to far he will be so drained that he could faint. He also does not like hurting innocents and follows that rool to the tee. He might even be willing to stop anyone who tried to kill an innocent, even someone in the Brotherhood. He also has a soft sport for those in slavery because of his childhood.

Likes/ Dislikes: Doesn't like those who don't get the job done, he is a good worker, and does what needs to be done in the rules.

Weapons: He has a variety of knives which he can bring out in the blink of an eye. He also has his focusing crystal which he wears around his neck as well as a variety of potions and powders he keeps on him for the right moment.

Other: Up for love, and whatever else is thrown at him...

Yay, start time! *perfect timing, dude! I was bored...*


{Spencer Hart}

It was very early morning, still pretty dark outside as I picked my scythe out of the chest of a man named Henry Chase who I'd been sent to kill. I was pretty disappointed because the man hadn't put up much of a fight even though I was less than half his size, kicking him I sighed and leaned on a nearby tree.

"Kind of over did it a little, Spence" went the familiar voice, turning around I saw the orange cloaked figure with the wolf mask looking me and the now butchered body over.

"He was no fun..." I pouted and looked up at the sky. The sun was bright and burned my eyes, how I disliked it. I knew the boy with the orange cloak was staring at me and I'd probably stare at me to if I was him, the sight and smell of blood always made me go insane.

"We should head out" my brother told me and I nodded. The two of us were to be back at Headquarters whenever I finished this job and I knew I was going to get lectured by the Masters for playing with my victim again, although they knew I couldn't help it.


{Niles Hart}

Spencer and I were jumping through the trees, trying to stay in the shadows since it was daytime and we didn't need anyone spotting us especially with my sister in the state that she was in. What I needed was to get her back home so I could watch her better but the Masters I knew were going to examine us before we did anything since Spence and I were new to being Warriors and all. In fact, this had been our first job as Warriors.

"I need to clean my scythe when we get back" my sister said and I glanced at its long blade, the blood covering it was so thick you couldn't see the silver markings on it. I laughed and so did Spencer, her giggle sounding almost as muffled as my laugh under the grey scarf that wrapped her face.



My sister and I had just gotten back to the mountain that the Brotherhood was located at when I heard someone behind us.

"Niles, Spencer!" they shouted and I turned around to see who it was.

**someone can come in here **

OMFG! I'm so in!!

Name: Ringo Tori
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Rank: Corrupt aristocrat.

Personality: Ringo is a very charming person, who seems to just sparkle with people skills, however he does some very underhanded things as well. Deep down, he really is a cunning, sarcastic and dark person; he also has this strange sense of tainted humour, which you would get if you understood him. You will catch him in his more, shall we say, relaxed self when he's around people that he either trusts, or just genuinely likes. He has barely any fears, and on the occasion murders for the Brotherhood, but he is not considered an assassin, just a close associate.

Appearance: The usual sparkles that surround proper politicians. You know, that charming aura that just seems to flow from their pores. But other than that, amazingly Ringo was born a child of half half. Half invader-half real owner. His tanned golden skin, rather than naturally brown, but not extremely white either gives a questionable edge to whether he is either Khamate or Cenurian, though by his rather lanky, but proportionally muscled appearance it is acceptable to believe that he is half Nord and half Khanate. His beautiful dazzling eyes which seem like they pierce your soul with a glance are oddly coloured, with his right eye ocean blue and the other emerald green. A scar running up from his left wrist all the way up to his shoulder then continuing to it hits his jawline, but then immediately stopping is noticeable by anyone, though it is faint and looks more like a tattoo than anything else..

History: Ringo was born on the side of a hill, literally. Abandoned by his mother, who must've either been an Nord woman raped by a Khanate or a Khanate woman raped by a Nord man, he was found by a highly placed aristocat, who being unable to have children of his own, due to the fact that his wife was barren (and being the man that he was, who only loved his wife and no other, refused to remarry). Ringo was rasied very much in the way any Khanate man raised their child, except with a cold indifference, with strong religious beliefs that they owned this land and the Nord were invaders. He learnt of his rather, twisted heritage, when he was only 7. His father (the aristocrat) had invited a neighboring family over who had a son about Ringo's age. The boy had commented upon the his skin colour, a shiny golden, calling him, "in-bred". This sent Ringo on a search for answers which he got. His mother later that month committed suicide, consumed by grief that she could not give a child to the man she loved, raising Ringo she had a seething hate for him mostly fueld by the fact that she knew he was half invader. Ringo quickly matured after his mother died and his child-like self twisted by what happened to him made him what he is today. Ringo has taught himself everything he needed to know to be where he currently is. He made his first Brotherhood friend when he leaked information to one of his "slaves". He has kept in contact with them ever since.

Strengths: His smile, literally. If your caught by it be prepared to be knocked off of your feet or frozen in awe. Also as he has had contacts with the occasional Brother (Assassin), he actually prefers Brothers to normal people, he has been taught to throw daggers and lie with a smile. So, he can smile and make you freeze in awe and then lie while politely aiming a dagger at your heart.

Weaknesses: He has none that show (apart from the average, seriously he's only human). However, he has a soft spot for families. As he never had a real one, he often wants people to never feel that feeling. (<--- His only ever compassionate thing.)

Likes/ Dislikes: Oh, well, he finds his own life amusingly ironic. He dislikes apricots and pears, finding them tasting weird and he has an absolute hate for those who can't utter a whole sentence. He loves a good challenge and is pretty much up for anything.

Weapons: Throwing darggers/knives. Poison darts and short swords. Anything small that can be concealed he's most probably profficient at.

Other: Up for love, heh, if anyone's game to take this pyscho on. ^^

Altair~~

I stepped back and the man fell to the floor with a second smile on his throat. He hadn't even had any guards to protect him, it was pathetic. I went through the house to the stables and checked all of the stalls. Three horses. Probably just for his family. I saddled a big black horse and hopped on. It was still early morning so it would probably be close to nightfall by the time I got back to the stronghold.

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"How did your kills go?"

I looked behind me and saw Kyra climbing the ladder to the top of the watch tower. "They went well, no trouble from the guard."

"Only to be expected though. It seems as if they have been getting dumber over the years." She paused for a moment and came to lean against the rail next to me. "But tell me, if you can kill a general in broad daylight and not even get a scratch from the twenty guards surrounding him, why didn't you take the offer for a master's seat?"

"We've gone over this before Kyra. I'm not a leader. It's not one of my skills." She nodded and was about to speak, but I interrupted her, "Besides, you fill the role much better than I ever could."

She smiled at me, "When was the last time we sparred?"

I was a little taken aback by the sudden change in topic, but I answered, "Two months ago?"

"Something like that." then she pulled out a small knife from inside the folds of her sleeve and slashed at my throat. i ducked under it and rolled forward, drawing my sword from the sheath on my back as I did. I came up and she struck with her own sword. We twisted and turned, our swords meeting every other second in a blurring motion too fast for the normal eye to see.

We seperated for a second and I could see the sweat dripping down her face, "Tired already?"

She grinned and surged forward, "Not a chance."

I began to Talent strengthen my blows so that they were faster and stronger, I could immediately see Kyra straining to keep up. Her blade came in high and I diverted it so it slid along the length of my blade. I stepped past her, pulling my blade along the side of her torso.

She cursed behind me, "Can I still not beat you?"

I laughed for the first time in weeks, "I guess not old friend. But at least we will never have to fight one another."

We talked for several minutes longer, catching up on what had been happening in the month and a half I had been away from the stronghold. When we were children learning the art we had been great friends, each one with allot of talent. We rose through the ranks together, and when a Masters seat was opened up it was offered to me first, but I gave it to her. But now my duty was taking me farther and farther from the stronghold, and Kyra was forced to work on assassinations more than ever.

I hugged her good bye when it was too dark to see very far. She went to the Master's room, claiming she had to work on something, and I went home. I was heading out in three days to stage a wealthy aristocrats suicide, and I needed to to sleep so that I did not accidentally poison myself in the days to come.

I wrote bio's for both Kyra, and Steven. I know Steven is Ember's brother, so check and see if its ok, and then tell me if anything needs to be changed.

Okay I have a small problem... in my bio I said that Kyra brought Korah to the Brotherhood, but if you read her bio you just posted... she is four years younger then him so I doubt that really happened. I guess I can change it and have the third master, the one without the bjo, be the one who brought Korah in...

Korah

Korah glided down the dark passage ways, his movements more like a spirit then an actual mans. His feet made no sound, and the only noise that could be heard was the silent ruffle of his clothes as he floated along like a wraith. He was different then most of the other Assassins, being that his gift for Talent was abnormally high, so high that he was more mage then any of the others. This had cause his training to also be somewhat... unique.

He was the only one of the Brotherhood who had been trained by Jacob, Jacob was the old Master in the Brotherhood, and hands down the most powerful. He also had a rather large amount of Talent and had worked at a young age to help strengthen and train Korah’s gift, not only in combat, but in magic as well.

His training hadn’t only been about stealth or combat, it had also included the readings of numerous books from past religions, books of spells that depicted what was possible with a high Talent, That was also why his training had taken longer then most of the others. While they were ready to start jobs when they turned eighteen, Korah had been twenty before Jacob had assigned him his first mission. But Korah had also never failed... not once.

Korah’s stepped slowed down as he came to a small wooden door. A small torch stood attached to the wall, its flickering flames throwing shadows all around the corridor as Korah raised his hand and knocked. No answer came at first... but suddenly the door swung open, and Korah quickly stepped through, shutting it behind him.

The room he entered was rather large, with a large desk in the corner where a few pieces of parchment sat next to an ink bottle and a quill. To the other side stood a lartge bed with linens and fine clothes draped over the side. A large Khante rug was laid out on the floor and the smooth rock walls were ordained with pictures and different ornaments from lands all around the world.

Korah noticed all this on a glance, he had seen it numerous times before, his attention however was on a small door at the end of the room that led out onto the balcony. The door was open, and the soft night breeze blew the curtains out into the room, making them look like long curving fingers that were searching for something. A sudden glint from the balcony caught his eye and in one fluid motion Korah ducked and rolled forward as two sharp blades went soaring over his head. Rising easily back onto his feet her raised his hand and willed his Talent, the small crystal around his neck began to pulse with a yellow glow as two more blades came flying towards him. Korah reached down and tapped into the well inside of him, pulling out his talent he threw it forward and willed the knives to stop, which they did, freezing in midair. With a flip of his hand he turned the blades around before sending them shooting back the way they had come. The whole thing took no more then a couple of seconds, and Korah was rewarded by a soft chuckle from the balcony door.

Jacob slowly stepped out from behind the curtains. His piercing obsidian eyes praised
Korah as he said, “Well done my student, I remember a time when you could barley halt the path of a knife.”

Snorting Korah did a small bow as he answered, “I remember as well, and I have the scars to prove it,” he said with a cheeky grin. “But now master I could stop more then just a couple blades.”

“Indeed,” Jacob murmured as he came gliding into the room. He was an older man, maybe in his forties, but he was still in the same shape he had been in when he was twenty. He was Nordic and Khante, with broad shoulders and a tall gaze that towered over most people. He had dark hair with eyes to match, and a single scar that ran down his cheek. “You have indeed grown stronger, now tell me Korah, how did the mission go...”

Ringo

I let out a breath of air as the people left my lavish room and I fell onto my bed, blankets falling to the ground. I gazed around, it was adorned in gold and silver. I hated the sparkles of it all. It blinded me half the time, but most of the time I figured that being rich had its quirks.

Niwel, my father, was being a twat. He comes over every night to reason with me to accept his aristocrat business. I've refused everytime, it's almost amusing. I'm pretty sure I can here him now, yelling up to my window.

No, wait . . . that's the caw of a bird. A soft footstep travlled to my ears. Everything clicked together in my head as I sat up and spun my head around. There standing in the middle of my room was obviously an assassin. One of the Brotherhood, I expected.

It was almost funny, I'd been in contact with them for years and every time they insisted on sending me someone new. I gave the Brother a glance over. Tall, lanky and well-muscled. Of course, he would have to be well-muscled, I'd never seen a Brother who hadn't been. His skin wasn't well defined in the torch light, but as the beams danced around I could make out that he was bronze or maybe that was mocha. Maybe he was half half like me. He certainly only seemed a few years older than me.

I silently congratulated him for getting into my room undetected. I nodded to him and gestured towards a chair. He continued to stand, I let out a sigh. A gleeful smile spread across my face.

Suddenly, my windows flew open and a bird dove in, landing on the man's shoulder. I ignored the wind that ferociously blew in and stalked towards it closing it with a gentle thump

I turned back to the man and began, "So, what brings the Brotherhood to my doors?"

Silence greeted me.

I liked people who played these games. I threw myself into the bed and rested my head on a propped arm, "Oh, not an assassin? Then you're the entertainment I sent for?"

Silence again.

The smile on my face grew. This was going to be fun, "Well, I can't say I'm disappointed, because I'm not."

Once again silence. I was already having the time of my life, this person was just so goddamned hard to crack. I bit my lip and an idea popped into my head. The man seemed to have a soft spot for the bird on his shoulder. . .

"And the bird, I presume is for a late night snack?" I asked, in a low pur. I raised any eyebrow waiting for his reaction.

What I got wasn't what I expected.


*And that was an opening for cat4prowl with Tyrel*

*Oh wow...this is going to be hard. I'm on my cell since I'm on vacation and I don't have internet access (ARGH!!!!!!) so I can't make a nice long pretty post. Thus I must ask for someone to bring me in to make my life easier. Hope that's ok! I hate asking that.*

I'll bring thefireinmeisJC in, I'll edit this post later since I'm packing up some stuff and I've got to go meet up with my teacher. Promise I'll post later.


{Spencer Hart}


As Niles and I were walking up the stone steps that lead to the Brotherhood entrance someone behind us had called our names, it was September. As she ran to us her blue eyes were sparkling and her golden hair was bouncing everywhere.

"Oh, look! A fly!" I shouted, noticing the bug flying around me.


{Niles Hart}


"Hey, September" I said, giving my sister a weird look and sighing. A fly, really?

"Hey guys" September said happily, giving my sister and I a big smile.

"Seriously guys, this fly is huge! And it has such pretty eyes!" Spencer shouted and started to try and catch the fly, grabbing at the air and getting angrier and angrier when she didn't catch it.

"So... You're both done with your first Warrior missions I see" September said gleefully. September was a good friend to my sister and I, always helping me with Spence whenever she could.

"That's it fly, pretty eyes or not, you are going down!" my sister shouted and starting swinging her scythe everywhere and actually cutting the fly in half. My mouth dropped and Spencer let out a shout of victory, slung her scythe over her shoulder and continued up the mountain steps.


**LOL, hope this is okay... Kind of didn't come out like I thought it would but that's all I got**

[Tyrel]

It was cold, Tyrel noticed. But the cold was the only thing that felt natural, the rest of the room was a lavishly decorated jewel. Typical. The aristocrat was much the same as all the other informants, a little young maybe. Sryhi flexed his talons into Tyrel's shoulder muscle, which was sore from an assignment the night before. Tyrel stared coolly at the man standing, grinning, before him.

At the man's, Ringo, remark, Tyrel answered quietly, "No." His voice sounded cutting and breathy. He turned his head to Sryhi, regarding his hawk's intelligent eyes, rubbing his nose against the silky hard beak briefly. His eyes snapped back to the man's

"I need information. About a crime lord, Verot," Tyrel cut to the chase. His damp presence seemed to fill the room, and the sharp hawk on his shoulder bobbed its head as if in agreement, its gaze penetrating. And Tyrel waited.

**sorry it's short and badly written!!**

*Dude, it's fine. ^^*

Ringo

At last, I let victory linger on my tongue, before replying, "Lord Verot?"

I thought back to what I had dug up on him. Actually, he was due to have dinner with me in about . . . I stared out the glass richly framed windows and at the moon. It hung low, and the suns warm kiss, which gave the sky colours, was fading.

Soon. My dinner with the crime lord Verot would be soon. I cocked an eyebrow at him, "How much are you willing to do to get this information?"

The man stared at me for a second, as if in distaste. My charm didn't seem to work in him, but then again . . . it never worked on the interesting ones. I smiled despite myself as I waited for an answer.

The man replied, "Enough to kill."

I wondered momentarily if that was his idea of a joke. A slight glint of something I couldn't recognise danced in his eyes, but I readily ignored it, already pulled into a conniving idea.

"Really?" I asked, head tilted to one side, as if actually contemplating it, though I had already thought of a plan through and through.

Silence.

Yes, I liked this one. Usually they sent me those cocky ass bastards who do no more than put a dagger at my throat and call it a message from their boss. Apparently it was a little joke we shared. Somehow, we had history, I wasn't too sure though. Sometimes there was no understanding assassin humour. I had my doubts that even could laugh, but surely underneath their cold exteriors they were human.

I took his continued hard silence as a yes. Smiling I began to throw random stuff at him, including richly furnished shirts and pants and some newly polished shoes. The second best pair of clothing I owned. I was actually wearing the first best.

"Get dressed. You're my new guest."

"What?"

I practically devoured the shock on his face as the caught the pieces of clothing without effort. There was the tiniest wince as his shoulder moved, I noted at the corner of my eye. I had finally managed to get through that blank mask.

"You can get the info first hand. I'm having dinner with him soon." I replied, glancing at my nails and polishing them on my shirt.

He stared at the clothes in his hands, "And who am I meant to be, then?"

I thought for a second, then a wonderful title came to mind. I let my grin widen exponentionally, "Why, you're as close as a Brother."

I wondered if that was a glimpse of a smile I saw on his face as he turned away. I waited patiently, pondering if he would accept the offer. I hoped he would, for the short moments I had known him, well, known of him, he had brightened and livened my life.

And he was someone who didn't think I was something else. I always needed someone like that.

*I'm not sure if this ok...*
Ember
I watched with pure amusement as Spencer waved her scythe around trying to swipe a fly. It was ironic. Killing a man was relatively easy. A good slice of the blade and a stab was all you needed at times. Depending how armed the man is of course. Yet the fly was so small. And it took just enough strength if not more to kill it. Finally, Spencer sliced the fly in two. Success. Victory. All those kind words meaning mission accomplished. I felt my face drop. I imagined talking to my friends about their first mission as warriors would clear my mind about my possible failure. I was sent to kill a spy which is a pretty nice mission for only a warrior. We already found out who it was. He was in a hut on the outskirts of the village. I killed him. But I spared the children.
''Thats good.

*my bad. This is a continuation.*
''That's good.'' I said, frowning. I turned and walked away to Gaia for an evening star gazing moment. Gaia is the largest willow tree around. Every now and then especially in times where I need to think, I lay under Gaia and look up at the stars between its long branches. Today I would do that. Waiting for my verdict by the oh so mighty Steven who just happens to be my older brother. Maybe some others would come back so I could talk to them. I desperatly hoped my mission wasn't a failure.