"He killed him," The tall, dark man spoke to Sasha, "And he is your next target." She swallowed hard and nodded, getting up from the large chair and leaving the scene. As much as she hated to admit, she was terrified of that man. He was her boss, and he gave her all of her assignments. Dmitri had just been assigned as Sasha's target for man slaughter.
Piece of cake... Sasha thought to herself, picking up some things she was required to leave outside. She slipped a strap around her body that held her bow and arrows, clenching her whip tightly in her left hand. Sasha silently slipped away, back into the forest. No one could know the location of the palace. That would mean her boss' death.
Silently dodging trees she began to think about her target. Where was she going to find him?
Piece of cake... Sasha thought to herself, picking up some things she was required to leave outside. She slipped a strap around her body that held her bow and arrows, clenching her whip tightly in her left hand. Sasha silently slipped away, back into the forest. No one could know the location of the palace. That would mean her boss' death.
Silently dodging trees she began to think about her target. Where was she going to find him?
Dmitri had had assassins sent after him before. He killed them about 90% of the time. The other ten percent were he and the assassin coming to terms where Dmitri let the assassin live and gave them some money to leave him alone.
The khajiit was young, in his early 20s, but by no means wreckless or aggressive. He was a fair and just man who killed only those who deserved it, which in most cases were bandits or highway men. Other than that, he was a fairly easy going guy. Easy to associate and talk with and fun to have a drink with. None of this changed that he was a master on the battle field and he had armor unlike most: made of dragon bones. The thick, powerful material covered his body from head to toe and his bow, arrows, battle axe and sword were all made from the same stuff. The only thing he had that wasn't made of dragon bones was his shield, which was special in it's own right. It was a large, concave tear drop that bent outwards. The bottom of it ha a little tongue that bent outwards and had brass circles that got larger from the center out. It was called spell breaker and it had the ability to set up a magical shield when raised that would block magical attacks. Despite it's usefulness, Dmitri still preferred his massive two-handed battle axe and it was what he used more often than not. When it came to magic, Dmitri was no expert. He could shoot a few fire balls or ice spikes and he knew how to heal just about any wound, but his real area of proficiency was conjuring things. Anything from a spectral wolf to a giant ice atronach or even raising the dead.
On this particular day, Dmitri was riding his horse down a serene forest path, fully decked out in his well earned armor and weapons. Despite his rather intimidating appearance, he was humming a very cheery tune and his tail was swishing leisurely behind him as he admired the scenery around him.
The khajiit was young, in his early 20s, but by no means wreckless or aggressive. He was a fair and just man who killed only those who deserved it, which in most cases were bandits or highway men. Other than that, he was a fairly easy going guy. Easy to associate and talk with and fun to have a drink with. None of this changed that he was a master on the battle field and he had armor unlike most: made of dragon bones. The thick, powerful material covered his body from head to toe and his bow, arrows, battle axe and sword were all made from the same stuff. The only thing he had that wasn't made of dragon bones was his shield, which was special in it's own right. It was a large, concave tear drop that bent outwards. The bottom of it ha a little tongue that bent outwards and had brass circles that got larger from the center out. It was called spell breaker and it had the ability to set up a magical shield when raised that would block magical attacks. Despite it's usefulness, Dmitri still preferred his massive two-handed battle axe and it was what he used more often than not. When it came to magic, Dmitri was no expert. He could shoot a few fire balls or ice spikes and he knew how to heal just about any wound, but his real area of proficiency was conjuring things. Anything from a spectral wolf to a giant ice atronach or even raising the dead.
On this particular day, Dmitri was riding his horse down a serene forest path, fully decked out in his well earned armor and weapons. Despite his rather intimidating appearance, he was humming a very cheery tune and his tail was swishing leisurely behind him as he admired the scenery around him.
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