[OOC: I'm going to finish off this thread, I apologise for the delays in it but some unplanned parts and other commitments has made it difficult.]
*The big day is now fading into the big evening and moving towards the morning, a few of the older guests have left for their warm beds. Charles is feeling less and less happy. Some comments made by some of his guests have served only to decrease his mood further, making an excuse he retires to his office in a poor mood. His two orc guards stand at either sides of the office door .
Charles takes out a very old bottle of a strong ale and his glass, pouring some in order to improve his mood. Past experience tells him that, while it may improve his mood in the short time then he will soon be feeling worse, he doesn't care. He downs the first glass instantly feeling a familiar kick as the drink sets in.
Outside the Wolf's Howl, in the dark alleyway, the figure was looking at a pocket watch shaped object in its hands. The figure was interested by the arrows on it, with small gold inscriptions.
"Hmm, seems I'm not the only one around here up to no good tonight, seems there's even another assassin here. As long as they keep their eyes off my contract I couldn't care less. Ah! Redmun has retreated to his office."
*With this the figure decided to make its move, heading to the main door it walked right past the front door guards, none seemed to notice it at all. Once inside the figure skillfully slipped past the guests, none of whom realised its presence. making its way up the stairs. It reached the corridor where the two orcs guarded Charles' office. Joss, the first orc guard opens his mouth to say something to his companion when a dagger is pressed to his throat and his throat slit. Spluttering and unable to cry out the orc falls to the floor an oozing pool of blood escaping from his throat.
The second orc turns road at the sound, his mouth opens wide and he makes to cry out. The cry is silenced as a dagger, already stained with orc blood, pierces his head right between his eyes. He joins his companion on the floor, dead. The figure surveys its handiwork with a degree of immense satisfaction it had been too long since he last had that much enjoyment from a kill.
He brought out another tool of his trade to effortlessly open the complex and magical lock. He slowly opened the door, Redmun looked up and his eyes widened. The figure allowed itself a smile at the pure terror on the once brave man's face.
"Well now Charles, your a hard man to catch. It seems you've had a lot of experience at running away lately"
Charles: "You? But why? I thought you...."
"...Were a friend? Well in that case you don't know who I am, I am a shadow and more importantly I am your fate. Now you have no escape so would you like me to dispatch of you quickly, painlessly?"
Charles: "No, there is no need for this madness. Shadow or not you still have no right coming here and.."
*Charles' words are lost as a 2 knives impale themselves in his right and left lung. His words are turned into a torrent of blood from his mouth, in a last effort to live he reaches for his staff, activating the teleport magic he collapses and the figure sends another knife into his back, however his corpse is teleported away. There is no doubt that he is already dead though.*
"Ah Charles, ever the coward it seems, still you've made my task easier so I suppose your fall from grace has aided me."
*The figure quickly takes what it needs from Charles' office and places a special device, then the figure exits the way it came in, unseen by anyone. The closest anyone comes to spotting the figure is someone looking up an an unidentified shadow on the wall which is soon gone. Seconds later a serving girl sees something red leaking down the stairs, she goes up to see what it is and screams a blood curdling scream.
Then there is a loud explosion, no one appears to be hurt and the building appears to be fine but when the door to Charles' office is opened then the whole room has been blown apart by a magically contained explosion. Many of the guests run off home in fear of their lives, none noticing a strange shadow in a dark alley. The figure is checking his 'pocket watch' something on it reads Charles Redmun as 'Deceased'.
"Job done I think, pat yourself on the back. Now to catch up with a few old grudges I think. Then again with so many of my old nemisis missing in action I may not have much work to do."
*The figure is gone as suddenly as it had appeared, no clues had been found, it had not been seen and the job was an unpresidented success. The Wolf's Howl appeared to have passed back into the hands of Dal Marx.*
[ModNote: The murderer appears again in
Into The Lion's Den.]