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Sean Elaski walks through the woods, he stops, seeing something on the ground, picking it up he reads from the torn paper

"More war predicted...." Sean Elaski sneers and rips the paper, continuing to walk he stops again.

"Maybe I was wrong....." He says, thinking of his posistion as an Adjutor for the Grey Light. He starts walking again

"I was hoping that at least this way I'd find inner peace.....but its just war after war...and lyrenzia's lap dog..." He mumbles ".....And never once, does anyone say to me anymore..."So you are the great Sean-san....You we're a tyrant, and murderer!" not at all..." He sighs "...But was that what I was?"

He stops, at the clearing where he left, the day after Gannon and Goldmoons wedding, looking over the sea

"I need to talk to Veralion..." He whispers, as he turns, and heads for Blood Territory

Sean Elaski spots Veralion in blood territory

"VERA!" He shouts, and the orc turns

"Elaski!, why are you here?" The orc asks

"I want to talk." Sean replies

"About what? How yous became Lyrenzia's dog,, and now want my lands?" The orc seems angered

"About how I'm going to help you." Sean replies, ignoring the insult

"Help? how?" The orc asks, interested

"Make me a citizen, I have some things I want to.....take care of....first."

"Citizen...but you are a..."

"Do it."

Sean Elaski turns to leave

"Elaski, me donn't understand...."

"....Call me San" Sean Elaski calls over his shoulder as he walks towards the town of trollsbane

A mysterious note appears on the wall...


Looking for:

Astral
Roke
Sir Hope
Korwin

Reply Here.

None of the above mentioned reside on this island any longer, I suggest you venture to other land if you wish their company.

A cloaked figure walks up to the wall and reads moathia's writing

"This will be harder then I thought...." He says as he turns and walks away

A note seems to appear over the last one mysteriously....


It reads:

"Looking for aparentice for possible mercenary venture.

Someone whose well versed in killing, and relatively well at covering their tracks. High pay and lodging possible. Reply here."




The note remains unsigned and disguised

A woman aproaches the note, her face hidden under the deep green elven cloak she wears. Her eyes scan over the note and she sighs.

"Never wanted to have to stick my hand into trouble, but I have no money, and no home..." She whispered as one of her horses approached her and rubbed his head against her neck.

"So Sheather, should I?" The woman asked stroking the horses head and Sheather nodded.

"Very well."

The woman took out a pen and wrote in an elegant script...

Throwing my name around is a dangerous thing, I will offer my services, but I will meet you tomorrow night in the woods South of your note here. Dont come to me - I will come to you.

She took out a black rose and pinned it to the bottom of the note and walked slowly off, taking a sip of the glass of rum she heald - vanishing into the shadows.

The cloaked man looks at the wall

He reads the writing

"Definately Elf...." he mutters under his breath, then sniffs, seeing the black rose "....drunk female elf" He mutters, then takes out his feather and ink, writing


"I like how you make deals. I'll be there."


He walks out of the shop and onto the empty street

"I should be armed for this..." he mumbles, then stops

"No, I do have my oath to keep.....for now..." He walks towards the town gates

The woman returns the next evening and looks at the note then smiles

"Whoever this is, they are quick..." She starts to head to the woods then stops and looks back for her horse, and he walks up to her.

"My dear, you are kind." She whispers mounting the horses bare back and riding to the woods.

She dismounts and vanishes into the shadows once more to wait, her cloak pulled up and her scimitar under her hand - she wasnt going to take any chances with this person.

The man steps out from behind a tree, he takes out his flute, and begins to play while waiting

The woman silently glides over to him, leaving not a sound to give away her presence and draws her breast dagger and places it gently to the mans neck, her head still hidden in the shadows of her hood, she draws her head near to his ear.

"Are you the one to whom I am wating?" Her voice was soft and slid coldly from her tongue

The slow sad melody the mans playing barely wavers, as his eyes turn to face the woman, he ends the song

"Madam...Interupting me in such a way, isent very pleasent." He says, though in his eyes have a hint of darkness.

"It appears so, now drop your blade."

"My appologies sir." She says as she sheathes her blade between her breasts and pulls back her hood, letting her long auborn hair fall in soft waves around her shoulders and letting the moon light catch her green eyes, causing them to glow almost metalic.

"An interesting place to keep a knife" The man says, motioning to the womans chest as he stands

"Works well, gets you past guards with a weapon too." The woman looked around.

"This land is unfamillair to me." She mutters then turns back to the man.

"And all to familiar to me" The man replies, looking at the moon

"Maybe an introduction of some sort would be at hand." The woman said, her voice soft.

"And I wouldnt mind someone telling me where the coast is from where we are." She smiled softly.

"The coast? How DID you get here m'lady? The coast is a few miles, in any given direction...." The man says, motioning around him then facing her for the first time

The woman laughed slightly then her deadly calm expression faded back.

"With a blind fold around my eyes and a knife to my neck." She replied looking into the mans eyes.

He returns the gaze

"So I guess you got the bad passage ticket huh?" He says, smiling slightly darkly

The womans expression doesnt change

"I wouldnt call it first class when your friends deside to be your enimy." She sighed. "You were asking of service?"

"How skilled are you at assasination?" The man asks, raising a brow

"Depends." She gently raises her hand and slides it along his jaw. "What would I be receving my dear?"

"A warm bed, food, possibly money" The man replies

The woman frowns then shakes her head.

"Might I know the name of whom I will be working for then?" She asked calmly.

The mans brow raises again

"Call me San"

The woman offers her hand to shake his.

"A pleasure San." She says with a soft smile.

She thinks over the name quickely in her head, then pieces it together. San... Sean-san. She almost gasps, she had heard rumors of this man, if it really was this man and now she was worried in what she had gotten herself into.

The man shakes her hand, seeing her turn pale

"Heard of me have you?" he inquires

"If you are Sean-san, then yes." She answers camly, hiding the slight shock, then it slid away and she smiled. Maybe if she could attatch herself to the higher ranking ones in this land she could hold her own for a while.

She pulled her hand back gently and pulled out her dagger from between her breasts once more and ajusted the sheath, then returned the blade to its place, then ajusted her cloak to fall smoothly around her body.