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The man known to some as Z stalked the streets of Trolls bane. With the contract agreed and the target known he was ready. Ready to kill. Although eager Z knew the first step was the most important, yes, the stalk. If not for the stalk, he knew, he would fail and mayhaps even fall to the orcen he had been hired to kill. To die on the job was not an option he would follow the orcen untill he knew it was the right moment. The right moment would come soon enough, he knew it.


Z stood proudly yet secretly on the roof of the library watching and waiting, waiting and watching. With his cat-like reactions he awaited his foe to step into his view so he might begin the stalk the stalk that would end with one of them dead. The so called 'Sell sword' stood up and paced up and down the roof with no sign of the orcen clan lord not yet. Be calm...wait...He would tell himself over and over although it had been far too long. Far too long since he had killed for money...

The money was what he needed most as the kind of money offered was far too much to pass up. This was the kind of money that could take him back home for some 'shopping' so...

There he waited, dagger in hand

Gra'able was chatting with Mazrian at the closest part of the shop to teh Library.

"Why do you give thiss to me?" Mazrian asked

"Do not worry, just out of politeness" Gra'able replied after handing everything he needed to to Mazrian.

Gra'able walked out of the shop, and walked accross the bridge, he was going to the inn.

"Varshikar I go." He sighed and continued to walk.

He reached the library door and.....

The stalk had began...



Z allowed the orc to pass him for a while although still within his view. With much haste he began to move and ran across the library roof and made a spectifing jump from the library to the workshop shame nobody would see his dark figure that night. With his feet firmly on the workshop he began to run against that roof, still letting the orc continue. Z stopped and waited untill the orc had just passed the corner of the inn before jumping off the roof and following behind. Z waited around the corner for the orc to continue

Gra'able walks into the inn.

"Neebar ja idiot. I wanna buy 1 journey to Varshikar!" Said Gra'able

"Here you are, that makes 15 copper" Replied Neebar

Gra'able grunted and walked out and began to read the words from the book, the words were long and Gra'able could barely read them. This bought Z some time.......

The old assassin stepped out with his duel throwing daggers. This would be quick. That is all he thought as he let slip off the two daggers aiming one for the windpipe and one for the heart. Z waited for the connection of the hits, if any.

Gra'able almost finnished the last word when 'swwsshhh' one dagger into his neck, another into his left lung. He could barely breathe and no sound was now audible. He fell to the flooor, not dead yet, struggling for breathe. He layed on his back and looked around for the figure that did this but.....

The assassin stood horrified. The daggers had not hit their targets and the orc was still alive. Z took a run and drew his sword to jump and bring onto the orcen's chest, into his heart. Z needed to finish this and end the pain of the orc.

Gra'able tried to roll, but couldn't, the pain was overthrowing when the sword punctured his leather armor, skin and heart. He coughed up a huge amount of blood at once, he was dead. His eyes remained open, staring at Z....

With a quick motion the man closed the orcens eyes....Eyes, the windows to the soul...With this done he lifted the orc's head slightly and touched it with his own before removing the daggers and sword.


Z heaved up the orc's body and began to sneak outside the walls on this cold, dark night. He entered into town once more in the cover of darkness to place the orcen outside the shop by the tree still with his belongings. The assassin positioned the orc into something dignfieing and left swiftly.

It was done

In Gra'ables bag lay his will, hanging out of the bag a little where Z had carried him. Gra'able's Will

Dante sees the orc. He doesn't look to shocked, he had never seen him before. What did ctach his eye was the bag slumped by him, and the paper hanging out. he read it and hung on the town wall.

((Click the link in Jon's post for it ))

Nalzaxx's eyes flared violently and he woke from his ethereal dreams.

He lowered his legs from their fiery perch to the floor, the ruby atop his head began to shimmer brightly. He turned slowly from the altar, his obsidian skull betraying no emotion to the dank air around him. Pulling his robes around him he clasped his hands together before him.

"Gra'able" he said solemnly.

Nalzaxx reached his obsidian hands to the sky in an open embrace as Gra'able's life ebbed away.

"You have served the temple well Gra'able, and you shall continue to do so in death. Your sacrifice will not go unrewarded. As you were a member in life, so shall you be in death. Our promise to you kept you shall be rewarded."

Nalzaxx's hands began to tingle, the ruby atop his head burning a blood red crimson as Nalzaxx recieved Gra'ables life essence and as his soul was added to those of the faithful.

Nalzaxx began to alter even as the process began. His sight becoming sharper, his frame more resillient his own powers more profound. His jaw gaped wide in the ecstacy of the feast and his eyes blazed with the power it brought.

Nalzaxx lowered his hands gently and brought his view once more to the earthly realm.

"You shall not be forgotten Gra'able" he spoke as his obsidian feet crunched the stones beneath him. Nalzaxx would have his revenge yet.