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Ajax Alterion
The Dagger of Red Death

"Even though I am not the Master of Shadows, I have mastered more styles than anyone in this Brotherhood. I have been gifted with the knowledge of Red Death... The most powerful of the Shadow arts... Perhaps, on my dieing day, I will teach the arts to you..."

Full Name:Ajax Alterion
Age: Unknown. Speculated to be 38.
Sex: Male
Appearance: Standing at 6'6, and almost 280 pounds, a first look at Ajax would make you think he was much more of a brute than he actually is. Covered in light Western Dragonhide, Ajax is swift and strikes with deadly strength and aim. When in combat, Ajax is a flurry of daggers and blood. Using his blood-red cloak as a cover, he stalks the night looking for his next target. Ajax is known for his signature red hood and cloak which house his true face. The hood is magically enchanted so no one can see through the hood, unless the hood is taken off his head. Another enchantment on the hood is, when in combat, 2 glowing blue eyes appear under the hood.

Personality: Much like the title surrounding his name, Ajax is a man of mystery. While he is known for his expertise in combat, he is equally known for his willingness to kill anyone in his way, or in the way of the Brotherhood... Even members of his own warband. While on missions he almost never speaks, unless he is spoken too, and expects his warband to follow his lead. Ajax, being a master assassin, has never been the Master of a warband of rookies... Nor does he want to. Despite his own emotions towards rookies, he followers the Master of Shadow's commands to the letter, acting as the Master to the Shadow Warband.

Ajax, while a master of combat, is intelligent and cunning... But not to the extent one might think.

Fighting style: The art of Red Death is one of the most ancient and powerful fighting styles known to the Brotherhood. Currently, only 3 people know of it... But only Ajax has mastered it. Even the Master of Shadows -the Brotherhood's leader- has not mastered this form of fighting. In a swift movement of lightning fast reflexes, Ajax effectively ends the lives of his prey without a moments notice by swiftly striking the vital points of targets. To be trained in this art requires strength and aim beyond the human body's capacity, which is why there have only ever been 2 masters of the art. While the art of Red Death focuses on one-hit-killing your target, if he is ever engaged in combat he uses his cloak as a shield/deflector. It can be used to mislead enemy attacks, and even make an enemy complete miss. With another swift swipe of his dagger, Ajax ends his targets life...

Main weapon: The Red Dagger: A short sword/Long knife with a curved blade, ideal for piercing through armor at weak points to hid vital organs and arteries. Along with the Dagger, Ajax uses a flurry of throwing daggers and stars, hidden within the folds of his cloak. With a quick twist of the cloak in the right direction, a storm of daggers are thrown forward.

Secondary weapons: Though he is not trained with it to the extent he is with daggers, Ajax has the ability to use a short bow accurately... Though, in his mind, anything that is too far for a throwing knife is no target worth killing.

Skills: Being a Disciple of Red Death, Ajax has learned many traits to help himself and the Brotherhood. Of course the art of Red Death itself is a skill that he has mastered, there are other fighting styles and techniques he knows. But, all of these are combat based... And outside of combat he is not known to many skills. Like all thieves and assassins, Ajax is expertly trained in sneaking.

Personal secret: Unknown. There have been many roamers around Ajax' secret when he joined the Brotherhood. But one thing that is known is the secret of why he knows the art of Red Death. According to the story, Ajax was just a rookie when he joined the Night warband, a high ranking warband of thieves in the Brotherhood. In a single night, Ajax killed every member of the Night warband for unknown reasons. When brought before the Master of Shadow's to pay for his crime, a mysterious man came to the Master and told him of another way the child could be punished... "Make him a disciple of Red Death..." the man said. After considering the mans idea, the Master of Shadow's condemned Ajax to forever serve the brotherhood, even in death, thanks to the Red Death Curse...

History: TBA

So begins...

Ajax Alterion's Story

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#2013-04-13 20:07:02, as written by Mathew Littlepaw

So... You want to hear a story, do ye'? Well... Gather 'round, and let me tell you of one of my favorite stories... "The Scar in Time." Unlike other stories, the heroes weren't knights in shinning armor, or princes rescuing princesses. No... The Scar in Time is a story of tragedy, the story of a kingdom falling, a brotherhood disbanding, 7 heroes who embark on a quest to save the Realm... Now, the tricky thing of this story is; where do I start? Time is a funny thing, it can be bent, and even broken... So is the beginning REALLY the beginning...? Or is it the end...? And after the end, what comes after?

Well, you may hear this story told one-million different times, by one million different people, whom may start it from one-million different places... But this is where I believe the story starts: It all started... With a Brotherhood.
A Brotherhood... Of Thieves.

The Scar in Time
...The Brotherhood of Thieves

In the city of Alvion, where or story takes place, Knowledge has always ruled supreme. Now, I trust you are as smart as you look, and have already learned the story of the Fall of Alvion, aye? Good! Now... Where was I? Ah! Yes. The Brotherhood of Thieves: A powerful organization with its roots deep in Alvion. In fact, it is the Brotherhood's doing that the city still stands... But that's another story. For thousands of years the Brotherhood stood watch over the kingdom of Alvion; Acting as its guardian within the shadows. For to the Brotherhood, knowledge was everything, and Alvion was the capital knowledge. But, where does the name Brotherhood of Thieves comes from? Excellent question! Because of the Brotherhood's thirst for knowledge, they were known for acquiring it in any way possible. By bribe, trade, theft, even murder... Even though Alvion is the home of the Brotherhood, its reach stretches well into the Real.

For 3000 years the Brotherhood has begged, borrowed, and stole for its knowledge. Warbands of thieves and assassins would wonder across the world in search of knowledge, gold, and other treasure. But this time, the Brotherhood had bitten off more than it could chew...

The night of Alvion was cold, and silent. It was almost midnight, the time the others would start arriving at the meeting place. On top of the roves of the houses of the Upper-Class portion of the city, north of the Ports, was the place where the rest of the Warband would meet. On top of the meeting place, ever vigilant, stood Ajax -covered in his red hood and cloak-, resting on a chimney stack on the flat roof he and his apprentice, Korina, waited on. The both of them had been waiting for a little over 2 hours. While Ajax had waited longer for his warband, he could tell Korina was getting restless, and wanted them to get here sooner.

Standing like a statue, Ajax looked over to his apprentice, speaking lightly under his breath to her:
"They will be here any moment. You must be patient, especially if you are to ever surpass me some day..." He spoke softly, almost at a whisper.

Even though the Warband had been together for a few weeks, this was their first real job together. In his mind Ajax had already laid out the plan. He simply waited for the rest of his recruits to get there. Despite being with recruits before, he had never been a Master of them... The leader of his warband. Against his wishes he had been put into this position by the Master of Shadows. He knew it was an important job, but never had the master assassin thought in his wildest dreams he would babysit a group of 6 children, barly able to hold swords compared to his mastery of swordplay.

"What are you anxious for, apprentice? This is only a simple heist, not a complex shill. Speak, what is on your mind?" He asked his apprentice.

Unlike the others, Ajax had an interest in Korina... She was talented, if not the most talented, out of the others. But then again he had never seen any of the others on the job, and it was time to fix that. He was going to push them to the limits with this job...

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#2013-04-14 22:52:42, as written by Kuukakulily

Korina stood restless on the roof of an unknown civilian. Almost two hours had past since her and Ajax's arrival. Whether they were early, or the rest of her party was late didn't matter to her, she just knew that sitting here doing nothing made her anxious. She had been waiting much to long, in her opinion, for people she didn't even want to work together with. The only person she wanted to work with was Ajax, but the Brotherhood demanded he take leadership of a Warband and she, being unable to leave his side, must be a part of it.

With a sigh, she shifted her weight to her left foot and glanced in Ajax's direction. Of course he would wear that damnable cloak. She disliked it very much. It's enchanted "eyes" made her feel uncomfortable, as if they could stare deep into the very fiber of her being. She knew it was just Ajax, but sometimes that only intensified her unease. "They will be here any moment. You must be patient, especially if you are to ever surpass me some day..." Ajax said under his breath barely making enough sound to be heard. He was always silent like this and she was accustomed to this particular tone of voice. She did not heed his warning to be patient, in fact, it only intensified her impatience.

After a few moments Ajax spoke again, raising his tone only slightly. "What are you anxious for, apprentice? This is only a simple heist, not a complex shill. Speak, what is on your mind?" She frowned. He always seemed to know how she felt at any given time. She supposed it was because she had known him for quite some time. Turning towards him, she pulled back the hood of her feathered cloak. "If this heist is so simple, Master, then why do we require an entire Warband? You and I have undertaken much harder tasks and accomplished them with ease on our own. I do not understand the Master of Shadows and his ridiculous rules." She said waving her hands, having a horrible habit of "talking" with her hands.

She should have been more cautious with her words. Any other day she would have not been so careless, but her impatience drove her to let things slip. The Master of Shadows had spies everywhere, always watching, always listening, always waiting for someone to make a single mistake or betray the Brotherhood. She should have been more grateful, after all, it was he who had accepted Ajax's proposal, but she could not feel thankful to a face she had never even seen. She pulled her hood back over her head, looking about. She could do nothing else but wait for these new faces.

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#2013-04-15 00:35:14, as written by 7achary

The tavern music did nothing to drown out the sound of chairs scraping backwards and the hustle of people backing away. While the music remained bawdy and loud, a tense silence passed between the three men who had stood. Zulgos watched the two across from him, attention focused on the one in a red shirt, mark of a local gang. Taking his time, Zulgos arranged his scimitar on his belt to be seen better. "I said you're cheatin' scum that owes me fifteen gold pieces, are you deaf or dumb?"

One of the tavern wenches, Marie, ran up and took his arm, "Zul, they're not-"

The girl thought she was in love with him because he had spent his nights in this town sharing her bed. She was foolish if she thought he would be deterred by a woman.

The red-shirted man, an eager look in his eye, had been waiting for his opportunity and sprang onto the table, a stiletto appearing as if from nowhere. At the same time he gave the wench a rough shove, Zulgos stepped forward and kicked the table out from underneath the ganger. The second had already started moving toward the door.

The halfbreed's first inclination was to put a dagger between the cheater's shoulder blade's, but that would bring undue attention. Tavern brawls happened by regular course, public murder was investigated. Instead Zulgos reared back and punched the ganger as he stood, dropping him like a stone.

Checking his pockets, Zulgos found thirty gold pieces that quickly disappeared into his own pockets. The giant then turned and walked out, with nary a glance at the woman sobbing on the floor.

Zulgos hefted himself onto the rooftop with a grunt, a rope clenched in his teeth. His yellow eyes peered from the darkness at the two waiting figures. He spit the rope into his hand.

"You're early as usual, Ajax." Zulgos's face split in a predatory smile, revealing large incisors as he nodded at Korina, "Evenin', darlin'."

Turning his attention away from them Zulgos tied the rope in a loose knot that could either be tightened or undone at a moment's notice. The other end of the rope was tied to a heavy leather sack that held various tools of the trade that Zulgos personally found useful. A shovel and crowbar among other things. The rope was taut, it's length hidden behind the pole Zulgos had used to scale the structure.

"Huh. I'm usually the last one here." Zulgos commented as sat with his back against the chimney.

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#2013-04-15 01:08:47, as written by Mathew Littlepaw

As his apprentice spoke Ajax chuckled under his breath. Slowly he walked to his apprentice, his steps silent on the top of the roof. "If this heist is so simple, Master, then why do we require an entire Warband? You and I have undertaken much harder tasks and accomplished them with ease on our own. I do not understand the Master of Shadows and his ridiculous rules." This statement reminded Ajax of himself, long ago when he joined the Brotherhood.

He nodded to his apprentices statement, understanding her inpatients of the matter."Not all who join the Brotherhood are as naturally skilled as you and I, child. The Master of Shadows knows this more than any. The reason we have been put on this task is to show the recruits the power of the Brotherhood and, with training, what they can become. Our jobs are to simply insure the mission goes smoothly. They will do most of the work..."

As the time approached almost 1 in the morning, Ajax could hear one of his warband climbing up the building. From the grunts of effort, he calculated it was none other than Zulgos, the warband's muscle. Zulgos was one of the more interesting of the members of the warhand, being the only one taller than him, maybe even stronger than him. As the man pulled himself up, Ajax calculation was correct. As he spoke, Ajax stood silently.

"Huh. I'm usually the last one here."

Ajax checked himself over one more time, before speaking back. Insuring he was ready. "The rest of them will be here any moment... Give it time.

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#2013-04-15 07:35:33, as written by Onuwa

Night had fallen over the Alvion, shadows creeped and lurked through every corner and turn. The night life filled the air with the sounds of brawls and drunk laughter, it was an all to familiar sound to Noah who had perched himself upon a stable next to a bar. He balanced quite easilly upon a small wooden beam and brushed his red hair under hs hood impaiently. Below him his latest target lay unaware. Checking the time he figured he woudl have about half an hour before the meeting would begin. In that time Noah planned to get back at the man that had been so rude to him for flirting with his grilfriend in the morning.

Noah had thought himself innocent in the matter, and that the womans man should be proud to have such a bonny lass that Noah might present her with flowers. The man of the woman, however, was not so pleased, thus resulting in a nice shiner to his right eye. The fight hadnt lasted long as Noah's small yet incredibly strong legs had taken him out of the fraw even before the man could raise his fist for a second blow.

It was pay back time. Rolling his shoulders he let himself drop so he was hanging from his hands from the beam, ignoring the soft splinters in his fingers he let himself swing slowly at first and then built up momentum. Once he had a good swing he let go and hit the wall of the barn, that of course was not his intention but he rolled with it and let himself hit the ground hard. He was sure to have a few more good bruises. Luckilly the night's activites were loud enough that no one had noticed and Noah crept slowly towards his prey.

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Half an hour later Noah was 50 coins richer and had earned himself a nice new dagger which had a few small yet inticate carvings on it. He hopped from roof to roof, taking care not to slip or make too much noise. When he reached the meeting place he announced his arrival with a small cough and looked over at the three members of the warband. There were still a few to come andhe was happy he was not the last. "Hello." He lifted his hand in a small wave and then shifted both hands to his pockets and crouched on the edge of the building. He glanced over at Korina and winked at her "Hey Sweetheart" He and Korina both knew she could take him within a few scant seconds but that didnt stop him from bothering her when he could. Noah glanced at Ajax "Good to see you sir..." then to Zulgos "Big guy, Heard some fighting a while back dont suppose you had anything to do with it?" He grinned at him and the turned his head back out towards the city, his eyes searching for the others.

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#2013-04-15 16:34:56, as written by PhantomDespair

The moon light glowed pleasingly between soft clouds of grey. 'Twas the strangest contrast between the sky above and the bar banter and late night ne'er-do-wells slugging each other below. The very buildings themselves were forging a line of safety, the shadowing they offered making the lower portion of everything just the more dangerous. The roof tops however were far easier to use for avoiding everything that was transpiring, and were a beacon of hope to one soul in need of a refuge.

Tetsuya walked alone as he'd become accustomed to doing during the late nights. He couldn't remember the last time the daylight held any sort of interest to him. He could see the moon and that was all that he wanted, the only company he'd had for the last few months. This was about to change however, and the group upon the rooftops were becoming a closer goal on his mind, though this city was still quite alien to him.

He took it upon himself to gain a little extra elevation to aid with the discovering of his position within the large city. Not only would it help him get where he needed to go (He was already late) But it'd help him avoid the fights within the taverns and the like. He'd already seen a fairly large brute of a man helping patrons become accustomed to the floor's comfortable stone, and though he could handle himself.. he'd rather not challenge things too much.

Tetsuya walked up between two buildings, one of the inns and a barn that stood behind it, the latter being comprised primarily of old wood. Brandishing sharp claws, which were a few inches long on his gloves, Tetsuya clambered up the wood, using his spikes to latch onto any small gaps in the wood. It eventually boiled down to latching the claws between two planks that were poorly lined up, and propping his feet on the wall. It took a little while, but considering where he was, it was the best option to reach the higher points on the city. From there it was only a short dash towards his destination. He ran, jumped and climbed to the roof top where he needed to be.

Unlike the others, he was yet to know anyone in any sort of friendly manner, and so upon arriving, his sickly skin hidden aside from his nose downards, he spoke with a voice that matched his apparent afflictions. "Master Ajax. I must appologise for my late arrival, I am not accustomed to this city as of yet." He was as formal as it came, and wasn't used to the casual attitude some of his peers, though what he lacked in friendship, he made up for in his natural skills.

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#2013-04-17 23:00:38, as written by Stilts

Istillo Anselm

"They will be here any moment. You must be patient, especially if you are to ever surpass me some day…"

Something was obscuring one of the windows of the three-story building. A figure, perched precariously on the thin sill. Pushing his back into the left the frame, Istillo kept his seat with one boot up against the opposing side.

"What are you anxious for, apprentice? This is only a simple heist, not a complex shill. Speak, what is on your mind?"

The assassin sat quietly, tearing another piece out of his smoked meat. He surveyed the dirty street below, but his vantage point was not a needed precaution. The streets were long since deserted for warmer interiors as the morning was young, and it's air cold. He was seated here to listen.

It was curious. There were heresy in the southern lands of these two assassins: fearsome tales whispered by careful tongues of rouges and thieves alike, and spat from outraged maws of the guards of those more fortunate… or more corrupt. They seemed to be the dark folk heroes to the common masses, and hated just as fiercely by those of opulent ill repute.

"If this heist is so simple, Master, then why do we require an entire Warband? You and I have undertaken much harder tasks and accomplished them with ease on our own. I do not understand the Master of Shadows and his ridiculous rules."

Istillo snorted. It did seem rather ridiculous; however, the objective was clear to him. Succeeding in a heist, no matter how small, would earn him coins. Coins would earn him food. If the Master's "ridiculous rules" fed him, then he would readily follow them.

"Not all who join the Brotherhood are as naturally skilled as you and I, child. The Master of Shadows knows this more than any. The reason we have been put on this task is to show the recruits the power of the Brotherhood and, with training, what they can become. Our jobs are to simply insure the mission goes smoothly. They will do most of the work..."

So it is a test. Istillo's musing cut short as something flew over his head, casting a brief shadow in the ally below. He went back to chewing on his smoked meat with disinterest. Noah's voice floated down to him. That made four. Where were the other two thieves?

With a quiet sigh, Istillo stuffed the rest of the meat in his mouth, and tied a piece of cloth back around his head to cover the lower half of his face. Standing, he lent back out over the street, and reached up- jumping to grab onto the roof's ledge. Toes finding holds, he pushed off to lift himself up onto his forearms, and to clamber over the side. Another figure was advancing towards the small party just before him. Tetsuya, the thief.

The soft soles of his boots made little noise as his stride slowed before the war band. Stepping into the semi-circle, Istillo joined their ranks. He crossed his arms, looking over the faces of those present, before settling his gaze on the blue eyes that burned under the red cape.

"M'ster," he said quietly, tipping his head in a show of respect.

Istillo's northern accent was strong, but not altogether unintelligible. His pink eyes flicked back to the biggest of their group, eyeing the warrior. He was from the North as well, but until their first meeting, Istillo had never seen one such as him. Largely uneducated and not much more than a vagabond, the assassin had been more than surprised to meet the orcish descendant. He still remained wary of the strange man.

Turning to his left, his eyes fell on the thief Tetsuya.

"Bru'hr. You do not luk vell. 're you ill?" Istillo asked, frowning at the dark bruised-like shadows under the man's eyes.

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#2013-04-18 16:42:25, as written by Mathew Littlepaw

The knight started to become thicker, and the air colder, as they rest of the warband gathered around. It had been hours since Ajax and Korina first arrived, and another 2 hours Zulgos, the first of them, arrived. But who knew how long the Snow Leopard had been there? Finally, off in the distance to the east, the son started to rise over Alvion. From Ajax' estimations, it was about 5 in the morning. The son over started to barely appear over the horizon, peeking only its very end over the world. As iv it was turning its head around a corner, checking to see if there was anyone there. Its light was turned a mix of blood red and gold, and the sky reflected the same color.

"Finally, the Snow Leopard emerges from his hiding spot." Ajax stated, turning his gaze to the Istillo. "Tell me, Northmen, did you really expect I wouldn't have known you were listening? You wound me so..." The assassin stated as he walked towards the western edge of the roof, dismissively. It was the perfect hour for the heist, and Ajax wanted to waste no more time dallying.

"This is our target, Shadows..." Ajax said kneeling down, looking out to the massive spanning city in front of him, lit up with lanterns and lights from city below, and the sun's light above.

In front of the eyes of the warband was the High District, the "rich" part of Alvion. The High District, even at this early hour the city was starting to fill with merchants, nobles, and plain towns-people. The High District was the home of the Market Square, the home of trade in Alvion. Like a creature giving breath for the first time, market stalls and shots started to have their first inhale of costumers, those who wanted to get the early-bird-special, and their exhale of those disappointed with their prices, or what they were selling.

The homes of the High District were a great deference from the meek shacks of the slums, where Ajax had grown up. Unlike in the slums, where the biggest most homes grew was the size of a barn at the most, the houses of the High District were massive. Mansions, like small castles, with their own hired security. These buildings housed the most wealthy people in Alvion, nearly 2% of the entire population of the kingdom.

It had never made sense to Ajax why, when some of the city was still in ruins even after 3000 years from the sack, the wealthy got more, and the poor got less. Nobles who had never done an honest day's worth of work in their lives pranced around, calling themselves Lords and Ladies. Why? Because maybe 1000 years ago their ancestors bought a mine, or a farm, and accumulated wealth off of that, then put it in banks so it would collect interest. The whole district was perfect for a heist... And no one would miss a thing.

Unlike the slums, that had guards patrolling up and down every street, the High District had guards stationed on the entrances to the city, and not that many on the inside. Where the warband was standing was already inside the district, so guards wouldn't bother them all that much.

Standing up and turning to face his warband, Ajax spoke once more, raising his voice a little more because of the bustle of the city below. "Our mission is simple, but necessary. Below us is the High District, and the Market Square. 3 different shops, and one piece of property, have been bad in their dealings with the Brotherhood. They owe us a deal of money, a deal of money we are going to collect."

"The shops are your targets. Tetsuya, your target is a general good's store to the west of here called 'The Spice of Life". The keeper there is an elderly man who had us kill an associate of his to keep his store in business, and hasn't payed up. The man is a master of wit, and will attempt to anger you into doing something drastic. Istillio, your target is a smith-shop to the north of the district, a 20 minute walk from here. A dwarf crafted us a few flimsy swords with iron rather than steel. He is a brute of a man, and a threat when he has an axe in hand.

"Zulgos, Noah." Ajax stated as he turned to face the ork/elf and the boy. "You two have the hard job."

Turning again to face the district, Ajax spoke: "In the center of the square there is a troll merchant by the name of Koh. Koh had a store front to sell gems, and crystals -something trolls are good at collecting naturally-. But these gems are fakes, and he uses them to hide his real products. The troll sells Moon Ale. The drink is something he makes, and his highly illegal in the entire kingdom of Alvion." And in fact is only legal to drink on the north. "Occasionally, the higher warbands of the Brotherhood speak to him to buy some, to celebrate success on a heist or a victory in a battle. Recently, a close acquaintance of mine was prematurely parted from this world from a drink of a batch of poisoned Moon Ale, bought from Koh." After a moment, Ajax spoke again.

"Your job, is to kill Koh. Any way possible, with any means. It is important that the troll is never able to sell the ale again, so you must find out where he keeps it, and then burn it. If you can destroy the rest of the ale, you will be rewarded handsomely... By myself."

Standing up, Ajax walked to his apprentice to address her. "Korina, you and I will investigate the property." Again, Ajax turned to face the team , waving his hands over his hood to remove the effect of the blue eyes, both of them melting away into the blackness of his hood, leaving only the darkness of the hood. "The rest of you. When you are done with your tasks, meet Korina and I back at this spot..."

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#2013-04-19 05:59:43, as written by Onuwa

Noah watched as the last of their little band joined them and he shifted his weight and turned to watch Ajax as he spoke. He settled down, sitting comfortably on the edge of the building, he sat legs folded under him and took in all of the instructions. He smiled when he learned the mission involved thievery and leaned in closer to hear.

He listened to the other instructions and nodded as their respective tasks seemed all good and well, when the time came for Ajax to say his name he found himself paired with Zulgos. Noah glanced over at the giant orc/elf and he supposed he could take comfort in the fact that he would have the big guy there to save the day if he go into a spot of trouble. He listened carefully about the troll and the moon ale and found himself remembering a few tastes of that hallowed drink that he had managed to sneak in before he had been caught, that had been years ago but he had greatly enjoyed it and was eager to try more, his excitement however was dampened when he was told it was poisoned. "Guess no drinks for us." He said softly to himself.

"Your job, is to kill Koh. Any way possible, with any means. It is important that the troll is never able to sell the ale again, so you must find out where he keeps it, and then burn it. If you can destroy the rest of the ale, you will be rewarded handsomely... By myself."
Noah couldn't help but grin as he understood the partnership between him and Zul now and he looked over to see how he was handling the information and then looked back at Ajax who was finishing up his instructions. Once he was done Noah stood up quite gracefully and stepped his way over to Zul. He stood next to him and looked in the direction of the shop. "Uh... I'll hold him... you punch?" he joked knowing very well that would not be the case.

Noah slipped his hands into his pockets and let out a low whistle "Or I guess I could be the distration and you could sneak up behind him and lop his head off. That works too." He said softly to him, "Of course your input is welcome as well." Noah glanced over at him and flashed a smile. " What do you suppose the reward will be?" He was in a talkative mood. Noah didnt know Zul all that well but he was interested in finding more out about him. He looked at him carefully taking in everything.

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#2013-04-19 21:59:08, as written by Kuukakulily

Korina listened a little more patiently as Ajax spoke."Not all who join the Brotherhood are as naturally skilled as you and I, child. The Master of Shadows knows this more than any. The reason we have been put on this task is to show the recruits the power of the Brotherhood and, with training, what they can become. Our jobs are to simply insure the mission goes smoothly. They will do most of the work..." She felt a little more relieved. At least Ajax was understanding of her plight. Korina straightened as the rest of the Warband began to arrive, wanting to appear more authoritative in front of them. As the night drew on into early morning, she got a better look at the mismatched group. The Orc looking man that arrived first could be none other than the tank. He seemed to have the brutish look down. Then there wast he red-haired man who had arrived next that had joked with the Orc. She was unsure of what role he played, though she guess that he was a thief. The man with the covered face had come after, apologizing for being late, though he wasn't the last of the party to arrive. A white-haired man stepped from behind his hiding place not far from where they had gathered. She was certain she had heard a noise in that direction a while ago, but dismissed it as a rodent. she cursed herself inwardly. She was getting rusty.

Ajax began giving instructions on who would be doing what. She had to smirk, he seemed so suited to this new leadership role, though she would not be so foolish to tell him that. She was more than surprised that he had paired the Orc half-breed,Zulgos with the red-haired man, Noah. They certainly seemed an unlikely pair and he had even assigned them the task of killing Koh. She was interested in seeing how well it turned out. Of course she would be going with Ajax to investigate the property. He would not trust anyone else to work with him in such a crucial part. Stealth and a masterful eye were required, both of which she had fine-tuned over the years with Ajax.

She watched as Noah walked over to Zulgos to attempt to strategize. "It's a good start at the very least." She was very anxious to begin, hoping for this whole event to end quickly. She turned to Ajax, waiting for him to lead the way.

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#2013-04-20 02:24:01, as written by 7achary

Zulgos grunted as Ajax spoke. The man wanted to test their versatility, which was good. Each member of the warband was more than accomplished at their chosen role. Now Ajax wanted to test them out of their element. A true leader makes a machine of men,... in small tactics the machine must be versatile and changeable. The founding warlord of Morteron had said that.

The giant halfbreed nodded as Noah spoke, "He's a troll... mayhaps I should hold 'im down."

More than once Zulgos had partaken of the Moon Ale, and it was a rare and much sought after commodity. "You are not unattractive, I think it would be an easy thing for you to put this Troll in a compromisin' position. If ya know what I mean."

Ideally he would be able to question Koh and discover his source, gaining another resource for the Brotherhood. Torture it out of him if need be. But before that would work, they would need the troll isolated and defenseless.

"Noah, let's hit the street, separately o' course, and do a little sleuthin'. I'll find a good place for us to get the jump on 'im and you can learn what you need to convince this Koh that you're his friend."

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Ajax Alterion

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a character in “A Scar in Time: The Brotherhood of Thieves”, as played by Mathew Littlepaw

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