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The Western Guild Ward belongs to the Achaz; their headquarters and the locations of their affiliated guilds - like the Eylmas Order - are also located here. To enter without invitation would be suicide...

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#2012-05-07 00:59:39, as written by TakingElysium

Like Nefarious, this woman swallowed in black leather and dark mithril also preferred the nocturnal hours. Her monikers did not come to be tongued for her daylight cameo appearances. Even within the bright all-seeing eyes of the day, were there pockets riddled with shallow black shades. Those places would be deeply embedded in the plethora of alleyways that made up the network in which the assassins often used if they must orchestrate their skill sets in the day. It was not often, but one would never know when their next coin would come lulling their blades with hunger.

The thick cloth that adorned her was light, as was her meager armor; blades tucked within sheaths, or hanging from a crossed belt at the slopes of her waist. Nothing short of her eyes would find the vision of others, even her own guild members in the Achaz. Her ears did not cater to rumors, thus all spoken and drifting ill through the city with no truth, was not given the honor of her attention. The common populace was hardly in a position to sing the tales of their dastardly deeds. Most never laid eyes on a thing, and if they did.... well, the gods best be on their side. Then again, none would really believe anything said, regardless of it being fact or fiction. The tales spun around the guilds of assassins were ugly, and monstrous - as if no purpose would be had.

She often asked herself the same thing. What was the purpose?

Fleeting feet skimmed through the alley ways, rooftops, and every once in a while when none were looking, she would dip into the street unwatched. At most, anyone of the citizens of Daggerford would only be met with the dash of cardinal cloth before she was again emerged in the belly of shadows. Nefarious was no longer at such a distance from the Shadow Walker. It was not that she was being tailed for violence, but out of curiosity instead. There may be no fruit in wandering close to the woman's own quiet steps, but Umbra had fallen under a spell of boredom recently. Swift deeds were just that - swift and vapid with its ease. There was a reason that the Achaz was the best, and she had complete faith that they would never be dominated by Sethur's Hand, or anyone else for that matter.

In words plagued in mystery, she spoke as she closed in on Nefarious' space, "Out in the daylight hours? How strange." It sounded like a personal musing, but it was nonetheless directed toward the woman who seemed to be hasty with her direction. She descended a minuscule height from a rooftop, then allowed the slender length of her back to idle against the hard surface of a wall. The Shadow Walker was built differently from most females; meager feminine curves, and robust musculature. She enjoyed the use of things that required true physical power to be honed, like heavy hammers and bulky maces. She believed in the power of pure strength, and that a blade could always be disarmed from a worthy opponent. So, without relying always on the use of argentine, if you pit her up against a man with nothing but her body, she could easily crush him. There was much merit in such abilities, even if that meant she had to take away from her womanly appearance. She was completely shrouded when she went out, so it was not like any of that mattered anyway.

Even through the mithril shield hiding her face, her words were strong and drifting. There was not conversation expected from Nefarious, as she could be described as keeping to herself, but there was no harm in making the attempt. If anything, she may use the help on whatever she was tasked to do. If anything at all. However, this did not seem like some careless stroll through Daggerford's treacherous veins. There had to be some reason. It was none of her business, and Umbra would not inquire as to what motivation set her feet to animation.

Snippet #1934357

located in Western Guild Ward, a part of Daggerford, one of the many universes on RPG.

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