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Zulgos Jaffar

A hardened criminal and thug.

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a character in “A Scar in Time: The Brotherhood of Thieves”, as played by 7achary

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Zulgos Jaffar
Tank

"Your friends didn't even put up a fight. I'm pleasantly surprised."
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Full Name:Zulgos Jaffar
Age: 35
Appearance: It's hard to tell whether Zulgos is of elven or orcish descent, it's unlikely he knows himself. His pointed ears are jagged from a hard, violent life. Both are pierced. His nose is crooked and hawk like, having been broken more than once. Yellow, predatory eyes peer out from beneath thick eyebrows. Zulgos is one one of the few men that stands taller than Ajax at a towering 6'8. While lean by orcish standards his bulging muscles deter all but the most foolhardy of enemies. On his chest and left shoulder is a red brand depicting curling flames. His calloused hands are like spades.

He is prone to wearing thick leathers with hanging cloths, the style of bandits and duelists. His golden hoop earings shine brightly, almost matching his sharp and yellowed teeth that jut from his massive jaw. His brown hair is surprisingly fine, though greased rather than washed, and pushed back from his face. Thick, shaggy sideburns frame his face. His grayish skin, not quite the green of orcs nor the pale white of elves tends to put members of all races a little off.

Personality: Zulgos seems to be an arrogant and brutish thug to those that don't know him well. For those that do, they know he also has a mean streak of loyalty. More than once he's put himself in the path of certain death for his comrades. Zulgos is stubborn and contrary when aggravated. Violent and confrontational when angered. His temper has set him to be bailed out of more than one cell the next morning by an unhappy member of his Warband.

Like anyone is the Three Kingdoms, Zulgos enjoys a strong drink and a bawdy tavern. A good brawl and sweet lass on his knee after. Authority figures and those that think themselves better then the halfbreed bravo garner his immediate ire. Zulgos is surprisingly well read and prefers the texts of warlords and general kings. He finds adventure stories and tales of high magick boring.

Fighting style: When in combat Zulgos makes use of the curved sword as his main weapon, slashing at opponents and deflecting blows. The scimitar is his "control" weapon, allowing him versatility and defense. The dirk is where danger lies, it's pointed tip has been tapered to punch through most armor and is still thin enough to slip between ribs. Zulgos must constantly care for this weapon lest it lose it's edge or tip.

Both of his blades being smaller, Zulgos likes to close in for combat. While there are three pointed throwing daggers on his person, they are a last resort or a distraction at best. He prefers to close and deal with opponents two or three at a time. His kills are not as quick as an assassins, but he can keep more than a few guards occupied.

Main weapons: On his left hip he carries a curved short sword, a plain and purely functional weapon at odds with his often gaudy attire. The narrow dirk resting horizontally on his belt, right below his back, has a single red gem set in it's black leather wrapped pommel.

Secondary weapons: Three pointed throwing daggers, tapered to punch through armor.

Skills: Intimidation. Few can look Zulgos in the eye, crowds part as he passes and guardsman look down. His very presence is enough to stop some confrontations. Labor. Zulgos can dig a shallow 30 ft long ditch in under an hour. He can carry as much weight as a pack mule for a short distance. He can tie more knots than most know exist. Craft. Zulgos is not a master craftsman, but he is a fair one. Appraisal. Zulgos can't make masterpieces, but he can spot them.

Personal secret: Zulgos betrayed his fellow clan members in Tremora, leaving his partner to die.

History: The orphanages of Tremora are filled with the children of dead clanners and fallen houses. In Tremora there are clans constantly warring over territory and resources in the slums and surrounding villages. These clans are subcontracted by the ruling houses to fight their battles. In the rare times that a house falls, whether through betrayal or their own devices, major clans will battle for years to take their place. Whether Zulgos father and mother were from a fallen house or if they were just unlucky clanners he will never know.

The orphanages of Tremora are little better than chain gangs, making the children pay society back for housing and feeding them. At fiteen Zulgos, already massiv and doing the physical labor of two mene, was noticed by a passing clanner chief. Three weeks later Zulgos pulled his first job by robbing a rival clan's trade caravan, shortly after he was inducted into the Fire Eaters.

Over the next number of years Zulgos became a prominent member fo the Fire Eaters, a recognizable and feared enforcer. His partner and best friend was another boy from the orphanages, a human names Lazlo. Lazlo could talk anyone into anything. They made a good team. Lazlo made more waves than Zulgos, his silvertongue paving the way for their rise in station. Others took notice of this, and the bounties on Lazlo head became outrageous for a mere clanner. Each attempt was thwarted by Zulgos day after day, year after year. Until, the money became too good. One night, after he and Lazlo had a few drinks, Zulgos pushed his childhood friend off the high parapets of a tower into the roaring chasm below.

When he went to collect his fee there was a disagreement on the amount owed and Zulgos killed the man that had hired hi, taking the gold that was rightfully his. A few days later soldiers from both the Fire Eaters and House Triskelion burst through the doors of the brothel he was occupying. Bleary eyed, he shoved the women out of his bed and reached for a blade only to see Lazlo, bruised and furious. "I will give you a kindness you denied me."

Later, in a prison work camp, Zulgos learned the man he had killed was an agent of House Triskelion. Not that it mattered. Wasting time on petty revenge plots would get him nowhere. After his first two years, and multiple failed escape attempts, Zulgos met an older man with a book on the warlords that founded the four cities. Zulgos had thought there were only three cities, and over the next decade he would learn much, much more.

The old man was a recruiter for the Brotherhood and in that decade of imprisonment and tutelage Zulgos and his peers surpassed all the others. The final test was escape, and while the others preffered a more subtle approach... Zulgos left a trails of bodies and many raoaring fires behind him.

Traveling with his Warband over the years and tempered Zulgos somewhat. Some say Ajax holds his leash, but Zulgos finds he enjoys his new life. He betrayed a friends once, and it cost him everything. Now he has found his loyalties.

So begins...

Zulgos Jaffar's Story

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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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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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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.

***

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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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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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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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Istillo Anselm Character Portrait: Zulgos Jaffar Character Portrait: Korina Artanis Character Portrait: Tetsuya Storm Character Portrait: Ajax Alterion
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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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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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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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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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Kay listened as the Zul said that maybe he should be the one holding the troll which Noah punched him, this made him snort. He was a dreamer but he knew there was no way he could best up a troll. The thought of him pounding a creature who could easily crush his head in a matter of moments made him laugh. He shook his head and ran a hand down his face as Zul suggested that he should try and get close to Koh and he rubbed his chin and nodded. "I can do that." he agreed.

Zul went and suggested that they would split up getting information and finding an idea place. "ok." Noah walked to the edge of the building and he stood there quite comfortably and said "shall we meet up for drinks at the wailing siren down there in 24 hours?" he pointed down at a shady looking bar just down below them. He looked back at Zul and saluted "see you later." he hopped of the building and landed on the roof of the one below and ran for the next roof and propelled himself forward. He moved from roof to roof until he was in the edge of the square. He crouched looking over Koh's establishment the stood in the center of the area and then began to scale down the building. He whistled softly as he slipped his hood off and tried to make himself appear more presentable. Then he walked condfidantly into the square and walked on over to a vendor that was attempting to sell a few trinkets of the 'rare' variety. He saw Noah and immediately sprung into a long speech about an object that looked much like a tea pot.

He spurted all kinds of nonsense of it being a good luck charm and you just need to hold it like so, and the god would bless you a thousand times over. Noah waited patiently as the man somberly went into it's dark history and then offered to sell the most valuable piece for a nice price of 20 gold. Noah had been expecting a ridiculous offer and he smiled at the man and said "tell you what. You tell me all you can about the troll Koh who runs that place..." he pointed "and I'll add on ten gold." money talked, Noah knew that every man had a price and clearly he had found this vendors amount.

He grinned as the man launched into yet another big long story about the troll.

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The sun had started to climb higher and higher into the sky as the band of thieves positioned themselves across the High District. The air was still lightly chilled, but slowly started to warm within the sun's heat. It's light had reached the city streets by now, and now had almost completely robbed the warband of their element. It was Ajax's plan all along, to rob the warband of their most powerful element: Surprise. But little had they any knowledge of the larger heist they were about to preform, in broad daylight.

Separated from one another, the thieves had found their locations and had started their jobs. Slowly rising up from kneeling, Ajax turned to his apprentice. It was time for the both of them to find their location for the heist. Moving back a few feet on the roof, Ajax pushed himself forward and pushed with a grunt off of the roof, over the wide city street. With no effort, Ajax's hands grasped the ledge of the building across from them -a good 10 foot jump-. After raising himself up with ease, Ajax lowered himself onto the roof of the other building, reaching his hand down to the ground and his palm out towards his apprentice. Giving her a target for her to jump too.

Tetsuya


The upper floor of the small shop was the keeper's small apartment. Like most shops in the city, it consisted of 3 floors: The ground floor, which was where the merchandise, and business transactions were. The floor below that was usually a stockroom, a storage area, or a seller for more... Luxurious items such as wines, expensive ales, and perhaps a dash of your illegal goods. Then, the floor above the ground floor: The apartment, where the keeper would live. While most of the time this acted like a part-time house, it could be easily lived permanently... Depending on the success of the shop.

The apartment was void of live, with no noise or sounds of life. From what it sounded like, the shopkeeper was either downstairs opening up the shop, or simply not home all together. The small raised bed had clean sheets, and looked like it had been made recently. Next to the bed was a small nightstand, with a cup and bottle of wine on top of it. The keeper had slept here recently, but where was he? From the downstairs level, he could make out the sound of footsteps... Climbing the stairs to the level he was on.


Istillio


The small shop the Northman found himself in was... Small. Compact. His head just barely under the ceiling by a foot or 2. The shop went about 20 feet back, and must have been only 10-12 feet wide. In front of him -in the middle of the room- was the foundry, a massive circle made of pieces of cobblestone, that had risen 2-3 feet above ground. Inside of the circle were fractals of coal, and parts of broken metals that had been chipped away from swords, and other weaponry. Inside of the coals were the light embers of the fire within it warming up.

Above the foundry was a vent, made of wood. While the foundry was active, the vent would take the smoke and let it out of the shop. Behind the foundry stood a rack of weapons, at a right angle to the floor. On the rack were spears, daggers, throwing knives, but also larger weapons; like warhammers, and greatswords. Each one of them carried the prowess of excellent dwarven craft. While the swords and daggers looked excellent, it was the larger weapons that looked like they had time put into them. They were massive, and well decorated. They were the work of master hands, hands that had created hundreds -if not thousands- of the same weapons before.

Suddenly, as Istillio walked forward into the shop, he spotted through the corner of his eye a dwarf standing to his left, ontop of a flight of stairs that lead to the next level up. As he turned to look at the short man, the dwarf smiled and threw his arms wide open as he walked down the stairs.

"Velcom!" The dwarf shouted welcomingly as he waddled down the stairs. He was short, yet massive at the same time. While being only 4-and-a-half to 5 feet tall, his shoulder width must have been the same length. The dwarf was wearing a while shirt underneath a black, leather blacksmith apron. His arms were massive, and thick like tree trunks. In Istillio's mind, he looked like a small mountain. The hair on his head was long and red, with burned patches and black spots in a few spots from the forge. His face, from what Istillo could tell, was square-ish with 2 small blue eyes hidden under thick red brows. But the most prominent part of the dwarf was by far... his beard.

His beard was the same color as his hair, a thick red, with the same texture. But instead it looked more well-kept than his hair. At least a foot in length from his chin to the end, it was a symbol of his strength and fortitude -as it is to most dwarves-. But even from the dwarves Istillio had met in the north, this mans beard was by far the greatest.

With a crack akin to thunder, the dwarf lowered himself to the final step of the stairs so the both of them were on the same level. Now at -almost- eye level, Istillio could see the massive smile on the dwarves face. Welcoming, and friendly. Reaching his hand out, the dwarve's voice boomed out once more.

"Velcom, dea' friend! V'what brings ye' to me humble found'r'y?" Much like Istillio, the dwarf carried a thick strong accent of the north, making since because of most of the north being ruled by the race. In fact, the dwarven language was the most common language in all of the north, Istillio's native language.

With a proud, thrust of his hand forward, he took the assassin's hand into a strong grip and shook it tightly, welcoming Istillio to his shop.

The Troll


(To be done)