Dastil (the dastardly) Darkblade was laying down atop the roof of a bakery in a small town by the name of Therilio. It was night time, but the town was fairly visible thanks to the full moon shining bright in the cloudless sky. Dastil had a crossbow resting on a small stand on the top of the building with the crosshairs aimed at the door of the tavern across the street> The tavern was called the "winking wizard" and it was a popular hangout, or a local merchant. Dastil had seen the merchant go in their earlier, and all he had to do now was wait for him to come. Dastil was very patient, and though he had been waiting all night, he has not relaxed his vigilance for even a second. Just then the fat merchant stumbled out through the doorway into the street. He stopped to grab the wall for a moment, most likely to try and keep his balance. The merchant had a habit of getting a little too drunk most of the time. As he held on to the wall Dastil quickly adjusted the aim of his crossbow. He poured a small vial over the tip of the arrow, and then focused on the merchant. The merchant seemed quit surprised when he suddenly found and arrow protruding from his throat. He collapsed to the ground, clutching the arrow protruding from his ruined windpipe. Just then another customer, a local village girl, came out of the inn. When she saw the growing pool of blood and the poor merchant clutching an arrow coming through his throat, all she could do was scream in terror. With that blood curdling scream everyone came rushing out of the inn, wanting to see what happened. By the time somone looked up at the roof of the bakery, there was nothing there. No trace of the murder was ever found.
A few days later, in the city of baldurs gate on the sword coast,
Dastil entered a dark building on an abandonded street corner. The building was empty save for a huge crate in the middle of it. Dastil walked up and looked at the crate, he disarmed 3 traps, and then opened the crate, inside was a bag. Dastil carried the bag all the way to his hideout, which was in the basement of an warehouse that he owned in the slums district. He opened the bag and pulled out what was in it. A pair of magical boots and large pouch of platinum pieces. Joram took of his boots and put the new boots on. Once he put them on his feet they fitted to his size immediately. Dastil smiled, there were advantages to being a hired assassin.
OOC: guess what this thread is about. i gave up on jorams final score and i am going to try this new approach to non-traditional story telling. I need other players to give me jobs to pull, and hopefully others that try to stop me. its pretty much AD&D 2nd edition based, but open for interpretation. only real rule is have fun.
[ 10-02-2002, 07:12 PM: Message edited by: AzRaeL StoRmBlaDe ]