06-21-2011, 10:13 PM
Warning: Not for the faint of heart.
It had taken Vyndus several hours as he walked along Tirisfal Glades in his black leather armor. He sighs as he checks the map again for the tenth time even though he was positive he was in the right location since the fifth time. He checked up on his daggers and armor again for the fifth time. His daggers were coated with a debilitating poison that would, with a large enough dosage, cause the victim so slowly suffocate to death. He sighs as he checks the letter again. A Sindorei defector that had declared he wanted nothing to do with Silvermoon. This client seemed to hate traitors, going as far as to provide the location of the elf's hideout and daily schedule for him. Vyndus snickered at the though and shook his head. He snaps back to attention as the elf walks into the path. Five seconds was all it took. The elf walked straight into a landmine, blowing off a leg and severely burning the other. He crumpled onto the ground screaming in pain. Another second passed by as Vyndus pressed a button from his vantage point. Four mechanized bows started to fire into the area, covering the ground and the man with arrows. He continues to give off bloodcurdling screams as he slowly bleeds all over the ground. Hopping off the tree, Vyndus casually walks over to the dying man. Their eyes lock for a moment, the man's face showing fear and desperation as he hurls strings of curses and swears at the other man. Vyndus sighs once, shaking his head slightly and crouches down as he draws his dagger and begins to slice through the elfs throat. Blood pours out as the arteries and veins are severed by the blade until the head is severed. Vyndus slowly gets to his feet as he pulls out a length of barbed wire from his bag and ties a noose around the other man's leg. After several minutes he manages to hang the man from a tree. He smiles slightly as he observes the man, headless and bleeding out, swaying slightly in the air and walks away smiling as he undoes his mask. After several hours, he walks into the man's hideout and begins to loot whatever he can find. He pauses for a few seconds as he finds a silver cross. He smirks as he tosses it back onto the ground, setting the place on fire and starting his journey home.
"Forgive me, for I have sinned."
It had taken Vyndus several hours as he walked along Tirisfal Glades in his black leather armor. He sighs as he checks the map again for the tenth time even though he was positive he was in the right location since the fifth time. He checked up on his daggers and armor again for the fifth time. His daggers were coated with a debilitating poison that would, with a large enough dosage, cause the victim so slowly suffocate to death. He sighs as he checks the letter again. A Sindorei defector that had declared he wanted nothing to do with Silvermoon. This client seemed to hate traitors, going as far as to provide the location of the elf's hideout and daily schedule for him. Vyndus snickered at the though and shook his head. He snaps back to attention as the elf walks into the path. Five seconds was all it took. The elf walked straight into a landmine, blowing off a leg and severely burning the other. He crumpled onto the ground screaming in pain. Another second passed by as Vyndus pressed a button from his vantage point. Four mechanized bows started to fire into the area, covering the ground and the man with arrows. He continues to give off bloodcurdling screams as he slowly bleeds all over the ground. Hopping off the tree, Vyndus casually walks over to the dying man. Their eyes lock for a moment, the man's face showing fear and desperation as he hurls strings of curses and swears at the other man. Vyndus sighs once, shaking his head slightly and crouches down as he draws his dagger and begins to slice through the elfs throat. Blood pours out as the arteries and veins are severed by the blade until the head is severed. Vyndus slowly gets to his feet as he pulls out a length of barbed wire from his bag and ties a noose around the other man's leg. After several minutes he manages to hang the man from a tree. He smiles slightly as he observes the man, headless and bleeding out, swaying slightly in the air and walks away smiling as he undoes his mask. After several hours, he walks into the man's hideout and begins to loot whatever he can find. He pauses for a few seconds as he finds a silver cross. He smirks as he tosses it back onto the ground, setting the place on fire and starting his journey home.
"Forgive me, for I have sinned."