Your support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon) Eladrass yawned and unraveled his long brown braid from his neck and slung it to his back when he awakened early the next morning. His devious, steely-silver eyes opened for the first time and he quickly took note of his surroundings. He relaxed a little when he found himself alone. He didn't really consider it "waking-up", because he didn't really sleep, he waited. Only useless creatures like Humans slept, and useless they were. He'd proven that on multiple occasions. Just recently he'd made a game of cat and mouse out of an entire group of guards. Although he had to admit, he did break a sweat or two, but that was only because of the Adamantine Warforged. They were the ones he was worried about. Humans, however, were a sad excuse for flesh and blood, alas, their faces made great masks!
Eladrass conjured a piece of paper Tifurious had given him, with the names of a few people who could help him escape town. He was sad to leave Stormreach, well, as close to "sad" as Eladrass could get. That last game of cat and mouse caused quite a ruckus and he'd made the mistake of leaving a single shiruken at crime scene, all House Tharask would need to get scent of his trail. House Tharask. . . more human scum. And even worse, some were Half-Human! He respected the Orcs more than he did the humans though. At least they accomplished something fantastic in history, and that didn't consist of sending an entire country halfway to hell. The Orcs had sealed the Daelkyr away, supposedly forever. This, too, saddened Eladrass. He was certain he might have been able to like the Daelkyr, at least more than the puny humans.
He shook his head, "Sad day", he muttered to himself in his race's elegant language. Yet Eladrass had a knack for turning elegant and graceful things into deadly and terrifying things, and he was sure these couple of words would raise hair on most. His mere presence usually drew attention, partially because he was an elf, and partially because he was from Aerenal, and every inch of skin reminded people of that. This didn't help him much in his area of expertise, being a Hired killer, an assassin, he wanted to keep a low profile. Thankfully he had been able to invest in a certain, wide-brimmed, purple hat with a red feather latched to it. This was no ordinary wide-brimmed, purple hat with a red feather latched to it though, this hat could change his appearance at will, a useful power when subterfuge was of great importance but it didn't stop him from causing a ruckus however. . .
In the last mission he had accepted he flooded the entire first floor of a Coin Lord's mansion with a little moss of his called 'Brown Mold'. This deadly stuff was like any ordinary moss except it eminiated cold, lots of it. And even better, when heated by, lets say, a tindertwig, it rapidly doubles it's size. You can only imagine what happened when the mold made it's way towards the boiler! Ka-BOOM! Brown mold all over the 1st floor. Eladrass still didn't see what Tifurious' big deal was. It was just a little mold. He got the job done, didn't he? The Coin Lord was dead! Eladrass didn't know of any other assassin that could have accomplished the mission. And still, they didn't know who had done it, it would take WEEKS before they would be able to retrieve the shuriken he'd left in the Coin Lord's neck. They would have quite a hard time retrieveing that thing. He'd hire an agent of the Shadow network to retrieve it when the mold had cleared. It'd cost him a pretty penny for a puny shuriken, but it's better than having his identity expose.
Eladrass returned to the scrip in his hand. "Alexander" it read. Eladrass wasn't sure he'd heard the name before, but they were to meet at the Stormreach docks, a place Eladrass knew well. His wide-brimmed hat slowly shaped itself into a silver comb and Eladrass was now standing as a stunning elven maiden with silver flowing hair and serious blue eyes that seemed to shimmer in the few rays of sunlight that escaped Stormreach's cloudy sky. Her hips swayed gracefully, and her steps calculated and quiet, as her graceful stride took her to the Stormreach dockyards.
Eladrass conjured a piece of paper Tifurious had given him, with the names of a few people who could help him escape town. He was sad to leave Stormreach, well, as close to "sad" as Eladrass could get. That last game of cat and mouse caused quite a ruckus and he'd made the mistake of leaving a single shiruken at crime scene, all House Tharask would need to get scent of his trail. House Tharask. . . more human scum. And even worse, some were Half-Human! He respected the Orcs more than he did the humans though. At least they accomplished something fantastic in history, and that didn't consist of sending an entire country halfway to hell. The Orcs had sealed the Daelkyr away, supposedly forever. This, too, saddened Eladrass. He was certain he might have been able to like the Daelkyr, at least more than the puny humans.
He shook his head, "Sad day", he muttered to himself in his race's elegant language. Yet Eladrass had a knack for turning elegant and graceful things into deadly and terrifying things, and he was sure these couple of words would raise hair on most. His mere presence usually drew attention, partially because he was an elf, and partially because he was from Aerenal, and every inch of skin reminded people of that. This didn't help him much in his area of expertise, being a Hired killer, an assassin, he wanted to keep a low profile. Thankfully he had been able to invest in a certain, wide-brimmed, purple hat with a red feather latched to it. This was no ordinary wide-brimmed, purple hat with a red feather latched to it though, this hat could change his appearance at will, a useful power when subterfuge was of great importance but it didn't stop him from causing a ruckus however. . .
In the last mission he had accepted he flooded the entire first floor of a Coin Lord's mansion with a little moss of his called 'Brown Mold'. This deadly stuff was like any ordinary moss except it eminiated cold, lots of it. And even better, when heated by, lets say, a tindertwig, it rapidly doubles it's size. You can only imagine what happened when the mold made it's way towards the boiler! Ka-BOOM! Brown mold all over the 1st floor. Eladrass still didn't see what Tifurious' big deal was. It was just a little mold. He got the job done, didn't he? The Coin Lord was dead! Eladrass didn't know of any other assassin that could have accomplished the mission. And still, they didn't know who had done it, it would take WEEKS before they would be able to retrieve the shuriken he'd left in the Coin Lord's neck. They would have quite a hard time retrieveing that thing. He'd hire an agent of the Shadow network to retrieve it when the mold had cleared. It'd cost him a pretty penny for a puny shuriken, but it's better than having his identity expose.
Eladrass returned to the scrip in his hand. "Alexander" it read. Eladrass wasn't sure he'd heard the name before, but they were to meet at the Stormreach docks, a place Eladrass knew well. His wide-brimmed hat slowly shaped itself into a silver comb and Eladrass was now standing as a stunning elven maiden with silver flowing hair and serious blue eyes that seemed to shimmer in the few rays of sunlight that escaped Stormreach's cloudy sky. Her hips swayed gracefully, and her steps calculated and quiet, as her graceful stride took her to the Stormreach dockyards.