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Gavin strode silently through the streets, the blacks of his leathers and flowing cloak blending him perfectly with the shadows. He slid through the door of the apothecary at exactly midnight, as instructed, and moved behind the counter, opening the trapdoor to the cellar below.
Beneath the streets of the town, the hidden passageways leading to the fabled Assassins' Guild were not the wet rock of sewers or the rough dirt of dungeons; walls were carved stone, intricate, swirling patterns carved into each one, and the floors were made up of perfectly carved blocks of gleaming obsidian. And almost each block of stone and obsidian held a lethal trap for those who didn't know where to step. Luckily, Gavin did.
As always, the path to main chamber was completely empty; Guild business was conducted in the streets and taverns, and rarely were other assassins present unless, like Gavin, summoned for an audience with the Grand Mistress.
Before he'd even moved within 50 yards of the main chamber, she spoke. "You've returned," said Piper from the darkness of the room beyond, her voice both high-pitched and sultry, a combination that sent a thrill through Gavin's spine.
Shaking his head and smiling, he strode in Piper's chamber, finding the tiny gnome bent over an equally tiny table, scratching away with a feathered quill onto a sheet of parchment. Her cloak was hanging on a nail on the wall, revealing Piper's athletic curvy body, thigh high black leather boots with matching corset and thong - the latter barely visibly between her plump, pale cheeks as she remained leaning forward, her back to him.
"You have it, then," she said absently, not bothering to look back at him.
"I do," he replied. He unhooked a pouch from his belt and tossed it onto the small table.
After a moment, she turned her head slightly to study the pouch, her silver hair tucked loosely into a pair of messy buns at either side of her head. "This is the proof?"
"Aye, Mistress," the young assassin replied. "The ambassador's rings, with fingers still attached, as you requested."
She finally turned to face him, leaning back against the table with her small hands pressed to the edge, jutting her heavy breasts forward, the skimpy black corset barely containing them. At her waist hung a loose belt, to wickedly sharp daggers adorning each hip. She smiled at him, her steel gray eyes sparkling even in the gloom of the chamber. "This was the final test, and a difficult one. Welcome, Gavin, to the Assassin's Guild."
He bowed slightly. "I will serve you in all things, Grand Mistress."
"I know," she said in the high, sexy voice. She pushed herself away from the table and moved toward the enormous oak chair at the back of the room. "Just as you know what the final rite of initiation is, I assume."
Gavin swallowed hard as he studied the perfect sway of Piper's hips, the graceful movements of her tiny body reminding him that in every way that this beautiful gnome had mastered the art of murder. He watched her climb up onto the oak throne with the dexterity of a cat. Long ago, the throne had been carved for another Grandmaster of the Assassins' Guild, a powerfully built half-orc - whom a young Assassins' Guild member named Piper had, if legends were true, seduced and murdered in his sleep almost a century ago - and compared to the diminutive frame of the Grand Mistress it seemed almost cavernous. She seemed to enjoy that.
"I do, Mistress," he said at least, trying to repress a grin as he licked his suddenly dry lips.
"Good." She spread her lithe thighs, letting him stare at the black leather of the thong that barely covered her, then she pointed down between those thighs in both invitation and command. "Come, then."
Looking for someone to play Piper against my character via Instant Messenger. Doesn't have to be this exact idea, but am looking for someone to play this exact plot- definitely open to ideas, as long as someone is playing pretty, deadly little Piper.
As a wasteland drifter, I've stayed on my own and kept to myself. There aren't many people left in the Commonwealth you can trust. Raiders, mutants, opportunists - everyone's out to take what they can from the weak. And those you can trust, you may not be able to trust for long. So I've stuck to myself, scraping by a lonely survival any way I can. But sometimes, you need friends to survive in the Wastes..
Till I came across a synth - a female at that. Passable for human in every way..
May flesh this out later. Looking for a female to play a synthetic human for adult play. Bonus if you know anything about Fallout, but definitely isn't required!
I play by IMs - Skype, GChat, AIM - send me a PM. Have a great day!
- ------Grand Mistress of Assassins------
Gavin strode silently through the streets, the blacks of his leathers and flowing cloak blending him perfectly with the shadows. He slid through the door of the apothecary at exactly midnight, as instructed, and moved behind the counter, opening the trapdoor to the cellar below.
Beneath the streets of the town, the hidden passageways leading to the fabled Assassins' Guild were not the wet rock of sewers or the rough dirt of dungeons; walls were carved stone, intricate, swirling patterns carved into each one, and the floors were made up of perfectly carved blocks of gleaming obsidian. And almost each block of stone and obsidian held a lethal trap for those who didn't know where to step. Luckily, Gavin did.
As always, the path to main chamber was completely empty; Guild business was conducted in the streets and taverns, and rarely were other assassins present unless, like Gavin, summoned for an audience with the Grand Mistress.
Before he'd even moved within 50 yards of the main chamber, she spoke. "You've returned," said Piper from the darkness of the room beyond, her voice both high-pitched and sultry, a combination that sent a thrill through Gavin's spine.
Shaking his head and smiling, he strode in Piper's chamber, finding the tiny gnome bent over an equally tiny table, scratching away with a feathered quill onto a sheet of parchment. Her cloak was hanging on a nail on the wall, revealing Piper's athletic curvy body, thigh high black leather boots with matching corset and thong - the latter barely visibly between her plump, pale cheeks as she remained leaning forward, her back to him.
"You have it, then," she said absently, not bothering to look back at him.
"I do," he replied. He unhooked a pouch from his belt and tossed it onto the small table.
After a moment, she turned her head slightly to study the pouch, her silver hair tucked loosely into a pair of messy buns at either side of her head. "This is the proof?"
"Aye, Mistress," the young assassin replied. "The ambassador's rings, with fingers still attached, as you requested."
She finally turned to face him, leaning back against the table with her small hands pressed to the edge, jutting her heavy breasts forward, the skimpy black corset barely containing them. At her waist hung a loose belt, to wickedly sharp daggers adorning each hip. She smiled at him, her steel gray eyes sparkling even in the gloom of the chamber. "This was the final test, and a difficult one. Welcome, Gavin, to the Assassin's Guild."
He bowed slightly. "I will serve you in all things, Grand Mistress."
"I know," she said in the high, sexy voice. She pushed herself away from the table and moved toward the enormous oak chair at the back of the room. "Just as you know what the final rite of initiation is, I assume."
Gavin swallowed hard as he studied the perfect sway of Piper's hips, the graceful movements of her tiny body reminding him that in every way that this beautiful gnome had mastered the art of murder. He watched her climb up onto the oak throne with the dexterity of a cat. Long ago, the throne had been carved for another Grandmaster of the Assassins' Guild, a powerfully built half-orc - whom a young Assassins' Guild member named Piper had, if legends were true, seduced and murdered in his sleep almost a century ago - and compared to the diminutive frame of the Grand Mistress it seemed almost cavernous. She seemed to enjoy that.
"I do, Mistress," he said at least, trying to repress a grin as he licked his suddenly dry lips.
"Good." She spread her lithe thighs, letting him stare at the black leather of the thong that barely covered her, then she pointed down between those thighs in both invitation and command. "Come, then."
Looking for someone to play Piper against my character via Instant Messenger. Doesn't have to be this exact idea, but am looking for someone to play this exact plot- definitely open to ideas, as long as someone is playing pretty, deadly little Piper.
- ------The Wasteland Drifter and his Synth Companion------
As a wasteland drifter, I've stayed on my own and kept to myself. There aren't many people left in the Commonwealth you can trust. Raiders, mutants, opportunists - everyone's out to take what they can from the weak. And those you can trust, you may not be able to trust for long. So I've stuck to myself, scraping by a lonely survival any way I can. But sometimes, you need friends to survive in the Wastes..
Till I came across a synth - a female at that. Passable for human in every way..
May flesh this out later. Looking for a female to play a synthetic human for adult play. Bonus if you know anything about Fallout, but definitely isn't required!