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Assasin and Warrior ((ATTN: Calaun))


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Dhjorn tracked through the northern wasteland known as the blight, his daggers drawn at his sides. His lithe frame making not a noise upon even the decaying foliage he walked upon. He was on his own, his father upon an assignment, and he had been excruciatingly bored with sitting around in that cave all day, practicing with the weapons he had taken from that cursed cat-mawed mutt. He honestly doubted that he could slay even one seasoned human in open combat, but he thought he could run through a farmhouse with little difficulty.

 

Those days were still a long way off, and he doubted he would ever find himself working his death upon a simple farmhouse. No, he was destined for far greater things, the Myrddraall knew that in every fiber of his pale flesh. He was Dhjin'nen, and though it sickened him to think of himself as part of the trolloc brood, he accepted that his tribe would serve him well in years to come. Who better to kill from the shadows than one who would eventually walk them? His gaze alone would one day paralyze his foes, removing their ability to call for help, or even scream as twin daggers lodged themselves in his mark's chest.

 

All of that however, was a long way off. For now, he was practicing his tracking abilities. He knew there was a small group of trollocs who had been separated from the group. He had seen them wander off, chasing something that looked edible through the brush of the blight. The Fade had found the trail easily enough, but it led him continuously northward, away from the relative safety of his camp. He knew he should turn back, but refused. His pride would not allow paranoia, however real the danger may be, to get the better of him.

 

Dhjorn heard a rustle off to the side, and turned to face it, having to wonder if it was simply a plant feasting upon a meal, or something else hiding behind the trees. He silently back peddled, leaving the trolloc trail and hiding in the brush, his daggers drawn and ears straining to hear any noise. One could never be too sure if the bush one hid behind would try to make a meal out of you, though as a fade he was partially protected. Excluding one tribe, not even trollocs would eat their pasty dead flesh.

 

Thank the Great Lord for small blessings...

 

((Alright, I'll leave it open for Jeh. Come up the trail, or run something down and chuck your axe at it, I don't care lol. Have fun with it. ;)))

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Calaun walked through the sparse growth, eyeing the ground as if she expected it to open up and try to swallow her whole. Judging by the run in with some of the local plant life, she wouldn't be surprised if it could. Her axe rested on her shoulder, but if even one of those plants budged by an inch she'd swing her axe at it faster than it could have said 'It was a breeze'. Not that it could talk, but she couldn't care less.

 

More movement appeared in the corner of her eye, and she spotted the prey she had been hunting on. WIth the lightning quick reactions that a Myrddraal was known for, she bolted to her target, bringing her axe down to slice a helpless fly cleanly in two. As she picked up the two halves, she noticed Dhjorn standing a bit further away, and sighed. Great, more bad luck.

 

- "...I know what you're thinking, so don't. Let's just say it has to do with a crazy Bhan'sheen shaman, and training."

 

Pocketing the two fly halves, she kept looking at the other Myrddraal, daring him to laugh at her. She glanced briefly at the two daggers at his side, and frowned slightly at his weapon of choice. Whatever comments she had she kept to herself, however, at least for the moment.

 

 

Calaun Ontrix Seyr

...Myrddraal

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The Fade cocked his head to the side as his axe-wielding kin sliced a fly in twain. Interesting. He faced her, his daggers held neutrally at his sides. She was young, like him, but she could have a lot more experience with that axe than he did with his daggers. She did just cut a fly in two..that speaks of her accuracy if nothing else. "All their kind are crazy, but at least this seems to have a purpose."

 

The initial speech done, he took the time to examine her more closely. She was stronger than him, but he believed he was faster than her... Wait, she? He looked over her again, finding the subtle differences that marked her as a female. It was the first he'd heard of. Still, he supposed it only made sense. He briefly wondered if her gender made any difference to how he should approach this, and he shot it down. A myrddraal was a myrddraal, and this was one of his kind. Perhaps he could ally himself with her?

 

"I'm Dhjorn of the Djin'nen, there is a small group of trollocs ahead, no one important, and obviously stupid, if you want some... larger targets." His voice didn't hold even a hint of a mocking tone as he spoke, in fact the only discernible emotion was a small vein of joy at the thought of killing a group of the man-beasts. "Of course a small amount of danger would arise if they managed to return to camp, but it wouldn't be very good practice if there were no real threat."

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- "I'm Calaun Ontrix Seyr, of the Ahf'frait."

 

Calaun considered Dhjorn's proposal, calmly assessing her own skills with an axe. Her acuracy had leaped up, that much was certain, and her Myrddraal strength meant that she could more than overpower most Trollocs. Most. There were always the smarter ones, the ones with the rare potential to lead that could forge a group out of their would-be opponents. Yet, he had mentioned that they were easy targets, which would probably explain what they were doing this far into the Blight.

 

- "I see. Stupid enough to attack a Myrddraal if they believe her to be alone, i assume?"

 

The plan was already forming in her mind, but she wanted to talk it through with Dhjorn to ensure the both of them would iron out all the details and be fully aware of each others' role. Given his weapon of choice, he would probably prefer sneaking up like his Clan was known for, much like 'her' Ahf'frait were known for their raw skill with a weapon. She wasn't all too concerned with how much of a threat they'd be, she came from a different Tribe Alliance. Though it would be a point of honor to her to ensure no one escaped, Dhjorn would be in bigger trouble than she would be. But, he was on her side for this one, making nothing less than full success an acceptable result.

 

 

Calaun Ontrix Seyr

Curiosity kills the cat? ;)

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The barest hint of a smile crept across his pale features. She agreed to help him, and even took into account his specialty. He had the feeling that the two fades would get along famously. "Oh most certainly, they'll even turn on you all at once, giving an opportunist his chance."

 

Dhjorn turned his back on his fellow Myrddraal, a sign of trust if ever there was one, and began again his silent footfalls. He scanned the ground as he went, tracking the Trollocs easily, they weren't exactly stealthy creatures. He spoke along the way, "At last count the group numbered six, they should be confident enough in their numbers to attack you given the proper motivation. When we come upon them, I only ask a moment to get into position before you attack. I should be able to take down two before they even realize I'm there."

 

A moment later he held up his hand, motioning to stop, following quickly with basic gestures indicating the prey was in front of them. The lurk slipped into the brush, moving quickly and silently, eying every plant he passed with suspicion. None did anything more than sit there to hinder his progress. He crept around to the opposite side of the trollocs, who were lazing around a cook fire, some creature or another turning on a spit.

 

Now, all he had to do was wait for his partner to do her part. A grim smile grew over his normally emotionless features He hated trollocs...

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Calaun gave Dhjorn a quick nod, already mentally grinning in anticipation of the fight. Of course, with six Trollocs to keep track of there was always the chance of one or two getting away if they scattered, but if they'd be the ones to start the fight it would be leaving the two of them with a valid excuse should push come to shove. Either way, she was determined not to let that happen: She was an Ahf'frait, a Tribe feared for its weapon skill. She would not flinch in front of six charging Trollocs. She would not flinch in front of six hundred charging Trollocs either for that matter. Tribe pride worked like that.

 

Still, Dhjorn was doing his part, and so she would be doing hers. Slinging her axe over her shoulder, she made her way to the edge of the clearing, opposite to where she knew Dhjorn would be waiting. When looking at the way she walked, there was now no way someone couldn't get her gender wrong. To top it all off, she acted like the axe was heavy for her, dragging her down from where it hung in a loop. When the Trollocs became silent, she looked at them, running a hand through her hair while giving them all a watered down version of her gaze. It would barely have been enough to make a newborn cry.

 

As they rose, weapons still wet with blood gleaming in the light of the fire, she took her axe out as well, holding it in front of her as if she was trying to hide behind it. Time to have some fun...

 

 

Calaun Ontrix Seyr

Has feminine charm too

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Clever woman that... He watched the 'damsel in distress' play her card. Dhjorn's hands tightened around the hilts of his daggers, waiting for the right moment to move from his concealment. Two seconds later the trollocs moved together, laughing in their harsh voices, every pair of eyes drawn to the eyeless. The male fade moved stealthily from his cover, crossing the ten feet between he and his victims without making a sound.

 

He held out his twin blades, driving the steal points through the back, and into the heart, the trollocs only being able to yelp once in pain before he ripped sideways to tear the spine and pull his blades from their corpses. He had left Calaun with just enough room to swing her axe, as the remaining trollocs looked in horror at the new threat. He had struck at the center of the group, and stepped right to deal with those two, trusting the Ahf'frait to do her bloody work.

 

He parried a longsword thrust, slicing at the wrist, before having to retreat as an axe moved to lop of his head. He turned his gaze to full power against the axe wielder, giving him just a moments pause to dash back into the fray, a double thrust aimed at the beasts neck. One of the blades was batted aside by the other trolloc, the longsword apparently aimed for his wrists. His aim for the other attack knocked off by the impact, the blade glancing off of thick shoulder armor.

 

The fade was forced to pull back, sizing up his opponents, his gaze split between them, and a grin on his face. He was having fun...

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She watched as the Trollocs approached her, and behind them Dhjorn was already on the approach. Good. As it was, she was being severely underestimated, a little mistake she felt she was going to cash in on fairly soon. Almost at the last moment, she stepped to the left, pivoting as her axe made a low arc at a Trolloc whose weapon had been aimed for where she had stood. The axe tore into him, shredding armor, flesh and bone alike as he was lifted several feet in the air, spraying blood. That attack had held her true full strength, further enhanced by the momentum of the heavy blade, the effect calculated to spread fear into the hearts of those that stood before her.

 

Using that small moment of surprise, she pivoted again, almost literally succeeding in tearing a Trolloc in two with a horizontal slash aimed at the chest. The remaining two Trollocs, sprayed by the blood of ther comrades, now decided to make a run for it and turned to flee to the relative safety of their homes. Unfortunately for them however, Calaun had had practise, and she flung the massive weapon at a retreating back, hitting it cleanly in the spinal cord and pinning it to a tree. The glance she sent at Dhjorn spoke volumes: The last one's yours. Have fun.

 

 

Calaun Ontrix Seyr

Share the corpses, share the fun

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Dhjorn watched as his new ally cut through the three trollocs, particularly when her huge double handed axe pinned one hapless victim to a tree. Not about to be undone, he side armed one of his daggers at the fleeing beast-man. With a satisfying thunk, the trolloc fell. His gaze turned back to Calaun, "I suggest you get some throwing axes, never want to leave yourself unarmed." Again, no threats, no jokes. Everything the half-man said was serious.

 

A relaxed walk later, he was bending down to retrieve his flung weapon. He wiped the blade on the trollocs fur, surprised at how clean it came out. "I believe we work together rather well, and as such I have a proposition for you. You and I meet on nights without a moon, and we train together. Our styles could grow to compliment each others, and we'd one day be able to tear through ranks of humans, even the ones with the shifting cloaks. What do you say, Calaun Ontrix Seyr of Tribe Ahf'frait?"

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Calaun shook her head at the mention of throwing axes. With the exception of arrows and bolts, she wasn't all too taken with the idea of throwing weapons at her opponents on a regular basis, it'd feel too much like giving weapons to her enemy. Sure, she had thrown her axe at the retreating Trolloc's back, but she had had her reasons.

 

- "I know. Even unarmed, two Trollocs with broken morale pose no real threat to me. It was a calculated risk, much like you charging into the center of the pack rather than the flank earlier."

 

She considered his offer though. The two of them were from tribes that were a member of rivaling alliances, but she could see the benefits of making some allies outside of the Ahf'frait. As a Myrddraal, it was inevitable that one day she would be leading her own Fist one day, possibly even several, and to ensure she had a connection on the inside might prove to be in her advantage later on. The same would be true for Dhjorn as well, meaning they wouldn't end up undebted to each other. Exactly the way she liked it.

 

- "Very well, Dhjorn of the Djinn'nen. You will teach me how to fight with stealth, and i shall teach you how to fight without in return. Until then, it is best not to meet in case these Trollocs had any friends in their tribe."

 

With a brief nod that signaled the end of the conversation, she crouched down near one of the Trollocs Dhjorn had killed, and used its clothes to wipe the blood off of her axe. After that, unless Dhjorn would bring something up she'd hang the weapon back in its loop before walking off again to the northwest, to the territory controlled by her own Ahf'frait tribe.

 

 

Calaun

Deal, catboy!

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