Black Ajah December: Secret Stabber

[Secret Stabber]

A dark robed stranger drifts in to the Inn, slipping a small, blood-written note in your hand. As you look around, you feel certain that no one else has noticed this stranger or received a note.

 

Dear Friend of the Dark,

 

I am the Secret Stabber, and I am back again this year, once again to send the gift of Holiday Murders to you and all the Shayol Ghul Family.

Here’s how it works:

Send me a PM with the name of your Intended Victim. In this private message, you can give us details of who you want me to attack.

You may also include special greetings, pictures, or notes in the PM.

 

While I can be very Creative, I will appreciate any specific ideas offered.

 

I will stab your victim in this thread, and send them a link Via PM.

In a second Thread, your Victim will have the chance to guess who ordered the Hit.

They have two guesses.

If they guess wrong, you get 10 points. If they guess right, they get 10 points.

You will still get points for submitting hits and for guessing.

 

 If they are wrong, you may then announce yourself, or choose to remain quiet.

 

Due to issues of payment, I can only stab other members of Shayol Ghuylul- lightfuls and up. ANY MEMBER OF Shayol Ghul is eligible for my elite services.

Mistress Moon has forbidden me from stabbing members on LOA, because it’s no fun to stab someone who isn’t aware of it.

I am also only allowed to take on Three Hits per person. Self Stabbing is allowed, but you don't get any points for guessing who stabbed you. You're dead, after all.

I can take unlimited hits on any one person.

 

Points will be awarded for:
1. Most Popular Victim

And

2. Most Unique Stabbing (Chosen by me based on criteria given in PM)

 

To avoid breaking anonymity of my clients, all points will be awardet at the end of the month

Sincerely,

The Secret Stabber

[Secret Stabber]

This guy must have really made people mad this year, the Stabber thought to itself. Two contracts on the first target of the Season.

 

Verbal was sitting comfortably in his Ewok hut, stretched on a comfortable pile of pillows. He couldn’t believe the day he’d been having. First, Angelina Jolie appears, wearing the slinkiest of dresses at his hut and ties him to his bed. Then, she started hand-feeding him some of the most delectable foods ever, when Kate Beckinsale arrived, dressed in her Underworld best, to dance for him. It wasn’t his birthday, it wasn’t Christmas, yet, so what had he done? As he lay their, tied to his bed with a goofy Ewok smile on his face, Jennifer Lawrence burst in through his door, her hair braided, and walks over to his new Pleasure Palace.

            “Verbal, you dirty Ewok. How about we have some fun, ladies?”
The three ladies shared long, sensuous looks with one another before pulling out their daggers and *STABBING* Verbal right in the chest.

            As he lay there, bleeding, the three ladies pulled off masks to reveal that they were Three identical copies of the Secret Stabber.

            He would have his revenge. …

[Secret Stabber]

The Stabber looked at the blood-written note given to him by his latest employer as he perused his contract.

Dear Secret Stabber.

Lily is just a too good leader. When she is around no one notice all the other leaders. We could all dress up as sexy nurses but people would still just see Lily´s legs. Not that I´m jealous of course. I´m proud of being a nerd, hiding in the shadow, being noticed by no one..."

 

With a contract like that, the Stabber had to make sure that this Lily person did not survive.

So the Stabber waited and stalked. He knew that Lily occasionally visited the eternally Cold Secret Lair of Mistress Moon, so he concocted a plan. While Lily was inside the chilly lair, doing whatever it was those hags did when the Dark One came to visit, he found a family of Polar Bears. he captured the Polar bears with a clever coca-cola trap, because Polar Bears love Coca-cola, and trained them in wait.

 

It's good to be the Dark One, Lily thought to herself as she left Moon's Secret Lair. It means I can show up, unannounced any time I like to my Faction Leaders' homes and make myself at home while I plot evil. Of course, it helps that Moon has that really awesome, freezing cold like a Black Ajah Heart lair thing going on at her place. And, that like the good little faction leader she is, Moon keeps an entire wing of her lair just for my visits.

As Lily was thinking these things to herself, she saw something terrifying over the horizon. A pack of Polar bears, with a look of bloodthirsty rage, running towards her. She ran back towards Moon's house, screaming for help at one of Moon's shadowy guards, but it was to no avail. The guard pulled out a dagger and stabbed her while the polar bears ran over her.

"Now for a treat, my cuddly little minions. Feast. Feast on the Body of the Dark One, and I shall take her still beating rageful heart back to my Client!"
 

 

 

[Verbal32]

This guy must have really made people mad this year, the Stabber thought to itself. Two contracts on the first target of the Season.

 

Verbal was sitting comfortably in his Ewok hut, stretched on a comfortable pile of pillows. He couldn’t believe the day he’d been having. First, Angelina Jolie appears, wearing the slinkiest of dresses at his hut and ties him to his bed. Then, she started hand-feeding him some of the most delectable foods ever, when Kate Beckinsale arrived, dressed in her Underworld best, to dance for him. It wasn’t his birthday, it wasn’t Christmas, yet, so what had he done? As he lay their, tied to his bed with a goofy Ewok smile on his face, Jennifer Lawrence burst in through his door, her hair braided, and walks over to his new Pleasure Palace.

            “Verbal, you dirty Ewok. How about we have some fun, ladies?”

The three ladies shared long, sensuous looks with one another before pulling out their daggers and *STABBING* Verbal right in the chest.

            As he lay there, bleeding, the three ladies pulled off masks to reveal that they were Three identical copies of the Secret Stabber.

            He would have his revenge. …

 

Can we rewind back to before they took the masks off?  Giggity.

[Secret Stabber]

The stabber looked at this next request carefully.

It was much odder than the last time he’d been asked to go after this particular target.

 

Ah! An idea….

 

Moon Sedai is a much sounder sleeper when she’s had her medicine, and Mr. Moon was an even sounder sleeper. So, after his last visit with the Cuen’Shaidar to see if she had any missions for him, he made sure to lace her Dr. Pepper with a dose of her sleeping pill. Good.. Good… she fell asleep easily. The next trick was to set up her specific killing.

 

The Stabber lay the Mistress on the ground of her dark dungeon, and pulled out his Bacon-scented body spray. That should be easy enough! He sprayed her whole body down with the concoction. The next step was tricky; how to get the Darkhounds to discover her.

            Ah, Perfect idea. He pulled out a rubber tennis ball and started to squeak it. Sure enough, the pack of Darkhounds came running, looking for the squeaky ball. He threw it towards the slumbering body of Moon, and the Darkhounds pounced on her. The smell of the bacon cologne was intoxicating; and the darkhounds couldn’t resist.

            Moon sedai woke up being stabbed to death by Darkhound tongues. 

[Secret Stabber]

Naeann had been having a rough year slaving away at the Forges of Thakandar. She’d faced trials, tribulations, and the wrath of the Dark One, the fear that her Faction Leader might remove her point-giving ability, and then, of course, there was Barm.

Her best friend, as far as one could have in Shayol Ghul, had been transferred to a far-distant country, with hopes of spreading the Evil of Shayol Ghul to those in lands far to cold to know the true heat of the Blight. Apparently, Haxorsist wasn’t pulling his weight in the chilly northern lands, and the Dark One needed more evil spread there.

            Either that, or Barm had been banished. Nae was not certain.

Either way, Nae had missed her daily meetings with Barm, so she was ecstatic when he came back to Shayol Ghul for the holidays. In her joy and delight, she offered to host a dinner for the Barms to celebrate.

            “So, Barm, tell me, how are you enjoying Sweden?” Nae asked,
“It’s no Canada.” Barm said.

            “You’re telling me, Barm!” another voice, an uninvited visitor came from the door. Nae looked up, and was extremely happy to find her other close companion, Kivam, had arrived, just in time for dinner.

            They sat around, joking, eating dinner, and laughing about the old days when Nae was in charge and Kivam was the Master of CapFac.

            “You two. You go off, get married, and neither one of you take the time to pop in and write. I was Nae’Blis for a while and everything? Did you think to compliment me?” Nae joked with the men.

            “Hey, it’s not my fault Hax can’t pull his own weight and needed me to go over there himself.” Barm said, defensively.

            Kivam shook his head. “Not mine either. I’ve been hard at work, busy with my own plans.”

            “Come here, give me a hug, guys. We have much to celebrate!”
“We sure do!”

            As Nae went in for the group hug, she realized something was wrong about Kivam. Was it because he hadn’t mentioned his deliciously evil spawn? Or that he had not yet made fun of Barm? Nae did not have time to figure out what it was that clued her in to the wrongness of Kiv, because as she pulled away from the group hug, she found the dagger in her chest and blood all over Kivam’s hands.

 

She would have her revenge.

[Secret Stabber]

The stabber thought this one was going to be a fun stabbing

            Basel Gil was sitting in his own dark lair pouring over his books. There were piles of books, arranged and carefully organized in a manner that only Basel seemed to understand. Tonight’s book of choice was one he’d been putting off for a while, and it was exhausting. Suddenly, he heard a sound outside his library… metal clanging on the floor. Putting his book down, he left the library to investigate the noise, brandishing a patchwork umbrella and a sonic screwdriver.

            As he looked outside the library, he saw something that freaked him out. A small voodoo doll, covered in pins, sitting on the floor. It appeared to be looking up at him, staring at him as he looked up and down the hall for the source of the noise. He whirred his sonic up and down the hall, looking for something, anything that could have caused the noise or put the doll in his hallway.

            To no avail.

Sighing, he mentally chided himself for jumping at his own shadow. When he returned to the library, he sat down to resume his reading. The moment he settled into his chair, he was surprised by the Secret Stabber, jumping out from under the desk, stabbing him with a rusted spoon. Turns out the secret stabber had decided to kill dressed like a blue superhero. Spoooooooon!

[Secret Stabber]

Note: Repealing the 3 per rule to make it up to 5 per stabber. 

[Mrs. Cindy Gill]

*HISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!*

[Secret Stabber]

Reminder: Guessing is in a separate thread. 

[Secret Stabber]

Cindy was hanging out in her feline palace with after a long day of plotting world domination.

She stretched out, exposing her feline kitty belly into a position daring people to touch her.

Suddenly, she saw something sparkle out of the corner of her eye.
This:

:

 

She had to catch it. Cindy jumped down off her high, comfortable spot near the ceiling, landing on her feet directly by the dot. She chased it across the floor, under the table, around the recliner, past the basket of dirty clothes and right out the cat door.
Once outside, cindy chased the red dot through the garden and towards a tree when she finally did it… She caught it!

 

Only to be stabbed by the Secret Stabber before she could gloat about her success.

[Secret Stabber]

Tina was haunted by images of cats everywhere she went. After ordering an attack on Basel, she put herself on Red Alert waiting, thinking that someday soon, retribution would come.

            But it was slow in coming.

Soon, she started seeing cats everywhere she went. Grocery store? Cats. The bank? Cats. Walk to the car? Cats. Dog park? Cats. Shadowy images of cats stalked her, haunted her deep into the night.

            It was too frightening.

After several days of these evil feline stalkers, Tina thought she was losing her mind. No one else seemed to see these creatures where ever she went.
one night, as she was trying to finish her inspections of the Black Tower, she heard mewing coming from under a bunk. When she went to inspect it, she saw a black kitten, sitting there purring. A real cat, not a shadow. As she leaned over to pick it up, she felt the dagger going into her chest.

 

            But the stabber wasn’t done with her.
He slinked into the shadows, waiting for one of the Dedicated to heal her, only to stab her again as soon as the young channeler left the barracks.

(that’s two attacks- so you get two guesses for person one, two for person two)

[Secret Stabber]

After a rather risky regeneration, Dr Basel retained his previous form just to make his companion cindy happy. As he filed away more scrolls in the restricted areas. Despite signs saying these books will kill, maim, destroy and even eat the reader, more and more people would read Dr. Basel’s private library of forbidden scrolls and texts. Maybe a sign stating that they would turn the reader into a dimple-faced cherub would keep the nosy-bodies out. Of course, none of the books actually did that, not in my library. Dr. Basel glared at the idea of books that make one pretty. As he was putting away his favorite book, Ten ways to a sharper blade, he noticed a grey librarian ghost at the end of the hall.

            But, the elusive leader of the Black Tower was going to have to die an epic death because of it.

            “Great. First little VooDoo dolls and now the Gelph. What’s next, guys? Mr. Teatime? Seriously, Basel. Stop jumping at ghosts.”
          

  But it wasn’t Basel who spoke. The voice startled the Chosen, and he turned around to see the Secret Stabber, who stabbed him with a smile.

[Secret Stabber]

There were many jokes that could be made about the next Stabtastic victim. Except that they’d all already been said and done.        By verbal, usually. Giggity.

No, this victim was extra special. The stabber couldn’t risk a stabbing on her, it would ruin perfection.

            So he stalked and waited.

            Nyn was returning home after a long day torturing Verbal. It was a hard job, but she volunteered for it any time Leelou needed that extra ‘hand’ to help. Most people didn’t understand exactly how twisted and sick you had to be to start out with when going into Verbal’s Torture chamber, and even fully prepared for it, sometimes he still managed to turn it around on her.

            She needed a shower. She needed twelve showers to wash the funk of ewok fur out of her hair and off her skin.

            As she stepped into the hot shower, she tuned out the rest of the world, let her mind wander a bit.

            The shower started to drip red with blood.

SHe kept her calm, stepping out of the shower to see if she could kick a minion into fixing the plumbing.
            The stabber used that opportunity to strangle her with her own stockings. 

[Nynaeve]

Verbal, Leelou or Dav.

 

 

Also, Secret Stabber, you could have made it into a much more interesting story. Just sayin' :P

With that said, I appreciate the irony of going down in the typical corny shower scene. ^_^

 

 

 

Nyn

[Verbal32]

You went down where?

 

>_>

[Secret Stabber]

            Leelou was in the middle of a long day out at the Darkhound cages, torturing the Darkhounds in preparation for an attack on Tarwin’s Gap. They had to be properly riled up, for the Great Mistress of the Dark demanded all her creatures be in a foul mood when the strike happens.
            And someone had gone to the effort to give all the Darkhounds rawhide chewies, placating them into kindness. This would not do, not at all.

            It takes time, energy, and a great deal of spite to rile up darkhounds, and all that effort is wasted when they lick the lightfuls to death or pour ‘chili’ on them instead of attacking them.

            Suddenly, she heard a faint sound, a crying. Digging her way through the pits, she made her way towards the center of her darkhounds, to find a tiny baby wolfhound, whining for it’s mother wolf.

            Leelou bent down and picked the wolfpup up by the scruff of its neck, hoping to turn it to the Great Mistress. As she picked the pup up, she was *stabbed* in the heart.

 

            Leelou- this is stabbing #1. 

[Secret Stabber]

Nyn left the Inn after another rousing game of “let’s encourage the Lightfuls.” She was convinced that that new DM member would take her bait and seek out the Hag called Barm, to join in on some good, old-fashioned Canada bashing.
That was always fun for a laugh. Not as fun as baiting Verbal, but fun enough.     

            However, all the talk of Barm and Canada left her feeling cold and empty. This discomforted her, so she decided to go warm up by a fire.

            Where the Secret Stabber lay hidden, waiting.

            As she went to the fireplace to add another long piece of wood (giggity), she heard a disturbing noise in her kitchen and turned to investigate it. It sounded like someone had let an infestation of Hax into her home, again. She couldn’t have this, as if you invite one Hax in, you’re sure to get the whole rest of the Black Ajah over, nailing boards to your doors and windows to keep him there.

            She grabbed her ‘Hax-shooing broom’ and ran to the kitchen to chase him away.

 

            “Get out of here, you foolish Hax—

Her words were cut off mid sentence as the stabber ran her fireplace poker directly though Nyn’s throat. 

[Secret Stabber]

This year, it was Rey’s turn to find suitable refreshments for the Trolloc’s annual Holiday party. After last years debacle where RandA lThor forgot to disarm the food before throwing them in the cookpots, he knew that he had to do something to get the Trollocs lulled to sleep before Shai’tan Claws comes to torture all the good little Trolloc girls and boys.

            So he’d decided to get meals that were already partially stewed and led a raid invading an inn full of Lightfuls. The lightfuls never saw it coming: they were sitting around drinking spiced wines and too intoxicated to fight when Rey and the Trollocs grabbed them and tossed them, still breathing, into the cookpots.

            All except one victim.

            When Rey went to close the lid on his final capture of the night, he was amazed when the victim instead stabbed him in the face with a broken bit of glass, tossing him into the pot instead. 

[Secret Stabber]

The stabber had two requests for this target at the same time, and this would be easy enough.

 

            Leelou was at the office, like she was so often these days. She was so grateful to be in a different office this year, away from the creepy guys and backstabbers at her old employers. This office was full of lightfuls, however, and they’d expected her to actually participate in the holiday party.

            Anyway, the office was relatively safe. She doubted the Stabber would try to get at her from here, he’d done that last year.

            Lulled into complacency, Leelou began to eat the heart-shaped chocolate that had been given to her earlier in the evening. It tasted amazing….

            But wait! What was that! POISON!!!! The Heart-Shaped Chocolate was Bacon Flavored! And Bacon is LeelouBane! Leelou ran to the bathroom to rid herself of the vile substance, and when she got to the stall, the Stabber found her, and attacked her multiple times.

            “Once for revenge.” The stabber said, “And another time for Fun.”
Leelou- this is attack #2 and 3

[Secret Stabber]

Womby was watching the NBA finals, beer in hand. The Boston Celtics were performing admirably tonight, and he was still in awe that they'd returned to the finals as quickly as they had.

He watched, gripping onto his seat as his team pulled ahead by two points, with only two seconds left in the game.

It was an edge-of-the-seat game. Suddenly... the opposing team orchestrates a beautiful play resulting in a wide open three.... which hits the bottom of the net. Game over. The shot hits Wombat like a dagger in the heart.

 

Which distracted him from the REAL dagger that went directly through his heart. 

[Secret Stabber]

Cindy was angry about her attempted murder and of the multiple attacks on Basel.

Who DARE try to rid her of the awesomeness that is Basel’s current incarnation, and how could she stop it.

            As she plotted, she decided to pace outside on the fence, mewling for all to hear her anger.

            It made it easy for the stabber to find her.

            He simply walked outside, waited until her back was turned, picked her up off the fence, then stabbed her.

            Directly to the wall. 

[Mrs. Cindy Gill]

[Secret Stabber]

SOMEONE had been overenthusiastic on murdering, and had to go.

            The stabber had been ordered, for a fourth time, to attack Leelou.

And there was no problem with this: Stabbing Leelou was fun. She always squealed a little bit.

            This time, the stabber found Leelou on her way back to her lair after visiting the Dark One. He lay in wait from a high parapet, watching while Leelou walked down the street, following her, tracking her. Finally, the stabber had her.

The stabber  attacked from above, jumping off the roof of a building, landing directly on Leelou’s skull, dagger first.

Leelou- final stabbing

[Secret Stabber]

Verbal had spent several days chained up, blindfolded in someone's house. The only thing he knew for sure about his captor was that they had some sort of sick Santa Fetish, because he'd spent the entire time dressed up as Santa Claus.

A dirty Santa Claus.

 

Okay, so maybe he enjoyed himself a little too much. Except for the fact that he kept hearing obnoxious Christmas music in the background during his "Torture sessions." 

Finally, he took the chance to break free, if only to turn the music off. 

He broke the fuzzy handcuffs and ran into the living room to turn the stereo off.

The room was like a Christmas nightmare. 

He caught a view of himself in his Santa costume. 
It would have looked great, if it didn't make him look, well... Tiny. 

 

Once in the living room, he grabbed a pencil and notepad off the front desk to scribble down notes for later. He wanted to remember this house, where he was, so that once he was free, he could return with a squad of Ewoks to destroy this Holiday Nightmare. He heard a noise from the back room, and ran towards it to check it out. 

He found nothing. He turned to leave, confident he was the only person left in the house. 

As he walked out the front door, something pounced him from the bushes: 
the secret stabber. 

The stabber took Verbal's pencil and stabbed him in the eye.