Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32663439-20150823230826/@comment-25127382-20150827154332

(Word of advice. Never call me a scrub (or noob or anything of the kind.). My cousin made that mistake, and she ended up being the 'first time' of the Dark Messiah! And that's how my d... I mean the Dark Messiah's daughter, the Dark Princess!... was born.)

It was in Solitude, the middle of the night, atop the great palace that served as the city's hall. The hunter was switching her prey. Used to hunting armed, guarded foes, her current prey was but a defenceless deer, great in its own right, but nothing but prey to the predator's fangs.

The marksman that lurked upon the roof of the Blue Palace was watching the streets below, particularly the Avenues District. Due to the shape of the roof, it was hard for her to get a good position from where she could both keep her footing, and aim properly at the same time. Now, everything was in place, the escape route, the trigger, the location of the prey. All that was missing now was the easiest part of the hunt; the kill.

Emilia was listening to Lilith's orders. "Okay Stalker, all is clear. The line is confirmed isolated, so I can talk freely now. The target is a Thane, male, lives in the second house to your right, if you look down the Avenues District."

"Roger..." Emilia replied, as she adjusted her scope in accordance with the wind's direction and the distance to the house. "I see him..." she said as she saw the target leave the house.

"This kill is high priority." Lilith continued explaining. "He refused to serve as an agent on the inside of Solitude's court, regardless of what we offered him, the noble bastard. He knows of our existance, but knows he would be killed if he told anyone."

"So instead you have me silence him before his honour consumes him and he eventually rat's us out..? Why did we wait until now to take him out..?" Emilia asked as she loaded a magazine into her rifle, and cocked it.

"We just recieved a contract on his head, which means the trail now leads to those paying us, not us. We silence a nuisance, we get payed, the finger points in another direction. A triple win. I have undercover agents on sight. They will report to me if he doesn't die in the first shot. You can fill him with as many rounds as you want."

"It'll only take one." Emilia replied as she deactivated her earpiece and pulled the magazine out of her rifle, leaving her with the one round that was already loaded.

The hunter now had the prey in sight, and she was gently feeling her rifle in her embrace, like it was a passionate lover. She was breathing calmy, until she got the perfect shot. "Whisper... Raise your voice!" she muttered as she pulled the trigger, causing a loud echo to vibrate around her. Her target dropped as soon as the bullet hit him in the side of his head and his brains ejected out the other side, in accordance with the bullet's kinetic force.

Now the hunter was filled with adrenaline, which she would use to escape. She ran as swiftly as she could to the far back of the palace, where she grabbed the rope of the same grappling hook she had used to climb up. She descended as swiftly as she could, but suddenly pulled out what looked like some sort of explosive trigger. It was not, as when she activated it, the grappling hook let go of the surface, and Emilia dropped right down into the cold waters below Solitude. From there, she swam east, and dissapeared into the marshes without a trace.