Marek Luinmor
LoR Assassins Guild-A2-Revenge?
Marek had little time to waste. He had been lucky to make it to the ambush point before Ulfric and his companions. After all, who knew how long he had been unconscious.
Fate must have been on Marek's side, he thought while stepping foot into the freezing stream and designated ambush point. He recoiled at the initial touch of the cold melt-water, but he slowly managed to ease his way into it.
The road Ulfric was using had to cross over the river in order to get to WinterHaven, and it did so in the form of an old bridge.
Marek's plan was to destroy the support to said bridge whilst Ulfric and his thugs were crossing it, and the Marek would finish Ulfric with his axe before he had time to recover from the shock of the cold water. After all, the odds weren't quite in Marek's favor, due to the fact that there was only one Marek, and three of them.
Marek stopped his planing and thought for one second. Could he really bring himself to killing Ulfric? He had never directly ended another persons life, even the previous owner of his axe hadn't been directly defeated by Marek.
He pushed his thoughts away. Ulfic had destroyed Marek's life, and it was time he payed.
Marek continued along the river, holding on to the deeply eroded rock so as not to be swept away. The bridge was so close now. He planted his feet into the river bed and waited for his quarry to cross the bridge.
After half an hour of waiting, Marek heard voices from above his hiding place.
"So what will we do once we make it to WinterHaven, Ulfric?" Asked an unpleasant voice who Marek identified as one of Ulfric's cronies.
"What is this 'we' nonsense? I hired you to help me intimidate that farmer. He owed me money. What more do you want?" Marek could only figure as much. Ulfric made it his business to harass the people of WhiteHaven and the surrounding hamlets, and these men were merely hired muscle, not friends or companions of any sort.
"Well there was that jongluer fellow that you robbed. That wasn't in our agreement, so shouldn't we get some of his coin too?" Marek's heart beat faster as he realized they were talking about him. Only a few more steps and Ulfric would be over.
"That was merely a bit of fun with an old friend, talk to any innkeeper on this side of Rowia and they'll surely reward you with a handsome amount of coin. That fool was terrible at the lyre."
And with these word Ufric stepped onto the bridge. The bridge, being as old as it was, was straining holding up Marek's enemies as is, but the moment Marek struck it with his axe, the whole support broke into splinters.
The bridge released a terrible groan and collapsed into the water, sending one Ulfric's hired thugs screaming into the water. Marek hid behind one of the eroded walls so as not to reveal his position until his longtime enemy fell into the water.
But no such luck. Somehow, Ulfric managed to grab onto one of the plants hanging above the river, and one of his cronies helped him back up.
"Darn bridge, about time it broke. We'll have to find another crossing now." Ulfric said with his same mocking voice as always. Was he not at all phased by nearly tumbling into the freezing water?
Marek cursed softly as Ulfric and his thugs left, and returned to the bank of the river. As exhausted as he was, he couldn't collapse into sleep as he wanted, for fear of being spotted by someone.
Little did he know that someone had witnessed the whole thing, and was very pleased.
My A2 for the Land's of Rowia Assassin's guild!
Hope you guy's like it, and as always, C&C much appreciated!
LoR Assassins Guild-A2-Revenge?
Marek had little time to waste. He had been lucky to make it to the ambush point before Ulfric and his companions. After all, who knew how long he had been unconscious.
Fate must have been on Marek's side, he thought while stepping foot into the freezing stream and designated ambush point. He recoiled at the initial touch of the cold melt-water, but he slowly managed to ease his way into it.
The road Ulfric was using had to cross over the river in order to get to WinterHaven, and it did so in the form of an old bridge.
Marek's plan was to destroy the support to said bridge whilst Ulfric and his thugs were crossing it, and the Marek would finish Ulfric with his axe before he had time to recover from the shock of the cold water. After all, the odds weren't quite in Marek's favor, due to the fact that there was only one Marek, and three of them.
Marek stopped his planing and thought for one second. Could he really bring himself to killing Ulfric? He had never directly ended another persons life, even the previous owner of his axe hadn't been directly defeated by Marek.
He pushed his thoughts away. Ulfic had destroyed Marek's life, and it was time he payed.
Marek continued along the river, holding on to the deeply eroded rock so as not to be swept away. The bridge was so close now. He planted his feet into the river bed and waited for his quarry to cross the bridge.
After half an hour of waiting, Marek heard voices from above his hiding place.
"So what will we do once we make it to WinterHaven, Ulfric?" Asked an unpleasant voice who Marek identified as one of Ulfric's cronies.
"What is this 'we' nonsense? I hired you to help me intimidate that farmer. He owed me money. What more do you want?" Marek could only figure as much. Ulfric made it his business to harass the people of WhiteHaven and the surrounding hamlets, and these men were merely hired muscle, not friends or companions of any sort.
"Well there was that jongluer fellow that you robbed. That wasn't in our agreement, so shouldn't we get some of his coin too?" Marek's heart beat faster as he realized they were talking about him. Only a few more steps and Ulfric would be over.
"That was merely a bit of fun with an old friend, talk to any innkeeper on this side of Rowia and they'll surely reward you with a handsome amount of coin. That fool was terrible at the lyre."
And with these word Ufric stepped onto the bridge. The bridge, being as old as it was, was straining holding up Marek's enemies as is, but the moment Marek struck it with his axe, the whole support broke into splinters.
The bridge released a terrible groan and collapsed into the water, sending one Ulfric's hired thugs screaming into the water. Marek hid behind one of the eroded walls so as not to reveal his position until his longtime enemy fell into the water.
But no such luck. Somehow, Ulfric managed to grab onto one of the plants hanging above the river, and one of his cronies helped him back up.
"Darn bridge, about time it broke. We'll have to find another crossing now." Ulfric said with his same mocking voice as always. Was he not at all phased by nearly tumbling into the freezing water?
Marek cursed softly as Ulfric and his thugs left, and returned to the bank of the river. As exhausted as he was, he couldn't collapse into sleep as he wanted, for fear of being spotted by someone.
Little did he know that someone had witnessed the whole thing, and was very pleased.
My A2 for the Land's of Rowia Assassin's guild!
Hope you guy's like it, and as always, C&C much appreciated!