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<span style="font-family: 'georgia'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: #9D612B">I AWAKE TO FIND NO PEACE OF MIND<br/>
I SAID, HOW DO YOU LIVE AS A FUGITIVE</span></span></span>​</div><br/><span style="font-size: 9px"><span style="color: #544A41"><span style="font-family: 'georgia'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="color: #9D612B">The mission would be easy to complete,</span></span></span> if not for the potential complications that could arise from the presence of this guardian of the Oerthblood.  From what Sbatarra was told, their rival guild, the <i>Thrice</i>, had found a sizable deposit of Oerthblood, and now the <i>Schick</i> wanted it for obvious reasons.  She was supposed to travel to the abandoned mining grotto, a good three days walk from the city of Izmit, assassinate the samurai guarding the Oerthblood, and then return with a sample of the precious mineral to prove if it was genuine or not.  Once the mine was cleared, more could be sent from Izmit to take the rest of the Oerthblood.  The only real danger was this samurai, who had a bit of fame attached to her name—a name that was impossibly long and equally difficult to pronounce—as a woman who could achieve any task that was set out before her.  Sbatarra scoffed at the warnings given to her by her guild leader, Double Dead, as there hadn't been a single person on the surface who proved to be too difficult for her to kill.  In the assassin's mind, anyone who limited themselves to such a strict code of honour would be doomed to fail.<br/>
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With her task given to her, and her gear gathered, Sbatarra made her way towards the abandoned grotto.  She had considered walking, but not long before she thought better and found herself a horse.  In the cover of night, aided even further by her invocations, she took one of the horses and made off with it, cutting her travel time immensely as she rode on throughout the night, only to replace her horse the next morning with a new one.  If she kept up the speed, she would manage to reach her destination in one day, rather than three, and it wouldn't be long until she had to abandon this second horse to move the rest of the way on foot, so not to attract any attention near the grotto.<br/>
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With her invocations aiding her greatly—dark swirling mists covering her tracks and hiding her scent, as well as making her invisible to even the most trained eyes—Sbatarra was able to practically stroll into the grotto at a very casual, leisurely pace.  With such minimal defenses in place, she was beginning to wonder just how important this Oerthblood was to the <i>Thrice</i>.  Surely if they cared so much about the mineral—as they should have—they would have placed more capable guards than a single, lone defender.  The carelessness of it all was almost laughable, but as much amusement Sbatarra found out of the situation, she contained her snickers and smirks.  This was not the time to make merry and laugh with her friends back in Izmit.  This was the time of the kill, for her to stalk down her prey and end them, and complete the task that was given to her.<br/>
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With a thought alone, the invisible drow lifted herself into the air, gliding as easily as she might walk down a well traveled path, and keeping close to the ceiling just to be safe.  This was why she was the best assassin in <i>Schick</i>—a guild named for the noise a blade makes when jammed into your spine—if not second best, right under the guild leader himself.  Her abyssal heritage had only aided her in her occupation as an assassin, rather than hindered as one might suspect.  With her abilities as a warlock, and her skill as an assassin, Sbatarra had every right to expect this samurai to be sleeping on the job, or something equally unprepared for the nightmare she would soon face.</span></span><br/><br/><div style="text-align: right"><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'"><span style="font-size: 22px"><a class="externalLink" href="http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=454315" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">*</a></span></span>​</div><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>