<div class="floatleft">(http://images5.fanpop.com/image/photos/28800000/Theo-Theodoridis-theo-theodoridis-28883367-308-550.jpg)</div><strong>Character</strong>: Lodi<br/><strong>Location:</strong>House of Gamarius the Scribe in Venna<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kajira<br/><hr/><br/>The Guardsman had not been as alert as he should have been. This actually annoyed the black clad assassin who even now was maneuvering himself in for the kill.<em>"There is no sport in this."</em>Lodi thought as he slid one of his swords from it's scabbard. The blade coming free from it's oiled sheath as silently as the footfalls of a spider. The Killer would not give this man an honorable or a quick death. His lack of attention to his duties was abhorrent to the sensibilities of the Assassin.<em>"If you are paid to do a job then do it well or not at all."</em>was the lesson learned from the Taskmasters of Lodi's youth. The ones who had initially trained him in the art of taking lives.<em>"There are no half measure in the caste of Assassins... We deal in absolutes."</em><br/><br/>The Guardsman was being paid to protect the property and life of the Master of this home. Yet he failed to notice the flight of the Tarn or the dark figure who had dismounted it. In fact he walked his patrol lazily and uninterested to the point that someone with half of Lodi's skills could have snuck by unnoticed.<em>"Such gross incompetence must be addressed."</em>was the Assassin's mindset as his sword punch into the Guardsman's lower back. As the Man tried to scream Lodi reached around and shoved four of his five gloved fingers down the dead man's throat. The blade was driven to the hilt, withdrawn quickly, and driven back in again. Vital organs sliced cleanly in two or ruptured; spilling poison into the blood stream. Liver, spline, kidney anything to make the death as painful as possible. As the Guardsman was stabbed a third time Lodi pulled his body back so that he could whisper into the man's ear.<br/><br/>"We all have our purpose. You would do well to think about how you failed yours as you enter the city of dust."<br/><br/>The Assassin pulled the man into the shadows and quickly began to undress the body. Within a few moments Lodi the Guardsman walked the halls of the master Scribe.<br/><br/><div align="center">~</div><br/>"An important message, sir."<br/><br/>The written word is to the scribe what sweet meats are to a child of Gor. If you but just dangle the treat before them they will always rush to devour it. No scribe worth his silken robes would ignore the possibility of hearing or reading something of importance. As they spend their days in literary bliss such a bounty would prove to great. At least that was what the Assassin was counting on.<br/><br/>"Oh come in and be quick about it." said the irritated voice behind the door.<br/><br/>Lodi did as he was instructed. Stepping in with his head lowered, the Killer moved fluidly through the portal and turned quickly to close the door. The room was plush to the levels of opulence. There seemed to be only two people inside which was good. One man who must be the scribe himself and a woman likely a slave attending to his needs. Lodi capture and locked their position in the room and was quickly calculating the distance he would need to cover. All this was from that simple glance as he worked to slide the bar into place that would secure the door. His other senses started to filter in more information. The smell of the room was of writing oils and parchments. Of rich candles and incents and the musk of a pleasure slave sweet and intoxicating; the scent of sex.<br/><br/>It was Lodi's hearing that told him that his disguise as a Guardsman was no longer effective. The sound of the slave girl's quick intake of breath as she must have spied the blood on his leathers indicated the game was afoot. Gamarius the Scribe was just starting to question the securing of the door as the restraining bar fell into place. It was all to easy to Lodi who gravely remarked in the quiet of the room...<br/><br/>"This was all way to simple... barely a challenge at all."<br/><br/>It was then the Assassin turned and in the same motion pulled both of his twin blades out from their scabbards. Stepping forward Lodi was speed incarnate, the very talent or gift honed to a razor's edge. In what could only be measured in heartbeats the Killer moved from the door to across the room and was upon them before any defense could be mounted. To his credit Gamarius had managed to rise up from his couch, throwing off the rather lovely pleasure slave in an attempt to give alarm. One of Lodi's swords ripped cleanly thru the Scribe's neck pressing forward thru the throat till the point protruded out the back. The gargled rasp of a scream rolled out of Gamarius's mouth possible loud enough to be heard outside the room but unlikely to be recognized for what it was. The Scribe's whole body quivered uncontrollably due to the sword edge cutting partially into the spinal column. The only reason the dying Master had not fallen was simply due to Lodi holding his body aloft. Blood now running over the blade itself pumped out in arterial spirts.<br/><br/>The Killer's second weapon was at that moment pointed towards the slave girl. It's tip a clearly issued threat to the woman if she choose to act in any way that the Assassin did not agree with. Lodi stared into the eyes of Gamarius as they begun to grow dull with life. He watched with almost childlike fascination as the last of the Scribe life force ebbed away. Then his intense dark eyes turned and looked upon the pleasure slave drinking in her beauty like fine wine. A smile crossed the Assassin's lips as he studied her appealing curves, the dark creamy skin and those trembling pouting lips.<br/><br/>In a voice that was far too calm for the grisly scene taking place Lodi simply said remarked, "Breathtaking."<br/>