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You stand, watching a suspicious-looking man walk down a street. From the safety of a rooftop, you are safe to observe unnoticed. When he rounds a corner, you follow him on the rooftops. It's a dark alley. You hop down into the street, and let your knives slide out of your sleeves. The man turns around, and cries out a bit -- but it's too quiet for anyone to hear but you. With a flash, your blades slash across his chest, and he lies on the ground dead. ''Damn thief,'' you think. ''always stealing from others.'' | You stand, watching a suspicious-looking man walk down a street. From the safety of a rooftop, you are safe to observe unnoticed. When he rounds a corner, you follow him on the rooftops. It's a dark alley. You hop down into the street, and let your knives slide out of your sleeves. The man turns around, and cries out a bit -- but it's too quiet for anyone to hear but you. With a flash, your blades slash across his chest, and he lies on the ground dead. ''Damn thief,'' you think. ''always stealing from others.'' | ||
| - | It is | + | It is 20th-century England. And the war between assassins and thieves has begun. |
*[[head to your apartment]] | *[[head to your apartment]] | ||
*[[look around for more thieves]] | *[[look around for more thieves]] | ||
| - | [[Category: Assassin's Guild | + | [[Category: The Assassin's Guild]] [[Category: AG Ezra]] |
Current revision as of 22:54, 28 November 2017
You stand, watching a suspicious-looking man walk down a street. From the safety of a rooftop, you are safe to observe unnoticed. When he rounds a corner, you follow him on the rooftops. It's a dark alley. You hop down into the street, and let your knives slide out of your sleeves. The man turns around, and cries out a bit -- but it's too quiet for anyone to hear but you. With a flash, your blades slash across his chest, and he lies on the ground dead. Damn thief, you think. always stealing from others.
It is 20th-century England. And the war between assassins and thieves has begun.
