Time is money (Closed)

[Salem]

Another day another dollar, Salem had just killed his best friend who was a fraud. Why one might ask; well lying was unforgivable to Salem. Yet, of course for others such was a natural way of life. Salem had tried to be a part of a community type of guy. This didn’t work out, so be it. No he was on the prowl to better things or well at least something else. At the moment he had found that. Salem at been traveling with a group heading toward where some believe as heaven or the closest your every going to get. He was actually sent to kill an orc by the name of Stig Nortic. Given a piece of parchment telling him where he could find giant sasquatch of a beast.

He didn’t have much more than a picture and brief description to go, yet he felt like this task would be just what he needed. He would become a killer for hired. Some would call this an assassin, but he didn’t plan to do this out in the middle on the night. He wanted this to be done just like a fight or duel if you will. Salem had no issue killing another person. He just preferred to do this in a fair manner.

Salem had finally arrived to the wilderness of Skavia. The deep rugged mountain terrain was home to several tribes and animals of foul nature. This was solely business for the dark elf that allowed him to put a little jiggle in his pocket.


With nearly a week passing …

Salem had found his target and challenged his opponent to fight within the Citadel. This actually took some time however; most orc just like his target was brute and wanted to Fight Salem right then and there but he had managed to get him to see the bigger picture of having people for every country see him in a fight that could show case if he was to win.

Salem wanted to do a mockery type of dance saying “Yes, look at me. I BIG IDIOT”, but he had to keep himself calm and not go through this this type of behavior. Although he would have loved it he had terms that he had to agree to. The list in fact was pretty large. He had to make the kill public, at the Citadel, use no poisons, and have his head spiked on a large stick to be carried around some city of which Salem had no idea.

[Salem]

Now at the place and time he had waited for, Salem was finally back in the one place he belonged. He would live at the Citadel and most likely die where he stood if not some random place by a dork in some black getup running around town as he or she hid in the shadows.

Salem stood in a sand pit much like the dreamed about gladiators of fighters before his time. Salem felt the arena setting would be fitting for the show about to happen. The wooden fence like dome around him gave him and his soon to be opponent only fifteen feet in diameter as their stomping grounds. The high fenced in arena had bleachers all round for everyone to see.

So Salem toyed with his weapons as he made his appearance to the crowd. Raising his arms high holding his steel dagger s. He screamed from excitement.

The roar of the crowed followed suit in his behavior to extreme points some of the crowd screaming cures and others flashing body parts. Salem turned to face the gate entrance as he heard the wood creak with the opening for the metal barred door opening up. The freakishly sized male was way too damn big Salem thought as he knew speed would be the key for this victory and his promised goal.

So Salem couldn’t help himself…

In a common tongue once again he spoke “Wow fatty you eat a fuck ton”. Salem grinned and nearly laughed as his opponent bellowed in anger. The color of his ugly skin looking like it might turn red if it was able to do such creepy transformations.

[Wreck It Ralph]

Stig had a long trip and was not pleased with the events at had. The giant warrior was indeed angry with this scrawny boy. The dark elf comes to his home and calls him out as a warrior. He could never let that go unpunished.

So as Stig walked out into the arena of the foreign arena he felt at home with his core instincts yet everyone around him in the stands seem to be nothing but a ruse of bull shit the giant mused. Furthermore, not even after setting foot in the arena for less than five minutes he was insulated.

His first reaction was a mighty bellow of rage. Stig would have the thin stick like dark being feed to his pets at home. His face had gone from normal everyday anger to pissed. Drawing his huge battleaxes, Stig would end this so could fight in less than five minutes or at least he assumed as much. Without even giving a hey are you ready or any other word like expression he charged his opponent to kill him. Stig raised his massive arms back for a hay maker like blow from both his left and right handed dual weapons.

Stig aimed to literally break nearly all the bones within the torso and stomach area if he was in fact not able to just cut through the tiny man that laughable believed himself worthy as his foe. So just as he closed he gave few words in a loud deep voice “Get ready to die boy!”.

[Salem]

Salem laughed he couldn’t help himself. Even to point that he almost forgot he was suppose to be killing someone at this exact moment. The big running tree of a giant was like a juggernaut that looked like a weighted down dump truck. Of course the dork was huge but man was this jerk slower than anyone he had ever seen. Salem took off toward his opponent likewise drawing his daggers. He looked at the massive battleaxes not being able but wonder if he was trying to compensate for something…

Salem slightly laughed to himself. Salem would go into a slide in between the giant tree looks dork’s legs and come from behind with a quick stab to the neck or two. Doing just as he had planned so far so good. This way to easy but whom was he to argue.

Pushing himself up as he slide under the guy Salem would do a rol and use his hand to push him up to his feet in a quick practice movement as he then hop onto the Stig’s back. Using the points of his daggers to dig straight into the neck he would force them in circular motion to completely around the guy’s head clean off. Grinning to himself at the easy victory when out of nowhere a rouge dagger had impaled itself in the skull of the beast just as he had finished behead the orc.

Looking frantically Salem searched for the origins for the projectile weapon from the stands. When young male had stood and was literally running down to the Arena. Confused as to what was happening Salem pulled his blades and took a defensive stance toward some random human running and actually jumping into the now bloody sandy pit arena.

[Salem]

( Did not mean to post this turn. Wrong Character)

[Nart]

Nart laughed aloud as he seeming ran and jumped over the side railing to the pits. He had a contract on the man who had stood victorious in his battle and it seemed like the perfect time to strike. With the guy he had been told carried the name of Salem and looked right from the brief description would now die. By the use of his wind manipulation he glided over the air as he came to a easy and soft land onto the sandy surface. Nart Esil stood only a few feet from his pay day. Too bad the Salem wouldn’t get to enjoy his just won victory. Nart Esil mused over the thought as it passed. He grinned with a wide smile and laughed with a tone of mockery.

“So it is Salem right?”, Nart questioned the man that stood near him only feet away. Nart could almost feel the ale he was going to drink this victory he imaged in his mind.

“Not that is matters, but the name of your killer today is Nart Esil”, he went on saying to the guy who looked confused to no end. Nart pulled his tonto from its sheath and was ready to get him a bag filled with a head of its own.

He would afford the same curtsey that he had just seen earlier given by Salem, none. “You think your hot shit huh elf boy?” Nart would taunt his opponent. Putting both hands on his weapon Nart summoned the air around his feet and would use the pressure to push him up just a few feet and to cut his opponent down. Using the short sword weapon to in a diagonal slash to cleave his head from his shoulders Nart would have a quick victory, or so he thought.

[Salem]

“Hahaha”, Salem laughed as he sprang into action. He had rolled forward under his opponent just like his last. Salem had ended right back on his feet and turned to face the young male. Nart he believe the guy said his name was. Salem bit the hilt of his dagger and flung a ball of fire at his opponents head. Just getting his attention for the finally. Salem rushed him well taking hold of his daggers once more. He would with a flying knee and come down with a slash from his right dagger. This movement being precise and completely on target if of course did land on its mark he could very well kill his opponent.

After he would land on his feet Salem would regain his stance ready to follow up with the kill. Salem grinned wide as he said “ So its elf boy for me right, I believe I may be winning this match”, his taunt would be aimed right the young human male. Salem refused to let up.

“So, oh yea your supposed to be my assassin right? You kinda suck it this dude”, Salem went on about to bust from the laughter he released.

Planting his feet Salem wondered how his name was on someone’s hit list. It felt like the most correct time to wonder why this guy wanted his head for money. Salem knew he couldn’t be worth more than a few hundred gold. Why would someone want him died? His thought pattern kept coming back to the one precise fact.

[Nart]

This turd Nart thought as he just rolled under his person. “Really?” Nart asked just before he got hit with a fire ball. Nart’s anger was nearing the point that he would explode. He turned to face Salem just he heard the taunts keep rolling at him. The second didn’t bother him as much most likely because he was already pissed. He wanted to end this.

He watched the flying knee come at him as simply turned and moved to the side. Then noticing the drawback of the blade he pulled up and deflected the strike from the dagger. AS Nart stepped forward with a quick turn on his heel he jetted back to his opponent this time he knew for sure. This would end the match. Nart could smell his victory.

Nart would go aim for a lethal strike and slash with a heavy blow across the mid-section of his opponent and with a heavy jerk like pull motion he would make sure the blade once if it did connect would sink only deeper into his opponent. Nart laughed aloud as he knew he would end the fight.


Pay Day

[Salem]

Watched his opponent turn and charge… Stepping in and wrapping his right around his opponents sword arm Salem would direct his other dagger to planet it self into his opponents chest. All the while, planting his other foot behind the body and legs of his opponent. Thus he would easily perform a hip toss. Salem landed with his knee firmly landing on his opponent’s chest. Salem would lean down and press his dagger to the throat of his opponent dragging the blade slowly.

Salem spoke clear and with a tone of mockery, “ Boy you was never good enough to take head, ever!”

Salem yelled the last word. As he saw the fear in the boy man’s eyes just as life left him. The slow dying breath of him dragged on as his body went limp. Salem stood up and held his high. As the victory he screamed of achievement. Feeling the fury of his emotions and the fire he felt within himself. Salem had felt more so alive than ever before.

He wiped himself off. The bloody dirt and sweat that covered his body. He felt crust from the muddy substance that had covered his feet and arms. Needing to finally be done with all this he went from his price before this whole mess started.



Victory Comes With A Price

[Salem]

Salem went for the head of the orc. The one he had come for, his pay day. He walked over in a slow angered and achieved sense of feeling about himself. He had bested not one but two fighters one after the other. Although he knew they were not experts. Salem could tell they were warriors in their own right. Both save for Nart was ready to die.
Salem grabbed the head by the hair and walked out of the arena. He laughed from the chaotic turn of events. As he strolled through doorway made into a portal he found himself standing back where he started. Seeing the man who had hired him in the first place for the task Salem threw the head of his defeated opponent at the robed figures feet.

Salem spoke clearly “I want my money’. Salem was at best unbalanced. His hands shook from him being extremely tired.
Grabbing his money Salem took his leave just after saying, “ Let me know if this is to happen again.”
Salem walked through crowd as he needed to get away from this all.


Salem smile for once a true smile as he spoke to himself… “I need a drink”.

Yet of course, he was stuck with the after math. His mind would go back and forth for weeks on if he did the right thing. Would Salem completely change or would this little bump just be that? Salem was no longer the guy he was just months ago and now he could very well be even more change from minutes ago. Only time with tell.

[Salem]

The after effect of miss deeds…


(Three Weeks Later)

Salem had been sitting in a tavern like normal when he had time to kill. He laughed and shot the shit with the other guys his age playing cards and drunk from ale. While he sat and played around with no care in the world for hours on end Salem was unaware he was being tracked by another or well not tracked watched would be the correct term. The funny and sadly was Salem had no clue in his drunk state of mind.

Just as Salem went to call it a night and grab the cardboard deck holder he turned it over seeing a written note. Slowly he worked out the message reading “I’ll be seeing you boy”. Salem laughed. Normally most would be scared but it wasn’t like he was trying hide who or what he did in his daily activities So, with a sway or two on his way out the door he spoke only one response to his secret admirer “Hope you thought this through”.


Strong Willed and Hard Headed Can’t Be All That Bad…

[Philomel]

Name of Judgement: Time is Money (http://www.althanas.com/world/showthread.php?29383-Time-is-money-%28Closed%29)
Judgement Type: No Judgement
Participants: Salem, Nart, Wreck It Ralph

Rewards:
Salem (http://www.althanas.com/world/member.php?17567-Salem) receives:
620 EXP
88 GP

Nart (http://www.althanas.com/world/member.php?17320-Nart) receives:
150 EXP
22 GP

Wreck It Ralph (http://www.althanas.com/world/member.php?18152-Wreck-It-Ralph) receives:
75 EXP
11 GP

Suggestion by Judge: to be considered for discount for GP for transference of items from character to character. (Nart and Wreck It Wralph are finishing as characters here).

[Lye]

EXP & GP added!