DISCLAIMER: Graphic sexual scenes ahead.
Arimghar,
Once you sabotage the night guard’s quarter’s I need you to check on Advencia’s team. I have my reservations in her ability to acquire the brother. Ensures she stays the course and he makes it back in one piece. Leave the father alive, he’ll have use when she’s ready.
- The Crimson Hand
In the faint flicker of candlelight, Lye set the quill upon the redwood desk. After three folds and a seal of wax, Lye rolled the message and bound it in twine. Leaving a loop, Lye turned to a raven patiently waiting at the edge of his desk. The bird bowed and the assassin slipped the message over the bird’s neck.
Trained to deliver, the Raven spread its wings and glided to the floor. With a cautious eye, it watched the embers of their fire glow a soft red through the ash. It jumped close, then skittered back, its wings scattering the ash about to reveal what embers still burned and which had gone out. With a glance to its master, the raven took off and shot up the exhaust flute at incredible speeds.
After watching his message depart, Lye turned back to his desk where a written letter remained sealed from earlier that day. While he busied testing Amari’s loyalty, a message from Gimmel arrived. The assassin’s fingers worked the seal, a sigil of Aurelianus’ house, and folded open its contents.
Lye lowered the letter onto the desk and looked toward his bed. Amari’s mane of red peeked from beneath the furs and spilled across down pillows. Exhausted from her trials, only a banshee’s scream could wake her. Verdant eyes reverted to the parchment sent by Aurelianus’ messenger and his mind reiterated the information.Cutter,
As promised, here’s what I know about the chit:
The mark on her back can bring her back from death. Just smear a bit of blood over it and she’s right as rain. Well, more like back at death’s door, but alive nonetheless.
She has two other marks, not visible to you. One makes her desire a man’s touch regardless of her will. The other denies her of release until deflowered. Twisted whoever put them on her, I much like the fellow or lass.
Have fun.
“Hmm…” Lye rose from his chair releasing a squeak from the wood. Amari stirred at the sound and adjusted herself. One of her long, slender legs slipped from the furs, exposed to the crisp air. Parchment in hand, the assassin walked to the hearth’s embers and flung the letter upon the glowing coals. He walked to the bedside and hovered over Amari, watching as she slept. His hand stretched out and dragged a lock of red from her face.
The killer’s lips twisted into a snarl.
Tired from the night, Lye began to undress, removing his leggings and all other semblance of clothes. He slipped himself into his bed beside the girl and laid his head upon his arms. Eyes to the ceiling, he pondered the next day’s events and just before he slipped into slumber, the room glowed orange from the hearth. Aurelianus’ letter was no more.