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Derk crept along the wall. His tunic rustled, so he slowed down. Glancing around, he saw his target. Slipping his knife out of his belt, Derk pulled his arm back. Then he swung forward and released. A second later, the dagger pierced the man’s back and he crumpled to the ground. As people crowded around the body, Derk slipped through the shadows, winding his way toward the center of the city. Mission accomplished.

This RP is set in an Arabian city, Bilan, during the medieval era. The organization of the Hand of Blood has infiltrated the city and is eliminating key political figures. When their job is done, the armies of Europe will take the city. You can join the Hand of Blood and rise in the ranks as you clear the path fro the European troops. You will follow the orders of your superior officers.

Main Targets:

Ali Harab: Head of Bilan’s military

Schered Maala: Sultan of the small kingdom

Falar Vazar: Grand Vizier (once Maala is eliminated, he will attempt to take the power)

There will also be other less important targets. Fill out a character sheet:

This example is my real character sheet:

Name: Derk Grimbole

Rank: Leader (people will start as Rogue, then move up to Assassin, then Shadow, then Viceroy)

Age: 27

Physical description: Black hair long enough to cover his blue eyes, thin and short build.

History: Born in Romania, at age 12 drafted into town militia. Derk rose in the ranks, then was recruited by a European ruler to start undercover operations in Arabia at age 21.

[no i'm not from Romania, but i have a lot of european blood and romania is cool :)]

Derk slipped through the window and landed softly on the rug. Automatically, he glanced around to make sure he was alone. Then, he strode across the room and sat down at his desk. Derk picked up a letter from the Count who had hired him. It informed him that reinforcements would be arriving as soon as Derk had established a safe area. Derk sighed. Noise through the window alerted him that there was a commotion in the street. When he went to check, he saw soldiers rushing through. Ha, I guess they’re searching for me, he thought. Turning, Derk pushed open a hidden door behind his desk and crept to into a dark closet. Grabbing his important papers off his desk on the way in, the assassin closed the door behind him and slid to the floor. It was dark. So dark.

Derk examined the darkskinned man who had introduced himself as Kamau. Nodding, he looked down to read again the letter from the Count. The first reinforcement had arrived.

After going over Kamau's skills and training, Derk outlined his first mission.

"You'll need to take out a Persian noblemen. He has a high standing in this kingdom, and his death will disrupt their way of life. This will be the first building block for the chaos we will sow here."

Derk took a minutes pause to let this sink in.

"His name is Tari Rouda. Tomorrow night, as the sun is setting, he will be returning from an early meeting with one of his noblemen friends. He will be surrounded by four guards. Judging from your skills, it'll be easy to take them out. But don't misjudge Rouda. He's got some skill of his own."

[i will be playing as all the targets, setting up the situation]

Tari grumbled as the slaves rocked his chair. Pulling aside the veil, he yelled at them. The slaves stiffened and attempted to walk more gently, so Tari let the veil fall back into it's place.

Derk mingled with the crowd, waiting for Tari's arrival. Then, his retinue rounded the corner and came into plain sight. Now was the time. Turning, Derk clenched his fist and socked another peasant in the stomach. While the man recovered, Derk turned and tripped another. Then he slipped into an alley to watch the carnage.

Tari grumbled and stuck his head out to see what the delay was for. A free-for-all was being fought in front of hhim, and his chair was jostled as peasants rammed into his slaves. "Break them up!" Tari yelled to his guards. "Kill a few as an example!"

Derk laughed. It would take a few minutes to clear out the street, and in that time, Kamau could finish the job.

Immediately, his prisoner whacked his hand and Derks weapon fell to the ground and disappeared under the feet of the moving crowd. Distracted by the crowd, Derk was unaware of the fist swinging towards him. His last thought before he fell was, I can’t even take my own advice.

Tari grunted as a sharp pain spiked through his stomach. Gripping the knife embedded in him, he trembled and felt blood slathered over his hands. Falling to his knees, he shuddered and fell flat on the ground.

Derk slowly pulled himself up as a body hit the ground. Looking up, Derk saw the Persian facedown on the ground. Smiling, Derk stumbled down an alley, motioning at Kamau to follow him.

"Now?" Derk chuckled. "We stay safe until this commotion dies down. Follow me." Derk led Kamau through the city, avoiding guards and staying in the shadows. As the sun set, the two assassins arrived at Derk's house.

"Hopefully, we'll be getting more reinforcements soon," said Derk. "But i wouldn't count on it. We better get used to doing these jobs on our own."

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The he looped the twine through and used some sap from another tree to help glue it. He tested out, "hmmm this should last me a while, no twang, oh snap!"he thought.

Kamau pulled a bit too hard and it almost snapped, "I got to let this harden some more, in about 2 days i should have another good bow" he thought.

[[ come on guys, more people join!!!!]]

The next morning, Derk brushed past Kamau in the city. A slip of paper passed from Derk's hand to Kamau's. If the exchange worked right, nobody would notice. But one man did.

Xaryl was a guard of the late Tari Rouda's retinue. He had been stationed at the Persian embassy in Bilan before Rouda had arrived, and murders, or as he thought, assassinations, were getting more and more common. So Xaryl was always on the lookout for anything suspicious. As he watched, the two men disappear down the main path, he suddenly slipped into action. Trying to attract the least attention possible of a man sprinting down the road, Xaryl rushed toward where he had last seen the man who received the paper. Loooking down evey street at the ntersection, he recognized the man's steady gait and followed him. Once he was only a few steps behind, he quietly placeed his hand on his knife and prepared to take a captive.

[remember not to incapacitate or seriously wound anybody w/out me :) ]

Xaryl leaped to his feet and raced after the african man, squeezing his arm. Finally, he was so far behind, he could just see the figure sprinting down the street. But Xaryl knew this city like tha back of his hand, and he thought he could predict where the African was going. Cutting through side streets, he zigzagged through the city until he came upon his prey from behind in the middle of the market. By the light of the rising moon, he raised his knife and aimed for the back of the man's neck. There would be no escape now.

[[it's a song? never heard of it...]]

[[this is sorta getting boring because you have mos to the posts, i just sit along and says how i did somthing and you determine if it works or not... this is a good rp but would be better if more people joined]]

[are you gonna keep going?]