bourgeoisiemustache
Junior Member
Intro
Durzol watched the fray from the rooftops with amused glint in his eyes. Obviously, coming in late due to being chased by goons from the neighboring kingdom was not his idea of a good day of fun, but he could deal. Watching all of the talented warriors down below made his belly tingle with excitement. There were all species there, from drakes to feys and humans. All a good hearty mix and all with various abilities and skill sets. He scanned the crowd once more, his eyes scintillating.
It was full on warfare, various groups duking it out however they saw fit. Durzol couldn't decide what even to do. Of course, he didn't really come here to make enemies anyways. He had enough of those. Strategically, he knew as an assassin that even if he didn't make friends on this fine day it was a perfect opportunity to keep his friends close and his enemies closer.
Now, he thought. Where to begin... He jumped down into the fray, sure to stay as close to the shadows as possible. He caught a glimpse of a girl completely destroying a tough old man with mushrooms and shook his head in disbelief and excitement. Such interesting feats! He let out a small snicker and continued to watch the fray. Keeping to the shadows was something that had been drilled into him every night and every day. He could not understate the importance of not being seen. Observe, decide, do, was the motto he always used when he was out on an assassination, usually of some bigwig that his employer had a grudge against.
He never really had anything against the men he killed,in fact he could probably have been friends with them in some alternate universe. But money was money and bread was bread. Having gone this long into the business there was nothing as lucrative as assassinations and dirty work. The only reason he joined this blasted competition was for the money. He had no dreams of valor, just earning enough to make ends meet.
Battle
He wanted to prove himself and he guessed, after a few minutes of observing, that was just about what he was going to do. From the shadows, he had been watching some big burly giant of a man taking down the smaller pipsqueaks of the Tournament. Just a no name criminal but Durzol was sure he was at least a threat to the little guys. And he wanted to be there to help.
He pulled his cloak up and began tracking the man silently and swiftly, ducking between groups of fighters and into frays. Quietly, when he was sure that the man had no idea that Durzol was following him, he pulled out his his knife and began a swift attempt for the man's largest uncovered weakness point: his neck
Results
- Durzol has entered the battle
- Durzol has engaged in combat!
Durzol watched the fray from the rooftops with amused glint in his eyes. Obviously, coming in late due to being chased by goons from the neighboring kingdom was not his idea of a good day of fun, but he could deal. Watching all of the talented warriors down below made his belly tingle with excitement. There were all species there, from drakes to feys and humans. All a good hearty mix and all with various abilities and skill sets. He scanned the crowd once more, his eyes scintillating.
It was full on warfare, various groups duking it out however they saw fit. Durzol couldn't decide what even to do. Of course, he didn't really come here to make enemies anyways. He had enough of those. Strategically, he knew as an assassin that even if he didn't make friends on this fine day it was a perfect opportunity to keep his friends close and his enemies closer.
Now, he thought. Where to begin... He jumped down into the fray, sure to stay as close to the shadows as possible. He caught a glimpse of a girl completely destroying a tough old man with mushrooms and shook his head in disbelief and excitement. Such interesting feats! He let out a small snicker and continued to watch the fray. Keeping to the shadows was something that had been drilled into him every night and every day. He could not understate the importance of not being seen. Observe, decide, do, was the motto he always used when he was out on an assassination, usually of some bigwig that his employer had a grudge against.
He never really had anything against the men he killed,in fact he could probably have been friends with them in some alternate universe. But money was money and bread was bread. Having gone this long into the business there was nothing as lucrative as assassinations and dirty work. The only reason he joined this blasted competition was for the money. He had no dreams of valor, just earning enough to make ends meet.
Battle
He wanted to prove himself and he guessed, after a few minutes of observing, that was just about what he was going to do. From the shadows, he had been watching some big burly giant of a man taking down the smaller pipsqueaks of the Tournament. Just a no name criminal but Durzol was sure he was at least a threat to the little guys. And he wanted to be there to help.
He pulled his cloak up and began tracking the man silently and swiftly, ducking between groups of fighters and into frays. Quietly, when he was sure that the man had no idea that Durzol was following him, he pulled out his his knife and began a swift attempt for the man's largest uncovered weakness point: his neck
Results
- Durzol has entered the battle
- Durzol has engaged in combat!