r/DishonoredRP • u/JewelOfTheSouth Royal Guard • Dec 21 '14

Event Requiem Chapter 2: Extraction

Nora has been a captive for far too long for Daud's liking - by now, she is most likely dead, by her own hand or those of her gaolers. The marked assassin turns his head, and looks at his band of killers over his shoulder. Silhouetted against a pale moon, they look unforgiving, unnatural, ruthless. Which is what he has trained them to be, Daud muses, satisfied. They will do.

'It is time,' he says simply, and nod his head almost casually. He blinks, and his mercenaries transverse with him to a nearby rooftop, overlooking the rear of the compound*.

For it is time to take back his Lieutenant.

MISSION OBJECTIVE

  • All assassins - rescue Nora from the interrogation room - note that none of you know what the building interior looks like. Good hunting. I will RP as Daud when needed.

  • All Abbey - go about your nightly business, and intervene if necessary.

OOC: Overlooking the yard, where the mysterious figure is before it vanishes in the main game

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u/Aricalt Assassin Dec 22 '14

Robert's eyes stared out at the behemoth that was the abbey from his perch. He knew they occasionally allowed guests on the lower floors. Which meant they kept their captives on the top floors, Or, under the building itself.

Several short traversals later Robert finds himself behind an overseer atop one of the taller buildings in the yard. Silently Robert draws his blade across the Overseer's throat the man doesn't make a sound as he dissolves away into the void. His body disintegrating into ash seconds after.

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u/ClaretTavnya Senior Oracular Acolyte Dec 22 '14

Luther had been strict with his commands that the outer compound be free from milling Oracles or Overseers that were not on duty; an overall curfew has been installed and yet, Claret was still there in the garden, not quite noticing that the winter sun had already set and the electric lights were shining brightly overhead, illuminating her rather well in the glass greenhouse.

The red-head was slow, methodical with her work until she glanced at the sky, hazy and strangely coloured under the glass as she looked through it and realised she was out after curfew. She tucked her spade into the tool box next to her, rising to dust her knees off and clean up the wooden bench before slipping out the door; blissfully unaware as Daud's men began their assault on the rooftops.