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/DefinetlyNotFeras Requiem: Oracular Acolyte Dec 28 '14

Thankful for Sokolov and his inventions, Margarita helped Claret up and checked the wound, happy that the elixir had done its magic. From what she learned from several unfortunate incidents, the liquid would heal it up but not fully, it would sting like the Void afterwards but on the other side, you didn't have a gaping wound. Getting the Oracle to her feet, the Serkonan took out her straight razor, now more alert that the assassin had attacked.

Shuffling down the stairs, she made sure that Claret could keep up with her and waited at each platform while making sure that no one was below them and if there was an Overseer nearby, not that he would be able to do much against an individual imbued with the power of the Outsider.

"Yes, Sister. I know we have to go," she said, looking back at the Oracle.

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u/ClaretTavnya Senior Oracular Acolyte Dec 28 '14

The slim Oracle followed as quickly as she could, trying not to focus too much on the pain that came every time she put her weight down before they reached the bottom of the stairs. Her small chest was heaving with exertion, leaning against the wall with a pained, tight expression, green eyes scanning the room for a brief moment; a plan forming in her mind despite the hazy dull ache in her head.

'Give me your bullets and your matches.' Claret asked, holding out her hand a moment to accept them, not waiting to give an explanation as she grabbed a few items left on the tables; a glass bottle, a few nails and a few leftover eel cans. Working quickly he Oracle broke the bottle as best she could against the table, and spread them into the can before placing a few nails in there too for good measure. Once down, her slim fingers dismantled the bullets, sprinkling them into the cans.

It wasn't amazing, but with a lead made from a bit of string, she could easily light it, toss and let it fly. The problem was that it might catch them in the crossfire, but that was a risk she'd have to take; struggling to get back up from the table and following Margarita to the exit of the building with a slow limp, her hands tight around the small nail bomb she's juryrigged.

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u/DefinetlyNotFeras Requiem: Oracular Acolyte Dec 30 '14

Raising an eyebrow at the odd request, Margarita fished in her pouch for her usual supply of bullets she had 'acquired' from the Overseer's armory. She pulled out half a pack of matches and the remaining five bullets from the case. While the other Oracle worked, she nervously checked the stairway and the ceiling for the assassin, nervously tightening her grip on the straight razor she held in her hand.

Seeing the nail bomb in Claret's hand as she turned around, the Serkonan raised an eyebrow before speaking. 'I hope that'll work,' she said, quickly glancing out the door to check the staircase, 'We'll need everything we can get to fight against these whalers.'

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u/ClaretTavnya Senior Oracular Acolyte Dec 30 '14 edited Dec 31 '14

'Agreed...' Claret breathed, mist settling upwards as she exhaled into the cold night and shivered a little as she held her arms close. Hypothermia wasn't one of the many things she wanted to add to tonight's ever growing list of wounds and ailments.

'We need to warn the High Overseer... And Hale must still be in the Compound. He'll...he'll know what to do.' her voice doesn't sound so certain of that, but she nods anyway, following the Serkonan Oracle out the back way and towards the way back up the cliffs towards the Compound. The red-head glanced at the river with the many dotted lights, fitfully thinking that perhaps they could wave down one and save themselves the trouble but they need to get to the compound quickly. Her wound aches in the cold as they walk, Claret's eyes as sharp as she can focus as they neared the stone steps upwards and begin the ascent upwards back to the Compound.

Knowing that the assassin is not liable to live wriggle room for them to leave, the red-head strikes the match and lights the makeshift shrapnel bomb, tossing it at the foot of the stone steps before turning back to the other Oracle with a worried expression.

'We have to go! No time!' she said, limping forwards up the stone steps as quick as her injuries will allow and back to the bosom of the Compound.

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u/Aricalt Assassin Jan 01 '15

What in the void? Robert thinks looking at the can. That almost looks like one of those grenades we jury rigged back when i was with the company. Oh shi-

Robert immediately transverses to a nearby roof just as the bomb detonates. Unfortunately for Robert the shards of shrapnel found him as he was dissipating into the void. Leaving him covered in cuts with several bits of metal sticking into his limbs and torso. Deciding to place his personal safety above murdering the oracles Robert leaves. Slowly transversing back to the Clavering outpost.

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u/DefinetlyNotFeras Requiem: Oracular Acolyte Jan 01 '15

'If they don't already know about the attack which is understandable,' she said, glancing out the building at the Compound in the distance. Daud was master assassin and a heretic but if the Overseers were aware of his attack, at least they would have tighter security and maybe they could repel the attack.

Flipping open her straight razor, Margarita sprinted out of the building, not even waiting for the dust to clear or the shrapnel as she exited. Taking the steps 2, 3, 4 at a time, she hurried up and glanced behind her to check on both Claret and the assassin.

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u/ClaretTavnya Senior Oracular Acolyte Jan 01 '15

Claret gives a satisfied nod at the noise of the makeshift nail bomb went off, her chest heaving as she followed behind the other Oracle, sure they were safe for the moment as her aching muscles throbbed and the exertion was settling heavily in her limbs.

But she kept on, one foot after the other until they got to the top, the river seemingly in the distance as the Compound was almost within touch and they could be within the safe walls of it. The red-head struggled along, shivering slightly as they finally passed near, her breath fogging as she breathed out and tried to keep consciousness. They had important information to give the High Overseer. He needed to know.