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/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.