The dark figure stood atop a cliffs edge looking down on the brightly lit village. He stood with his back against the wind, his cape blowing forewards. This night was the first time he had smiled in some time. It had been very small, and his hood prevented any from seeing it, but it was there. It had been a change in plans. This job had been getting much too tiresome recently.
Originally, there were jobs that were worth his time. But those men were all dead, they had been replaced by others, less strong, less challenging. It had been quite dissapointing.
But right when he had been about to migrate someplace else, a surprise came. There was one question however. This girl, who had challenged him so boldly, she had been so unafraid. So was this simply foolishness to be so brave, or was there something more that he was not aware of? If he had slit her throat, would it have simply grown back? Would it have released some powerful force that he did not anticipate?
How many millenia he had lived, he could no longer count, but he had not lived them by being foolish, and going blindly into battle against those who could not be beaten. He would take his time. He would learn all he could about this girl, and when he had learned enough, then he would decide what he would do with her.
As for the society of the Death Rose, they would of course be very upset. Although this would never be revealed to the public, there was no such policy for debt exchange. In fact, Ravin would be the next person who was contracted for. He smiled at the thought. He went through the hunters who would be difficult, and those who would not.
Seth might be a challenge. Viridian also might give him trouble. Mirium was extremely skilled, but lacked the patience necessary to be truly dangerous. Of course in the Society of the Death Rose's little black book of hunters, there was only a small fraction of a percentage margin between each one's abilities. Ravin (himself) was the exception.
Oh yes, and Yevaud too. Yevaud was the other exception. If Yevaud was still working the Death Rose, then Ravin would have to be very careful. Of course, Kaleb was a dead man either way. Ironically if he had stayed in town he might have survived. The Death Rose would not want to reveal dissent within their own ranks, but by going someplace where his pardon was unknown, he would die.
Ravin, like the girl who had believed herself unfollowed, would have to go back to his place of sollitude. He needed to pull out all the stops. There were some epic battles yet to come, and he would be prepared. After the week was over, he would cease to be known as The Shade. He would cease to be seen as the mystical figure who hunted down men and killed them without movement. After this week he would be known as a much more dangerous foe. A foe which had made him feared and hated throughout all time by nearly all races. A foe that made...
Too many memories. He shut them off. Mirdrial ceased to exist. Only the task before him.
Once he had prepared for the rest of this night, creating his small, random storehouses of items to replenish his inventory, of specialty weapons for any occasion, while still allowing himself to be unhindered by excess weight he would hybernate for the day. He would of course alert his informants to keep tabs on any new arrivals...
OOC: Um, Ravin is a character who i believe to be out of your character's class, so i am going to mix things up a bit with a couple extra people. Be creative.
