Morindas

[Solivagus]

The door to Scarlot's office swung open, letting a swift gust of air into the room, disturbing the mass of papers before Scarlot. Angrily she turned towards the door, ready to give whoever had opened it a piece of her mind. To her surprise, however, the room was empty. Angrily she moved to the door and slammed it shut with an almighty BANG! Muttering to herself about having to retidy all of the paper she whirled back to her desk-and came face to face with a tall, hooded figure.

 

Silently the figure bowed to the dark elf, before taking up an application form for the AVV.

 

Why I would be an asset to the Alliance of Vagabonds and Vanguards.

 

My name is Morindas Belathron, Grammaton Cleric second class. From birth, the Grammaton Cleric is trained at the temple of Mitharald in the arts of darkness and shadow. We are the worlds foremost assasins, spies and infiltrators. In the name of Mitharald we bring death to all who oppose us, delivering the souls of our victims to the Lord of Shadows.

 

While we are primarily assasins, and therefore work better alone, many of us join with groups of adventurers so that we may have the chance of delivering yet more souls to our master.

 

At the bottom of the page Morindas signed his application with the Grammaton Clerics motto: Emotica nil placa met mortis

 

Still without saying anything Morindas stood, placed the application on Scarlots desk, and waited.

[Tamaranis]

Scarlot’s right hand twitched slightly, as if she were suffering from a nervous tick. Or almost going for a weapon.

 

The sheer audacity of this… whatever, waltzing into her office with whatever shadows or magic. Applying, but presenting himself as a superior. He bowed, but seemed ironic about it. The dark, silent, lurking type was almost as bad as the overtly good and righteous type. They were at least as cocky.

 

“You…” She started to say, her voice full of venom.

 

But all the same, he had somehow slipped past her into her own office. At the very least he was good at being sneaky. And as much as she didn’t appreciate this little display, all the hero-types would probably find it just as aggravating.

 

“…can pick a room in the underground.” She continued, “Your application will be under consideration.”