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| Kurma | Fri Aug 19, 2011 4:53 am Post #16 |
 
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Kurma watched the exchange between the two men. Finally, Raven's identity seemed to be coming back together. Still, a name had not come along, and the tortoise took this absence of information passively. For now, the man was still Raven, and Kurma had no complaints, for this is how he had become acquainted with him. What did trouble the Agewatcher, however, was the past occupation of his new ally. Raven was once a hunter of men, an assassin. Now perhaps some men deserved death, and Kurma was not one to judge a killer. He was a strong believer in justice. However, his experience with assassins was not a tale of just murders and noble killings. Assassination was honorless, for one, but it was often perpetrated not for retribution, but for vengeance or for greed. In the tortoise's moral code, retribution and vengeance were terrible things. A retribution is revenge for a greater cause, while vengeance is done in cold blood, for petty things. For greed. "Of course," Kurma said, a vacant look in his eyes. He approached the man he had slain. The corpse was horrific, twisted and mangled, an expression of anguish on its face, blood leaking from the gaping mouth. Its torso seemed warped by the impact of his hammer. The tortoise ran his claws over the casualty's face, closing his eyes. He deserved that, at least. Kurma reached into the man's breast pocket, and he felt something cool against his skin. He removed what appeared to be a compass from the slain assassin's cloak. It was made entirely of a purplish metal, and it was adorned with a dagger-shaped insignia on its case, which flipped open like a locket. The compass inside seemed to work, its needle pointing in a direction that Kurma supposed was north, but as the tortoise stood to show it to Raven, a second hinge gave, and the face of the compass swung open, revealing a hidden compartment within. Inside the compartment was a folded piece of parchment. "Raven, I believe this may be of importance," he called to his partner. |
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| Corvo Arquitus | Wed Aug 24, 2011 1:47 am Post #17 |
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Raven was shocked he couldn't believe it, in fact he did not want to. He tried to dismiss them as lies of a dieing rogue, but still something inside him told him that the man's words were true. "Then how did I end up like this?", he thought. Why did he have no memories of his past? Kurma called out to him, "Raven, I believe this may be of importance." Raven turned in Kurma's direction, his companion had a small object in his hand. Raven walked over to Kurma, he saw the shattered body of their fallen attacker. Now that he was close he could now clearly see the objects that Kurma was holding; a purple compass, and a piece of parchment. What struck Raven as odd was that the "compass" did not point North. Raven has just come from the North, the compass pointed in an entirely different direction. "To where..." he wondered. "Kurma may I see that piece of paper you have?" Hopefully, whatever it was that was on the paper might offer clues to his past. |
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| Kurma | Wed Aug 24, 2011 3:37 am Post #18 |
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"Of course," Kurma said, handing the folded up note to his ally. He didn't really much care to know the note's contents, unless Raven should decide it was something the tortoise should read. He put faith in his new companion, regardless of whatever shady past he may have lived. He seemed nice enough now, and for as long as he was not hostile against the tortoise personally, they would remain friends. As he watched the tragic ex-assassin, he wondered what it would be like to lose his own past. What would he do if he awoke one day to find that he no longer knew who he was. It was a philosophical question, of course, whether or not any answer he made in his current state of mind would remain valid should he lose himself. |
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| Corvo Arquitus | Wed Aug 24, 2011 4:16 am Post #19 |
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Unfolding the piece of parchment revealed a letter. Raven read it aloud: "A proclaimation from Grandmaster Cabal. Kill Corvo Arquitus and anyone who stands in your way. The secrets of the order are not to be revealed, he was once our comrade in arms, but no more. By choosing to defy the order of the Grandmaster, he has become our enemy. No one leaves the order and lives. Any man that kills him shall recieve 100,000 gold coins. Bring me his head and rip the sign of the order from his flesh. A traitor no longer deserves to bear the mark. " Corvo Arquitus, that was his true name. So that is why the cloaked men had attacked him. As for the compass where exactly it pointed he was not sure. Now what would he do? He was a hunted man, hunted by the very order of assassin he had been apart of. He decided he would travel to the Istan desert to seek answers. Corvo looked at Kurma, "This is my burden Kurma, not yours. You do not have to stay with me any longer, if you wish. I do not want to put your life at risk." Edited by Corvo Arquitus, Sat Aug 27, 2011 3:08 am.
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| Kurma | Sat Aug 27, 2011 12:46 am Post #20 |
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So 'Corvo Arquitus' is his name. How very interesting. The tortoise nodded slowly as the note was read aloud. He had once been an assassin, as the man had said, but no longer was he one of them. From now on, Corvo Arquitus was their bounty, and he needed a guide. Kurma took a long pause after the man made his statement: "This is my burden, Kurma, not yours." He closed his eyes and mulled over the scenario. Corvo's mind was fresh and malleable. In his past life, he may have lived an unfavorable lifestyle, but the tortoise could teach him the his philosophies, tell him his stories, and perhaps the Mudwarden could gain a valuable ally out of this man. "I wish to accompany you, my friend," he finally said, his deep voice benevolent and understanding. "There are many things about the world and your new life that you don't yet know, and I desire to help you learn them." |
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| Corvo Arquitus | Sat Aug 27, 2011 2:31 am Post #21 |
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So, Kurma would join him on his journey. "Very Well, Kurma."Corvo replied. Corvo knew if he was going to fight off the whole Order of Admantine Daggers he would need all the help he could get. "Alright Kurma, let us depart."Corvo said. And so Corvo and Kurma walked off into the unknown mist. Who knew what would await them. To be continued... |
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