Part VIII: Vengeance in the Dark
Vengeance in the Dark
Fifteenth Day of the Ninth Month 289 AC
It had taken you the better part of of three days to find out something of Fyro's haunts. In your impatience to remove the threat he posed and finally have your vengeance for the humiliation you suffered at his hands you made the tavern keeper of the Rat somewhat curious, an undesirable state of affairs. You can only hope the story of how he owed you money would not be suspicious in light of the manner you planed to slay him. Once again it would be up to your arcane abilities to make up for your deficiencies in other areas. You keenly felt the absence of any reliable allies to fall back on.
For better for worse you are here, cold and wet in the heavy rain, waiting in a blind alley just outside a dockside dive that makes the Rat look palatial. The distant but still clear roar of the Titan announces midnight. The time has come. You speak the words of Valyrian that would grant you a seeming like that of the Faceless men themselves though only for one sixth of an hour Still you need no more than that if you are fortunate enough to find Fyro lost to drink and if you are not you can leave and return with another mask.
Your current Illusory form is that of a old sailor his skin brown and leathery from a life on the sea wearing heavy woolen clothes that had seen better days. Your temporary face also shows many prominent pockmarks and several of your teeth appear missing. A more different appearance from Viserys Targaryen you could scarce imagine. You hope your voice does not break and spoil the seeming.
As you enter the tavern your gaze sweeps the room twice before noticing your query passed out on a table in the corner. If your smile is more than a bit predatory on seeing him all the better for the ruse. As you approach you whisper the words of the charm spell counting on the shadows of the tavern to mask your hand movements and the sounds of loud drunks to hide your arcane words. You almost laugh derisively at how easy his intoxicated mind is to ensnare. You shake Fyro awake and introduce yourself as "his old friend Samwell." Confused by the wine and in the grip of magic the man accepts this instantly and begins to babble something about Pentos and wenches. After a few minutes of listening to hm, making approving noises and throwing the odd inane reply in you generously offer to guide him home.
Careful not to touch bare skin, for your illusion tricks only the eye you hoist the big man up and help him through the door. You lead him to the same alley you emerged from minutes before. As you reach the half way point the blood begins to surge in your eares like a drum and you taste blood as you bite your lip. It's time, you think with a strange detachment as you withdraw your hand from the man next to you and draw your sword in one fluid motion. As Fyro struggles to retain his balance you stab him in the throat. Only a horrible gargling sound marks his death.
You feel joy unlike any you had ever felt before at slaying the one who threatened you, stole from you, made you feel weak. Well you are weak no more. For a moment you stand there breathing heavily them all at once you empty your stomach over the body of your victim. I killed a man, you think disgust at your sword, at your bloody cloths and most of all yourself threatening to overwhelm you. Not even in battle but by stealth trickery and sorcery. It felt good. How could it feel so good?
Through the haze of regret and revulsion you manage to remember why you did it. You remember Dany weeping softly on the floor, the ever-present danger of the Usurper's assassins that Fyro might have called upon you. You push down the feelings of self-loathing, This is your life now and for a long time to come. You'll be damned if you fail because of a weak stomach.
More to prove to yourself that you can do it you gingerly search the corpse for valuables. You find eighteen pennies and two of the Silver Moons he stole from you. You take them as is your due twice over, once as a robbed king and once as a successful cutthroat.
Gained 2 Silver Moons, and 18 Copper Pennies
Resolutely you clean the the blood from yourself with magic and take a second false shape as you exist the scene
Completed Quest: Cutting the Loose End Gained 75 XP
Gained 100 XP from kill
OOC: You botched an information gathering roll there at the beginning and had to bluff to do damage control.
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