Amillia twirled in her new dress, her sixteen year old bubbling personality practically filling the room as she danced about. Her golden hair was braided along her back, a shimmering rope of golden thread as she celebrated her upcoming birthday party. Gods, she was so happy! Her father, a well-to-do noble in the city of Waterdeep, had agreed to allow her a small cadre of friends from other noble families to come over and gather in the foyer to relax and gossip about the happenings within Waterdeep. Whom was courting whom, who had cheated on whichever husband, who would be the champion of the yearly fencing tourney in the city....in short, normal everyday things that would prove a stark contrast to her daily life.
Gods, she hated being a noble's daughter sometimes. She was constantly having to go to boring dinners, inane concerts, and insipid speeches by even more drab politicians. But not tonight! Tonight she was hosting young adults just like her, and they would be free to do as they pleased for an entire night! Amilia giggled to herself when she considered meeting some of the finer looking nobleman son's. Jefferey of House Lionreach was extremely handsome, and a powerful upcoming fighter to boot. She wouldn't mind staring into his light brown eyes all evening.... Another girlish giggle escaped her rosy lips as she reached into her jewelry box, pulling out a small silver necklace with a miniature diamond embedded in the pendant hanging from the thin chain. She hummed to herself as she fastened it around her slender, swan-like neck and checked her appearance for the final time before heading downstairs into foyer, where the other noble children were arriving. Jessica, of House Manthar was flirting with Frederick of House Rosznar, an impressive young man who had recently been increasing profits within his house's shipping and trade.
Despite the promise of entertainment and relaxation to come, Amilia composed herself and stepped regally down the stairs, a delicate hand just barely touching the banister. Polite applause from the other noble children and the servants made her blush and she broke her royal bearing before shrieking girlishly and rushing downstairs to her waiting friends. Laughter sounded through the foyer as the party went underway, and drinks and food were served to the small crowd.
A few hours passed, and Amilia's cheeks were bright not only with her enjoyment of the evening, but a bottle of sherry that had been passed around with the rest of the refreshments. She had flirted with Jeffery for a time doing her best to remain aloof and yet interested in the soon to be head of the Lionreach. He had joked and laughed with her until she excused her self to check up on the rest of her guests. 'That should keep him hooked,' she thought to herself with a mischievous smirk as she walked over to the wine table. She paused as she saw a young, dark haired man leaning against the pillar.
Wondering why she hadn't noticed him before, after examining him she found that there was no real recognizable features of the boy. A plain face, fine burgundy and black clothing, and slightly tussled dark hair made him blend into the crowd of young people as easily as a black cat in the dead of night. His only real distinguishing aspect were his eyes, she noted not without a hint of curiosity. They were a cool gray with flecks of green in them, in fact quite lovely in her opinion. Well built, but not bulky, he seemed to be completely nondescript. Gliding over, she smiled a broad grin that belied her noble standing in its honesty. His eyes flickered towards her, his face expressionless as she approached.
"Milord, what are you doing over here? Lord Jefferey is about to display some of his finer techniques with a rapier that he will use in the upcoming tourney." She babbled, catching herself before she spoke too much. A hint of a blush tinged her cheeks.
He considered her for a moment before speaking, his voice a soft timbre but cut through the noise to her ears as easily as an arrow through the air strikes its target.
"He may be a fencer, but if he spent half his time practicing as he does bragging, his form would not be so damnably poor." He commented, nodding towards Jeffery as he demonstrated a thrust.
Her mouth agape for a moment, Amilia giggled much to the apparent surprise of the young man. "What's so funny?" He asked, his face showing consternation.
"Nothing!" She gasped between fits of laughter. "It's just--Everyone is always so praising of him! I couldn't imagine anyone actually finding fault with his proudest attribute." For the first time, the young man's face briefly turned into a grin. But then it vanished, keeping one wondering if it had been there at all. "Miss Amilia, would you mind hearing a story?"
Amilia quieted down, but her smile remained plastered on her face. "A story? I'd love one, please tell." She lifted a hand to her ear to brush back a stand of golden hair that had made its way over her face during her fit. His eyes followed her hand for a moment, then looked straight into her own deep blue eyes.
"It's an old story, perhaps one that you've heard before. A scorpion needs to cross a river, and spots a nearby frog. The scorpion and the frog are enemies, but the scorpion says to the frog, 'Can you help me across the river?'
The frog edges away from the scorpion refusing. 'You will sting me if I carry you across my back, you are my enemy.' The scorpion promises, 'If I do that, we both drown. I swear I will not, so that we both may live.' The frog agrees and ferry's the scorpion across the river. Halfway, the scorpion stings the frog viciously. 'What have you done!' Cries the frog. 'Now we both will certainly die.'
The scorpion only replies. 'Yes, but to not have stung you would have gone against my nature. I am as the gods made me.'" The young man finishes his tale in the same constant tone that he had used before. Amilia's smile dimmed slightly. "What does that mean?"
The young man turned his gaze away for a moment. "It means we all are as we are. Nothing more, and nothing less." He slowly stood from his position against the pillar, and the entire room turned to pitch black.
Screams were heard, ghastly cries as something wet touched Amilia's face and lips. Steel rang out, but in the end there was only silence and Amilia's gasping sobs. Why had this happened? What's going on, what's happening to all of her friends--
The lights flickered on, an unsteady strobe as bloody carnage covered the room in what had been a neat and happy place only minutes before. Amilia looked at herself, her dress covered in blood and Jefferey's slashed throat next to her gore spattered legs. Horrified she looked up to see the young man holding a dripping pair of red daggers in his hands. All of the servants, all of her friends were dead and silence rang through her head with a deafening roar, a wave of sickness that made her knees weak.
The young man calmly wiped the daggers, setting them back into his sleeves. He held out his arms, taking Amilia into their strong embrace. She sobbed uncontrollably, clutching his sleeve as he simply held her for a brief minute. She couldn't see his face, but she could feel what little comfort he offered her.
He ran a hand along her ear, where the earlier strand of hair had made its offense.... before snapping her neck with a fast and violent twist. He let her lifeless body slump to the floor, his hand catching on the slim silver necklace. He pulled it off and examined the now red and white gem at its center before placing it in his pocket.
The lights flickered.
Five shadowed figures with their own blades covered in the lifeblood of human beings appeared next to him. One nodded its approval at the now blood soaked assassin, before the lights flickered once more.
A passing breeze of regret was the only thing that remained in the now silent tomb.
Gods, she hated being a noble's daughter sometimes. She was constantly having to go to boring dinners, inane concerts, and insipid speeches by even more drab politicians. But not tonight! Tonight she was hosting young adults just like her, and they would be free to do as they pleased for an entire night! Amilia giggled to herself when she considered meeting some of the finer looking nobleman son's. Jefferey of House Lionreach was extremely handsome, and a powerful upcoming fighter to boot. She wouldn't mind staring into his light brown eyes all evening.... Another girlish giggle escaped her rosy lips as she reached into her jewelry box, pulling out a small silver necklace with a miniature diamond embedded in the pendant hanging from the thin chain. She hummed to herself as she fastened it around her slender, swan-like neck and checked her appearance for the final time before heading downstairs into foyer, where the other noble children were arriving. Jessica, of House Manthar was flirting with Frederick of House Rosznar, an impressive young man who had recently been increasing profits within his house's shipping and trade.
Despite the promise of entertainment and relaxation to come, Amilia composed herself and stepped regally down the stairs, a delicate hand just barely touching the banister. Polite applause from the other noble children and the servants made her blush and she broke her royal bearing before shrieking girlishly and rushing downstairs to her waiting friends. Laughter sounded through the foyer as the party went underway, and drinks and food were served to the small crowd.
A few hours passed, and Amilia's cheeks were bright not only with her enjoyment of the evening, but a bottle of sherry that had been passed around with the rest of the refreshments. She had flirted with Jeffery for a time doing her best to remain aloof and yet interested in the soon to be head of the Lionreach. He had joked and laughed with her until she excused her self to check up on the rest of her guests. 'That should keep him hooked,' she thought to herself with a mischievous smirk as she walked over to the wine table. She paused as she saw a young, dark haired man leaning against the pillar.
Wondering why she hadn't noticed him before, after examining him she found that there was no real recognizable features of the boy. A plain face, fine burgundy and black clothing, and slightly tussled dark hair made him blend into the crowd of young people as easily as a black cat in the dead of night. His only real distinguishing aspect were his eyes, she noted not without a hint of curiosity. They were a cool gray with flecks of green in them, in fact quite lovely in her opinion. Well built, but not bulky, he seemed to be completely nondescript. Gliding over, she smiled a broad grin that belied her noble standing in its honesty. His eyes flickered towards her, his face expressionless as she approached.
"Milord, what are you doing over here? Lord Jefferey is about to display some of his finer techniques with a rapier that he will use in the upcoming tourney." She babbled, catching herself before she spoke too much. A hint of a blush tinged her cheeks.
He considered her for a moment before speaking, his voice a soft timbre but cut through the noise to her ears as easily as an arrow through the air strikes its target.
"He may be a fencer, but if he spent half his time practicing as he does bragging, his form would not be so damnably poor." He commented, nodding towards Jeffery as he demonstrated a thrust.
Her mouth agape for a moment, Amilia giggled much to the apparent surprise of the young man. "What's so funny?" He asked, his face showing consternation.
"Nothing!" She gasped between fits of laughter. "It's just--Everyone is always so praising of him! I couldn't imagine anyone actually finding fault with his proudest attribute." For the first time, the young man's face briefly turned into a grin. But then it vanished, keeping one wondering if it had been there at all. "Miss Amilia, would you mind hearing a story?"
Amilia quieted down, but her smile remained plastered on her face. "A story? I'd love one, please tell." She lifted a hand to her ear to brush back a stand of golden hair that had made its way over her face during her fit. His eyes followed her hand for a moment, then looked straight into her own deep blue eyes.
"It's an old story, perhaps one that you've heard before. A scorpion needs to cross a river, and spots a nearby frog. The scorpion and the frog are enemies, but the scorpion says to the frog, 'Can you help me across the river?'
The frog edges away from the scorpion refusing. 'You will sting me if I carry you across my back, you are my enemy.' The scorpion promises, 'If I do that, we both drown. I swear I will not, so that we both may live.' The frog agrees and ferry's the scorpion across the river. Halfway, the scorpion stings the frog viciously. 'What have you done!' Cries the frog. 'Now we both will certainly die.'
The scorpion only replies. 'Yes, but to not have stung you would have gone against my nature. I am as the gods made me.'" The young man finishes his tale in the same constant tone that he had used before. Amilia's smile dimmed slightly. "What does that mean?"
The young man turned his gaze away for a moment. "It means we all are as we are. Nothing more, and nothing less." He slowly stood from his position against the pillar, and the entire room turned to pitch black.
Screams were heard, ghastly cries as something wet touched Amilia's face and lips. Steel rang out, but in the end there was only silence and Amilia's gasping sobs. Why had this happened? What's going on, what's happening to all of her friends--
The lights flickered on, an unsteady strobe as bloody carnage covered the room in what had been a neat and happy place only minutes before. Amilia looked at herself, her dress covered in blood and Jefferey's slashed throat next to her gore spattered legs. Horrified she looked up to see the young man holding a dripping pair of red daggers in his hands. All of the servants, all of her friends were dead and silence rang through her head with a deafening roar, a wave of sickness that made her knees weak.
The young man calmly wiped the daggers, setting them back into his sleeves. He held out his arms, taking Amilia into their strong embrace. She sobbed uncontrollably, clutching his sleeve as he simply held her for a brief minute. She couldn't see his face, but she could feel what little comfort he offered her.
He ran a hand along her ear, where the earlier strand of hair had made its offense.... before snapping her neck with a fast and violent twist. He let her lifeless body slump to the floor, his hand catching on the slim silver necklace. He pulled it off and examined the now red and white gem at its center before placing it in his pocket.
The lights flickered.
Five shadowed figures with their own blades covered in the lifeblood of human beings appeared next to him. One nodded its approval at the now blood soaked assassin, before the lights flickered once more.
A passing breeze of regret was the only thing that remained in the now silent tomb.
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