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Shrouded in Black (SA Stygium Raid on Maramere)

Maramere, Point Modie - Backroom of the Silver Cloud Cantina - Three Hours Earlier

The Black Assassin moved his hand, and the dirt and filth of the galaxy moved in unison. Each of the four shadows that stood on top of the secret society that had served the sith as silent killers throughout the ages had their own ways and methods, their own brand of darkness. Darth Abyss, the Black Assassin and Aspect of Famine was an odd being. Hollow metal held together by eldricth alchemy and uncontrolled obsession that mirrored a creature which was expected to mindlessly hunt the living until nothing but endless darkness was left of the galaxy.

Yet Abyss was far more than that, a master of shadows that had no connection the assassins at all. Under the moniker of Prophet the entity had risen to become a notorious major player of the underworld that always came out on top by anticipating his enemies every moves. The connections forged through his unique position had more than once served the assassins in various ways, and today the Black would move his hand once more.

The Silver Cloud was one of the more well known cantinas inside of Point Modie, the capital of Maramere. Inside the main room various patrons were seated, downing their drinks in the dim light of the rundown bar, but in the back something far more twisted was taking place.

"Any questions?"

As the echo of his otherworldly voice faded the Black stepped away from the holoprojector behind him, the image of the private fortress that would be today's target slowly fading. It was not a simple plan, but it also wasn't a simple target. Stygium was a rare material, and no matter where you went, it was near impossible to gather a sufficient amount without a complex operation.

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Maramere, Near Point Moide - Pirvate Fortress - Now

"The Prophet I assume? I'm most pleased to meet you, I have heard much praise for your work on Malachor."

Derek Carodes was surprisingly small for a Muun, only standing a few inches higher then the husk in front of him. The expensive clothes and various rings on his hand tried their best to project an image of wealth and influence, but Abyss knew all to well that the alien was only a lowly cutthroat that was banned from the Banking Clans and had amassed his wealth through extortion of the Stygium miners. Not that he had any problems with that, from a moral standpoint, but the Muun was far from a trusty businessman which was why he had decided to simply take all he had instead of making a deal, including his wealth, his crystals and his life.

"I am pleased as well Mr. Carodes. Good allies are hard to come by these days."

The husk shook the hand of the alien before turning around the survey the area. Various guests had gathered, enjoying the drinks and food served by the less then legal Twi'lek "waitresses" that resides on the fortress. A bith band was playing a slow tune as the sun was about to touch the horizon in its fall.

Neither of these things particularly interested Abyss. His figurative eye was locked on the guards patrolling the outer walls, the dormant Droidekas and B2 Super Battle Droids hidden behind closed doors. Rumors even said that the office from where the vault could be opened were guarded by a collection of IG-100 MagnaGuards.

Silently the husk waited for more of the Assassins to join to the festivities, until enough had gathered to give the call. Soon chaos would be unleashed above the fortress.


OOC
Objectives:

-The SA, under the guise of being a criminal syndicate, have gained an invitation to a private party hosted right above a vault filled with Stygium. The Fortress build above his heavily secured by guards, droids and automated defenses. A group of disposable mercenaries was hired to hit the party to create a diversion.
Team A: Chaos

-Taking up the invitation Team A is tasked with hiding under the guests until the attack hits. Once chaos breaks out Team A has to use the diversion to open up the Vault from the inside, while staying in cover as long as possible. The Vault control is located in the main office.

-Bonus Goals:

1. Disrupt Communications: Underground Bunkers holding reinforcements are scattered around the fortress. The Comm Room is at the highest point of the fortress and heavily guarded. Once disabled reinforcements will die down

2. Disrupt the Droid Command. Located above the vault is the digital Center of the Fortress. The path is littered with traps and digital countermeasures. Once disabled the droid forces will follow suit.

Team B: Level the Vault

-Only a secret underground tunnel outside the fortress leads into the entrance room of the Vault. The main door is guarded through both energy and physical shields and can not be opened from the outside. The path is heavily patrolled by guards and droids. Team B has to reach the Vault, while making as less noise as possible to not trip of more security.

[member="Darth Ophidia"] [member="Darth Lykos"] [member="Krest"] [member="Leliana"]
 
One of the benefits of Ophidia's species was that they were fairly common in seedier parts of the galaxy. The Rattataki had such a reputation for violence that it had become an export. Rattataki Mercenaries, marked by their black facial tattoos, lined the retinues of the more unscrupulous buyers. They did not have the discipline of the Echani or the wild rage of the Iridonians, but they matched both in sheer cruelty and adaptability. So, there were few eyebrows raised when Darth Ophidia entered a party such as this. She was not dressed as the mercenary this night. No, her dramatis personae of the evening was that of a slaver working out of the Pacanth Reach to sell gladiators to the pits, and mercenaries to the paranoid.

To wear a dress and jewellery was unaccustomed to her. She had worn the dark robes of the Sith for so long, these niceties felt alien on her form. Yet, she appeared at ease, thanks to the vigorous training she had endured. Her face remained in a sculpted smile while she adopted all the dainty habits of a lady. Her dress was more tasteful than alluring, but it made a point to show her back; to show how the scar shot up along her spine with branches grasping and ever dividing in every direction. From emerging at the small of her back, it trailed all the way up to the crown of her head, where the ends looked almost like a myriad of fingers clawing at her skull.

Sometimes, the best way to hide a trait was to enhance it. Many would see the scar and wonder about its origin, but none would ask. This she knew. Another thing she knew was that weapons were difficult to conceal in a dress such as this. Some she wore openly: The claws on her fingers. Others she concealed. She had the Force, and that was weapon enough, but she knew there were situations in which she would need more.

And so, the Pale Assassin had come to the party.
 
THis was perhaps the first time Krest was able to use his position of authority to assist the Assassins on their en devours. Dressed in the ceremonial cloth of his people and draped in thin silk of red and blue the King of Iridonia made his way to the party as just another guest. His mission was simple, the same as always. Create distractions so his assassins could do what needed to be done.

He did not know where the others were save for one, the one who happened to be his date to the party. [member="Darth Ophidia"] 's own apprentice, [member="Leliana"] . Asides from sharing a few drinks and laughs at Krest's expense, he knew little of her. But, any apprentice of his own was always a worthy soul to work alongside. Krest held out his arm as the luxurious shuttle reached the fortress for her to take.

"Just about there. You have the layout of the base on you, aye?"

[member="Darth Abyss"]
 
"I do." She said simply, raising her left wrist to indicate the Hermes HoloPad wrapped around it. "Got a copy of the layout on here." It would work as a nice piece of jewelry amongst the rest Leliana was wearing. Even should someone make a comment about it, the assassin already had something in mind to deflect the question.

The dress she was wearing was of a similiar shade of blue as her usual outfit. It had a similar backless style as her master's, but whereas hers was more tasteful - Leliana's was more alluring. Emphasized by the necklace that hung around her neck, dangling down just above her chest in an intentional tease to anyone who looked. Another difference between master and apprentice, was the fact Leliana had hair. Allowing her to style it in a way that provided an excuse to use a pair of 'hair pins'. Which from a far simply looked like they were uniquely designed, but the reality was entirely different.

While Leliana had specifically designed them to look similiar, one was in fact a stilleto blade and the other a thin computer spike. It was all the assassin needed for her part, at least in terms of physical items.

When the Sith Assassins had initially planned the raid, there was the idea of Leliana posing as Krest's bodyguard. It was something she could do well, but a glaring flaw was soon brought to light. The fact it would require her to remain close by, whereas she'd need to depart at some point to gain access to the main office. So an alternative was swapped for it, one where she'd be able to get potentially anywhere if she played her part right.

Leliana was to act as Krest's date, or as everyone else would most likely see it - the King of Iridonia's arm candy for the party. The assassin had no qualms with it, her training within the facility and the outbound field missions had trained her how to act in a wide variety of roles.

"Let's get to the party, shall we?" She looped her arm around Krest's, and allowed the Zabrak to lead the way.

[member="Darth Abyss"] | [member="Krest"] | [member="Darth Ophidia"]​
 
"We shall. Got a cover name handy? Or shall we stick with Lady [member="Leliana"] ?" He teased casually as the doors of the luxurious shuttle opened up and the pair were greeted by a smaller, chubby man. "Ah, za king. And his.." The man glanced Leliana over with a disappointed look. While he wouldn't say it out loud, his disapproval of the kings arm candy was easy to read. "Plus one. Please, come in." There was a chuckle from Krest as he nodded and walked after him, keeping the acolyte close. He continued to mutter under his breath to her, just loud enough for only her to hear.

"Once I get a lay out of the place I'll distract the guards as best I can. Slip away and do what you have to, but if you get caught I won't help you. Well, not at first. Images to uphold."
 
Ra once again found herself needing to dress up for something. Having been secretly recruited, she had been biding her time until she was needed. Her life had been full of ups and downs as with most people, but with hers there had been far more downs. So she had taken to keeping to herself and staying in the shadows, out of the way of notice. She had been perceived as a threat in time and instead of liquidated, had been taken into the fold of the shadows.

Upon getting a message from Lykos, Ra came out to join the others on Maramere. She was dressed in a dark blue, sleeveless formal gown with a silver belt and gems along her neckline. It was long enough to cover her shoes. She wore her dark purple cloak with the pin displayed. She displayed no weapons, but they were there and hidden.

She and Lykos had met up and boarded a shuttle that would take them to their final destination. The interior spared nothing and was better than anything Ra had been in since her teenage years. Keeping that in mind, she would need to remember to at least attempt to have a political mindset while in the company outside of her companion. Turning to look at Lykos, her gold eyes took in his appearance and she nodded.

Her face wasn't unfriendly, but it was more neutral than anything. After their initial meeting, the proper introductions made and a few other necessary interactions, they had very little to do with one another. Until today, that was all there had been. Lykos was going to be her escort today and she looked forward to their mission together.

They quietly exchanged a few pleasantries in chat, they did in case there was some form of listening device on board.

"I'm looking forward to this. The dancing and to see the different fashions there are out there. What about you?"

[member="Darth Lykos"] [member="Krest"] [member="Leliana"] [member="Darth Ophidia"] [member="Darth Abyss"]
 
The ferocity of the Iridonians was known well among the more seedier parts of the galaxy, along with the ambition that parents would install within their children from a young age. This had, naturally, resulted in many Iridonians crime bosses or furious bodyguards or numerous other jobs. As such, the dark black tattoos that wove their way along deeply tanned skin would not stand out at the part that Darth Lykos was going to be attending. Of course, he was not attending as himself but Xavka Ip, a persona that he had long since created and spread rumours of among the dark belly of the galaxy. Kills that should have been awarded to the Sith Assassin had, instead, been awarded to the imagined Iridonian, creating something of a fearsome and dangerous character - one not to be crossed.

It was these rumours, the stories he had helped weave until they met his high expectations and encouraged a sense of satisfaction, that he was leaning upon for the evening ahead of him. His job, just as it was for a variety of other Assassins that would be arriving similarly disguised, was to infiltrate a party being held on Maramere by a criminal business man Muun named Derek Carodes. The purpose for such a objective was simple. The Muun held pure Stygium crystals beneath his fortress and the Assassins wished to take them for their own use in the creation of their own ships. And what the Assassins sought for, they would take.

Soft words would break him from his thoughts, drawing his attention to the woman stood at his side. Ra'a'mah. A woman who had been, until recently, been the head of Intelligence for the Dominion. Of course, times changed and life evolved and from that evolution Lykos had met Ra, sparing her from assassination and granted her continued time among the living. In return, she had become His. His agent within the Dominion, patiently awaiting the time that would soon come for the decaying husk to be torn apart by the reemerging forces of Darkness.

Catching her golden gaze with his single amber eye, Lykos would cock a hairless brow at her words - his gaze not even flickering bellow her eyeline. "I'm afraid, my dear," his voice still held the same gruff growl it always did, but, this time, he was enunciating his words with care, letting his 'high-end' (as he had once heard it called) accent shine through all the more, "that such things as fashion do interest me little. And that dancing outside of rituals also fails to truly rivet my attention. But, of course, your beauty tonight will serve as more than an ample distraction from my thoughts. More so than any dance or fashionable wear could ever seek to do. I am sure that you will serve to pull the eye of every man and woman present to you, until such a times comes that it is prudent to disappear, of course."

Leaning in his growl for his latter sentences, Lykos sought to lace the with innuendo for the same reason that Ra had asked her question in the first place - to play a character in case there were any listening devices present, while also speaking the truth in both a direct and roundabout manner so as to not come across as lying to any that may be listening in. Of course, beneath the obvious, he was subtly hinting at Ra's orders for the evening. There would be a time for a distraction, a time to call all attention to herself, and a time to disappear back into the crowds. And both would be signaled by Lykos himself. Lord she may well be, experiences in the art of subterfuge she might be, she was a new Assassin, largely and outside, and, as such, Lykos would be watching over her for the evening.

Holding out his arm to the woman as the luxurious shuttle they were in came to a stop and the door before them opening, Lykos would wait for her to lay her hand upon his elbow before striding forwards and being greeted by a short, pudgy human male. As the man swept his gaze across the both of them, Lykos reflected upon what he was wearing. A dark grey, almost black, suit jacket was thrown over a similarly coloured waistcoat and crisp white shirt. Loose trousers of the same shade clad his legs and the hem of them hung above polished brown shoes. His cybernetc arm was visible from the wrist down only, it's distinctive matt-black hand standing out against the white of the shirt. His deformed features (crushed in right hand side of his skull, mess of scars and missing right eye) were clear and cast into sharp relief by the sun while his hair, no longer worn in dreadlocks, was pulled up into a long ponytail, its form being kept by needles piecing though the bundle made at the back of his skull.

"So, you must be-"

His words were cut of by a harsh growl from the depths of Lykos' throat before a low, deadly voice was fall from smirking teeth. "Xavka Ip and my plus one Nemane Danon? Yes, quite so. Mark us down as present little man." Smirk growing all the more feral, Lykos ignored the now sputtering man and strode forwards into the party itself; carefully pulling Ra along in his wake.


[member="Ra'a'mah"] | [member="Darth Ophidia"] | [member="Leliana"] | [member="Krest"] | [member="Darth Abyss"]
 
"Yes, it'll suffice for this mission." Her name was unknown to the galaxy at large, with no family name she was simply Leliana. Those that had likely known who she really was, where she had come from, just as likely died in the facility when it exploded.

Stepping off the shuttle, they were greeted by someone Leliana almost instantly disliked, both personally and as part of her act.

"That's Lady Leliana to you." She said, her tone haughty as she looked upon the man. It certainly didn't improve his mood towards her, and in fact it seemed to make it worse if the look she recieved after was any indication. But he said nothing more, and simply led the way into the building itself.

As they followed, Leliana glanced to Krest and just gave him a look like she wanted to roll her eyes.

"Understood. I'll try and find a way into the main office as soon as I can. If they're security is believed, then the guards stationed outside in the hallways should have a keycard." She replied, equally as quiet. They had been thorough in their planning, drawing up plans and contingencies for each part everyone had to play. Leliana had her own, from simply getting into the main office via sleight of hand to seducing someone who could get here into the room. Everything could be planned as much as possible, but there were always the potential for unknown elements to make things tricky.

Eventually they reached the doors to the main room. As their greeter and guide went to open them, Leliana's entire expression and demeanour shifted. She was now playing the part of 'Lady Leliana' an small time; but aspiring, noblewoman who was using the opportunity to leverage something this evening while equally being disgruntled with being the date of someone twice her age.

[member="Darth Abyss"] | [member="Krest"] | [member="Darth Ophidia"] | [member="Ra'a'mah"] | [member="Darth Lykos"]​
 
Talk is cheap, the conversations were dull, and Ophidia had a job to do. She had made an appearance and some conversation, thus giving herself an alibi. With a subtle touch of her hand, she had preemptively implanted memories of her presence lasting the rest of the night.

"If you excuse me"

She smiled and gave a mild nod to her conversational partner; a drab Zygerrian slaver who talked nothing but numbers. He was quite mad about apparent slavery monopoly happening on Ryloth, and mentioned a good few things he would like to do to a certain Togruta. Ophidia imagined he would not do well if he tried. So she excused herself and trailed off to the bathrooms. Looking in the mirror, she saw another person in the bathrooms: Ithorian, female, currently working on some spices. What was one more alibi for the road. She walked up behind her, put a hand on the side of her head and put her to sleep. Then, over the course of a few minutes, implanted a heated argument between the two.

'What, no! That's mine! Oh really? Like what? How dare you say that about my mother! Ugh! You uncouth nerf-herder! I have never- Oh!'

With the Ithorian waking up and yelling at air behind her, Ophidia smiled to herself. She slipped into one of the stalls and slipped out of the dress before properly donning the bodysuit underneath. The dress was stashed in a vent, to be picked up later by an employee who would be paid handsomely, then tragically die during a robbery. With a now gloved hand, she pulled the cap of her bodysuit over her head.

Her lightsabres were then clipped to the utility belt and Ophidia slipped deep into quey'tek meditation and focused her mind. An elated feeling rushed through her as she let herself fall. Light was cut by dark, then restored at a different shade. She burst out of the feeling and caught herself on her feet, now a floor below. Phasing was useful for escapes, but taxing and difficult.

[member="Darth Abyss"] [member="Leliana"] [member="Krest"] [member="Darth Lykos"]
 
Even though [member="Leliana"] was the apprentice of his own, [member="Darth Ophidia"] , Krest couldn't help but wonder how skilled the young assassin was. Though, when she casually told off their escort with her proper title he swallowed the doubt. She may be young, but she grew up in this life, more than even himself. With a roll of his shoulders and cane in hand he hobbled into the room, the perfect picture of an old man, with a wise and kind smile plastered on his face.

Their escort took the time to clear his throat and gain the attention of the party. "It is my pleasure to introduce the King of Iridonia, Lord Krest, and Lady Leliana," The later name was said with a roll of his eyes. "To this party." Formal, but the announcement of the Kings arrival was as much a sign of respect as a signal for the waiters and guards to keep their eyes out for any possible threat. To have the King dead on their doorstep was to invite retribution from the people, something no one wanted.

"Lets get started." Krest would lead his date directly to the bar, with a hobbled and slow pace of course, and immediately get himself a whiskey. "Anything for my lady this evening?" He asked with a wink. All for show.
 
In their few encounters, Ra had learned that what Lykos spoke he picked carefully and with a purpose. Her eyes met his as he spoke, locking with each other's. His words of a finer caliber than normal. That made her smile slightly at him. If they were going to be working together, they had to act the part of a couple. Of course the topic she had picked to make small talk on didn't interest her either, but it opened the door for his subtle hint and reminder of why they were really there.

"Perhaps sometime if the opportunity comes up, you could introduce me to these ritual dances."

There was one staple through all of her life and that was she wanted to know more. She quested for knowledge everywhere and what he would provide was included in that category. Then again, she would never know everything and she knew this. Ever questing though, her curiosity would never be sated. With knowledge came power and she was slowly gaining both.

While she didn't have quite the same amount of political power with these guys, she still had her own personal power. They had yet to see what she could or couldn't do with it.

"Speaking of turning heads, I think we will both get some attention. The cologne you're wearing is quite becoming."

They arrived at their destination and with a smile for her companion that she didn't think about hiding behind a façade, Ra took the arm he offered. While she really didn't have a good sense of fashion, she felt their clothing matched well together. He did not have a cloak like she did so was unable to hide his previous injuries from view. That alone would likely draw more attention to them than what he called her beauty. His hair was bundled up and set tight against his skull instead of the normal dreadlock braids he normally had his hair.

When they got to the door to be announced, he growled their names in the not quite so high born voice he had used in the transport. This was the voice Ra was familiar with and the one she liked. It was more natural. Leaving the now sputtering man behind, Ra turned her attention to the scene in front of them.

More the other ways in or out, where windows, guards and other employees were located and any other feature that she felt might be needed in completing their objective.

[member="Darth Ophidia"] [member="Leliana"] [member="Darth Lykos"] [member="Krest"] [member="Darth Abyss"]
 
Leliana gave the man a look of disdain after announcing their arrival, perfectly timed too as a lot of eyes were on them in the wake of it. But it was quickly gone as Krest guided them along towards the bar. It was almost amusing at how well the Zabrak was able to portray the older gentlemen. Especially given the fact she had seen how he could move when in a fight, it was a stark contrast - and would be a shocking one to any that might at the other end of his blades tonight.

As they carved a path through the crowds, Leliana's gazed lingered almost everywhere. She was like a hawk searching for prey, both in terms of the job and the cover. Guard placements were noted down, certain guests that she caught the eye of. None of the glances lasted for more than a second, to avoid suspicion and to tease any potential prey that were looking her way. At one point she did see the familiar bald head of her master as she left the main room, though there was no look of recognition; right now she was just another guest.

Leliana's actions however were veiled beneath respect and courtesy, she was after all the King of Iridonia's date. It wouldn't look too good if she was just blatantly looking to get away so quickly and easily. It was more subtle done, but still managed to retain the idea she didn't particularly like her current situation.

Once they were at the bar, Leliana's eyes lingered for a moment at the selection on offer.

"Brandy." The immediate response was intentional, putting fake hints and ideas into the thoughts of anyone that might be looking and listening in. It wasn't necessarily a drink one would expect a noble lady to prefer, instilling the assumption that she may like her drink - to a point of being an alcholic perhaps. It would give any aspiring suitors a pseudo hope that there was an easy way in to her. Which couldn't be any further from the truth, the little gathering in The Black Adder not long ago proved she could hold her liquor extremely well.

[member="Darth Abyss"] | [member="Krest"] | [member="Darth Ophidia"] | @Ra'a'mah | [member="Darth Lykos"]​
 
Phasing complete, Ophidia plastered herself against the wall and melded with the shadows. She closed her eyes and dug deep inside herself to her reserves of power. Under the shroud of quey-tek was a flame she shaped between her spectral fingers as she seized the light itself and willed it to ignore her form: The Cloak of Shadows. She wrapped it around herself like a shroud and settled into concentrating on it.

Now less than a whisper, hidden even from rudimentary visual detection, she slipped out of the open door of this room and sauntered down the hallways. It ought not to be said that she was careless. She was careful not to make sound, and she stopped at every corner to make sure she did not bump into anyone on the way. She would rather not have to clean up any more bodies than she had to. Each time someone did walk past, she stuck to the wall and watched them pass before moving on.

It was a bit of a walk until she found service elevator. She waited. A member of the security was scheduled to walk past in 3... 2... 1.... Late? ... 1.. 2- There. A selkath walked past her and with a careful hand she swiped the key unit he was about to place in his pocket, replacing it with an inactive replica. She slipped into the elevator and activated it with the key, then leaned back as it carried her down.

All too ea- Ding! What?

[member="Darth Abyss"] [member="Darth Lykos"] [member="Leliana"] [member="Krest"] @Ra'a'mah
 
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Xander Blackmoore had been gone far too long, but the defeat of the One Sith had seen him go into hiding. His own world had been taken by the Galactic Alliance after their fall, and there was no one there to help. Even his fellow Assassins had been unaware of the fall of his kingdom. While he could still have access to his fortune and influence, his moves were watched by the Alliance, and Xander had become tired of it. Being a displaced royal had never been his intent, but this was not new to him. The ancient Sith was no stranger to having to wait.

For now he would emerge on the galaxy once more. A party called his attention, and the King would reveal himself to his allies once more. Would the assassins be surprised to see him once more? No doubt a new member had taken his place, but Xander would always consider himself the White Assassin. Perhaps he would simply give himself a new color.

Walking into the palace, Xander was dressed for the night in his typical attire. With the focus and attention hopefully on the late comer, Xander entered the party and walked for the bar. Were they serving his brandy? Indupar was known for their wines and brandies after all.

[member="Darth Ophidia"] [member="Leliana"] @Ra'a'mah [member="Krest"] [member="Darth Lykos"]
 
Krest could feel him before he saw him. [member="Darth Vizios"] , the original Conquest. Between him and Kentarch it seemed all the elders were returning. But, would he be an ally? Or did he go the path of the original Death and betray the order? The Elder man turned with his whiskey in hand, holding the glass up. "Hear me valued party goers. The King of Iridonia wishes to make a toast!" Most ignored the yell up until King, which turned a few heads. Krest's blue eyes scanned the crowd as if he was making sure there was enough people paying attention, but his real focus was finding his old friend.

And once he laid eyes on him he simply nodded his head in a friendly gesture. A simple way of learning if Vizios was here to help or to intrude on the Assassins business. Still, he had the rooms attention and didn't linger on the thought.

"This party is much better than the ones I've hosted. Too much sand and blood from where I'm from, you know?" A play on the stereotypes of the Iridonians. Blood thirsty warriors. The joke however was lame and didn't get any laughs. Didn't stop the King however! "I don't know a single one of you, but you all seem of royal descent. I mean, look at this bar! So many choices, so many high end choices. Like this whiskey!" He practically made a show of waving the glass around. "Such a beautiful color. And the smell! Wonderful!" He took a sip, swallowed, and immediately began coughing. "Oh that tastes rancid! Are you trying to kill me barke-" His voice slurred off as the rather expensive glass fell from his hand and shattered on the ground. Krest, ever the actor, grasped at his chest where his heart would have been and slumped against the bar counter, his eyes almost wide with fear.

"P.. Poison?" He whispered among the now hushed crowd, and he fell to the ground. Immediately two guards rushed to his fallen form, one going right to take his pulse. "The king, he's dead." And then panic set in. Glasses shattered onto the ground as frantic party goers began checking how they felt, as if their drinks had been poisoned. Some tried to leave through the front door, but most of the guards rallied there to keep them in.

If there was a time for [member="Leliana"] to slip away, it would be now.
 

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