The Resurgent Dream
06-09-2004, 19:20
Isaak moved from bar to bar in the port of Rasgath. Most people would call Rasgath the filthy underbelly of the Resurgent Dream. So would Isaak. In fact, that's what he liked so much about it. Rasgath was the capital of Ombras, one of the constituent kingdoms of the Resurgent Dream, nominally sworn to High Queen Corrina. Isaak had little use for the High Queen or for any sidhe, even for the Queen of his own kingdom. Isaak wa s a sluagh, a stealthy fae who spoke only in whispers and terrified naughty human children in the night. This night, however, Isaak's whispered coversations were on weightier matters than scaring children. He was looking for an assasin. The man Isaak worked for wanted someone from them ports, a foreigner, an international job. Isaak didn't even know his boss's name, much less who his boss worked for, or who he worked for, or who he worked for. These things were hidden matters, vanishing deep into the shadows of conspiracy that infested so much of Ombras. Isaak only knew there was a million dross available for a hired gun. He wasn't looking for one of these teams with loads of guns and weaponry. He was looking for an old fashioned assassin, the kind who worked the subtle magic of poison and intrigue. Someone, whoever these orders came from, didn't want people to even know the vicitm died of unnatural causes.