The Sun Settled over the world, Makilor being the great city as it was descended into darkness.  With Darkness came shadows. And with shadows brought him, Toyomoti Hideyoshi.  The silent assassin moved from shadow to shadow with grace much like his father.  He had just finished his training with the Master of Assassins in Ba-ul, and was anxious to get the contracts he received in Makilor done.  He hated being a killer.  In the day he was a schoolteacher, in the night he was a Shogun of the Dark.  A Frown started to cross his elven face, and then he gave a heavy sigh.  He knew his next victum; he was a local guardsman.  The head of the thieves' guild had been having troubles with this guard, or Toyomoti knew him as Hank. Father of that little girl in his class Rebecca, a sweet human girl.  He focused his mind; he was in a profession that wasn’t supposed to have feelings.  He had a job to do and if he didn’t do it he would most likely die.  He picked up his pace on the rooftops using his infravision to spot the guard.  He was with to many people; he would have to stalk him until the time was perfect.  The moon was full at this point; he was a superb Assassin.  Master in the art of sneaking and hiding, he blended in well.  He uncloaked his Black Cloak and threw it behind his back and unsheathed a deadly blade from his belt.  The Bladed reflected moonbeams a short distance in each direction.  Toyomoti took the blade and turned it on an angle, using the metal part as a mirror.  He stared good and hard at the image of himself, rather, what could fit on the blade.

He was not exactly proud of what he saw, but he had no choice in life.  A sudden sound of footsteps coming near broke him from his trance, he turned and saw the guard walking down the alley, and footsteps sounding like heartbeats, sounding louder with each beat.  Soon that beating rate would be stopped.  Toyomoti quickly got into position above his prey, walking up to pace foot to foot.  In complete harmony like doves in a flying ritual, something of pure evil looking so beautiful each movement Toyomoti made were graceful.  Final the last step of this dance of evil, with that final step he back flipped to the ground with a gentle touch, the graceful assassin rolled to his left into the shadows just before the guard turned around to see what the noise was.  He peered around but say nothing, everything was in place, nothing changed.  He gave a shrug and decided to continue his patrol, Just as he was turning back forward he stared into the eyes of the last person he would see, Toyomoti was in front of his blade drawn and ready to kill, before the guard could say anything Toyomoti attacked.

The school bell rung, and the kids all gathered in the class, of coarse all except Rebecca she hadn’t been at the school for about a week.  It was all expected, after all her father was killed.  But, he was an assassin with a heart; he donated a lot of money to help the new widow in town.  Toyomoti only wished he could help more, but he was who he was after all, and he could not change that.  It was also hard for Toyomoti because he was a mute.  He had his tongue cut out long ago.  He looked around at all the school children, talking, yelling, and laughing.  He taped his Ruler stick on the desk getting the attention of all the pupils.  He began signing the day’s lesson.

After the school day ended he nimbly jumped onto the roof, and sat there, he often did this.  He had not the mentality; his line of work was stressful on the mind.  He often sat up here thinking, the school bell next to him and the heat rises from the ground, his dirty blonde hair was flowing in the days wind.  Its mild chill told of winter, quickly approaching.  He did hate the cold, but he tortured himself out side, almost freezing to death hoping to make up something in his life…. It never did.

Walking into his house he noticed a knife sticking in his table, this only meant one thing he was being summoned for a job.  He walked over to his bookcase and move it to reveal a secret room, within it was his assassin gear.  After preparing him self he walked the table grabbed the knife and quickly took the exit to the roof and hurried to the guild.
Toyomoti was never one to let his presence known he sneaked past the guild guard and down the hall avoiding everyone, he disguised himself and walked past more guards.
There was a storage room next to the guild leader’s hall.  He used this room to gain access to the large hall.  Once inside he would scale the ceiling until behind Eric.  Eric was good but not as good as Toyomoti.  ‘You Called for me’ Toyomoti began saying while tossing the dagger onto the table.  The Guild master was never to fond of the assassin, but he loved his abilities and continued to enlist him.  Eric didn’t want to upset this assassin, he very well knew he would die if he did.  ‘What is it this time!’

Eric gave Toyomoti an icy glare, trying to spark a fear.  Realizing this was futile he stopped, ‘I have gotten word, of a young Templar approaching the city from the west, one of great importance’ Eric turned around and began pacing, 'he is a strong Templar belonging to an important family. Who has a father that has pissed me off more times then anyone else’.  Eric turn to regard Toyomoti, knowing he was absorbing the information pleased to catch an interest in this bloodthirsty killer.  ‘His name is Reistar and he will be in town in 2 days hence.  The cover of darkness shall be there, my trackers are always correct and this must be done on that day.  If it isn’t you die!’.  What a brilliant plan he had concocted, not only would he piss off Ray Goldentree, but had doomed Toyomoti to death, for Ray would not stop until justice had been served. ‘Be away with you’, and with that final work Toyomoti was gone.  Making not a sound leaving, no one even saw him.  Eric didn’t care; he put his hand under his shirt and gently rubbed the scar that was across his chest.  The sting of the mighty Paladin, he barely escaped that fight.  Nor did he wish to see the Paladin again.

Over the last day and a half Toyomoti used Eric’s men to scout for information on the boy, but he knew Eric himself tainted this information.  What he gathered was Reistar, a high elven templar had come to Makilor for some unkown reason, he hated jobs where he was provided little information.  In truth Toyomoti hated Magic user’s they were harder to assassinate or at times tougher.  Templar’s have been known to wield magic. He was frustrated, but he had to concentrate.  A triple knock and a tap at his door told Toyomoti his target was approaching the city.  Thankfully darkness was early today; he stepped along the rooftops quietly.  Spotting one of Eric’s elite thieves following him, bah he thought to himself.  He ignored the pest and continued to the gate and awaited the Templar.

Taking a deep breath of the cold air Reistar gave a relaxing sigh, he saw in the distance Makilor's gates and he couldn’t wait to meet up with his mom.  He had finished the Templar’s school really quick and was already a master.  His mom told him via, elven messenger, to meet her at the temple.  Reistar skipped while having his large battle-axes hitting him in his legs, his dad’s sword strapped across his back.  Although he did find the Red Dragon equipment he was wearing very uncomfortable.  He was a younger version of his dad, and he loved being that.

The guard at the gate hated the cold, and he knew from this wind winter was approaching.  He turned to regard who was coming, and noticed it to be a small figure.  Reistar bowed, ‘I am Reistar Goldentree High Elven Templar I am here to see my mother in the temple, sir’.  The Guard recognizing the name Goldentree quickly bowed and let the young man in.  The guard turned and yell, ‘Lord Goldentree, be wary thieves and assassins plague our streets.  Be of with you, quickly to the temple lad’.  Reistar nodded and continued on.

What he heard struck him in the face like an ogre beating its prey.  A Goldentree, god damn he thought to himself, and it was one for sure, he wore the Dragoon Gear, but this was a mere boy.  How could he be a High Templar, then he thought of Ray.  The Job had to be done, and he began his graceful dance of death stalking the rooftops.  Toyomoti very well knew the reputation of Ray Goldentree; he would have to do this perfect.

The young Elf started to hum an ancient elven bedtime song, a lovely one that his mother would always hum for him.  Lost in all that innocence that came with youth, never truly experiencing death.  A light thud came from behind the boy, so soft only the elite of Elves could detect it. He turned instantly to see what it was.

Toyomoti peer at the young boy, eyes peering through his hood, blade drawn in his right hand.  He lumbered over the boy, about to make his move.  A tear came down the young boy’s face, the face of innocence.  This boy was still a child, why had Eric wanted his death.  This was not honorable; he sheathed his blade and quickly threw his arm up and pointed to a dark corridor.  A small knife came flying out. A gurgling sound came from the dark and the thief fell to the ground with a thud.  Toyomoti turned to the boy, ‘Young Goldentree, Run assassins are looking for your head.  Toyomoti pointed towards the temple.

Reistar was scared he didn’t know what do, was this Elf good or bad.  There was also another dead person across the street, he saw Toyomoti point behind him and say to run.  The young boy looked and turned back to see the man, but no one was there and the body was gone.  Scared he ran to the temple.

Toyomoti quickly stashed the corpse in the alley, knowing the authorities would find it in the morning.  He quickly climbed up to the roof and darted off towards the guild of thieves, for information on the street moved  quick and he knew Eric was well aware of his failure to kill the boy.  Which means only one thing, kill Eric before he got killed himself.  The Guild of thieves was never a trusting one, mostly likely the death of the head member would not cause chaos but someone else quickly taking the role as Eric and Dispose of the corpse.

Toyomoti, using his incredible ability, sneaked into the guild ever so quietly and stealthy.  While over the table of the guild master he threw a dagger on the table, this dagger symbolized death.  Eric gasping and looking up didn’t see Toyomoti behind him, place the long dagger through his back and through his heart and out the other side, then placing another dagger with the other hand through his throat.  The body hit the table with a thud and Toyomoti cleaned his blades on the corpse and disappeared into the darkness before he left he saw a thief quickly take the disguise of Eric, such is the way of thieves.

Sitting atop his school he thought to himself to do a good deed, two thieves dead and a young elf safe.  But he knew this good deed would not make up for a lot of things, for there was always work for his kind.  He stared at the descending sun the cold wind blowing in his face; he wondered how many lost souls were watching this sunset just like him.  Darkness would soon fall and with it comes only death….
 

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