<img style="Alphonso" src="http://i.imgur.com/2fw8ctT.png" style="max-width:100%;float:left;margin:0 18px;] [size=small] The light of mid day shone bright through towering windows illuminating the interior up for all to see. Gilded feature gleamed, showering the finly threaded carpet in their shining reflection. All of this gaudy display of wealth was practically begging to be stuffed into a bag, but there were no thieves here. Although this was a lie, the said criminal had not a hand to deal with. "You know why you are here before me?" Sitting atop a throne and wearing a crown lined with priceless gemstones made to fit that large head of his, an aged fellow spoke to one kneeling before the steps leading to him.
"Of course, my good king." Deep blue hues raised their gaze from the floor to peer at the monarch who directed an almost impressive apathetic attention towards the only one in the room besides the two guards at his side. Alphonso did not appear to be a wrong doer, but here he was in tight cuffs at both his wrists and ankles for crimes he most certainly committed. If anything he'd be mistaken as another member of royalty with those well maintained locks accompanied with a prime and proper attire; a duke perhaps if his cards had played out better. With a split lip and more bruises than he could count underneath he sure felt worse than the less than lawful individual appeared. By the grace of the king however, he was set to look presentable at the very least.
"In light of your crimes we'd simply have you strung up in the gallows, but your skills present the crown with a unique opportunity to weed out an organization that has been a thorn in our sides for too long now."
It wasn't hard to guess where this conversation was headed, and Alphonso swallowed down the blood collection in the back of his mouth rather than spitting it rather forcefully in his highness's direction. "The Cutlass Kings." Sighing, there would be no look of pleasure in what was sure to come next. In this lands there two factions vying for control, the empire, and then the Cutlass Kings. To wrong either meant a unfortunate fate was to befall one's head. In this case Alphonso was set on being ripped in half by each tearing away at him.
This was a death sentence either way, and personally Alphonso preferred to die by hanging than feasted on by rats while he writhed in the sewers beaten and broken. "Yes, in the meantime your sister will be our guest until you deliver a significant blow for us to move in and rip out the heart of their filthy band of miscreants." Well, there was always that leverage, and he felt his breath pushed out of him entirely at those words. It seemed as though he had not hidden her away quite as well as he thought.
"Do you understand?"
A hollowed look was displayed on what would normally be proud if not cocky features. They would undoubtedly rise to meet the vicious gaze of the one who commanded control over his life now. "Yes, your majesty."
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They called him the sharpest eye this side of the Chestermine Bridge, man possessing a silver tongue that could turn any argument. Flattery, all of it built up to give him a damn good reputation. That was not to say he wasn't a top notch marksman, or extremely well spoken, because he certainly was. If one needed an lookout or a scout there were few better a choice than Alphonso, he'd surely argue against any other name brought up. Alphonso Calazan was an alias, naturally he couldn't go by the name belonging to the empire lest it be easily traced. In two years and some change, the man had woven his way into the workings of the thieves guild. All as planned, yet little could be done other than passing notes strapped to rats in the sewers for contacts to pick up regarding routes and persons of interest that might be easy to snatch. The golden opportunity had not yet risen for him to snatch a hold of, and so his sister Cecilia remained a "guest" of the king.
Sitting in the company of others having a jovial time he feigned interest while sipping at a mug of ale. It wasn't until the queen herself stepped into the fray that his attention was captured. There was the heart that needed to be ripped out as his majesty had put it. If it were so easy a task then he'd already have performed the deed himself, but she was rarely without protection such as the one attached to her arm or hidden away out of sight. Beyond that Quincy was no pushover herself as he'd seen first hand her skills with a blade.
What were the two discussing? Surely he had to know, anything was better than listening to fools wasting time drinking. Rising to his feet, he downed the remainder of his drink and pushed away from the table to get a refill, making sure to pass by the table Quincy and Nymeros were seated at eating. Standing by the fire with eyes on the two he made no means not to hide his interest. If anything he had gone some time without a job and this was a moment to insert himself into a potential improvement of status.
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"Of course, my good king." Deep blue hues raised their gaze from the floor to peer at the monarch who directed an almost impressive apathetic attention towards the only one in the room besides the two guards at his side. Alphonso did not appear to be a wrong doer, but here he was in tight cuffs at both his wrists and ankles for crimes he most certainly committed. If anything he'd be mistaken as another member of royalty with those well maintained locks accompanied with a prime and proper attire; a duke perhaps if his cards had played out better. With a split lip and more bruises than he could count underneath he sure felt worse than the less than lawful individual appeared. By the grace of the king however, he was set to look presentable at the very least.
"In light of your crimes we'd simply have you strung up in the gallows, but your skills present the crown with a unique opportunity to weed out an organization that has been a thorn in our sides for too long now."
It wasn't hard to guess where this conversation was headed, and Alphonso swallowed down the blood collection in the back of his mouth rather than spitting it rather forcefully in his highness's direction. "The Cutlass Kings." Sighing, there would be no look of pleasure in what was sure to come next. In this lands there two factions vying for control, the empire, and then the Cutlass Kings. To wrong either meant a unfortunate fate was to befall one's head. In this case Alphonso was set on being ripped in half by each tearing away at him.
This was a death sentence either way, and personally Alphonso preferred to die by hanging than feasted on by rats while he writhed in the sewers beaten and broken. "Yes, in the meantime your sister will be our guest until you deliver a significant blow for us to move in and rip out the heart of their filthy band of miscreants." Well, there was always that leverage, and he felt his breath pushed out of him entirely at those words. It seemed as though he had not hidden her away quite as well as he thought.
"Do you understand?"
A hollowed look was displayed on what would normally be proud if not cocky features. They would undoubtedly rise to meet the vicious gaze of the one who commanded control over his life now. "Yes, your majesty."
~~~
They called him the sharpest eye this side of the Chestermine Bridge, man possessing a silver tongue that could turn any argument. Flattery, all of it built up to give him a damn good reputation. That was not to say he wasn't a top notch marksman, or extremely well spoken, because he certainly was. If one needed an lookout or a scout there were few better a choice than Alphonso, he'd surely argue against any other name brought up. Alphonso Calazan was an alias, naturally he couldn't go by the name belonging to the empire lest it be easily traced. In two years and some change, the man had woven his way into the workings of the thieves guild. All as planned, yet little could be done other than passing notes strapped to rats in the sewers for contacts to pick up regarding routes and persons of interest that might be easy to snatch. The golden opportunity had not yet risen for him to snatch a hold of, and so his sister Cecilia remained a "guest" of the king.
Sitting in the company of others having a jovial time he feigned interest while sipping at a mug of ale. It wasn't until the queen herself stepped into the fray that his attention was captured. There was the heart that needed to be ripped out as his majesty had put it. If it were so easy a task then he'd already have performed the deed himself, but she was rarely without protection such as the one attached to her arm or hidden away out of sight. Beyond that Quincy was no pushover herself as he'd seen first hand her skills with a blade.
What were the two discussing? Surely he had to know, anything was better than listening to fools wasting time drinking. Rising to his feet, he downed the remainder of his drink and pushed away from the table to get a refill, making sure to pass by the table Quincy and Nymeros were seated at eating. Standing by the fire with eyes on the two he made no means not to hide his interest. If anything he had gone some time without a job and this was a moment to insert himself into a potential improvement of status.
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