The Deadly Arts

Point of view: The figure in a black, skull-studded greatcloak

A flint dagger clatters to the ground as a short, ebon-eyed man releases it.
A short, ebon-eyed man crumples to the ground.
You inflict a grievous wound on a short, ebon-eyed man's back with your stab.

Seemingly overwhelmed at the incident, the very short figure in a dark green, hooded sandcloth
cloak asks you, in northern-accented sirihish:
"What just happened?"

The figure in a black, skull-studded greatcloak glances at your finely-balanced, obsidian-bladed
dagger, muttering a curse.

You sheathe a finely-balanced, obsidian-bladed dagger into a leather wrist sheath.

You lift the body of a short, ebon-eyed man with all your strength.
The body of a short, ebon-eyed man half rises from the ground.

You say to the very short figure in a dark green, hooded sandcloth cloak, in sirihish:
"Hold."

The very short figure in a dark green, hooded sandcloth cloak stops holding a serrated, ivory
longknife.

The very short figure in a dark green, hooded sandcloth cloak strains as he lifts the body of
a short, ebon-eyed man.
The body of a short, ebon-eyed man lifts off the ground.

The very short figure in a dark green, hooded sandcloth cloak takes the bloodied body by the
legs, hefting it up.

The figure in a a black, skull-studded greatcloak drags the body of a short, ebon-eyed man,
leading the very short figure in a dark green, hooded sandcloth cloak to the tattered stairs.

You carry the body of a short, ebon-eyed man behind you.
The area is enveloped in darkness.
Inside a Crumbling Building [SD]
This building is made of stone, and from the appearance, it used to
be a store of some sort. Everything of value has long since been looted
however. The way to the north is blocked, where a building has collapsed
against the north wall of this one. To the south, a gaping hole allows
passage out of the building. Broken boards and rubble reveal a passage
leading downward into darkness.
The very short figure in a dark green, hooded sandcloth cloak has arrived from below, carrying
the body of a short, ebon-eyed man behind him.

You stop lifting the body of a short, ebon-eyed man.

You say to the very short figure in a dark green, hooded sandcloth cloak, in sirihish:
"You can drop."

You stop using a shining leather-strapped green glow-crystal.
You extinguish a shining leather-strapped green glow-crystal.

The very short figure in a dark green, hooded sandcloth cloak stops lifting the body of a
short, ebon-eyed man.

The body of a short, ebon-eyed man settles to the ground.

The figure in a a black, skull-studded greatcloak kicks the body of a short, ebon-eyed man
slightly, turning it over.

You lower the hood of a a black, skull-studded greatcloak.

Following your lead the very short figure in a dark green, hooded sandcloth cloak snaps back
his hood, letting it settle to his shoulders with a lifeless bounce.

The male wearing a grey shaded, black face-wrap crouches down near the body of a short,
ebon-eyed man.

Peering down at the bloodied body, the very short figure in a dark green, hooded sandcloth
cloak says, in northern-accented sirihish:
"I like your take on studying anatomy, assassin... very interesting."

You don't see anything unusual about it.
In the body of a short, ebon-eyed man (here) :
a flint dagger
a pair of tattered pants
a black hide belt
a dried belshun fruit
a slice of rich brown bread

Kneeling next to the corpse, the very short figure in a dark green, hooded sandcloth cloak
sits down to rest.

The very short male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap lowers the hood of a dark green,
hooded sandcloth cloak.

Shrugging as he reaches for the tattered pants, you say to the very short male wearing a
thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap, in sirihish:
"I was planning to find a body. And it found us."

You get a pair of tattered pants from the body of a short,
ebon-eyed man.
It is very light.

The male wearing a grey shaded, black face-wrap tears your pair of tattered pants apart,
tossing them aside.

Ok.
You break a pair of tattered pants.

You get a slice of rich brown bread from the body of a short, ebon-eyed man.
It is very light.

You drop a slice of rich brown bread. Shown to the room
as:
A slice of rich brown bread is here lying among the dust and debris.

You get a dried belshun fruit from the body of a short, ebon-eyed man.
get fruit bodyget fruit body
It is very light.

You drop a dried belshun fruit. Shown to the room as:
A withered and dried belshun fruit has been dropped here.

The very short male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap puts a serrated, ivory longknife
inside a rugged canvas beltpack.

The male wearing a grey shaded, black face-wrap unbuckles the belt, tearing it as he pulls.

You get a black hide belt from the body of a short, ebon-eyed man.
It is very light.

Ok.
You break a black hide belt.

You get a flint dagger from the body of a short, ebon-eyed man.
It is very light.

You drop a flint dagger. Shown to the room as:
A long flint dagger, with a handle of dark hardwood, lies here.

The male wearing a grey shaded, black face-wrap glances down at the body of a short,
ebon-eyed man, nodding briefly.

Reaching for your leather wrist sheath, you say to the very short male wearing a thin,
grey-sandcloth facewrap, in sirihish:
"Now.. now.."

- draw dagger wrist
You reach into a leather wrist sheath and slide out a finely-balanced, obsidian-bladed dagger.
You brandish the dagger.

The very short male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap rises from the ground, and
clambers to his feet.

The very short male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap's arms fold over his chest
comfortably as he turns his attention fully onto you.

Sliding dagger tip over the skin of the body of a short,ebon-eyed man, you say to the very
short male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap, in sirihish:
"We have the upper part.. with lots of points of interest."

The male wearing a grey shaded, black face-wrap taps your finely-balanced, obsidian-bladed
dagger's tip on the body of a short, ebon-eyed man's throat.

Pointing the two sides of the throat, you say to the very short male wearing a thin,
grey-sandcloth facewrap, in sirihish:
"Here, and here.. There are two rather thick veins."

The very short male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap gets a black, double-fanged
dagger from an ankle sheath.

The very short male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap brandishes a black, double-fanged
dagger.

The very short male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap pulls forth his dagger from a
green sheath, matching your movements with his own blade.

Curiously, the very short male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap asks you, in
northern-accented sirihish:
"Veins? Where blood flows, yes?"

Pointing at the throat, you say to the very short male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap,
in sirihish:
"Yes. Blood veins."

Pointing at the throat, you say to the very short male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap,
in sirihish:
"And if you ever touch to your own throat when speaking you will feel a tremble there."

Nodding, a wicked grin resting on his lips, the very short male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth
facewrap says to you, in northern-accented sirihish:
"Such an open location... a favorite of artists I would assume."

Grinning, you say to the very short male wearing a thin,grey-sandcloth facewrap, in sirihish:
"Cutting it, cuts the voice."

To himself, the very short male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap says, in northern
accented sirihish:
"No screams."

With a swift hand motion, you say to the very short male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth
facewrap, in sirihish:
"A swift and accurate hand can severe all."

His expression void of emotion, the very short male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap
drags his blade across the bodies throat without hesitation, producing a
gaping crimson pull across its entire length.

You think:
"Talented."

Flatly, his silvery gaze resting on the open wound pooling with blood, the very short male
wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap says, in northern-accented sirihish:
"No bone.. an easy cut."

Pointing just beneath the jawline, you say to the very short male wearing a thin,
grey-sandcloth facewrap, in sirihish:
"And here.. It is a soft spot as well."

The very short male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap nods, lowering a slender finger
down to rest on the body of a short, ebon-eyed man's jaw. A flick of his wrist sending the
head canting backward to allow full view of his neck and jaw.

Dagger tip touching at the soft skin under the jaw, you say to the very short male wearing
a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap, in sirihish:
"A clean stab, silences here as well.. And does not make it all too bloody."

You say to the very short male wearing a thin,grey-sandcloth facewrap, in sirihish:
"But does not finishes as swift. You might need to land a stab or two as well."

You think:
"Good... No hesitation."

Tapping a finger on the very top of his head, the very short male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth
facewrap says to you, in northern-accented sirihish:
"Yes... yes. Would seem if you didn't penetrate all the way it would leave their intelligence
untouched."

You think:
"Maybe he already did this before."

The male wearing a grey shaded, black face-wrap nods once.

Curiously, the very short male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap asks you, in
northern-accented sirihish:
"Though.. if you missed their smarts, would they still be able to speak... maybe scream?"

Giving a shake of his head, you say to the very short male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth
facewrap, in sirihish:
"Maybe just a very weak scream. But he cant make out intelligable words and such."

His dagger tip brushing over the lifeless skin, the male wearing a grey shaded, black
ace-wrap moves his hand over the eyes.

The very short male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap nods a few times, his teeth
clapped into a harsh grin.

Keeping his veiled gaze on the body of a short, ebon-eyed man, you say to the very short
male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap, in sirihish:
"And there.. The eyes."

The very short male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap looks up at you with a vague nod.

You say to the very short male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap, in sirihish:
"A thin blade can make its way to too deep inside."

You say to the very short male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap, in sirihish:
"If it is a little thick, the bones might make a little problem though."

Flipping his dagger and holding it out from the eyes of the body of a short, ebon-eyed man,
you say to the very short male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap, in
sirihish:
"But always... A good shot, getting enough deep finishes."

Nodding a few times as he scans over the body of a short, ebon-eyed man's upper torso, his
hand motioning to each part shown, the very short male wearing a thin,
grey-sandcloth facewrap asks you, in northern-accented sirihish:
"All this... it is the same within a breed, a neck, shortlegs as well?"

Shifting his gaze back to the very short male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap, the
male wearing a grey shaded, black face-wrap nods a few times.

Pleasantly, the very short male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap says to you, in
northern-accented sirihish:
"Splendid... less to memorize."

His blade coming to point at the body of a short, ebon-eyed man's abdomen with idle interest,
the very short male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap asks you, in
northern-accented sirihish:
"And this... anything here?"

With a vague nod, as he moves his black inked hands over the body of a short, ebon-eyed man's
torso, you say to the very short male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth
facewrap, in sirihish:
"And here... We have a few interesting points as well."

His dagger staying over the chest and circling, you say to the very short male wearing a thin,
grey-sandcloth facewrap, in sirihish:
"Here... Under this are te lungs... You breathe."

Inhaling deeply as he touches a gloved hand to his chest, the very short male wearing a thin
grey-sandcloth facewrap says to you, in northern-accented sirihish:
"Ahhh... I see."

Simply, the very short male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap says to you, in
northern-accented sirihish:
"Choke the breath... choke the life, I understand."

You say to the very short male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap, in sirihish:
"They are protected by a series of bones, but they are easy to penetrate."

You say to the very short male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap, in sirihish:
"Bones, easy to break."

Moving his dagger a on the left side of the body of a short, ebon-eyed man's chest, you say
to the very short male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap, in
sirihish:
"And here.. The heart."

The very short male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap nods vaguely, a slender hand coming
to press lightly on the bodies chest.

Gesturing vaguely, you say to the very short male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap,
in sirihish:
"You can feel on your own chest."

Curiously, his head canting to the side as he places his hand on his own chest, the very short
male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap asks you, in
northern-accented sirihish:
"Ahhh.. the thumping, the heart moves. What does it accomplish for the body?"

Pulling his dagger away from the body of a short, ebon-eyed man's chest, you say to the very
short male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap, in sirihish:
"It is related to blood. You can feel the same on the those thick veins on the throat."

Nodding understandingly, the very short male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap says to
you, in northern-accented sirihish:
"Ahh.. it keeps the stream of blood moving throughout the body."

You say to the very short male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap, in sirihish:
"Aye. That is why, if you stab the heart, there is a lot of bleeding."

You say to the very short male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap, in sirihish:
"But it is a sure way of death."

You say to the very short male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap, in sirihish:
"Try. Try to penetrate the chest, the lungs and finally reach the heart."

The very short male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap nods vaguely, his attention
roaming over the fallen corpse before .

Simply, the very short male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap asks you, in
northern-accented sirihish:
"Seems a failsafe plan.. though, such would have to be accomplished from a frontal assault, yes?"

Curiously, the very short male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap asks you, in
northern-accented sirihish:
"Perhaps if the victim had his back to me.. or I approached from his side, what then? Do
I go for the neck or eyes?"

You say to the very short male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap, in sirihish:
"The heart, can be reached from the back."

The very short male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap reaches down, simply rolling
over the fallen body.

You say to the very short male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap, in sirihish:
"Just you need to get a good idea, where it is."

Motioning to your dagger, the very short male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap says
to you, in northern-accented sirihish:
"Show me."

You say to the very short male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap, in sirihish:
"And the bones seem just a little tougher at the back. Maybe due to their curved shape there.
But still penetrable."

The very short male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap nods, listening intently.

The male wearing a grey shaded, black face-wrap nods, reaching to the back of the neck.

Vaguely moving his hand down from the back of the neck, you say to the very short male wearing
a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap, in sirihish:
"On the left side of the chest.. around half a handspan down from the back of the neck"

Pointing his dagger to the corpses lower back, off to one side, the very short male wearing a
thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap asks you, in northern-accented sirihish:
"A friend was hit hard here with a barstool in a fight.. He nearly died from an internal
infection. What is here?"

Simply, you say to the very short male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap, in sirihish:
"Spine."

The very short male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap nods.

Continuing, you say to the very short male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap, in sirihish:
"Surrounded by a very thick bone, almost impenetrable with a dagger."

The very short male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap reaches out to take up a fallen
dagger made of flint, examining it a moment.

The very short male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap picks up a flint dagger.

You say to the very short male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap, in sirihish:
"You need a hard weapon, or you need to bend the body. You break it, there is no more
resistance."

With a crooked grin, the very short male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap says to
you, in northern-accented sirihish:
"Such would be hard.. I assume."

The very short male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap takes ahold of the body by the
left shoulder, measuring down a halfcord before slamming the flint blade
into place.

The very short male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap drops a flint dagger.

Simply, the very short male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap asks, in northern-accented
sirihish:
"Is that the heart?"

You say to the very short male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap, in sirihish:
"Some dwarves with massive weapons do it. And aye..."

Nodding, you say to the very short male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap, in sirihish:
"That is the heart."

The very short male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap smiles, obviously pleased with
himself.

Inside a Crumbling Building [SD]
This building is made of stone, and from the appearance, it used to
be a store of some sort. Everything of value has long since been looted
however. The way to the north is blocked, where a building has collapsed
against the north wall of this one. To the south, a gaping hole allows
passage out of the building. Broken boards and rubble reveal a passage
leading downward into darkness.
A flint dagger is here stabbed into the back of a corpse.
A withered and dried belshun fruit has been dropped here.
A slice of rich brown bread is here lying among the dust and debris.
The body of a short, ebon-eyed man lies crumpled on the cavern floor.
The very short male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap is standing here.

Exhaling softly, and moving his dagger down to the waist, you say to the very short male
wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap, in sirihish:
"There are not much deadly points around here."

You say to the very short male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap, in sirihish:
"These are to make people suffer and cry in pain, not a swift death."

With a bark of laughter escaping his lips, the very short male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth
facewrap says to you, in northern-accented sirihish:
"Sometimes useful... I suppose."

Dropping a nod and tapping at his belly, you say to the very short male wearing a thin,
grey-sandcloth facewrap, in sirihish:
"A stab here, can leave you alive for days. Even if your inside is pulled out."

The very short male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap winces.

You think:
"Better you get the idea of how deadly and painful it is."

Glancing over the corpse, the very short male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap says
to you, in northern-accented sirihish:
"Showing gives me good ideas... though, a demonstration might be in order."

Casually, the very short male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap asks you, in
northern-accented sirihish:
"Do you take contracts?"

Nodding, you say to the very short male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap, in
sirihish:
"I do."

The very short male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap detaches a small pouch from
his waist, tossing it to you.

You instruct the the very short male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap in the
skill of 'backstab'.