the kiss of death (excerpt)
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The Kiss Of Death
The alley was dark, the moon overhead was obscured by the rooftops of
buildings. That was the way the figure liked it. The shadows were deepening and the
figure began to see stars overhead, twinkling into an observable magnitude. It was a
warm night, though, a cool wind was blowing from off the water down at the harbour.
Somewhere in the distance music was playing, an old sea-fairing melody that had been
steeped into the citys history & the history of her glorious navy. But the figure did not
concern itself with that. History was a fine thing, but the here & now was what the
Thiefreign was concentrated on.
The figure had been waiting here for more than an hour, patiently bidding its time,
watching the street beyond the alley. Many people had passed by the entrance of the
alley, yet the figure still lay in wait. There was no impatience in this idleness, only a
sense of purpose & duty. A mission so important, that only the figure could undertake it.
Out of all of the thousands of members of the Thiefreign, the figure had been chosen for
this important task. It was its duty to be successful this night. It was the figures destinyto undertake this task & bring infamous glory to the Thiefreign.
A man in a red robe passed by the entrance of the alley. The figure took a deep
breath, checked its weapons & tools then silently stepped out into the street beyond.
It was the beginning of the evening & he had left the palace as soon as he could
get away from all of the other courtiers. It had been a long & trying day as the never
ending dramas of court had seemed to be of particular importance. Maybe it was because
the harvest had not been as good as last years. Maybe because there was dissent amongst
the Jewelers Guild over the new tax the Queen had placed on precious stones. Maybe it
was just because it was a full moon tonight. The courtier didnt know. In fact, he didnt
really care. He was late. Late for a rendez-vous with a man who had a business
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proposition regarding the aforementioned Jewelers Guild. Some way to make some
extra money that could help support the courtiers familys failing agricultural interests.
The courtier looked up suddenly, feeling a little lost. No, he was in the right
place. He had just gotten distracted by his own thoughts & had lost track of where he
was for a moment. Then something caught his eye & he turned his head to the right. A
woman stood there with long ravenous hair & scantily clad a street worker no doubt
eyeing him intently. She smiled at him, leaning a little more on her right leg in the
process. He smiled back then turned his gaze back to his destination. It was a small
tavern built of stone, two stories high. He watched as various people came & went. That
old sea-fairing song was being sung by patrons inside & the courtier could almost
imagine a motley bunch of commoners gathered around the hearth of the tavern
bellowing out the melody in a drunken rhapsody.
I can make you sing like that. A womans voice interrupted his reverie. The
courtier turned back to the right & suddenly realized that the woman hed exchanged a
smile with was now standing right next to him. He quickly took on an air of righteous
indignation and began to walk towards the tavern.
The man youre expecting to find is not there, mLord. The woman informed
him. In fact, I doubt he will be able to ever meet you again.
The courtier swung round, his hand instinctively going to the hilt of his rapier,
facing the woman. Who do you think you are?
Who would you like me to be, mLord? she asked. The street woman, if that
was what she really was, now wielded a falchion. Her deep brown eyes were filled with
purpose & passion. She stood in a battle stance, ready for whatever the courtier
phantsiedhe could do in this situation. Who were you expecting, Lord Jstra Sulma of
Irphwkhpma? the woman took a step forward, A scheming merchant perhaps? She
swung her blade & Lord Irphwkhpma was forced to step back. By this time, he had
drawn his rapier & tried to lunge at his assailant. Or maybe a cheap whore looking for a
rich noble to bed? The woman taunted him & swatted his thrust aside at the same time.
Mind, you arent all that rich anymore
Who are you!?! he bellowed lunging again but the woman simply darted out of
the reach of his rapier. Suddenly she was next to him, kicking his feet out from under his
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legs. His rapier bounced loudly on the cobblestones & rolled away. He was now
unarmed, laying on his back with this scantily clad woman standing over him, her
falchion poised above his neck. She was smiling the same smile she had offered him
when he had first seen her standing on the street corner.
I am the Kiss Of Death. She informed him while bending over & kissing him
passionately upon his lips. As her lips withdrew from his quivering grimace & her long
black hair revealed the courtiers face, a stream of warm blood was running out of the top
of his throat. She stood up, letting a piece a parchment fall upon the chest of the former
Lord of Irphwkhpma & then she was gone. All that was left was the corpse of a courtier,
the refrain of that sea-fairing song, the cool breeze coming up from the harbour & a full
moon above that had seen all.
The priest sat, diligently writing at a large oak desk in an ancient office that had
been used for hundreds of years by his predecessors. A single window to his left let the
silver moonlight shine through into the candlelit chamber encased in bookshelves.
Hundreds of tomes arranged in some kind of order along many shelves that rose from
floor to ceiling & covered every wall save for the window & the wooden door on the
eastern side of the room. Without any notice or aplomb, this door suddenly opened & a
minor priest entered. He was clothed in the same garb as his superior: white robes edged
with silver pattern-work around the neckline, hem & sleeve-ends. A silver rope tied at
the waist completed the outfit along with a silver dove etched upon the left breast of the
robe. The younger priest had a shaved head & inquisitive brown eyes that were cast
down in the presence of his superior.
May the Light fill you, Brother Asdho. His superior salutated without looking
up from his work.
May the Light fill you, Chancellor Hnirwsdh. Asdho intoned.
I understand something has happened in the city below. The Grand Chancellor
of the Paladins Of Light asked, still not looking up from the work before him on the desk.
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Yes, Chancellor. One of Her Majestys loyal noblemen has been slain by the
Kiss Of Death. I am afraid it was the Lord of Irphwkhpma who met this uncivilised
fate.
The Grand Chancellors quill stopped for a moment then continued to transcribe
his thoughts onto the parchment. Thank you for this information, Brother. He replied
after a long silence broken only by the sound of his quill tracing across the paper. May
the Light go with your steps.
May the Light be with your steps, Chancellor.
Grand Chancellor Simv Hnirwsdh, Paladin Of Light & Destroyer Of Darkness
continued to write as if not noticing that Brother Dhowm Asdho, Paladin Of Light &
Grand Chancellors Secretary had left the room. However, as soon as the door to his
office had closed, Chancellor Hnirwsdh put his quill down & turned to face the silver
moonlight that streamed into his office.
On one of the Naval quays in the secure section of the citys harbour, Coxswain
Xust Wpphona waited nervously next to a number of crates not far from the berth where
the Battleship Dhowzov lay at anchor. Xust was out of sight of the ship but could keep an
eye on both ends of the quay from his position. His right hand stayed close to the hilt of
his dirk that was sheathed at his belt. He gently brushed aside a lock of blond hair from
the front of his brown eyes with his left hand.
You seem agitated, Xust. A deep voice surprised him from behind. The sailor
jumped slightly, almost drawing his dirk but refrained, having recognised the voice.
You shouldnt sneak up on me like that. Xust scowled, turning around to face a
man with a short crop of blond hair. The mans blue eyes penetrated Xusts soul deeply
& the coxswain felt uncomfortable, as he always did when they were forced to meet. The
man wore a black tunic & dark leggings. A golden dragon pendant hung from a chain
around his neck & a golden hilted katana hung at his waist. Whats this all about? I had
a hard time getting out of my duties tonight.
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All in good time, Xust. The blond haired man continued. First, is everything
ready, as we discussed?
Aye. The message was sent out as you had requested. There was no trouble
cyphering it into the usual ships correspondence. I received a reply just this morning,
actually. The contact was to be in position tonight. I assume something has gone wrong
& that is why you are here.
Mortal plans are bound to fail from time to time, Xust. Ovghphboy accepts the
mortal failings of her followers.
What has gone wrong, Lormvar? Xust asked apprehensively.
What do you know of an assassin named The Kiss Of Death? Lormvar asked in
a quiet & steady voice.
Xust paled at the mere mention of the womans name. She is the greatest
assassin in the city. The Kiss Of Death is a high ranking officer in the Thiefreign. Her
tasks are ordered directly by the Council Of Nightblades. What does she have to do with
all of this? Xust was really worried now. His brown eyes darted from one end of the
quay to the other looking for any change in the shadows. He suddenly felt very
vulnerable.
Let us just say that the contact had an encounter with The Kiss Of Death.
Lormvar replied, noting the sailors disquiet.
And you dare to meet me here? Xust demanded. You dont know what this
woman is capable of.
Ovghphboy protects her servants. Lormvar shrugged. We are safe enough.
Xust again scanned the quay. The shadows had not changed. He was unsure
whether this was a good sign or an ill omen. The coxswain's mind was racing & his
adrenaline was pumping making his ears ring. He took a few deep breaths, gripped his
dirks hilt tighter & stared directly into Lormvars blue eyes. I suggest we lie very low
for the next little while. The Thiefreign has somehow managed to uncover our scheme,
as careful as we have been with our plans. In any kind of condition, this is a bad
development. But right now, when things are so dangerous, this may be very explosive.
If the Council Of Nightblades put a hit out on the contact, then the same may be assumed
to be true of the rest of us.
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Fear not, Xust. Ovghphboy protects us against these followers of Khkusgyy, The
Extracting Eye. Do you doubt our goddesss power?
I doubt not her power, Lormvar. I doubt our own ability to be safe when the
Thiefreign has us in its sights.
All will come out as planned, Xust. Trust in your faith. Lormvar smiled. May
the Golden Dragon be thy shadow.
We may need her to do more then shadow us. But Lormvar had disappeared
into the darkness. Coxswain Xust Wpphona stared at the empty blackness before him.
Then he turned & ran back to his ship as fast as his stout legs could carry him.1
Gkhjsa Vosbhj stood idly at the base of the grand stairwell of the Temple of
Khkusgyy watching various members of the Thiefreign walk by. Each Thief that passed
bowed slightly when they came close. Her black robes with their golden edges blended
in with the shadows in the underground city that was the realm of the citys untouchable
Thiefreign but her glorious blue eyes noticed every face & every detail in the cavern
beyond. The distant sound of metal scraping on stone filled her ears yet did not seem to
disturb her thoughts, thoughts that were hoping that her charge had been successful. A
great calamity was brewing in the city above, unknown to the officials charged with the
protection of the citys citizens. A threat that only seemed to have been noticed by the
Thiefreign. If tonights mission was unsuccessful, then the enemy knew a great deal
more then the Council of Nightblades had at first understood. Just as these thoughts were
passing through Gkhjsas mind,2 the person she had been waiting for walked around a
corner to Gkhjas left.
May the Hand always be lain upon thy shoulder, Priestess. the woman intoned,
bowing her head.
And may the Hand always steady your blade, Roythigla. Gkhja replied
anxiously. What news of the city above?
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Things are as they should be, for the time being. Roythigla replied as the two
women began to ascend the grand stairwell of the Temple Of Khkusgyy. There still
lurks darker interests in this affair. Interests that are foreign & domestic.
Have you made your report to the Council?
I am to meet with them within the next couple of hours.
The great doors of the Temple swung open at this point & the two women entered
the annex.3 Three great doors were now before them, the middle one was open whilst the
other two remained closed. Beyond this middle gateway was the temple sanctuary,
which consisted of two rows of pillars holding up the cavern roof that had been decorated
with the symbols of Khkusgyy and of the Thiefreign. A number of pews were lined
along a centre aisle that lead to the Altar Of Khkusgyy at the end of the sanctuary. The
two women passed along the aisle and circled the altar. Once behind, Ghkjsa opened a
small door hidden by some curtains and lead Roythigla into the passageway beyond.
They walked in silence, past a number of doors on either side of the corridor until finally
entering one on the right hand side.
Ghkjsas office was orderly & clean. She sat behind the small desk at the back of
the room that faced the door. Roythigla sat down in the chair in front.
What kind of foreign interests are you talking about? Ghkjsa asked after
offering the other woman some water.
It seems there is some kind of Grimerian influence in this affair. The dark
haired Roythigla explained, Lord Irphwkhpma had some parchment from the Grimerian
embassy with him. The Kiss Of Death suddenly produced three sheets of parchment and
placed them on the desk of the High Priestess Of Khkusgyy. This affair is much more
complex then the Council at first realized. It seems that orders are being sent from
Grimeria to agents here within the city. Lord Irphwkhpma was a pawn in a much larger
game of chess.
So who is calling the shots?
I am not sure. But I can think of a few possible candidates, all of which are high
ranking officials at the Grimerian Embassy.
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Ghkjsa picked up the parchments and quickly read through them. This is just a
business proposition regarding Lord Irphwkhpmas agricultural interests. It mentions an
investor from Grimeria but nothing else.
The seal at the bottom is from the Grimerian Embassy. Roythigla informed her.
I highly doubt that the Ambassador is looking to invest in Ovludi agriculture. But I
know a few Grimerians who might be interested in wheat and grain.
So what is your plan? the Priestess inquired.
I know someone who may help me pinpoint who is behind this investment.
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