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Kasoria
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Sun Apr 24, 2016 4:34 am

Kasoria of Etzos


Show No Pity in A City Full of Sin
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Name: Kasoria

Age: 45

Race: Human

Date of Birth: 9th Day of Ymiden, 673

Marks: None

Factions Joined: None

Languages Spoken: Common Tongue (Fluent), Ith'ession (Broken)

Partners: None

Appearance

To say that Kasoria is not what one would expect from an assassin would be a fine exercise in understatement. If one were to see him go about his usual rounds, clothes years old and ill-kept, hairy as a monkey and about as graceful, the impression given would be that he's just another derelict. Too lazy or luckless or unskilled to make it in a city built on hard labor and strong work ethic.

So long has Kasoria worn that mask, he rarely sheds it. One time it falls away is when he dons what seems to be the one clean set of clothes he owns, trims his beard and past-the-shoulder length hair, and goes... well, no-one is really sure. The other time is when his true profession and lifelong gift comes to the surface. Then "derelict" and "vagrant" flee from your mind, and words may fail to describe what follows.
Personality

Kasoria is a man who knows exactly what he is, and doesn't much like it. But he only knows how to be what he is and, coupled with a puritanical streak, he seems to be driven towards equal parts indulgence and self-loathing. His whole life he has known only violence and the labyrinthine society of Etzos. The latter he has little patience for, its complexity and lack of sincerity being one thing that can rouse his rare but terrible temper. The former is quite simply the one true talent he has always had. From gutter fights as a little boy to bar brawls as a youth to murder as an adult, Kasoria is good at what he does. Very good.

And he wishes he wasn't almost as much as he prides himself in it.

Kasoria seems determined to live a simple life, split into easily-manageable sections he can control without stress, but seems stymied by reality and his own past mistakes. As such, his personality can vary wildly dependent on circumstances. Most of the time, he is humble and soft-spoken, the model of the good boy his mother would have wanted him to be. He feels he needs to be this, a gentle soul well-known in his neighborhood... but that is not the whole story. What he becomes when his master points him in the right direction is merciless, brutal, and without a shred of remorse. Kasoria may deceive himself that it is the thrill of contest and the adrenaline rush of violence that drives him, but in his dark moments, when it's naught but himself to justify anything to... he admits he enjoys his work.

If Kasoria has any hope in being something more than the fractured, almost schizophrenic man he is, that hope lies in subject of the trip he makes every few months to a town outside of Etzos. When he returns, even the blind and mad can see the change come over him. But his "work" takes it toll, the positive, hopeful glow fades, and he becomes the ghost again. A weapon in rags.
History

His story started in the poor part of town, in the heat and the dark of a Ymiden night. There were no omens ill or favorable, for he was but another child among thousands born that year. His parents worked and strove and loved and fought and cried and even quietly prayed, two more doting parents among many. He was a small and quiet child, but stronger than the two they had lost before. Yasmina thought he would be their only child, though she prayed hard for a daughter. Six years later she would get her wish, but in that heated night in the middle of the 673rd Arc, Yasmina gave birth to Kasoria, and Rama rejoiced in having an heir to the modest store he had built up from a threadbare stand in the Citizen's Market outside the city walls.

The boy grew up, joined by a sister, Lilith, both short and swarthy and dark-eyed. His slight size meant he was sometimes picked on, but speed was on his side, as well, and when he could not run, his tormentors found that a feral violence stirred in him, too. He played in the streets and the caverns below the city. He wandered them like all children did, acting like an uncrowned prince exploring his future kingdom, unanswerable and free to go where he liked, as long as adventure awaited. By the time he'd reached his tenth birthday, the meandering focus of childhood had hardened into a few definite traits.

First of all, he held no truck with the whispered faith of his mother, with her little clay idols of Immortals she tucked away when she wasn't worshiping. Second of all, he was quietly aghast that a life of bagging dried goods and household menials waited for him, working in his father's store. Thirdly, he loved them both, and his sister, and the distant family that they visited every late-Saun, venturing north of Etzos to holiday with cousins and aunts and uncles.

Last of all, he knew how to fight. He was small and slight, but not weak nor afraid, and when he fought, he held nothing back. As childhood grew into the strength and aimless fire of youth, Rama watched his son grow with concern. He was proud that his son, sadly like himself in his height and build, was able to defend himself, even if his "technique" was more brawling than boxing or wrestling. But self-defense was fast turning to compulsion, delight in the chaos of fighting. He shirked his chores and beatings obviously held no fear for him. Only his sister's gentle, determined persuasiveness seemed to cool the fire in the boy's hear, if only for a while.

Rama and Yasmina turned to their wits and their faith for answers. But in the end, it was Etzos that provided one.

Every barroom brawler knows that there are some men you don't hit. Sometimes they find that out the hard way, like Kasoria did. He woke up in the Hall of Rule and Reprimand, a boy seventeen arcs old and already with the knuckles of a grown man, and the scowl of a bitter one. He woke up to bruises and a hangover, and an armored figure staring inquisitively down at him.

The man smiled, and asked him what he wanted to be in life. Kasoria answered with the truth: a free man, out of the damn cell. The armored man nodded, and said all he had to do was get past him.

Kasoria tried, and laid exactly one punch on the man. It cost him three broken fingers and a breezy speech about the stupidity of trying to rip the ears away from off-duty members of the Black Guard in a lonely Outer Perimeter watering hole. As the boy lay panting and spitting blood, the man said something else to him.

Offered, in fact.

Sergeant Tantos was not a recruiter, but had an eye for talent. A Black Guardsman was a match for most thugs in Etzos, and this brat had nearly bested two of them before he'd clobbered him around the ear from behind. Such a waste, if he was allowed to continue in the gutter, maybe even go so far as to be locked down here and just be... forgotten. Tantos decided to do something about that, and being a former gutter rat himself, knew just how to sell it.

Kasoria came home to a worry-stricken family bruised, limping, wearing a cadet's uniform and bearing his first season's pay in advance. He was going to be a Black Guardsman. Yasmina thanked the gods in a silent whisper, and the more worldly Rama stared with pained eyes, but eventually congratulated his son. It was not the answer he was expecting, but it was a better future nonetheless.

Cadet training passed by in a whirl, and Kasoria was surprised to find that he quite liked it. Not just the nice bed and good food and combat training, but the sense of something solid and real and breathing that he was part of. Something greater than himself. He walked straighter and prouder. He steered clear of the thugs and gangers he'd called brother before. He had a higher calling now, and the future was bright.

So has said many a man, before night falls.

Lilith loved her mother, and shared her faith. When Yasmina prayed to her little clay idols - to Chamadarst for her husband, Chrien for her son, Ethelynda for her daughter - her daughter was there with her. Like her brother, she had no fear of others, nor their opinions. Though it gained her scorn and jeers, she was unafraid to confess her faith, and said she would pray also for those that sneered at her. The Immortals were flawed, but they could be good, she said. Her big brother was the perfect proof for that, and one day everyone would see.

She was wrong.

As so often happened in Etzos, disease spread through the Outer Perimeter. Families were shattered, loves torn apart, and Yasmina succumbed along with the rest. Lilith tended to her every break, insisting that her brother would visit her, hold her hand and be there for... whatever followed. But it was not Kasoria that came to the door. It was a gang of wild-eyed men, grieving and vengeful and ignorant and scared in all parts. They sought scapegoats, and the confessed Immortal-worshiper was an obvious target. Lilith rounded on them without fear, noting that her own mother was one of the sick, but it did her no good.

They wanted blood. They took it. From both of them.

Tantos tried to stop Kasoria from finding out, then tried to stop him going back to the old neighborhood. He failed both times. He sent out cadet patrols, ordered them to the bars and groghouses and pubs and even the underground shebeens everyone pretended to know nothing about. Spread the word that the killers of the two women were to seek protection, or invite death. They were too late. A commotion was reported. Fighting. Fire. Death. Horror. Tantos and a detachment found a house in flames and a wounded man outside.

A gladius in each hand. Red from tip to hilt. Face shattered as a broken vase, staring at the flames... and the corpses he'd left inside.

Kasoria never found out why he wasn't exiled, or just locked away and left to die. He knew only that Tantos was never seen again, and he was forbidden for even looking at the Hall he'd called home for arcs. At twenty years old he was on the streets, with his broken father and working in a pokey little store where every day was the same. Rama knew what would happen. How he would backslide. Only now it was with honed skilled and trained fists, studied in a graceful but savage fighting art, first learned on the streets and now hones as a cadet. The angry young man had become a weapon, without a hand to grasp or direct it.

But there were always those willing to pay for a grip, as it were.

Years passed. Father and son grew apart as son grew darker in deed and thought. Rama knew how his son was able to afford to move out of his family's house. He knew how he was able to afford food and drink and clothes and rent and everything else. On some rare nights, his friends would mention seeing him, hands stained and feet swift. Or they would share some gossip and quickly censor his son's name when they came to some scandalous and mortal deed done in the darkness.

His son was a killer, and Rama knew it. He died with that knowledge, heart giving out as he stacked shelves one morning, no wife or daughter to hear his last breath. No son left who would care to. Or so he thought.

Those who assumed Kasoria despised his weak father would have been proved mistaken. As far as can be told, he became bolder, reckless, even seeking death in the years that followed. His "assignments" for racketeers and smugglers and petty gangland warlords took him across the breadth of the city and beyond. But under all the bodies and blood was an aching, trembling desire for peace. The only peace a man like him could hope for.

Then the strangest thing happened.

He was handed a bundle of rags from an exhausted midwife. He looked down into sleepy eyes and in that single moment, his rudderless life ran aground and would never be moved. A breathless whore chuckled from the soaking bed and asked him what he thought of the name she had picked out for his son.

Kasoria doesn't remember answering. Just nodding. Unable to look away.

The man that walked into Vorund Storage and Leasing was so different in character that the owner had to blink and squint to make sure it was the same man from before. Everything seemed the same, from the gait to the hair to the beard to the clothes, but there was a light shining out from the mercenary's face that was different. Not renewed so much as transplanted. As if some fresh spark for life had been added to embers growing cold, and now Kasoria spoke to him not as a freelance killer seeking a job, but a man asking a favor.

He wanted his son to be safe. He had made enemies, and would make more. They would punish his son if not him, and Vorund knew plenty of people. Guardsmen, lookouts, smugglers, forgers, dozens of contacts from all walks of life that could spirit a woman and her babe from the city without anyone noticing. True enough, Vorund agreed, but what was in it for him?

Kasoria drew his gladius, and laid it on the table. That was what he gave, and the promise that he would never take it back. Not while Vorund still lived.

That was eleven arcs ago, when the century was still young. Since then, Vorund's fortunes as a boss in Etzos' turbulent underworld had waxed and waned, sometimes merely a season apart, but Kasoria has always been his most dependable executioner. Paid well, of course, for every man had to eat, but always remembering the debt he owed the racketeer. Traitors, spies, competition, intractable clients and other such threats to Vorund's profits... all have met the slight, ragged man in some way. All never met anyone again.

And as a reward beyond coin, every other season Kasoria leaves Etzos, ventures into the strange world of grass and trees and brooks beyond the mortar and brick and stone of his living. He walks or takes a wagon, paying a few coppers for his seat, until he comes to a town north of the city. There he stays with some cousins who know little of what he does for a living, and are smart enough not to ask. They know he is polite and respectful, but spends much of his time wandering the town. Even spending it with a woman they know well, who came out there years before, with a bastard boy whose high-born father had abandoned, the poor dear.

Kasoria seems to like the boy very much. When he bids his cousins farewell, sometimes mother and child are there to say goodbye, too.
Housing

Kasoria's home outside the city walls to the south-east is as sparse and impersonal as one would expect from a man who walks around resembling a beggar most of the time. One would even argue that given his lack of possessions, it's probably twice as much as he requires. A bedroom with a termite-eaten bed, a washbasin for hygiene, a table with two chairs, and a handful of worn books. Even his cutlery and cooking supplies only take up one small cupboard, easily fitting on top of the stove.
Items
  • One set of clothing, all of Poor Quality (brown coat, white, black pants, undergarments, a pair of boots)
  • One Set of Toiletries: Soap, A comb or brush, razor, toothbrush, toothpaste,
  • One waterskin
  • Two sets of eating utensils
  • Tinderbox
  • Good Gladius
  • Good Karambit *
  • Masterwork Throwing Knives x10 *
  • Good Chain-mail Vest *
  • Four books: History of Etzos, War on The Immortals, Practical Recipes, and Human Workings
  • First Aid Kit
  • Vial of Scarf Rot x9 *
  • Vial of Ghost Mushroom x9 *
  • Whetstone *
  • Makeshift and oft-repaired training dummy, made from planks, rope, rags, and old clothes *
  • Second homemade dummy, this one less damaged, mainly used for throwing knife practice *
Quests

To Trouble Their Fathers (Cylus, Arc 718)
Children say the damnedest things, don't they? And the boy you visit every other season? He's old enough now to reason for himself, and your cousins say they see a lot of you in him. He's brash, quick tempered, and can take a good punch, but he's unguided, untempered. A letter from a concerned citizen of the city sent to his mother spoke of informing the authorities at the boy's violent and unrepentant nature. They say he's a criminal in the making, and wish to weed the boy out before he brings more trouble to their community.

You could remove the problem at its source, and teach the boy to direct his efforts to something constructive. Or you could track down whomever sent the letter, and convince them one way or the other not to interfere with the boy.

The choice is yours.

This is your chance to make peace, or make war.
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"This is the life we choose, the life we lead. And there is only one guarantee: none of us will see Heaven."
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Sat Mar 03, 2018 5:03 pm

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ImageName: Bangun Vorund
Age, Race & Gender: 61-arc-old human male
Skills: Business Management - 62 / Intimidation - 60 / Blades (Spring-Loaded Dagger) - 48 / Politics - 35 / Leadership - 47
Immortal Marks: Unknown

If one drew a line from the Western Gate to the Eastern, Etzos would be effectively cut in half. To the south of that line is the territory of Bangun Vorund, and you'd never know it. Mainly because Vorund's fiefdom is one of hustlers, dealers, thieves, pimps, smugglers, mercenaries, and other such denizens of the underworld that thrives beneath the feet of the law-abiding (sometimes quite literally). Despite entering his seventh decade, Vorund is as ruthless as he was twenty arcs ago, when he crushed the last of his gangland rivals and became the de facto boss of the South Side. Although some whisper that while his mind is still sharp, his will is lacking.

His operations are based in the Citizens Market and are mainly spread across the Outer Perimeter, but only a fool would think someone could survive for two decades as top dog in South Etzos without friends in high places. Vorund's influence and interests have seeped into the Commercial District and, if the rumors are genuine, even into the ruling powers of The Citadel itself. On a day-to-day basis, though, his authority and enterprises are enforced by his reputation, his knack for making deals, and the merciless bloodshed unleashed by his loyal enforcer, Kasoria.

ImageName: Martyn
Age, Race & Gender: 10-arc-old human male (DOB 15th trial, Saun, Arc 707)
Skills: Basket Weaving - 20 / Cooking - 17 / Unarmed Combat (Brawling) - 8 / Storytelling - 5
Immortal Marks: Unknown

In some ways, Martyn is one of the best kept secrets in Etzos, for only three living souls know his true parentage. Two would rather die than reveal it, knowing the danger it would place him in. Another knows that he would die if he did. The boy himself is oblivious to this secrecy, though. As far as he knows, his father abandoned his mother years before she moved to Westguard, a small town ten days from the city. Young as he is, he doesn't much care for history, having more interest in the boundless potential of the present and future. All he knows is that his mother loves him, and that's enough.

Now he's into double-digits, however, he's starting to understand that things are expected from him. So he does chores for his mother, helps her at the store she works at, and does all those things that drive a young man insane with boredom. His real enjoyment is to be found exploring, concocting tales and legends from his imagination, which his mother always says he should write down. But there is darkness in him, too. A fondness for violence. An unwillingness to bow down to authority, any authority, whether legal or maternal. His mother scolds and hides her tears when he comes home, scuffed up and sullen. Because she sees his father in those moments, and that frightens her.
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Wed Mar 07, 2018 5:03 am

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Ledger
ItemCreditDebit
Starting Package 100gn ...
Good Gladius ... 26gn
Hat (Men's) ... 10sn
Books (two non-fiction, one fiction) ... 28gn
First Aid Kit ... 22gn
Ghost Mushroom (one dose) ... 10gn
Contract Fee 250gn ...
Groceries ... 3gn
Information [PC Payment] ... 50gn
Chainmail Vest and Throwing Knives ... 52gn
Poisons ... 300gn
Cover Charge and Dinner ... 3gn
Contract Fee 500gn ...
Seasonal Wages Minus Living Expenses (Cylus 718) 399gn ...
Shopping ... 35gm
Scarf Rot Dose x1 ... 10gn
Contract Fee 1000gn ...
Caravan Passage ... 3gn
Seasonal Wages Minus Living Expenses (Ashan 718) 2436gn ...
Child Support ... 3000gn
Lodgings ... 33gn
Contract Fee 125gn ...
Season Wages Minus Living Expenses (Ymiden 718) 1942gn ...
Bribe ... 100gn
Bribe ... 100gn
Total Currency: 0 ON, 2967 GN, 0 SN, 0 CN
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Thu Mar 08, 2018 7:03 pm

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Arc 718
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Cylus
I. Slippin' Into Darkness - 5th - Time to out the book down, and go to work
II. The Messenger - 5th - It only takes one man
I. No Skips, No Excuses - 9th - Older you get, harder it is to maintain
II. I've Got A Little List - 9th - More than just bread and milk. Kasoria goes hunting for some new ideas, and old killing tools
III. A Call to The Void (Navyri) - 10th - Kasoria delves into the underground to hunt down a potential supplier of the poisons so useful in his profession
The Pledge (Finnegan, Ivanthe) - 19th - A trip to Foster's Landing on business is both derailed and augmented by running into a familiar street rat, and his barmy friend
I. The Ferryman - 22nd - Properly informed by his adolescent contact, Kasoria closes on the final, floating hideout of his target
II. The Covenant - 22nd Trial - This is the cost, one always known, and yet never accepted
III. "And Like That... He's Gone" - 23rd - His business concluded, an anonymous assassin slithers upriver back to the safety of Etzos
Midnight Menu (Kovic) - 28th Trial - Nothing like dinner with an old friend, who isn't really a friend and who you might have to murder some day


Ashan
Veni, Vidi, Vici - 20th - Kasoria knocks up a new training dummy and begins training with his shiny new knives
Off To See The Wizard (Zipper) - 30th - Kasoria is assigned to guard Vorund's lieutenant as he attends a meeting in Foster's Landing with a very important, quite unforgiving young woman
Noose for the Loose - 35th - With investigators sniffing around after the Charon Massacre, Kasoria insulates himself and his master by tying off a loose end
I. The Departed - 50th - The murder of an underworld courier put Kasoria on the hunt, and meeting with... well, you read the title
II. Old Faces - 50th - On the hunt for whoever fatally ripped off his master, Kasoria visits an old friend, and a slimy... acquaintance
III. Fool's Gold - 50th - Kasoria sets a trap
IV. Tidying Up - 50th - Nothing left to do but clean house... so to speak
V. Thanam O’n Dhoul - 51st - One last loose end, one more bridge to burn, one more body tossed on the pile
To Trouble Their Fathers [Part I] [Part II] [Part III] [Part IV] - 60th to 77th - A worrying letter takes Kasoria from the brick and towers of Etzos to the pastures of Westguard, on a familial task he is powerless to ignore, and bent on resolving
Fancy Seeing You Here... Who Are You? (Yndira) - 81st - A mundane shakedown (broken arms, shattered kneecaps, bloodthirsty threats, the usual) turns into a chance meeting, when a wild young thing meets an older assassin
Dyin' Ain't Much of a Livin' (Unless You're into Necromancy (Lucretia) - 88th - Fates know why, but Kasoria's master sends him to a enigmatic necromancer-cum-musician, seeking her aid in making a body disappear


Ymiden
I. Go For The Flow - 4th - Kasoria hits the books to learn how to better use his karambit
II. Repetition and Acceleration - 4th - Karambit training continues, both in speed and complexity
III. Liberty and Death - 8th - Training is always for a purpose, and his purpose was fell, indeed
IV. The Logical Conclusion - 8th - The Raggedy Man cometh for your sins, Mister Stacks
[Modded Thread] Where few want to be found (Vidao, Oberan) - 14th - A mundane debtor hunt turns into something far more interesting, running Kasoria into foreign sellswords, Mortalborn, shadow assassins, and ill-kept office space
Ordinary People - 21st - Eggs, bacon, some light reading and heavier exercise: no better way to start the day
Mix 'N Match - 21st - Kasoria melds together exercise and training, of flesh and of steel
Raise - 21st - He does his "job" and listens carefully, for his "work" is being laid out for him
What Were You Expecting? - 24th - In which the salient difference between a Warrior and an Assassin is proven
The New Order(s) - 24th - Kasoria wraps up the problem of Denis Styes, and lays the foundation for a pliant and profitable replacement (or two)
Take Me To Church (Noth) - 29th - After seasons of posturing, rumors, false starts and veiled threats, North and South finally meet


Saun:
[Modded Thread] A Curious Mind - 3rd - Seeking answers about the strange, life-saving talisman he claimed last season, Kasoria searches out a grouchy mage who should have answers, and presents possibilities instead
End Of Land - 15th - You brought this on yourself, but only you need to die
I. To Teach Terror - 25th - Sometimes blood and bodies are not required, but the specter of them
II. Soft and Swift as Shadows - 21st - No trace he left, no hide nor hare... but take he did, with utmost care

Memories
I. Before (21st Trial, Ashan, Arc 688) - It wasn't his first fight, but it was the last time he bothered with that chivalry shite
Hate It Til You Love It (Vhalar, Arc 690 to Zi'da, Arc 692) - You kill yourself and you dig deep over and over and over, until you embrace the pain, and look back at how far you've come
The Beginning of a Beautiful Friendship (66th Trial, Z'da, Arc 690) - He'd barely held one before that season, but soon came to wonder how he'd lasted so long without one
II. During (42nd Trial, Ymiden, Arc 691) - Kasoria continues to learn that the Black Guard aren't about dropping bodies... but they do know how to make them compliant
II. Merchant of Death (10th Trial, Ashan, Arc 691) - Cadet Kasoria learns that Etzosi brawling is a lot more complex than he first thought
III. After (20th Trial, Cylus, Arc 694) - No longer a boy, no longer a Cadet, he is just "Kasoria", and his sword goes to the heaviest purre
I. Dogs (15th Trial, Saun, Arc 696) - A bounteous flock must reach Rhakros, and Kasoria is one of the many dogs charged with getting the sheep there safely
  • II. Jackals (15th Trial, Saun, Arc 696) - Kasoria gets his first taste of true battle, not just a ganger scrap

I. Things Not Planned For (3rd Trial, Vhalar, Arc 705) - Kasoria does his best impression of a spanner in the works
II. Bugger of a Night (3rd Trial, Vhalar, Arc 705) - Unarmed does not mean defenseless, as Kasoria proves
III. Wolves (99th Trial, Vhalar, Arc 706) - Now he does not protect the flock; he preys on it
Whatever It Takes (22nd Trial, Saun, Arc 707) - As any father would give
Don't Be Naive (26th Trial, Saun, Arc 708) - Not all those marked for death are gangsters and renegades, but they still meet the same face at their end
The Long Arm (Ryder) (33rd Trial, Ymiden, Arc 709) - Even whores have guardian angels in Etzos, no matter what armor you wear

I. All Those Who Enter Here (73rd Trial, Vhalar, Arc 711) - Of all the houses you shouldn't break into...
III. Picked The Wrong House, Lads (73rd Trial, Vhalar, Arc 711) - Kasoria finishes cleansing his home of invaders, perhaps a little too thoroughly
Strays and Orphans (Maxine) (40th Trial, Zi'Da, Arc 711) - Kasoria makes an unwanted and unexpected friend
Just As You've Seen Me (Maxine) (45th Trial, Zi'Da, Arc 711) - Like a bad bloody copper...
I. Enemies Foreign and Domestic (17th Trial, Cylus, Arc 713) - Kasoria travels to the coast for the first time, on business
II. Execution Break (18th Trial, Cylus, Arc 713) - Traps are laid, plans concocted, and now they bear bloody fruit
III. Legacy (19th Break, Cylus, Arc 713) - Kasoria ensures that the message of his master is well-remembered
IV. Snakes (13th break, Zi'da, Arc 713) - All paths that cross, come to an end
The World Beneath The World (14th Trial, Ymiden, Arc 714) - There's more lurking in the shadows than killers and thieves, as Kasoria finds out one sweltering night
Bigger Fish (Finnegan O'Connor) (13th Trial, Z'da, Arc 716) - A young boy seeking thrills at the edge of the underworld learns firsthand what such a world truly costs
I. D.I.Y. (30th Trial, Z'da, Arc 716) - Kasoria practices with his shiny new trophy, after knocking up a little practice prop
II. Second Wind (30th Trial, Z'da, Arc 716) - No longer leaking like a sieve, Kasoria continues testing out his new blade
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Fri Mar 16, 2018 4:31 pm

Skill Points AcquiredTotal Points SpendProficiencyKnowledge
Unarmed Combat (Ki'Enaq) 100/100 N/A - FT Master 45
Blades (Gladius, Karambit) 55/100 (90/251) Expert, Expert 24, 23
Tactics 55/100 (90/251) Expert 44
Intimidation 51/100 (78/251) Expert 27
Endurance 51/100 (78/251) Expert 22
Discipline 30/100 (35/251) Competent 48
Deception 30/100 (35/251) Competent 20
Throwing Knives 50/100 (75/251) Competent 11
Intelligence 26/100 (27/251) Competent 25
Stealth 26/100 (27/251) Competent 12
Cooking 26/100 (27/251) Competent 11
Acrobatics 15/100 (15/251) Novice 2
Medicine 15/100 (15/251) Novice 5
Poisons 5/100 (5/251) Novice 4
Caregiving 5/100 (5/251) Novice 0

Fast Track Skill: Unarmed Combat (Ki'Enaq)

Thread or Skill NamePoints AwardedPoints SpentRunning Total
Unarmed Combat (Brawling) 25[RB] 25 00
Starting Package 50 00 50
Blades (Gladius) .. 20 30
Cooking .. 10 20
Acobatics .. 15 5
Poisons .. 5 0
Intelligence 4[DJ] 4 0
Endurance 4[DJ] 4 0
Caregiving 2[DJ] 2 0
Don't Be Naive 10 .. 10
Enemies Both Foreign and Domestic 10 .. 20
Execution Break 10 .. 30
Legacy 10 .. 40
D.I.Y. 10 .. 50
Slippin' Into Darkness I 10 .. 60
Second Wind 10 .. 70
All Hope Abandon Ye Who Enter Here 10 .. 80
Merchant Of Death 10 .. 90
Unarmed Combat .. 25 65
Whatever It Takes 10 .. 75
The Messenger 10 .. 85
Picked The Wrong House, Lads 10 .. 95
Stealth .. 25 70
No Skips, No Excuses 10 .. 80
Deception .. 25 55
Blades (Karambit) .. 25 30
I've Got A Little List 10 .. 40
The Beginning of a Beautiful Friendship 10 .. 50
Things Not Planned For 10 .. 60
Bugger of a Night 10 .. 70
The Pledge 15 .. 85
Tactics .. 35 50
And Like That... He's Gone 10 .. 60
Discipline .. 35 25
The Departed 10 .. 35
The Ferryman 10 .. 45
The Covenant 10 .. 55
Endurance .. 1 54
Intelligence .. 1 53
Caregiving .. 3 50
Old Faces 10 .. 60
Unarmed Combat .. 20 40
Fools Gold 10 .. 50
Tidying Up 10 .. 60
Blades (Karamabit) .. 50 10
Thanam O’n Dhoul 10 .. 20
Veni 10 .. 30
Bigger Fish 15 .. 45
Endurance .. 20 25
Vici 10 .. 35
The World Beneath The World 15 .. 50
Midnight Menu 15 .. 65
Vidi 10 .. 75
Gladius .. 50 25
Before 10 .. 35
During 10 .. 45
Unarmed Combat (Ki'Enaq) .. 30 15
After 10 .. 25
The Long Arm 15 .. 40
Bone and Metal, Blood and Fire 10 .. 50
Endurance .. 50 0
The Call of The Void 15 .. 15
To Trouble Their Fathers I 10 .. 25
To Trouble Their Fathers II 10 .. 35
To Trouble Their Fathers III 10 .. 45
Intimidation .. 35 10
To Trouble Their Fathers IV 10 .. 20
Go For The Flow 10 .. 30
Repetition and Acceleration 10 .. 40
Liberty and Death 10 .. 50
Blades (Karambit) .. 30 20
Tactics .. 20 0
The Logical Conclusion 10 .. 10
Dogs 10 .. 20
Jackals 10 .. 30
Dyin' Ain't Much of a Livin' (Unless You're Into Necromancy) 15 .. 45
Wolves 10 .. 55
Snakes 10 .. 65
Gladius .. 15 50
Throwing Knives .. 25 25
Deception .. 15 10
Noose For the Loose 10 .. 20
The Risen 10 .. 30
Reimbursement of misapplied Karambit Points (Mistake pointed out by Aegis, 07/23/2018) 105 .. 135
Mix 'N Match 10 .. 145
Tactics .. 35 110
Throwing Knives .. 50 60
Raise 10 .. 70
Off To See The Wizard 15 .. 80
Intimidation .. 43 42
Intelligence .. 22 20
What Were You Expecting? 10 .. 30
The New Order(s) 10 .. 40
Stealth .. 2 38
Cooking .. 17 21
Medicine .. 15 6
Hate It Til You Love It 10 .. 16
Endurance..313
End Of Land .. 10 23
Skill Knowledge
  • Acrobatics: Form and Movement Amidst Combat
  • Acrobatics: Tucking and Rolling After a Fall
  • Acrobatics: Avoiding a Large, Unwieldy Weapon
  • Acting: Playing the Beggar
  • Acting: Changing your Gait to Seem Harmless
  • Acting: Making a Humble Mask
  • Acting: Playing the Outraged Dad
  • Acting: Playing the Fearful Underworld Bottom-Feeder
  • Acting: Playing the Doddery Street Addict
  • Acting: Pretending to Abandon a "Friend"
  • Acting: Playing The Drunken Lunatic
  • Acting: A Facade of Reassurance and Appreciation
  • Blades (Gladius): Compact, Economical, Lethal
  • Blades (Gladius): Slashing at the right angle[DJ]
  • Blades (Gladius): Disemboweling
  • Blades (Gladius): For Hacking AND Thrusting
  • Blades (Gladius): Killing Strike Through the Heart
  • Blades (Gladius): Block
  • Blades (Gladius): Parry and Counter
  • Blades (Gladius): Importance of Solid Footwork
  • Blades (Gladius): Using the Hilt as a Club
  • Blades (Gladius): Needs a TIGHT Grip
  • Blades (Gladius): "The Iugulatio" (Execution Strike)
  • Blades (Gladius): Drawing and Striking in the Same Movement
  • Blades (Gladius): Disarming a Swordsman (By Taking His Hand Off)
  • Blades (Gladius): Best Used Alongside a Shield
  • Blades (Gladius): Designed PRIMARILY to Thrust and Stab
  • Blades (Gladius): Hacking Through the Shoulder into The Ribcage
  • Blades (Gladius): Lunging While Thrusting, For a More Powerful Blow
  • Blades (Gladius): Crippling Slash to the Shin
  • Blades (Gladius): Stabbing between the 5th and 6th Ribs
  • Blades (Gladius): Thrust-Slash Combo
  • Blades (Gladius): Moves Faster Than a Larger, Heavier Blade
  • Blades (Gladius): Reverse Grip - Unorthodox But Useful in Close Quarters
  • Blades (Gladius): Stabbing Through the Spine
  • Blades (Gladius): Circular Parry
  • Blades (Karambit): Curved, Concealable, Assassin's Dagger
  • Blades (Karambit): Designed to Slice and Tear
  • Blades (Karambit): Crippling Blows to Joints
  • Blades (Karambit): Saber Grip
  • Blades (Karambit): Can Be Used to Stab, Not Just Slash
  • Blades (Karambit): Ripping Causes More Damage
  • Blades (Karambit): Perfect for Surprise Attacks
  • Blades (Karambit): Throat Slash
  • Blades (Karambit): Lethally Enhances Punching
  • Blades (Karambit): Puncturing a Lung
  • Blades (Karambit): Disemboweling
  • Blades (Karambit): Not Ideal for Parrying or Blocking Another Blade
  • Blades (Karambit): Targeting Arteries
  • Blades (Karambit): Chaining Strikes Together
  • Blades (Karambit): Use BOTH Sides of the Blade
  • Blades (Karambit): Thumb Ring Keeps the Blade Secure in Hand
  • Blades (Karambit): Stabbing Under the Chin
  • Blades (Karambit): Slashing the Face
  • Blades (Karambit): Be Careful Not to Catch Curved Blade on Bone
  • Blades (Karambit): Carotid-Jugular One-Two Combination
  • Blades (Karambit): Ideal Close-Quarters Weapon
  • Blades (Karambit): Long Enough to Impale the Brain (Through the Eye)
  • Blades (Karambit): Slicing Forearms to Break an Opponent's Hold on Their Weapon
  • Cooking: How to Cook for Yourself
  • Cooking: Vegetable Stew
  • Cooking: Leek and Onion Soup
  • Cooking: Pottage Stew
  • Cooking: Dicing Up Vegetables for a Stew
  • Cooking: Preserving Food in a Sealed Vase
  • Cooking: Skinning a Rabbit for the Pot
  • Cooking: Rabbit Stew with Vegetables
  • Cooking: Eating Bread Before it Turns Stale (and Rocky)
  • Cooking: Crispy Bacon and Fried Eggs
  • Cooking: Saving Bacon Grease for Future Meals
  • Deception: Appearing Sick to Fool a Target
  • Deception: Masking Surveillance by Pretending to Read
  • Deception: Luring a Target Closer with a Cry for Help
  • Deception: Getting a Target to Lower Their Guard
  • Deception: Slurring and Mumbling to Seem Harmless
  • Deception: Briefly Imitating a Voice
  • Deception: Luring Targets Out with a False Message
  • Deception: Bluffing Your Way Inside With a Convincing Story
  • Deception: Bluffing Your Way Through The Door By Rambling On and On
  • Deception: Conceal Your Weapons As Much As You Can
  • Deception: Playing Dumb and Deaf to Lure an Enemy Close
  • Deception: Staying Unnoticed with Modest Clothes
  • Deception: Make a Lie As Close to Truth as You Can
  • Deception: Playing the Novice Traveler
  • Deception: Lying to a Child
  • Deception: Lie to Protect Them
  • Deception: Adopting an Air of Indifference to Bad News
  • Deception: Using a Begging Bowl to Hide a Weapon
  • Deception: Making a Murder Look Like a Suicide-By-Hanging
  • Deception: Hiding Behind the Guise of a Harmless Bartender
  • Deception: Producing a Convincing "Beating"
  • Deduction: Recognizing Knowledge One Would Most Likely Learn in the Army
  • Design: Constructing a Homemade Training Dummy
  • Design: Gathering Construction Materials
  • Detection: Deducing When Something was Prepared By the Freshness of Its Remains in a Container
  • Detection: Noting Careful Use of Language
  • Detection: Deducing a Tan from the Eastern Deserts
  • Detection: Knowing a Fellow Killer When You See One
  • Discipline: Maintaining a Ruse in Public
  • Discipline: Constructing a Makeshift Training Dummy
  • Discipline: Knowing When to Pause your Training
  • Discipline: Being On Time
  • Discipline: Experimenting with New Techiques
  • Discipline: Shake off Sleep and Into The Fray
  • Discipline: Control Born from Cadet Training
  • Discipline: Patience to Endure a Stake-Out
  • Discipline: Don't Get Distracted by Gloating
  • Discipline: Not Skipping Exercise
  • Discipline: Altering a Workout, But Never Shirking It
  • Discipline: Keeping Chatter to a Minimum
  • Discipline: Taking Time to Practice
  • Discipline: Minding Your Own Business
  • Discipline: Recalling a Voice From Long Ago
  • Discipline: The Patience to Start with the Basics
  • Discipline: Staying Patient Even in Tense Circumstances
  • Discipline: Leave Proper Healing to Healers
  • Discipline: Learn By Observing
  • Discipline: Not Reacting to Violence
  • Discipline: Realizing Your Mistakes
  • Discipline: Waiting Until Dismissed
  • Discipline: Dividing Your Efforts, Without Neglecting Them
  • Discipline: Quieting Yourself to Take Stock of Your Surroundings
  • Discipline: Training for Muscle Memory
  • Discipline: Sharpening Your Weapons After Use
  • Discipline: Don't Drag Out a Murder (Unless Ordered To)
  • Discipline: Keeping Witnesses to a Minimum
  • Discipline: Alert for Traps At All Times
  • Discipline: Giving Away the Bare Minimum in an Answer
  • Discipline: Remembering Your World, and How Empty of Trust It Is
  • Discipline: Keeping Not Just Your Word, But Your Oath
  • Discipline: Starting With the Basics
  • Discipline: Water is a Reward, for Completing Training
  • Discipline: Not Drinking When On The Job
  • Discipline: Remembering Your Oath
  • Discipline: Careful Asking Question (Because Answers Can Kill)
  • Discipline: The Strength to Tell the Truth
  • Discipline: Putting Your Son First. Always
  • Discipline: Teaching a Hard, Cruel Lesson
  • Discipline: No Blade Left Behind (They Aren't Cheap)
  • Discipline: Not Being a Hero and Staying In Cover
  • Discipline: Taking The Time to Make a Useful Observation
  • Discipline: Going Through With a Reluctant Murder
  • Discipline: Not Going Back To Prison
  • Discipline: Sticking With Exercise For Seasons At A Time
  • Discipline: Sticking to Your Cover
  • Discipline: Marshal Your Thoughts Before Speaking
  • Discipline: Hiding Your Dislike of Someone
  • Discipline: Trust No-One, No Matter How Much You Want To
  • Discipline: Holding Up Your End of The Deal
  • Discipline: Do Not Stop Until the Job is Done
  • Disguise: Pretending To Be a Beggar
  • Disguise: Hiding In Plain Sight
  • Disguise: Smelly Clothes Maketh a Beggar
  • Disguise: Looking Like Anything But an Assassin
  • Endurance: Taking a beat[DJ]
  • Endurance: Nursing broken fingers[DJ]
  • Endurance: Bracing for Injury
  • Endurance: Falling, and Rising Again
  • Endurance: The Will to Survive
  • Endurance: Accept The Pain
  • Endurance: Overcoming Pain with Rage
  • Endurance: Absorb the Blow and Retaliate
  • Endurance: Rage That Gives Killers Strength
  • Endurance: Pushing On Through Exhaustion
  • Endurance: Swallowing the Pain of a Twisted Ankle
  • Endurance: Developing Calluses Over Knuckles and Joints
  • Endurance: Keeping Your Grip, Even When Hurt
  • Endurance: Fighting Through a Helmet Head Butt
  • Endurance: Letting Battle-Rage Numb Your Wounds
  • Endurance: Completing a Grueling Exercise
  • Endurance: Fighting Through Exhaustion to Throw Your Blades
  • Endurance: Ignoring Sweat in Your Eyes
  • Endurance: Fighting In Hot, Humid, Energy-Sapping Weather
  • Endurance: Don't Think, Don't Question, Just MOVE
  • Endurance: Developing Callused Knuckles
  • Endurance: Completing Clap Pushups in Zi'Da
  • Field Craft: Tying a Secure Noose
  • Intelligence: Surveillance of a Target
  • Intelligence: Observing a Target for Weaknesses
  • Intelligence: Identifying a Target from a Description
  • Intelligence: Getting a Lay of the Land
  • Intelligence: Observing and Assessing Before Revealing Oneself
  • Intelligence: Recognizing a Potential Asset
  • Intelligence: Briefing Without Giving Away Too Much
  • Intelligence: Coded Exchange of Words
  • Intelligence: Fences as Information Sources
  • Intelligence: Putting Together Clues
  • Intelligence: Discerning Meaning in Metaphor
  • Intelligence: Putting Word Out to Informers
  • Intelligence: Being Mindful of Blackguard Reaction, When Targeting One of Their Own
  • Intelligence: Communicating Via. Coded Whistles
  • Intelligence: Asking Discreet Questions (Backed up by a Little Coin)
  • Intelligence: Using Code to Identify Yourself
  • Intelligence: Remembering an Event from The Past, Applying it to The Present
  • Intelligence: Reading and Guessing Tone and Character in Unseen Voices
  • Intelligence: Speculating On Another's Intentions, Based on Evidence Observed and Overheard
  • Intelligence: Using a Less Noticeable Mode of Transport
  • Intelligence: Identifying a Party Most Likely to Inform to the Authorities
  • Intelligence: Identifying an Unspoken, Hinted Order
  • Intelligence: Making Use of a Traitor
  • Intelligence: Tailing an Underling to Find the True Target
  • Intelligence: Questioning Hired Muscle About Their Employers
  • Interrogation: Offering False Hope (Better Than None at All)
  • Intimidation: Don't Be Subtle When Savagery Suffices
  • Intimidation: Words of Warning
  • Intimidation: Leave a Survivor to Carry the Message
  • Intimidation: Threatening Family to Break a Subject
  • Intimidation: Frothing and Raging to Terrify
  • Intimidation: Cultivate the Reputation of a Savage
  • Intimidation: Playing On Reputation (Yours and Your Master's)
  • Intimidation: Frosty Tone of Voice
  • Intimidation: No Threats, Just Stating The Inevitable
  • Intimidation: Projecting an Air of Indifference to Suffering
  • Intimidation: Reminding a Small Fry Just How Small He Really Is
  • Intimidation: Using a Sword as a Pointer
  • Intimidation: Just a Hint of Steel, Promising Pain
  • Intimidation: Threaten That Which They Love
  • Intimidation: Pissed Pants? Consider the Point Made
  • Intimidation: All about the Specter of Terrible Acts
  • Intimidation: Crippling as Just the START of the Intimidation
  • Intimidation: Letting Someone Know Family Ties Can Be Broken
  • Intimidation: Raising Your Voice For Quiet
  • Intimidation: Holding On to Send a Message
  • Intimidation: Using an Almost-Strike to Break a Victim
  • Intimidation: Using a Dying Man as Punctuation
  • Intimidation: Simple words, spoken casually, can instill fear
  • Intimidation: Words don’t need to be spoken to gain respect
  • Intimidation: Flexing Your Muscles
  • Intimidation: Threats of Disfigurement
  • Intimidation: Reminding a Man What He Has To Lose
  • Investigation: Asking Relevant Questions
  • Investigation: Getting Intel for a Contract
  • Investigation: Deducing a Familial Resemblance
  • Investigation: Using Personal Contacts
  • Investigation: Trying to Subtly Question a Man's Intentions
  • Medicine: Healing Oneself from Minor Wounds
  • Medicine: Treating a Wound with Alcohol
  • Medicine: Checking Life Signs at the Neck, Wrist, and Mouth
  • Medicine: Basic Layout of Human Organs
  • Medicine: Basic Outlay of Major Human Arteries
  • Meditation: Your Mind in One Place, Your Body in Another
  • Negotiation: Setting a Price for Services To-Be-Rendered
  • Negotiation: Having your Counter-Offer Prepared in Advance
  • Negotiation: Paying Above the Rate
  • Negotiation: Not Going For the First Offer
  • Negotiation: Striking a Deal
  • Negotiation: Offering Knowledge for Obedience
  • Negotiation: Painting Your Side as the Most Reliable Bet In a Coming War
  • Negotiation: Lower Rate To Mollify the New Boss
  • Research: Learning about Useful Topic (For an Assassin)
  • Rhetoric: Promising Vengeance for Vorund
  • Persuasion: Offering a Painless Option
  • Persuasion: Offering Compensation to Avoid the Authorities Getting Involved
  • Persuasion: Citing Recent Examples to Make Your Point
  • Persuasion: Using Shared History to Soothe an Angered Party
  • Persuasion: Always Provide an Easy Alternative
  • Poisons: Scarf Rot
  • Poisons: Ghost Mushroom, Weapon Smear
  • Poisons: Scarf Rot, Soaked into a Euphoria Stick
  • Poisons: How Long It Takes Ghost Mushroom (Weapon Smear) To Kill
  • Politics: Sometimes It's Better for All Parties if a Troublesome Subject Just... Vanishes
  • Psychology: Dealing with the death of your family[DJ]
  • Psychology: Recognizing Someone Lost in Memory
  • Psychology: Choked Up with Grief
  • Psychology: Men Trapped by Debt and Vices are Easy to Manipulate (Especially with Money)
  • Psychology: Knowing The Tells of a Lying Child
  • Running: Proper Breathing
  • Socialization: Leaving a Man to Grieve
  • Socialization: Having a Drink with Family
  • Socialization: Bringing Gifts for Children
  • Stealth: Watching From the Shadows
  • Stealth: Hiding in Smelly Places
  • Stealth: Softening Ones Footsteps
  • Stealth: Watching from High Up
  • Stealth: Using Muted Colors to Match the Gloom
  • Stealth: Don't Attract Attention
  • Stealth: Following At a Distance
  • Stealth: Still, Silent, Unnoticed
  • Stealth: Staying Low, Below Line of Sight
  • Stealth: Covering or Darkening Anything That Can Catch The Light
  • Stealth: Using Piles of Goods to Hide
  • Stealth: Staying Behind a Target
  • Stealth: Removing Boots for Quieter Steps
  • Stealth: Pressing Yourself to a Wall to Minimize Your Profile
  • Stealth: Keeping Your Distance While Following Someone
  • Strength: Push Ups
  • Strength: Sit ups
  • Strength: Hoisting Yourself Up a Ledge
  • Strength: Carrying a Corpse
  • Strength: Hoisting Up a Corpse With a Rope
  • Strength: The "Toad-Bird" Exercise
  • Strength: Pull Ups
  • Tactics: Fight Like an Assassin, Not a Warrior
  • Tactics: Show Up Early (REALLY Early)
  • Tactics: Using a Human Distraction
  • Tactics: Best Way to Kill a Mage? Don't Let Them Use Their Magic
  • Tactics: Securing Your Home
  • Tactics: Attack High, and Low (Whatever Works)
  • Tactics: Buying Time with Thrown Debris
  • Tactics: Using a Human Shield (or Pincushion)
  • Tactics: Separating Enemies to Kill Them Piecemeal
  • Tactics: The Benefits of a Hidden Bodyguard
  • Tactics: Get in Close, Under Their Guard
  • Tactics: Planning Your Escape in Advance
  • Tactics: Focusing a Target's Attention Elsewhere
  • Tactics: Keeping an Open Door Narrow to Minimize Exposure
  • Tactics: Fighting in Narrow Confines
  • Tactics: Planning For Likely Questions
  • Tactics: The Ol' "What's That Behind You?" Trick
  • Tactics: Have Your Weapon CLOSE, Not Just NEAR
  • Tactics: Distracting a Target With an Unexpected Event
  • Tactics: Spotting Weaknesses In Your Enemy's Grip
  • Tactics: Letting Yourself Be Seen to Flush Out a Hidden Watcher
  • Tactics: Don't Rely Too Much on One Weapon
  • Tactics: Knowing When to RUN
  • Tactics: Nullifying a Numerical Advantage With a Narrow Battlefield
  • Tactics: Can't Play Defense Forever; Fights are Won by Offense
  • Tactics: Best Way to Defeat a Swordsman? Don't Let Him Draw His Sword
  • Tactics: Provoking an Enemy By Needling their Pride
  • Tactics: Luring Targets to an Isolated Location
  • Tactics: Rely on Yourself and Your Weapons, Not the Poison
  • Tactics: Traveling with Foreigners, To Avoid Being Recognized
  • Tactics: Know When to Fight, and When to Talk
  • Tactics: Don't Just Strike Once, But As Often As You Can
  • Tactics: Fights Aren't By The Numbers, So Don't Rely On Routines
  • Tactics: Use The Wounded to Lure Out Fresh Victims
  • Tactics: Countering Ranged Weapons With Your Own
  • Tactics: Don't Give an Enemy Warning, Just KILL the Bastard!
  • Tactics: Drawing Out Bandits With Bait, Then Ambushing THEM
  • Tactics: Negating Armor By Targeting Uncovered Areas
  • Tactics: Bribing Your Opponent's Protection
  • Tactics: Anticipating an Opponent's Last Gasp Assault
  • Tactics: One Stratagem Doesn't Work? Try Another
  • Tactics: Positioning Yourself to Watch All Avenues of Approach
  • Tactics: Dealing with Targets One By One, Rather Than a Head-One Charge
  • Thrown (Throwing Knives): Turning and Throwing
  • Thrown (Throwing Knives): Release When Hand, Blade, and Target Line Up
  • Thrown (Throwing Knives): Backhanded Throw
  • Thrown (Throwing Knives): Throwing Two Knives at Once
  • Thrown (Throwing Knife): Shifting Weight as You Throw
  • Thrown (Throwing Knife): Hammer Grip
  • Thrown (Throwing Knife): Release Sharply at the Apex of the Throw
  • Thrown (Throwing Knives): Bigger Target, Smaller Chance of Missing
  • Thrown (Throwing Knives): Smeared With Scarf Rot
  • Thrown (Throwing Knives): The Back is a Nice, Broad Target
  • Thrown (Throwing Knives): Fifteen Feet is a Safe Range for a Novice
  • Tactics: Waiting for the Door to Open Before Kicking It Down
  • Unarmed Combat: Attack unarmored opponents[DJ]
  • Unarmed Combat (Brawling): Winning By Any Means Necessary
  • Unarmed Combat (Brawling): Brandy Bottle as a Weapon
  • Unarmed Combat (Brawling/Silat): Using Forearm to Block a Sword Swing
  • Unarmed Combat (Brawling): Enhancing Punches with Blades
  • Unarmed Combat (Brawling): Elbow Strike
  • Unarmed Combat: Throat Stomp
  • Unarmed Combat: Walls as Weapons
  • Unarmed Combat: Style - Ki'Enaq (Merchant of Death)
  • Unarmed Combat (Ki'Enaq): Built around Offence and Domination
  • Unarmed Combat (Ki'Enaq): Using Armor as a Weapon
  • Unarmed Combat: Targeting Joints
  • Unarmed Combat: Striking with Knees and Elbows
  • Unarmed Combat (Ki'Enaq): Everything is a Weapon
  • Unarmed Combat (Ki'Enaq): Swift Flurries of Punches
  • Unarmed Combat: Leopard Punch
  • Unarmed Combat: Kidney Strike
  • Unarmed Combat: Gouging Eyes with Thumbs
  • Unarmed Combat: Twisting Away from a Thrusting Blade
  • Unarmed Combat: Knee to the Crotch
  • Unarmed Combat: Wrist Lock and Takedown
  • Unarmed Combat (Ki'Enaq): Crab Claw Punch
  • Unarmed Combat (Ki'Enaq): Kidney Punch
  • Unarmed Combat (Ki'Enaq): Kick to the Knee
  • Unarmed Combat (Ki'Enaq): Slamming Heads Into Hard Objects
  • Unarmed Combat (Ki'Enaq): Finger Lock
  • Unarmed Combat (Ki'Enaq): Reverse Elbow Strike
  • Unarmed Combat (Ki'Enaq): Reversing a Dagger Back Into The Person Holding It
  • Unarmed Combat (Ki'Enaq): Perfect Your Form, Then Work on Speed
  • Unarmed Combat (Ki'Enaq): Targeting Feet to Immobilize Your Enemy
  • Unarmed Combat (Ki'Enaq): Hurling Hard Objects at Soft Targets
  • Unarmed Combat (Ki'Enaq): Uppercut Elbow Strike
  • Unarmed Combat (Ki'Enaq): Rear Naked Choke Hold ("The Choker")
  • Unarmed Combat (Ki'Enaq): Breaking The Choker by Hurling Yourself (and Your Enemy) Backwards onto the Ground
  • Unarmed Combat (Ki'Enaq): Flying Knee
  • Unarmed Combat (Ki'Enaq): Push Kick
  • Unarmed Combat (Ki'Enaq): Roundhouse Kick
  • Unarmed Combat (Ki'Enaq): Stomp Kick
  • Unarmed Combat (Ki'Enaq): Leg Sweep
  • Unarmed Combat (Ki'Enaq): Neutralize Sword Arm by Striking Elbow
  • Unarmed Combat (Ki'Enaq): Spinning Low Knee Kick
  • Unarmed Combat: Spinning Rear Elbow
  • Unarmed Combat: Roundhouse Knee Strike
  • Unarmed Combat (Ki'Enaq): Proper Use of a Staircase, and Gravity
  • Unarmed Combat (Ki'Enaq): X Block
Non-Skill Knowledge
  • Blackguard Academy: Takes Recruits from All Social Strata
  • Book: War Of The Immortals, by Sev'ran Coal
  • Book: History Of Etzos, by Warden Mayfield
  • Book: Human Workings, by Algernon Hirsch
  • Drug: Euphoria, Herb
  • Drugs: Euphoria, A Soft, Smelly Drug
  • Customs & Festivals: Etzos
  • Laws: Etzos
  • History: Etzos
  • Etzos: City Layout
  • Etzos: The City Bells
  • Etzos: No Walls Beyond the Perimeter, Just the Wilderness
  • Etzos: Prices Soar as the Cylus Goes on
  • Etzos: Doomsday Loonies Emerge During Cylus
  • Etzos: Riddled with Narrow Passageways Between the Rings
  • Etzos: Some Schooling Made Available (Quality Dependent on Payment and Location)
  • Eztos: Southern Land Trade Route to Rhakros
  • Etzos, Outer Perimeter: Not a Safe Place to Flaunt Your Wealth
  • Etzos: Western Land Trade Route to Hiladrith
  • Etzos: The Forgotten Cells, Hall of Rule and Reprimand
  • Etzos: Sewage Flows to the Southwood River
  • Etzosi Army: Roving Cavalry Patrols Along Trade Routes
  • Etzos, Ashan, 718: City Overrun By Blackguard and Army
  • Etzos Culture: A Toast To Endeavors!
  • Etzos Culture: "Until That Day"
  • Etzos Culture: Cylus is a Tense Time for the Underworld
  • Etzos History: The Agricultural Revolution of the 4th Century
  • Etzos Underground: World of Sewers, Tunnels, Caverns, and Passages
  • Etzos Underground: Haven for Homeless
  • Etzos Underground: Often Used By Fugitives Seeking Secret Escape Routes
  • Etzos Underworld: Arms and Armor Sold by Corrupt Soldiers
  • Etzos Underworld: Thriving Drug Trade
  • Location: Foster's Landing
  • Location: Westguard
  • Location: The Happy Trout Inn
  • Location: The Citizen's Market, Etzos
  • Location: Speckled Jim Pub, Etzos
  • Location: Hall of Rule and Reprimand, Etzos
  • Location: The Gored Bull, Etzos
  • Location: Bernie's Comb, Etzos Underground
  • Location: Hiladrith
  • Location: Ne'haer
  • Location: Yaralon, City of Mercenaries
  • Location: Southwood River Mill
  • Location: Feral's Fastness
  • Magic: Real, But Rare
  • NPC Alsome: Kasoria's Cousin
  • NPC Alsome: Knows the Truth, But Fears Ever Speaking It
  • NPCs Andre and Elbert: Caravan Guards, Sellswords
  • NPC Bartrok: Pudgy, Pugnacious Merchant and Investor
  • NPC Corporal Drix: Ki'Enaq Instructor
  • NPC Denis: Small-Time Crook, Freshly-Scarred
  • NPC Deshak: Ne'haer Eatery Owner and Occasional Underworld Facilitator
  • NPC Dillan: Former Enforcer, Current Cripple
  • NPC Donal: Dimwitted Muscle-For-Hire
  • NPC Edri: South Side Whore, Aspiring Madam, Traitor in Stye's Firm
  • NPC Elbert: A Friendly Enemy, Right Up To The End
  • NPC Harry The Horse: One of Vorund's Many Contacts
  • NPC Ilos: Needs to Remember His Place
  • NPC Ilos: Doesn't Respect Kasoria
  • NPC Ilos: Wants Blood On The Streets
  • NPC Jessye: Mother of Kasoria's Son
  • NPC Jessye: Not Afraid to Stand Up to Kasoria
  • NPC Lydia: Etzos Madam and "Client" of Vorund
  • NPC Martyn: Kasoria's Son
  • NPC Martyn: Watchful and Not Stupid (Like his Father)
  • NPC Martyn: Budding Thief
  • NPC Martyn: A Born Storyteller
  • NPC Martyn: Learning Quick to Hide The Truth
  • NPC Mikos: Married Man and Street Sellsword
  • NPC "Miss Givings": Purveyor of Poisons, Weapons, Whatever
  • NPCs Nina and Alvian: Twin Daughters of Alsome and Regeta
  • NPCs Rand and Co.: Schoolyard Bullies and Future Thugs
  • NPC Randolf: Disgraced Doctor, Back-Alley Healer, Chronic Gambler
  • NPC Randolf: Healer by Trade, Also Versed in Poisons
  • NPC Regeta: Alsome's Wife
  • NPC Regeta: Strong Woman, But Still Afraid of Kasoria
  • NPC Rhames: Small Fry, But Smart Enough to Know Not To Cross Vorund
  • NPC Roy, Owner of the Happy Trout Inn
  • NPC Sally: Midwife, Grandmother, Collateral Damage
  • NPC: Sergeant Tantos
  • NPC Sergeant Tantos: Raised Up from The Gutters
  • NPC Sergeant Tantos: Kasoria's Patron
  • NPC Sergeant Tantos: Unforgiving Tutor
  • NPC Stacks: Freelance Dealer, Nutjob, Former "Client" of Vorund
  • NPC Styes: Gambler, Gangster, Defying Bangun Vorund
  • NPCs Tantos and Drix: Feared, Respected, Haters of Foul Language (From Others)
  • NPC Slattery: Bargeman, Smuggler, Grouch
  • NPC Tony: Westguard Blacksmith
  • NPC Tony: Enlightened, Crippled, Silenced
  • NPC Vorund: Crime Boss of South Eztos
  • NPC Vorund: Thinking of Retiring(?)
  • NPC Vorund: Uses Children as Messengers
  • NPC Vorund: Extorts Businesses across South Etzos
  • NPC Vorund: Not to be Crossed, Ever
  • NPC Vorund: Relationship with Foster's Landing Bandits
  • NPC Vorund: Relocated Kasoria's Son and His Mother
  • NPC Vorund: Doesn't Cheat His Underlings
  • NPC Vorund: Not Afraid to Discipline His Underlings
  • NPC Vorund: Values Coin and Actions, Not Words
  • NPC Vorund: Euphoria Trafficker with Connections to Growers
  • NPC Vorund: Influential, But More Powerful on the South Side
  • NPC Vorund: Punishment is Certain, For Someone
  • NPC Vorund: Taxes Every Criminal Business in South Etzos
  • NPC Vorund: Doesn't Carelessly Throw His Assets Away
  • NPC Vorund: Has Numerous Legitimate Investments
  • NPC Vorund: "Protection" Is Not Just a Euphemism
  • NPC Vorund: Knows How to Both Intimidate, and Encourage
  • NPC Vorund: Shows Mercy, But Only With Reason
  • NPC Vorund: Puts Pressure on Rivals By Targeting Caravans
  • NPC Vorund: Getting Tired of Ilos' Defiance
  • NPC Vorund: Old and Tired, But Far From Stupid
  • NPC Walter: New Boss of Styes' Firm
  • NPC Waxhaw Brothers, Crassus and Fessus: North Etzos Gangsters
  • NPC "Wide" Nick: Fence, Middleman, Fat Bastard
  • NPC Watkins and Yusef: Black Guard Cadets, Circa 691
  • NPC Wulff: Agent of Bangun Vorund, Circa 706
  • NPC Faction: Black Guard of Etzos
  • Etzos Blackguard: Enforcers of Law, Not Purveyors of Death
  • Etzos Blackguard: No Mercy for Members Who Break City Laws
  • Etzos Blackguard: Known For Cleaning Up Their Own Messes
  • Etzos Blackguard: Notoriously Corrupt, But Has Standards
  • Blackguard Cadet Academy: Ruthless and Lengthy, But Creates The Best City Guardsmen
  • Blackguard Exercise Instructors: Crude, Brutal, and Proud Of Their Students
  • PC Finn O'Connor: Shifty, But Reliable (When Paid)
  • PC Finn O'Connor: Plucky Street Rat, Far from Home
  • PC Finn O'Connor: Has a Sweetheart In Betty?
  • PC Ivanthe: Weird Kid, Possible Liability
  • PC Kovic: Old "Associate" of Kasoria, Fellow Mercenary
  • PC Kovic: Known to Kasoria as "Paps"
  • PC Kovic: Charming, Affable, Murderer
  • PC Kovic: Apparently Working with the Al’Angyryl
  • PC Lucretia Meadows: Young, Unstable, Musician and Mage
  • PC Noth: The Nameless, Nosy, Terrifying Bird-Daemon
  • The Rues: Upstart Gang in South Etzos
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