[Job Thread][Mature] What happens in the dark

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'You can’t be serious, a knight? In the city?' The Lothar thought to himself with his ski mask balled up in his pocket. Sure, it was a lot of nel, but the risk of pulling off such an assassination was rather immense. High risk, high reward. Fridgar shrugged, 200 gold nel total, 100 upfront and 100 after. He had a general plan for attack, kill the guy then turn into an eagle and fly away. Things didn’t always go to plan, however. Especially for the giant hairy man, in most cases. Suddenly, a man called him over from the shadows of an alley in the perpetual night. "Psst." Came the sharp calling "You’re Fridgar, right?" Fridgar looked to the man, echoing the Ryon’s night vision. "Yeah? What about it?" The Lothar offered a glance.

The human beckoned him closer with hurried movements of his hand. Fridgar's eyes shined in the blackness, his echo showing through. A frustrated sigh heralded his compliance as he walked forward. "'He's' changed his mind. Bring the guy to Scab Street, a big stone building with boarded up windows, we're waiting there." And with that, the man slunk back into the shadows. 'Great!' The Lothar exclaimed in his head. As if killing a man during night hours in public wasn't risky enough. Now he had to somehow transport him alive to Scab Street? His hand shifted to his pocket, where the pouch of 100 gold nel he'd been paid rested. Two hundred gold nel was a lot of money... Fridgar shook his head, 'Fine. They want the knight alive, I want an extra 50gn.' He decided, before shifting his way through the snow and throwing his ski mask on.

He'd taken his position in a darkened alley, his eyes shining in the darkness. This is where he'd been told that the knight patrolled. Now that he'd hunkered down for the wait, the only thing left now was to get ready, he had a new plan entirely. He drew a map before him, he took the bear totem's form and hair of the bronze boar, applying it in much the same quantity as the bears voluminous coat. "Let's do it." Fridgar initiated the transformation, failing to scream with his growing expertise in the Arcana. It took a total of three bits to complete. He looked about, every movement made the sound of scraping metal, he would have to stay still until his target showed up.

Baring his teeth in eager anticipation he waited in the dark, praying that nobody else came by. When he stood completely still, he almost looked like an object in the darkness. Fridgar held his position like a metal statue, readying for the target - a knight of the iron hand. The target was the only one to wear a green cloak of Endor in his patrol unit, or so he'd been told. He was otherwise wearing the full uniform for the iron hand's grunts - black leather armour. This was going to be brilliant.
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The wait was agonising, trills felt like breaks as they slowly went by. His teeth bumped together with his shivers, one thing about the metal fur was that it wasn't much for insulation - he was freezing. Suddenly, a familiar sound perked the ears atop his head, chatter, the shifting of fabric, the clink of weapons during movement. Fridgar backed up, lowering his body - it was almost time. He couldn't quite decipher the number of knights in his unit, but it was more than three, for sure.

There were just around the corner on the main street, the moment he saw movement, he rushed them with explosive force below his paws. A black-cloaked knight screamed, shrill and loud at the sight of the bear, halting the others in their place and forcing them to draw their weapons. Five of them, he could see the green cloak. Time to field-test his armour! Like a big angry bowling ball, he collided, knocking them in all directions. A pink cloaked Knight hit his head on the cobblestone walkway, knocking him unconscious in one swift collision. His eyes focused on good ol' Greeny. Blacky got up, looking between him and the end of the street in pure terror. Fridgar growled at him, a short sharp snap of his jaws. Blacky fled, screaming like a woman.

"Jones!" Cried out Greeny before turning his attention back to the beast. "It's a Becomer! ready your weapons!" He demanded, drawing his sword and swiping for Fridgar while a red cloaked knight rushed him from the side "En guarde!". With a single swipe of his enormous, now heavier paw, he knocked Greeny to the floor before he could make his slash. A piercing pain forced a roar from strong jaws. Quick inspection to his left showed that Redy had successfully stabbed him. Note, the fur doesn't work on stabs he thought before turning his body with massive force and yanking the sword handle free of Redy's hand. On the turn, he swiped for his head, snapping it 180 degrees and sending the body to the floor.

Before he could even turn to the front, a voice called out "Andrew!!!" in a horrified shriek, followed by another "Focus! We have to kill this thing for smith!" He turned to the front, another red cloak and a purple cloak rushed him, purple wielded a spear while red a hammer. Fridgar shifted his weight, redirecting the spear into his shoulder rather than his head. Another ear-deafening roar escaped his maw before he bit into the spear, snapping it. The hammer had swung for his head, but with the sudden turn to bite the spear, he missed. Greeny had just about recovered, scrambling through the snow for his sword. Another swipe of his paw slashed across purple cloak's face, blinding him in one eye and sending him tot he floor in a frantic whimper.

Putting pressure on his right shoulder we getting to be difficult, he'd need to use chrysalis soon. Fuck it came his thoughts as Redy swung his hammer once more. He had no choice but to take the heavy blow to his already wounded shoulder. Blend he cast on the bear and Lothar totems, using his first unleash along with chrysalis. It almost felt as though his skin was burning under the consumption of ether. The spear head and sword fell from his body as it warped into changing. He'd sacrificed his weak armour for mobility and a lot more strength. "Retreat! Retreat! Crimmons! don't-!" Greeny protested all too late, Redy went and swung for him again only to find his hammer flung against the wall at the whim of a single tremendous slap. Fridgar punched straight for his head, it caved in briefly around his knuckles before snapping all the way and touched his back. His life ended in a single blow.

Greeny dropped his sword, staring at the bloody beast with absolute fear in his eyes. A horrific shriek from above rung out, a woman's cry. He did not care. using a quarter of his strength, he walloped Greeny with a single backhand and knocked him immediately out cold. He looked to the source of the scream, a woman staring at him from her bedroom window. For fucks sake. No time to deal with it now, he picked up Greeny, almost weightless in his arms and broke into a run, away from the scene through the alleys, headed for scab street.

All in all, two dead, two wounded - one horrifically and one with browned briefs and he'd acquired Greeny just like his contractors had asked. Not a bad night out came his thoughts with a deep, growl filled laugh as the beast travelled at great speeds through into low town.
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The journey to Scab street was quiet, perhaps the guards were busy elsewhere? While running, he contemplated what had just happened - the bronze fur had been completely useless! Whatever the case, he reached his destination with Greeny in his arms. Still in bear-Lothar form, he entered "There he is, boss. Just like you asked!" hissed the male from earlier. "Excellent. Well played sir." his contractor spoke. "For a trill, I didn't expect you to pull through, did you leave any witnesses?" His contractor appeared to be a boy of eighteen, though claimed to be twenty-six arcs of age. "Turrrrr" Spoke the beast. It was the most he could manage when his vocals had been blended with a bear’s.

"Two? Are you sure? Only Two witnesses? What about wounded?" His boss didn't seem to trust him. With good reason, apparently, he'd almost forgotten about the purple and pink cloaked fellas. "Faawwwwrrr" it growled after a moment to think. "Four? I figured as much, did anyone follow you here?" Fridgar shook his head. "Excellent, hand over Knight Josine and you can have your nel." Fridgar shook his head and initiated the transformation back into a Lothar. While the process was only two bits long, the two men before him were watching awkwardly and looking between each other as though they didn’t know what to do. Once he'd finished, he coughed and spoke "I want one-fifty." His eyes focusing on the contractor. "Do you now? That’s not what we agreed upon." The boy spoke, crossing his arms with an unimpressed expression.

"Yeah well you didn’t want him alive before. I want extra." The Lothar declared. Two hundred and fifty gold nel seemed like a fair price for a knight ripped straight out of patrol duty alive. A few trills of silence went by before Fridgar adjusted his grip on the male, holding him by the head with both hands, ready to crush him. "Wait wait wait wait wait!! Okay okay, give him the one-fifty." He demanded his henchman, giving a half scowl to the Lothar. "I'm glad we could come to an agreement." The Lothar smiled through his beard. "Enjoy..." Spoke the other male, handing over a pouch of one hundred and a pouch of fifty on top. Fridgar put the male down on a ready available table and looked through the purses, two hundred and fifty gold nel total.

"Alright, you can go now." groaned his boss. "Pleasure doing business with ya." Fridgar nodded, then took his leave. He didn't know why, but something about the boys voice sounded familiar....
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Story: 5/5
Collaboration: NA (solo thread)
Structure: 5/ 5
Knowledge:

Detection: The sounds of approaching
Discipline: Staying still for extended periods of time
Endor: Wear green cloaks in the Iron Hand
Logistics: Sometimes simple plans are best
Running: Running whilst carrying another
Stealth: Using dark and shadow
Stealth: Stillness is your friend
Unarmed Combat: Fighting multiple opponents.

Loot:
Fridgar will experience Moderate overstepping for the rest of Cylus.
+250gn
Also, injuries as noted in the thread. Stabbed in shoulder, bruised and battered all over. These will take 10+ trials to heal.
Fame:
-6 (Breaking City Laws), -4 (Bad Deeds)
Magic:
These points MAY be used for arcana

Overview:

General comments. Although you used different colours for the speech, it was a little confusing in places - a good tip is to always start a new person's speech on a new line.
Story I liked this story, but I hovered over docking a point for story - I think you pushed Fridgar's skill level here. Five trained members of the Iron Hand vs 1 guy with competent unarmed combat. On consideration, I felt that you just managed it, as you had the element of surprise to get rid of the first two. Just, be cautious of that as it is important that you play to your skill level. As always, a great story and fun to read!
Structure No worries, all good!

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