12th Cylus 717
'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.
