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As he walked down the corridor he spied the council gathered giving out the assignments for the members in standing. He had been granted a higher honor than most as he had succeeded where others had not. He had managed to train two new recuits and also take out some valuable targets as requested that one other was unable to. the dark fellow did not command respect by right, but because of his actions others gave him it. they respected his opinion and thoughts, the order was unlike most of westeros and the vying for power that you might see. they believed that all men must die. in high valyrian, valar morghulis. they chanted this in unison as the meeting began. each man and woman responding in turn, valar dohaeris. “all men must serve”.
the council gave out but a few assignments before coming to him as he was now consider a higher member and given only the more choice assignments. he was handed a scroll. the scroll told him to meet with the leader of the Tulsyar clan. they had an assignment. they dared not trust the ravens directly but had already paid the guild.
He kept the new form and darted out so as not to attract notice.
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The dark shadows could not hide the Lord who followed along behind Osha as she took her afternoon stroll, a few hundred yards from Cottage Mer Vue. The sound of his foot falls, as they crunched the leaf litter and snapped twigs, only brought amusement to the young witch’s face. Oh, he had taken her not a week ago, but his insatiable lust had brought him back once more, with a purse filled with coin, to pay for her favors. Glancing back through her soft brown locks, she could see his outline in the forest, and after another twig snaps, she grips her skirts, and turns around. Upon her chest, a ruby medallion, that was handed down from daughter to daughter. It captured the shards of light that broke through the canopy, and sparkled whilst it rest upon her dark skin.
“You really are a terrible tracker, Sir Lance. One would think you were riding an elephant.” She said with a delicious smirk upon her lips. Sir Lance appeared just out from behind a tree, and removed his hat as he gazed upon the temptress Osha. “My dear, forgive me, but I cannot get you out of my mind. I have come to ask…if I may lay with you once more. My wife….she is too poorly to give me rights in the bed chambers, and I fear of what I will do if I cannot release the inner demons that plague me.”
The look upon Osha’s face when she heard this terrible excuse by Sir Lance to ask her for sexual favors, was one of fascination and surprise. Either he was telling the mother of all whoppers, or he really did have a case of blue balls. A hint of smugness came over her, and she lifted her skirts, and glided across to stand in front of him, with her intoxicating scent of cinnamon and rose petals, filling his senses. “Oh, you poor thing. Those demons must really be a handful.” she said as she reached down and cupped his crotch with her right hand, and massaged it slowly, as her eyes darkened. Sir Lance released a soft moan, as his lips parted. His eye almost rolled back in his head, but he was brought back to earth, when she simply patted his growing bulge. “Osha…for all that I am…I beg you…let me carry you to the cottage, and make sweet love. I need you, more than you can imagine.” His hot breath was felt upon her face, as he looked set to take her right then and there on the forest floor. But if it was one thing she hated, was sex outdoors. She loved the luxury of clean sheets, and down pillows, not having grass poking up her ass. She stood on tiptoes and whispered in his ear. “For all your purse, I think I can squeeze out a demon or two.” Osha nibbled his earlobe, and you could feel his chest swell, as he swept her up in his arms, and carried her the rest of the way back to Cottage Mer Vue.
Thankfully, Osha’s two aunts were in the town buying produce, and so when he kicked open the door with his boot, there were not two old witches sitting in the living room to greet him. Osha giggled at the Lord’s exuberance, as he swept her up the stairs, and into her private chambers on the top floor. Once inside the room, he slammed the door, and took to her like a wolf does a lamb. Large hands fumbling as he tore away at her dress, and had it fall to the floor at her feet. She heard the jingle of his large purse as he tossed it on her dresser, and then he turned her around, and slapped her arse, before growling long and low. “Bend over on the bed, while I remove my pants.” She did as he asked, and with her hands splayed out on the fine sheets, Osha glanced back to see him completely naked, having taken off his shirt and pants in what must have been record time. He placed the palm of his right hand on the small of her back, then grabbed a fist full of her hair with his left. Without another word, he kicked her legs apart with his knee, and snorted loudly, as his hardened member was thrust into her, before she even had a chance to utter a sound. The Lord was like a machine, with all pistons firing, as his hips moved back and forth at a hard pace. He quickly changed his position, flipping her over and then diving on top of her, biting at her neck and licking her flesh, like a man who had been starved of sex for years. And it had only been a week. Why is it the quiet ones are so adventurous in the bedroom, she thought to herself, as he grunted in her ear, about to reach climax.
He drew his head back and roared like a lion, eyes the colour of pure black, as he came hard and heavy, only to roll off her and fall asleep. Osha laid there for a moment panting. “Well that was fast..” She propped herself up and stared at him oddly, his mouth open like a fish as he snored. Reaching for her red robe, she stood up and then crept over to the dresser, where he had thrown his purse. Sure enough, it was filled with coins, enough to get her a new wardrobe of fine dresses. She bit her lip as she glanced back at Sleeping beauty…or the beast, since he sounded like one at the moment. She tossed the coin purse, chuckling. “I’m going to have to start charging for breakfast if he sleeps like this every time he comes.”
Night had fallen, and out in the forest just beyond the small Cottage of Mer Vue, three witches were dancing, as within the large black pot, a brew was bubbling. Dancing naked and stirring up the very leaves to dance about the air, the witches of Summer, did sing of dark desires and evil plots. Osha was the one making the most noise, as she had enjoyed an afternoon of wild sex with the lanky Lord who came to sew his oats within her.
“Another man, of blue blood, he does pay for me,
since his Lady can’t bring herself to spread her legs,
her pussy he shall not see.
But the Lord does come to seek my youth,
his tongue does dance within my folds,
and all his treasured secrets whispered,
within the sheets, he does divulge.””
All cackled, as the smoke that came from the fire started to change color and the shapes of those most hated by the Summer witches, came into formation. Ladies, Ladies, Queen and Princesses. Dames and Duchesses, they were all the same. Women claiming to be above the filth of sin, but they were lower than the maggots that feasted on bloated corpses of rats. Adultery is high on the card, when you are born with a silver spoon. The very reason her mother was burnt at the stake, and for which all royal women will pay. The fire danced within the eyes of Osha, who had her sights set on a King…afar.
“Show me my new delight…the one that holds the key to the downfall of all ladies of Firemarsh!” she cried, spreading her arms wide, as the bubbling pot released a large bubble, that within its glow showed none other than the King himself. Seated at a table with his family. What a happy family gathering….NOT. Osha laughed and threw back her head, as she sang an incantation and her form changed to that of a crow, that flew off in the direction of the Castle Firemarsh, where the start of her evil plan would commence.
~the dark fellow followed the marsh carefully. having a working knowledge of the land was always helpful and he had known the Tulysar lands for sometime. They were bordering the isle that the guild was house on. Though it was considered a independent territory and given free reign as they did the work of the monarchs and worked for the crown they were left alone more because of fear. Those who did not respect the guild of death were soon found dead. No matter how many times they had been assailed they would begin anew and every member of a house to man, woman and child would be slaughtered who took up arms against them. That is why they were left to do their work. That and that they were as honorable as they were. They were relentless in their pursuit once an assignment was given to a guild member. The Dark Fellow was sent North through the Firemarsh, toward the gates of the Sandsnake Castle. He had been told little details as even the most trusted members were not given the handlers as they could change or slip ups could occur. Certain key words were never told however and coins were always given. These coins could not be faked as they were made of Dragons Gold, a rare mineral even in Valyrria. And the Night Lands were not Valyrria. This contact would have the Coin and know the phrase, of that he was certain. As he approached the gate he kept his cloak about him noting the guards on either side but seeming not to care.~
The crow did fly high on the heady breeze, its wings flapping hard, swooping up and over the tallest trees of the forests that surrounded the Sandsnake castle. Eyes of black peered down and saw on the road a traveller. Cloaked and with a mysterious air, this caught Osha’s attention and she swooped down. Plummeting at speed, and only to hover above the faceless man. Something about him differed from those that were kin of the Firemarsh, and she settled upon his shoulder as he rode along.
His face was hidden beneath his hood, but his smell was undeniable. Ruffling her feathers, her beak preened under her wing, till happy with her appearance, and she simply dropped from his shoulder, down onto the road as though dead. Laying still for a moment, the feathers all fell away to reveal a blooded carcass, that jerked and spasmed, till a black mist appeared from its stomach, swirling upward, snaking till the height of a woman. This was when the mist transformed into the beautiful form of the witch. Swathed in a long black gown of that era, and wearing a charm around her neck, a velvet purse tied to her waist. She patted her hair, as the last of the feathers floated away.
Looking up at the faceless man, she unclipped her purse and then said simply’
“All men must die”
She took out a coin from her purse, and tossed it up towards the faceless man, then tied her coin purse back on her belt. The coin was made from dragon’s gold.
Osha simply smiled, and waited for his reaction.
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” ALL MEN MUST SERVE “
this was the woman he had been looking for. he asked for the name of the target. she wouldnt say it aloud for fear of the guards.
she simply handed him a name. Robert Tulysar
he thought to himself they must have paid dearly to kill a king. even one as aged as Robert. his target was near. this woman very quickly disappeared. they were all traveling that day to a jousting tournament. the King it was said was in the habit of taking wine every afternoon. One of the easiest ways would be to use a powder on his glass. the glasses would not be shared. the bottle might be. it was always preferrable to kill only the target and make it look accidental as well. knowing his server he first drugged the server that was to serve his wine and set him in a nearby alcove where he could not be found. then using his magic changed his appearance to that of the server
having done so he ran the course and tasteless powder around the rim of the glass as he carried the tray to the waiting party. when the king took his lordly glass he was never the wiser. shortly after he had taken the glass and begun drinking the server disappeared..they found the server with his throat slit in an alcove, unsure of what had killed him exactly a lil while after the king died. it seemed the king had what they think is a weak heart per the maesters.
as the dark fellow left the sandsnake his face was changed yet again…