IC - An Assassins Ambition - Earn 500k gold.

[MCollarsen]

The eyes of their target roll back in his skull, the second swipe from the glaive, renders the mewling wreck unconscious. Dawn's following blow to the base of his neck seals his fate. His already limp body gives a final shudder before the slumping to the ground.

Zephyr darts forward savaging the body with two quick blows to the legs, before reaching to the figures waist and undoing the weapons belt slung their, two small leather pouches still tied to it. As she finishes extracating the belt, her fingers snag his trousers and bring them to his ankles.

While this final insult may leave the targets memory even more humiliated, the unexpected scent of feces and urine accompanied the removal of the trousers. The target was well and truly dead, his bowels having relaxed and spilled their contents.

As she withdraws from the corpse Zeph makes a quick leap through the still open doors of the tavern, despite her natural agility, she was unable to avoid her foot landing on then crashing thru and up-turned bucket upon landing. Her foot smashed through the bottom and she wobbled dangerously before catching herself, though she now had a tangle of wood, metal and splinters sheathing her right calf.

Haram remains standing with a bloody glaive, Dawn a dagger similarly dripping blood. Dox is standing a little back, holding the dwarven axe. Vibax is standing near the ever growing pool of blood and bile that is oozing across the wooden boards, soaking into every minor crevice.

Several patrons who had been looking between the altercation and the Lady returned to their seats, though their demeanor indicated they'd much rather disperse. The lone guardsmen remained half standing half sitting at his stool, obivously straining to do what was both right and his duty, and the fear of interfering with a half a dozen figures....His hand is clenched white knuckled on the cudgel he wears.