In the deepest darkest parts of the Deadly Topaz Tribe's suburbs, there lies a place no soul dares to enter unless they either do not care for their dear life or wish to take another's away, for a certain price, of course. That place is known as the 'Serpent's Den', the top assassin hideout and hiring. One of the most wanted assassins and the most deadly was the one who could deceive one's judgement by mere innocent appearance and friendliness of a well-thought disguise and as soon as she gains one's trust – she smites.
On the 9th day of the 10th month, a strange figure has entered the darker area of the Topaz Tribe's part of Bournemouthshire. Strange indeed due to the unsuitable clothes worn for that part of town – gold threaded robes – ones resembling of those of the corrupted Higher Council. The figure drifted along the streets and slipped into the 'Serpent's Den' only to be ambushed by the guardian assassin.
"Your business?" the assassin hissed as his poisonous blade was a mere millimetre away from the figure's neck.
"I have heard that... you provide...some special...ahem...services regarding dealing with certain individuals" the figure's voice seemed to be uneven yet low.
"Truth is told. You are in need of our services?" the assassin ushered the figure further inside where it resembled more of a maze of shadows.
"I have a certain individual to take care of if that is what you ask" the figure responded as it did not hesitate to move forward.
"And the financial stability?" the assassin did not drift from business details as they approached a wooden counter.
"I am capable," the figure withdrew a sack from their robes and tossed it on the table. The assassin, intrigued by the jingling from the inside, split open the bag in a blink of an eye to reveal several golden coins lying inside, "Is 100 gold coins enough?"
"Hmm..." although one could not notice, the assassin's tone expressed the amusement as if he was smirking as he said, "A person of a high rank, I see. Interesting...very interesting..."
"I need your finest assassin, the one known as the Mistress of Shadows, to take care of the Leader of the Amber Tribe," the figure thrust a photograph on the wooden counter "Of the one known as Rita Arthurs"
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Meanwhile in the Amber Tribe's head residence, the Leader of the Tribe has put on a daily tantrum.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN RAISE THE TAXES?! HOW ARE PEOPLE SUPPOSED TO PAY?! WITH THEIR SOCKS?! THAT DAMN CORRUPTED GLOVE AND HIS BUMBLING PANSY!" she threw all sorts of things across the room – tables, chairs, even expensive urns which broke as there were whispers of I told you not to buy that expensive stuff, the Leader will just break it!
"B-but Leader! T-the new Law states that one must Aim High with Standards and Reach High Achievements! This means that one must pay more!" the messenger pleaded and flinched just as a vase flew right at him.
"NONSENSE! Absolute baloney!" Rita screeched as she sat down on her throne.
After a long hour of the servants calming the Leader down and trying to get the messenger out of the room in order for him not to lose his dear life due to the Leader's intense anger, Rita has finally settled down and decided to take a walk.
"Ah!" a fellow Amber Tribe follower exclaimed, "Leader! Please! May you leave after you finish the hearing?"
"Bah! I have no time to waste! I have people to see, places to explore!" Rita tossed her scarf while mumbling Food to steal and eat
"Please! This one is of high importance! It is the last one for today, I swear in the name of the Sun God!" the follower pleaded. After some consideration, unsatisfied Rita stomped to her throne.
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Risible Adventures of Rita Arthurs
FantasiaA thief's life is by no means easy let alone for an 11-year-old one The young thief has no recollection of her past except her own name - Rita Arthurs. She was raised in the outskirts of the infamous land of Bournemouthshire by the ones who are know...
