Consaria: Velissa

Her blades parried the blow, sending the assassin stumbling back. Turning quick to dodge the second, letting him tumble onto his companion. She took the opening to finish the two off, and turned her attention to the last assassin. Their eyes locked, and she rushed forward. Their blades clashed, trading two quick blows, the assassin lunged leaving himself open. She jumped above his blades, landing beside him, then disarmed him.

"Who are you, and who sent you?" she demanded, holding her sword to his throat.

"If I tell you, you promise to let me go." he replied with a shaking voice.

She grunted, then nodded.

"The Queen, Asha. She hired my guild to kill you."

"Why does she want me dead?"

The assassin remained silent.

"Answer!" she barked, pressing her blade against his throat drawing a bit of blood.

"Wolf! Because your a Werewolf! She doesn't want anyone to challenge her claim on the throne! Please just don't kill me! You promised!" he begged.

"You tried to kill me, so i'm returning the favor." she spun on her heels letting her blade do the rest in a shower of blood. "The fool."

Cleaning off her blades she began her trip back to the Wolf's Vengeance . She had not been surprised that assassins had been hired to kill her, but that the queen knew what she was and wanted her dead caused some worry. Werewolves had ruled before Asha's take over. The city of Consaria was full of assassins, thieves, bandits, outlaws, and of course pirates. She was the most feared pirates herself.

"Vel!" Called a hooded man.

"Aye." She walked up to him, while a small smile crossed her face.

"You said you'd be back an hour ago! What happened, Lass?"

"Calm down, Drew, nothing I couldn't handle. We need to talk." Velissa smirked, then headed toward the nearest tavern, Drew following close behind.  Velissa pulled her hood up, shielding her face from the cold and casting it in shadow.

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"The queen sent assassins to kill you because you're a Werewolf?" Drew asked.

"That's what the assassin said." Velissa replied, keeping her head down, trying not to attracted unwanted attention. The tavern, Scourge Tavern, was crowded with people, most who knew her, either because they worked with her, or wanted her dead.

"What do you plan on doing?" Drew asked, glancing over his shoulder.

Velissa looked around the tavern, taking note of everyone inside. They were all poor, the Royals taxes having taking most of their money, in recent months it had only gotten worse. The people had become so poor that even thieves had began to find it hard to make any decent money. The queen had been paying bandits to collect taxes, but in the past few days the bravest among the common people had stood up to the queen's men. Velissa thought for a second, The people. Maybe. She turned back to Drew with a smirk.

"What are you thinking, Lass?" Drew held her gaze, wondering what she was planning.

"The people." She said, gesturing around her. "There are many here who want vengeance on the queen, and now I have an idea. Stay here." Velissa stood, and walked over to the bar maiden, Cynder.

"Oh, hello Velissa, what can I-" Velissa cut her off plunging a throwing knife in the bar table, just missing the hand of a stranger talking to her.