Post by godwin on Jun 25, 2015 18:40:13 GMT -5
Allura Syn was born in the city of Waterdeep to a poor family in 1175 DR, The Year of the Storm Skeleton. Orin, Allura’s father, was a dock worker that made just enough coin for his wife, Marla, and his daughter to survive. When Allura was barely five winters old, Orin made a deal with a group of smugglers known as the White Maw, to ensure some highly illegal goods were brought into the city without the Watch’s knowledge. Orin was taking a very dangerous risk but one that could turn his quality of life from barely surviving to thriving. However, Tymora did not smile upon Orin this day as the Watch had learned of the cargo. Orin and several others were arrested. White Maw did not tolerate failures such as Orin’s be they his fault or not. All those arrested died mysteriously in their cells awaiting trial. The families of those slain fared little better. The same night that Orin’s soul left for the Fugue, his wife Marla’s soul fled the cruel world of Toril to join her husband’s in the next world. However, Death would not find little Allura. The assassin that had killed Allura’s mother took the little girl with him. For some unknown reason, Malik the Silent couldn’t bring himself to murder this one. Not out of any kind of morality, surely not, but as the young girl lay sleeping in a pile of blankets, Malik knew this one had potential.
Ten years passed since Allura had been taken from her home to live in the guild of the White Maw as Malik’s apprentice. Allura had grown into a beautiful woman with long blonde hair that shone as bright as the morning sun, blue eyes that could melt a man’s heart or spell his doom. She stood just shy of five and half feet and slightly more than a hundred pounds. Though she did not have large breasts they were well proportioned with the bounce of youth. Her figure was light but toned with years of practice in the arts of those that perform their work in the shadows of the night.
Allura had been preparing for this night with her master, Malik for over two years. The art of seduction taught to her by the best ladies of the night, so as to lower a man’s guard. The acquisition of the iocane powder from the spice traders that hail from the Calimshan, and the grueling trial of building immunity to the poisonous powder. The first two months, Allura thought she would surely die, but her fortitude managed to pull her through the trial. This night would be Malik’s last.
Malik rarely imbibed drink to excess but on the occasion of an import kill, he would drink his share and more to celebrate and perhaps help forget. He returned to his room that he shared with his apprentice that had grown into a beautiful young woman from the wisp of a girl when he found her those years ago. The room was dark save for one candle. Though drunk, Malik was on alert. That sixth sense that warns one of danger was causing the hairs on the back of his neck to stand straight. Then he saw her, Allura was sitting upon his bed, something she was never to do, but that lost all meaning when he realized in the dim candle light, she sat naked upon the bed. A primal urge in all men upon seeing a beautiful naked woman upon one’s bed took over.
Sometime later, Allura lay in bed next to the sleeping Malik. She had laid her head upon Malik’s to hear his heart and breath. For the past several minutes his breath had been labored but steady, until he breathed for the last time as she hears the final beat of his heart with in his chest. I wondered if I had enough of the powder upon my lips to finish him or if I would have to resort to offering him a drink as well, she thought while looking at the cup of water she poured for him before he arrived for when he thirsted after their activities.
The next day, one of the guildmaster’s men came to the door to seeking Malik, when Allura informed him that Malik wouldn’t wake. The Guildmaster called for an investigation into the death of his top assassin but the findings didn’t turn up anything. Allura had been summoned to speak with the Guildmaster in private. She remained calm before him, which impressed him greatly and maintained that calm when he told her he knew what she did. He applauded her skill in bringing low an assassin that rival guilds have been trying to slay for over a decade. He continued, saying her time as a lowly apprentice had ended and she was to be an assassin for the guild. She would be allowed to keep her former master’s possessions, but his position as Chief Assassin would go to another for now, Allura knew that she would have to earn that title over time to ensure that her first kill wasn’t a fluke of Tymora’s grace.
Ten years passed since Allura had been taken from her home to live in the guild of the White Maw as Malik’s apprentice. Allura had grown into a beautiful woman with long blonde hair that shone as bright as the morning sun, blue eyes that could melt a man’s heart or spell his doom. She stood just shy of five and half feet and slightly more than a hundred pounds. Though she did not have large breasts they were well proportioned with the bounce of youth. Her figure was light but toned with years of practice in the arts of those that perform their work in the shadows of the night.
Allura had been preparing for this night with her master, Malik for over two years. The art of seduction taught to her by the best ladies of the night, so as to lower a man’s guard. The acquisition of the iocane powder from the spice traders that hail from the Calimshan, and the grueling trial of building immunity to the poisonous powder. The first two months, Allura thought she would surely die, but her fortitude managed to pull her through the trial. This night would be Malik’s last.
Malik rarely imbibed drink to excess but on the occasion of an import kill, he would drink his share and more to celebrate and perhaps help forget. He returned to his room that he shared with his apprentice that had grown into a beautiful young woman from the wisp of a girl when he found her those years ago. The room was dark save for one candle. Though drunk, Malik was on alert. That sixth sense that warns one of danger was causing the hairs on the back of his neck to stand straight. Then he saw her, Allura was sitting upon his bed, something she was never to do, but that lost all meaning when he realized in the dim candle light, she sat naked upon the bed. A primal urge in all men upon seeing a beautiful naked woman upon one’s bed took over.
Sometime later, Allura lay in bed next to the sleeping Malik. She had laid her head upon Malik’s to hear his heart and breath. For the past several minutes his breath had been labored but steady, until he breathed for the last time as she hears the final beat of his heart with in his chest. I wondered if I had enough of the powder upon my lips to finish him or if I would have to resort to offering him a drink as well, she thought while looking at the cup of water she poured for him before he arrived for when he thirsted after their activities.
The next day, one of the guildmaster’s men came to the door to seeking Malik, when Allura informed him that Malik wouldn’t wake. The Guildmaster called for an investigation into the death of his top assassin but the findings didn’t turn up anything. Allura had been summoned to speak with the Guildmaster in private. She remained calm before him, which impressed him greatly and maintained that calm when he told her he knew what she did. He applauded her skill in bringing low an assassin that rival guilds have been trying to slay for over a decade. He continued, saying her time as a lowly apprentice had ended and she was to be an assassin for the guild. She would be allowed to keep her former master’s possessions, but his position as Chief Assassin would go to another for now, Allura knew that she would have to earn that title over time to ensure that her first kill wasn’t a fluke of Tymora’s grace.