J'earn'ashta - Lionfang (Part 1)

• Posted by Tacobanana Man October 26, 2011 - 931 views

  Under the Lunar Lattice of Cathay a Khajiit was born in the southern city of Torval, Elsweyr. His name was J'earn'ashta, and he was born into a society. A dark society, a secret society, the Dark Brotherhood. As he was raised in the brotherhood, he was trained in the arts of the assassins. Being a Cathay, he was stronger than other the Khajiits and easily passed the trials of the Dark Brotherhood. As he matured, they watched his progress closely. He was faster, keener, stronger, and more agile than his brethren. His elders referred to him as "Rajhin", the thief god of the Khajiits. When he matured, he was given his first assignment as an agent of the Brotherhood.

  He was to kill a merchant of Moon Sugar in the market, and was warned that he is a master of hand to hand combat. He was to receive a bonus if he killed his target unarmed. He readily accepted. The clock struck 11 as J'earn'ashta set into the night. He kept low to the ground, moving mostly quadrupedal across the low grasses and into the market. His eyes, well adjusted to the dark of night, saw every motion around him. As he slipped through alleys and backstreets, he surprised even himself with the silence of his feet. He neared the home of his target, and seeing that the lights were out, he moved carefully to the back. He knew of the entrance through the cellar, the weakest lock. He deftly slipped his pick through it, feeling the familiar pop as the lock opened. The door gave as he slowly pushed it open and slipped his body through the space. His ears alert, he padded up the stairs. He ascended through the house to the bedroom, with the door ajar and the body of a khajiit limp in the bed. He slowly approached the bed, ready to grip the slender neck of the khajiit as he ended his life. Suddenly it came to him, this was wrong. He dove to his right as the blade plunged where he had been moments before. "Damn you!" shouted the merchant as he turned to face J'earn'ashta, his blade now wedged in the wooden floor. "How did you know?..." whispered J'earn'ashta. "I paid a beggar, 5 coins to know there was an assassination tonight, 10 to know who and when.", the merchant said as he smirked. "And now you're on my ground, unarmed combat. Claw to claw." The merchant leaped towards J'earn'ashta as he sidestepped the lunge. J'earn'ashta deftly turned the cat's over commitment into an opportunity to turn the tides of the fight. He gripped him under the arm and behind the neck as he pushed him into the wall. The cat stumbled to the ground and J'earn'ashta pounced. Punching and clawing as the cats fought, J'earn'ashta was unable to gain any ground. Hands locked, he saw his opportunity. He pushed for an advantage and lunged his head towards the merchant's neck. His fangs sunk into the skin as the cat howled, J'earn'ashta brought his hands to the now tender, bleeding flesh and finished his work. He slowly rose, turning to the dummy khajiit in the bed. He eyed his work, unsatisfied, humbled. He returned to the sanctuary for a rest well earned.

  When word of his work came to the leader of the sanctuary he was given his reward and bonus as well as a promotion. More contracts would surely await him.