Anaie crept silently through the avenues of the Undercity until she reached the Rogue's Quarter. She spoke in hushed tones to her contact, who was in the midst of a conversation with a customer trying to buy his wares.
"Serjazul is da one I be seekin' mate, I know 'e is 'ere fer da evenin'." she whispered.
"Yes Lady, I saw him a bit ago, was here for some ingredients for his poisons... ain't 'e on of yers already?" the forsaken male whispered after his customer had left.
" 'is location Ezekiel... you know bettah den ta pry inta my affairs." Anaie could not help but smile as she barely detected her sister standing directly behind the poison vendor. "Ya got yer payment for your information, now provide it."
Ezekiel Graves sighed, nodded, and quickly divulged the information Anaie desired. Anaie and Syreena were both gone before he could utter another word, quietly moving through the crowds, noone seeming to notice the deadly sisters.
Before they went for thier target, the twins crept into the back sewers, past the abomination guardians and recovered a dwarven corpse that Syreena was so kind to have acquired from near the Monestary up the road.
"Dat place be useful fer findin' Alliance types... its almost worth 'avin da Crusaders nearby..." Anaie mused.
As they entered the corridor that the young rogue was retired to on this evening, Anaie turned to Syreena. "I dont want ta 'urt 'im, but da notes 'es got, dey gotta be destroyed...."
Syreena nodded, "I will keep him incapacitated easily enough, while you search."
Anaie nodded, glad to have her sister here to aid her, not that she could not do this alone, but it was always fun to work with Syreena. Plus... Syreena was the only person she could trust to keep the Lich King's touch from having her kill this young rogue. She knelt down, drew her lockpicks and quickly opened the door to the room.
Serjazul was lying on a bed oblivious to the sisters entrance as Syreena crept to him and stood next to him, ready with her sap in case he started to awaken. Anaie quietly closed the door to the room and stopped hiding, it would only slow down her search. There were no papers anywhere that she could see... she removed drawers, searched bags, looked everywhere she could think but nothing...
"Perhaps he forgot to take the notes down....?" she whispered... "Dey are nowhere ta be found... none of dem!" She quietly checked the room for hidden compartments, but again nothing. Then Syreena quietly called her over to the bed.
"I think I found his notes..." she stated.
Anaie walked over and sighed... "I guess 'e can't be forgettin' where 'e puts 'em dat way...." Anaie looked at her sister and flatly stated, "I still got ta get rid of dem... but I'll do me best ta not kill 'im." Syreena nodded calmly.
Anaie reached into her bags and pulled out a vial of anesthetic poison and a pair of goblin jumper cables. Flicking a switch on the cables, they began to hum quietly as the battery charged. "Just in case..." Anaie mused. "If ya will be so kind as ta open 'is gullet Sistah?"
Syreena grabbed the young rogue by the head and forced open his mouth, while Anaie quickly poured the vial of toxin down his throat. Serjazul's eyes opened wide as soon as it began, but the sisters were quite ready and his struggles quickly eased as the poison ran its course. Within seconds, he was incapable of movement, but alive... barely.
"I knew dis stuff 'ad a use..." Anaie smirked as she tucked the empty vial into a pocket and picked up one of the dwarves daggers. She originally planned to plant the corpse as if he were robbing the poor rogue, but now things were different. Anaie built a small fire on the floor of the room and heated the blade red hot. Syreena put her sap in the young rogues mouth as the two scanned his body for the notes they sought, finally seeing them on his upper left arm.
Anaie sighed, and whispered in the young rogues ear, "I am truely sorry fer dis mate... but I know you will be forgettin it soon enough... I just 'ope yer arm recovers well." As she burned the flesh with her blade, Serjazul didn't even move, the poison worked quite well it seems. Satisfied with the results, Anaie stepped back and nodded.
"Now we knock 'im out as da poison runs its course... otherwise I feel 'e could get 'imself 'urt..." Anaie said.
After about 10 minutes the sisters noticed some movement in Serjazul's extremities and knew it would be soon. Anaie stood over the young rogue with the pommel of her dagger lingering over his head, ready to strike. A few minutes later, he was out cold in nearly the same position they had found him.
"We be done 'ere sistah, tank ya fer yer aid. I wish ta remain 'ere in 'is room ta ensure 'e 'as fergotten everytin' come morning, if ya don't be mindin?" Anaie stated as she bandaged his wounds. "As we discussed, we 'eard 'is screams and came rushin' ta 'is aid, findin' dis Dwarf sneak burnin' 'im and gettin' ready fer some otha torturin'." Anaie kicked the dwarves corpse, and smiled...
"wit 'is memory bein like it tis, we shouldn't be 'avin' any problems at all...."
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Anaie and Syreena chatted lightly over the remaining hours until the young rogue awoke, briefly wondering if the note they burned off his flesh really needed to be removed.
"Anaie may kill you." it read.
Regardless, the deed was done. Syreena lugged that dwarf corpse all the way here, and Anaie paid her contact for the information... no sense in wasting all that effort. Besides, Anaie mused, "Why would I want 'im to remembah dat I might kill 'im?"
"Anaie may kill you." it read.
Regardless, the deed was done. Syreena lugged that dwarf corpse all the way here, and Anaie paid her contact for the information... no sense in wasting all that effort. Besides, Anaie mused, "Why would I want 'im to remembah dat I might kill 'im?"
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Syreena watched her sister closely while they worked. She was always nervous when she was with Anaie in Azeroth. She never knew when Anaie might be taken by her illness and strike out at Grims. She didn't fear for herself. She wouldn't believe that Anaie would attack her. However, she did not want to see Anaie get in trouble for attacking the wrong person. Although, her illness did come in handy as an excuse when the twins decided that someone needed to be hurt or killed. Anaie seemed herself the whole time, however.
The little rogue waited while Serjazul slept off the effects of the anesthetic poison. She hoped he would forget what really happened. He never seemed to remember anything, even who she was. If he did remember, the twins could just say that Anaie was having an episode of her illness.
Syreena watched her sister closely while they worked. She was always nervous when she was with Anaie in Azeroth. She never knew when Anaie might be taken by her illness and strike out at Grims. She didn't fear for herself. She wouldn't believe that Anaie would attack her. However, she did not want to see Anaie get in trouble for attacking the wrong person. Although, her illness did come in handy as an excuse when the twins decided that someone needed to be hurt or killed. Anaie seemed herself the whole time, however.
The little rogue waited while Serjazul slept off the effects of the anesthetic poison. She hoped he would forget what really happened. He never seemed to remember anything, even who she was. If he did remember, the twins could just say that Anaie was having an episode of her illness.
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He was always ambigious in his words, to the point in which he could be accused of doing so purposefully. This could only have been a product of his condition, despite his failure to remember why he specifically needed to be.
Where he slept that night was simply where he had wandered to rest. He knew very well he couldn't have a home of his own, as he would constantly wander away, and shortly lose memory of it. Though what he can remember for short periods of time, and for longer, seemed random to others, this is almost never the case.
He awoke, with the two shadowy figures and a corpse nearby. He had been known to have blackouts. Unfortunately, these black outs were not of the kind in which one passes out. At least those would have been less confusing. He, however, experienced stranger things; to suddenly be standing in an unknown place and an unknown time, in front of a stranger or a life-long friend (though both could be one in the same), who you had happened to be in mid conversation with. Perhaps it was for this reason that he did not even bother to question his predicament, despite memories of being restrained.
He eyed the two and gave a friendly smile, but gave no room to talk. "Yes, yes. I'll be right with you, but I need my time to learn about myself."
He began his odd routine, the reading of his hands. He could be ancient. How else could his bones be so clean, and his skin so dry? What could explain his impeccable skill at drawing so efficiently small with a blade, as if he were to delicately carve upon marble? He began to learn his past:
"You are dead"
"Justin Sayne is untrustworthy"
"Get Flash Powder"
"Unafraid to cannibalize"
"Do not return to your own"
"You are Grim"
He stopped at one particular marking, or what used to have been there. He frowned, his past had been erased. He was too troubled to continue his reading. He looked up now at the two before him and presented his hand, pointing to the burned mark on his skin. "Would you perhaps know what went there?"
He was always ambigious in his words, to the point in which he could be accused of doing so purposefully. This could only have been a product of his condition, despite his failure to remember why he specifically needed to be.
Where he slept that night was simply where he had wandered to rest. He knew very well he couldn't have a home of his own, as he would constantly wander away, and shortly lose memory of it. Though what he can remember for short periods of time, and for longer, seemed random to others, this is almost never the case.
He awoke, with the two shadowy figures and a corpse nearby. He had been known to have blackouts. Unfortunately, these black outs were not of the kind in which one passes out. At least those would have been less confusing. He, however, experienced stranger things; to suddenly be standing in an unknown place and an unknown time, in front of a stranger or a life-long friend (though both could be one in the same), who you had happened to be in mid conversation with. Perhaps it was for this reason that he did not even bother to question his predicament, despite memories of being restrained.
He eyed the two and gave a friendly smile, but gave no room to talk. "Yes, yes. I'll be right with you, but I need my time to learn about myself."
He began his odd routine, the reading of his hands. He could be ancient. How else could his bones be so clean, and his skin so dry? What could explain his impeccable skill at drawing so efficiently small with a blade, as if he were to delicately carve upon marble? He began to learn his past:
"You are dead"
"Justin Sayne is untrustworthy"
"Get Flash Powder"
"Unafraid to cannibalize"
"Do not return to your own"
"You are Grim"
He stopped at one particular marking, or what used to have been there. He frowned, his past had been erased. He was too troubled to continue his reading. He looked up now at the two before him and presented his hand, pointing to the burned mark on his skin. "Would you perhaps know what went there?"
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Syreena smiled in response to Serjazul's smile, and patiently waited while he read the notes carved onto himself. She wondered what it must be like to be so forgetful and not even remember people she knew. When he asked what had been erased, the lie came easily to her lips.
"I don't know, Serj," she answered. She nudged the dwarf's corpse with her foot. "We found him attacking you. Maybe you found out something they didn't want you to know?"
"I don't know, Serj," she answered. She nudged the dwarf's corpse with her foot. "We found him attacking you. Maybe you found out something they didn't want you to know?"
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"Aye, mate. Ya just be lucky dat us two was in da area an 'eard da ruckus...an' lucky fer ya dat we be good wit locks too, 'cuz I don't be tinkin' us lasses could break down dat door..." Anaie gestured over her shoulder.
Anaie smiled, "We figured ya may want a bit o' a snack when ya awoke, so we left 'im 'ere fer ya."
Anaie smiled, "We figured ya may want a bit o' a snack when ya awoke, so we left 'im 'ere fer ya."
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He frowned slightly by their responses, his brow furrowing in what looked like disapointment. It was fleeting however, and as he glanced down at the dwarf, his meal, the polite smile returned.
"Very well then, and how thoughtful of you two to have rescued me at such a particularly convenient time! Indeed, a lucky one I am."
He peered back down at the scar of his, once containing a memory he must have thought important. He was at least thankful it was not cut out, and perhaps he could write on it again soon enough. He gave a dismissive nod at them as he sat to read the rest of his past, though said nothing else.
"Very well then, and how thoughtful of you two to have rescued me at such a particularly convenient time! Indeed, a lucky one I am."
He peered back down at the scar of his, once containing a memory he must have thought important. He was at least thankful it was not cut out, and perhaps he could write on it again soon enough. He gave a dismissive nod at them as he sat to read the rest of his past, though said nothing else.