Byss
[member="Greta Kohler"]
Pain lanced through his shoulder, blood dripping from his shoulder and his face contorted in a mixture of pain and focus. The blade in his hand dug into his flesh, stabbing and poking around to dig free the loose slug that had been fired at him. He grimaced slightly, eyes closing as suddenly the small metal pellet popped free from his shoulder. He breathed a sight of relief, the agony that had been floating through him suddenly dissipating.
Aellin breathed a sight of relief.
Bodies lay strewn about, three of them marred by lightsaber cuts and two of them laying with singed flesh. They all bore the same mark upon their shoulder, a deep black Tattoo that was shaped in a symbol very similar to what one might find on a banner in ancient Korriban. Aellin shifted slightly, standing up and slowly wrapping the bandage around his naked shoulder, he rolled his shoulder slightly, working the damaged muscles for a full range of movement.
He hadn't expected the assassins to find him here, hadn't expected them to come to the Inn where he had been staying. Byss was deep into One Sith territory, a former throneworld of the Dreadlord Moridin and a fortress that stood as a bastion against invasion. He hadn't thought that they would come for him here, and the fact that they did meant that they were becoming more bold. He frowned slightly, standing from the bed and stretching slightly.
Aellin slipped his lightsaber to the holster on the small of his back, shifting slightly and throwing on his cloak over the wound in his shoulder.
The acolyte knew that eventually there would be more of them, that they would keep coming, but for now he had to play the part of the traveling man. No one should have heard the commotion in his room, the assassins having dispatched rather quietly. He would have to be careful how he left, pass through the common room and perhaps have a meal or two.
If he was discovered by the authorities...well he would have to be careful.
[member="Greta Kohler"]
Pain lanced through his shoulder, blood dripping from his shoulder and his face contorted in a mixture of pain and focus. The blade in his hand dug into his flesh, stabbing and poking around to dig free the loose slug that had been fired at him. He grimaced slightly, eyes closing as suddenly the small metal pellet popped free from his shoulder. He breathed a sight of relief, the agony that had been floating through him suddenly dissipating.
Aellin breathed a sight of relief.
Bodies lay strewn about, three of them marred by lightsaber cuts and two of them laying with singed flesh. They all bore the same mark upon their shoulder, a deep black Tattoo that was shaped in a symbol very similar to what one might find on a banner in ancient Korriban. Aellin shifted slightly, standing up and slowly wrapping the bandage around his naked shoulder, he rolled his shoulder slightly, working the damaged muscles for a full range of movement.
He hadn't expected the assassins to find him here, hadn't expected them to come to the Inn where he had been staying. Byss was deep into One Sith territory, a former throneworld of the Dreadlord Moridin and a fortress that stood as a bastion against invasion. He hadn't thought that they would come for him here, and the fact that they did meant that they were becoming more bold. He frowned slightly, standing from the bed and stretching slightly.
Aellin slipped his lightsaber to the holster on the small of his back, shifting slightly and throwing on his cloak over the wound in his shoulder.
The acolyte knew that eventually there would be more of them, that they would keep coming, but for now he had to play the part of the traveling man. No one should have heard the commotion in his room, the assassins having dispatched rather quietly. He would have to be careful how he left, pass through the common room and perhaps have a meal or two.
If he was discovered by the authorities...well he would have to be careful.