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RiDaku
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Vivat Sicarii..

It's a mantra I heard daily in the Servus program. "Long live the assassin." At first I thought it was corny, just walking around telling each other "Hey, keep living". It seemed silly, like going up to your best friend and saying "Don't get killed" every day. It seems like a no-brainer, right? Like obviously I'm going to try to not get killed. Obviously my best friend would care about me that much. Why say it? In the middle of all the training, I thought I started to understand what it meant. Servii could die at any moment, both from each other getting competitive, or from a Sicarii deciding you were too much trouble to keep around. So maybe it was a reminder that the Servii are the future? That not too many should, or could, be killed if the future of the assassin was to stay strong? No, that didn't make sense. Part of the abuse was making us less than human, make us think that the blooding would be recognition that we weren't shit in a pile. If I could figure that out by accident, what were the odds of me being right? Then I noticed something. Only certain people were getting the mantra spoken to them. Only certain people were speaking the mantra. The high-ups were exempt - they never spoke it or had it spoken to them. Was it because everybody wanted them to die? Or was it because they couldn't die? Not really a hard one to figure out if you paid attention. The elders had figured out some sort of immortality. Probably necromancy. As if the cult couldn't get more fucked up. The Sicarius |
They think they are "the many", and I "the few". They think this gives them the right to walk over me.

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RiDaku
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It's no secret that I got blooded. I've still got the tattoo on my arm. That tattoo came with a couple curses, like always having a thought-link to the rest of the cult, and the elders having the ability to remote-kill you from anywhere. This means if you get any traitorous thoughts, you try to leak secrets, you try anything they don't like, and they can just kill you. You won't even see it coming. A special dagger to the mark and anybody, everybody, can get executed, immortal or not. All thanks to a stupid bit of black magic invented somewhere forever ago by the cult's great-great-grandmother, Xuksesra. The magic was kept alive through a whole bunch of different ways, I found out. The one that the cult was using during my time was some orb. An orb that got broken because two elders couldn't keep their ego in check, and I dipped out as quick as I could. By the time the mark's magic was back up, I'd already severed myself from it. I'm probably the only living member that's free from that curse.

Xuksesra. I found her body. You probably heard of that, too, it's part of what got me admitted in to the Legends' Guild. No necromancy shit for her, and that seemed to get me some favor with her kids. Old bitch had kids and I guess they didn't feel like coming along for the ride. I won't bore you with the long of what happened. This letter's long enough already. You might wonder why I'm writing this, and why you're reading this. Well, they helped me get her ritual dagger. Think the Godsword of cult knives. That orb didn't power the mark. Nothing they use does. It just channels it in a way they can control it without this sucker. This dagger's what lets it all happen. Let me tell you what I learned when one of Xuksesra's daughters, Lucia, helped me find that knife. The Three Tenets. The Sicarius |
They think they are "the many", and I "the few". They think this gives them the right to walk over me.

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RiDaku
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1. Fight your best, always.
2. Focus on spiritual goodness - Everything for the Family.
3. Never truly love.

The cult you all know, the 'family' you think is Sicarius? A poor, twisted mockery of what it was. Of what it's supposed to be. The Sicarius have broken every single tenet, and the elders know it perfectly well - it's why they use catalysts like that orb to channel the mark, why they had to cast out the dagger and try to destroy it in the abyss. They don't fight their best - They bully kidnapped civilians and send them out to die. They don't do anything for the family - They did everything they could to wipe out Xuksesra's line and warped the magic they made. They're all truly in love... with themselves.

Despite everything I've done to get away from it, some of you might still hate me. You'll meet in a bar, huddle in a corner and whisper dumb shit about where I came from, what I'm really planning. I've pretended not to care but if I'm honest? That shit bugs me. No matter what I do, I'll never escape this name. I can cut the tattoo off my arm and you'll still see it there. As long as that cult is alive, I'll just be another one of them.

So they're dead. With Xuksesra's athame, on the 32nd of Raktuber, year 7 of the 6th Age, I picked up that dagger. I touched it to my tattoo. I linked myself back in to the Mark and I killed every last one that still had blood in their veins and a mark on their arm. I felt every marked cultist wither up and expire. There are no more. There's probably some odd Servii out there still indoctrinated and stupidly thinking that they're chosen survivors, but if they're reading this, know you're only alive because I haven't found you yet. If you hear their name again, know it came from me. I am the last, and with this, I'll be the first.

Finis Sicarii...

...Vivat Sicarii The Sicarius |
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RiDaku
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This letter would be distributed throughout Asgarnia via the traditional means of town criers and newspaper stands, taking a bite from Misthalin's style. Shortly afterwards, the King would spend far less time in the castle as if he didn't already do that , taking frequent excursions in to the surrounding countryside and beyond. In his absence he'd leave the Chancellor and a hand-picked Knight for management and daily kingdom duties, returning only at the end of an excursion or when sorely needed. Some habits die hard - He's hunting.

OOC Notes:
This is officially the next large plotline I'm bringing to Asgarnia, following Jeoffrey's advancement in his own personal storyline. The idea is to put far less emphasis on castle-centric play and encourage people to branch out across Asgarnia, playing a variety of characters from surviving Servii out in the wild, Knights disillusioned with the King's admittance of using dark unknown magics, and veterans celebrating the proclaimed death of the Sicarius.

Of course, something like this needs a disclaimer; Acknowledging the canon divergence that happened last year, such a thing as this is confined exclusively to the canon that this group operates in. There is no reaching across the aisle to try and antagonize people who aren't under my umbrella - Rather intentionally, character names were not spoken with this in mind, regardless of the histories being the same.

I look forward to seeing how we take this story going forward!
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Valiesin
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Bellowing laughter echoed from the walls of the infamous Sicarius fortress far to the north of Asgarnia. The deepening sounds emerged from a tower room which was only luminous by candlelight and emanated throughout the surrounding forests, scaring away a flock of squawking crows. Aldaren sat in a rickety oak chair, his eyes casted over the letter which was delivered by one of the couriers. A soft, amused grin manifested on his face as his eyes trailed the satire bleeding from Jeoffrey’s proclamation. Quickly, he dropped the letter and buried a grumbling laugh in the palm of his hand.

”THEA!” He called out with his head turning towards the wooden door to the chamber, “You HAVE to come read this shit.” .„¸¸,.·` |
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22-May-2020 19:03:45

Art Sicarius

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- A shrivelled corpse with a wispy ashen beard chuckles quietly within his coffin, as he leafed through the pages of an inexplicably acquired newspaper. Gigging uncontrollably as his eyes found the bastardised interpretation of his family history, and incorrect creed to boot, Rai wiped a tear from his eye and tossed the newspaper down by his feet. It was time to continue being dead.-

22-May-2020 19:43:26

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