Twisted Blade

An RP blog for Artemis Entreri from the Forgotten Realms Affiliated with Citta Alveare Housed in Apartment G-1 Wields a Wooden Sword

[thegreyassassin]

"..."

No. He would remain indoors till the hell bees are gone.

[betwixtarcher-blog]

                                                                        “O-Ok…”                 The tone of his voice had not been menacing, rather it had been direct. So, the archer hadn’t felt entirely afraid in that moment. As he spoke, the tilt of her head would occur with a sudden blink. A bit taken back by his inquisition.                                                                         “M-My mother? Or father?”  A twitch would occur stating ‘mother,’ yet only a slight twinge of pain when father was stated. As if she was sadden speaking of him.

[thegreyassassin]

She was willing to speak about it, which would make his job quite a bit easier, rather than him having to gather information concerning her parents through investigation. His expression remained stern, softer than his normal stony countenance. His folded his arms across his chest, noting the small quirks of words when she spoke. He knew where to start.

"Your mother."

[thegreyassassin]

                                                                        “A-AH!! W-WHY??”                 Another scary man with a foul face—one that seemed stern and menacing. Heavens!! How many scary people were upon this world. Noire trembled uncertain of how to feel within his presence.

"Calm yourself."

She was worse than he thought. Her nature was spastic, uncontrolled, undisciplined. Was this a result of her upbringing? He needed to see the extent of the damage.

"I am here to speak about your relationship with your parents."

[thegreyassassin]

"..."

Was her state brought on upon her by an abusive parent? In that case, who were they? He needed to find out...

[thegreyassassin]

...Michael Bay? Sounded like the name of a fool who would somehow gain far too much money.

[quitetallforadwarf-blog]

           Kili was still unsure where Epison was, and decided the best course of action would be to get some assistance. He started to venture down the side roads, while trying to avoid the mainstreets, since he knew not of the dangers that were around this place.

     He then came upon a bar, which he figured he could possibly find someone who would help him along. As soon as he entered he building, the dwarf made his way to a seat.  He turned his head to the man next to him, ”Excuse me, but do you happen to know where Epison might be?”

[thegreyassassin]

Calm was being restored to the city after the weekly madness came to an end. Though still fairly angered by the turn of events that occurred, even as he had taken no real part in it, the assassin was managing to gain some self-control again. The level of stupidity he had been forced to sit through far outclassed anything he had seen before, even Jarlaxle's most moronic antics, so his ability to pass through it without killing someone was commendable.

But now that he decided to celebrate his small personal victory with a drink, he had a new problem presented in the form of a lost dwarf. He had many tales that included their kind, including several with regard to his greatest enemy. He wasn't sure what the situation was here, especially concerning the details of this wandering fool, but he'd rather avoid interaction whilst his weapons were not in his possession.

"Shouldn't you be asking for a map, dwarf?"

[thegreyassassin]

"What buffoonery is this? Who allowed children to drink?"

[thegoodkidsx-deactivated2015020]

meet the muse;

[thegreyassassin]

LEGAL NAME: Artemis Entreri

ALIAS[ES]: Barbarus the Grey, Belmer

DATE OF BIRTH: Unknown

GENDER | SPECIES: Male | Human (Part Shade)

PLACE OF BIRTH: Memnon, Faerun

CURRENT LIVING CONDITIONS: G-1

SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English, Elvish, Dwarven

EDUCATION: N/A

OCCUPATION: Assassin

DRINK | SMOKE | DRUGS:  Low-Moderate | None | None

LIKE[S]: Efficient weaponry, his jeweled dagger, discovering new fighting techniques, good fights, children, Jarlaxle

DISLIKE[S]: Love, Emotions, Idiocy, abusive/foul parents, Jarlaxle, Drizzt Do'Urden

FEAR[S]: His past, Drizzt Do'Urden

PERSONALITY TRAITS: Cold, Cruel, Protective, Violent, Secluded, Distant, Organized, Observant, Intelligent

DISORDERS:  N/A

{ P H Y S I C A L   I N F O R M A T I O N }

HAIRCOLOR: Raven Black

EYE COLOR: Gray

HEIGHT: 5'5

TATTOOS:  None

PIERCINGS: Several on each ear

{ F A M I L Y   I N F O R M A T I O N }

SIBLING[S]: None

PARENT[S]: None (Does not acknowledge them)

CHILDREN:  None

PET[S]: None

{ R E L A T I O N S H I P   I N F O R M A T I O N }

SEXUAL PREFERENCE: Straight

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single

[killthemeaning]

The grumpy old flesh bag needed a knife shoved through his chest cavity.

[thegreyassassin]

Hard to stab someone when your head is twisted 180 degrees.

[thegreyassassin]

The boy in blue needed to learn a lesson in personal space.

[thegreyassassin]

Send me a Symbol

✉: For a regular text message from my muse.

♣: Here, have a not so regular (maybe even a dirty one) text message.

✍: For what my muse has written about yours in their diary.

✎: For an unsent letter from my muse (May be AU if you want, just let me know what kind of AU you want).

☎: For a drunk phone call.

☏: How about a voice message from my muse?

♥: The favorites of my muse- can be anything from music to sex positions, you're allowed to specify what you want.

∞: A random headcanon about my muse and yours.

☯: Here, have a hug from my muse.

☮: An argument I think my muse would have with yours.

♪: I've put all of my songs on shuffle- now I have to write a drabble involving our muses with the next song that comes on.

♬: Would you care to dance? My muse has to dance with yours.

♛: My muse is royalty for a day and you are their loyal subject- wait, what? What would my muse's reaction be to this idea?

♚: You are my master- hold on. What if my muse was the loyal subject, how would this go?

✖: Your muse is drowning in the bathtub when mine walks into the bathroom.

☠: Your muse has died, this is how mine reacts.

❂: My muse is clumsy and crashes into yours.

✈: Our muses are on a plane together, by accident or choice. This is what happens.

☢: It's too hot outside, how does my muse suggest our muses cool down?

ϟ: There's a storm going on and our muses are stuck together in a house- how will this go?

☂: It's pouring down and your muse forgot their umbrella, will my muse offer up theirs?

✧: Our muses went to eat out- where?

★: The stars are shining beautifully and my muse wants you to see them.

☾: It's in the middle of the night and my muse had a nightmare about yours- what does my muse do?

☼: The sun is shining bright and your muse got the bright idea of going out, does my muse agree with this?

☄: My muse is lost, luckily there is cellphone reception- does my muse dare to call yours for help?

♤: Our muses are playing a game, which kind and who is winning?

☻: Your muse got sunburnt, my muse didn't- how'd it happen and how'll mine help?

♒: Our muses are at the beach together, by accident or not, and yours was a bit too close to the waves- will my muse laugh or perhaps be helpful?

♦: Your muse asked mine to marry them, what's my muse's reaction?

◊: Your muse comes to mine, crying, how does my muse react?

✘: Scars aren't very pretty- my muse has to show you theirs.

✦: My muse was attacked but yours saved them- how'll my muse ever thank them?

[thegreyassassin]

This occurs every week. How in the nine hells was he going to keep calm every damn Sunday?

[wayofthehobo-blog1]

That statement alone proved enough, he was most likely some sort of an assassin, what else could explain his skill and knowledge on killing? 

But as their eyes would trace away, the tension was slowly starting to leave the room. It didn’t feel like a fight was about to break out, but assassins were people the warrior didn’t exactly put on his good side. Like ninjas, assassins hid within the shadows and jump on their prey through the art of surprise. There was absolutely nothing honorable fighting in that way, it made him stick to his stomach.

Many had tried to kill him in the past and many have failed, probably why seeing this man sitting before him was nothing new.

"Don’t have one, call it a bluff but I just wandered in here on whim."

"I didn’t expect such a warm welcome."

[thegreyassassin]

He didn't feel anything toward this individual once the feeling of unease died around them. Neither of the warriors were seeking a battle, and thus did Artemis' interest die. By his very nature, the assassin did not care much for others beyond what their capabilities were. In this city, where all men were weakened until their strength was earned back, the man from Faerun could not bring himself to care about any beyond children.

For a moment after the Samurai's last statement, there was only silence to fill the space, the scrape of steel against wood breaking it from time to time. A test of patience one could say was what Artemis was subjecting him to. Finally, after a solid minute or so, he spoke again.

"Then you know that curiosity often has a price. Be grateful I don't feel the need to force it out of you."

"Leave."

[thegreyassassin]

Clearly someone had personally requested to have their neck snapped.

"Who caused this?"

[thegreyassassin]

Each time a topic of conversation seemed to flit about the people, it angered the assassin. First love, now being a hero? Idiocy! Idiocy of the purest form! What good were heroes? All they did was walk up to the door of death and knock.

[thegreyassassin]

That one carried a tremendous weight upon her shoulders, a weight that she could not share with her allies. She had become their leader, the holder of their fate.It would be heartwarming, if the inevitable outcome wasn't so sad. It would crush her and she would fall.

Perhaps he could see that prevented.

[thegreyassassin]

A disturbance...