Nyssa al'Ghul is the (demons_heir) wrote in newalliance, @ 2015-12-31 04:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | nyssa raatko |
Who: Nyssa, some NPCs
What: Nyssa finds out about the attempt on her sister
Where: Nanda Parbat
When: Dec. 31
Status: Narrative
Rating: Medium to be safe
The interruption that came was not one Nyssa was expecting. She had been in the middle of going over plans on the latest mission request for the League (there were many in fact but there was a group within the League of Assassins that dealt with the day to day missions so Nyssa could concentrate on the more tricky missions) when a servant came in. Her anger at the intrusion had been halted when she was informed that someone had arrived with news about her sister. Plans set aside, she donned her robe and left her study, entering the main room. In the center were a group of figures in black, three men and two women. She quickly took stock of them and noted each one was holding themselves as if injured. Nyssa held back her smirk. While she and Talia never really saw eye to eye, Nyssa respected her little sister for her prowess in battle. After all, she was worthy too to carry the title of Heir to the Demon when their father had been in charge.
"What brings you five to seek an audience with the Demon?" she demanded coolly.
One of the men stepped forward and gave a bow of respect. "We seek to join the League of Assassins and serve the Demon."
Nyssa eyed him. His voice never wavered and his eyes betrayed little. "Why should I consider such?" she retorted. "You are all injured." She hid her smirk at the surprise two of the group betrayed.
"We fought your sister to defeat her and keep her from taking what you have," the spokesman said.
Nyssa arched a brow. "You think I am incapable of fending off attacks from my own kin?" She didn't give them time to answer as she started to circle them. "That I could not win a battle against my own sister? That I am hiding from her?"
"Of course not! But we-"
"Are fools," she sneered. "Talia al'Ghul was trained to be a member of the true League of Assassins since she was but a child. She held the title of Heir to the Demon before I deposed our father to save the League from his ineptitude and foolish fixation on a certain individual who had no desire to take command of the League and do what must be done to save the world from evil and injustice." She stopped in front of the man who seemed to be the leader of the little band.
"Is my sister dead? Do you bring me proof that she no longer walks this world?"
The man swallowed, clearly nervous now. "We...she is gravely injured and is most likely dead by now..." He fell at the vicious backhand Nyssa delivered.
"You fool. My sister is resourceful and more than adept at surviving. You did not confirm the kill. You have no proof that she is dead." Nyssa shook her head. "You are not fit to be standing in these hallowed halls for true assassins." She quickly moved and before anyone could react had her sword through the spokesman midsection. "The lesson comes too late for you. But when you are an assassin and you are making a kill of a difficult target you make sure you can see the life flee from their eyes." She twisted the blade slowly.
"The League of Assassins is mine now. If my sister wishes to claim it for herself or her son she knows where to find me." Yanking the blade out, she flicked the blood off before accepting a towel to clean the remainder off. Her dark eyes drifted to her second in command. "Purge the halls of these pretenders. And see to it I am not disturbed for the rest of the day unless it is a matter of grave importance."
"Yes My Lady," came the response. Nyssa turned and headed back to her study, ignoring the screams from the other four members of the band that had tried to kill her sister.