Medea

Your instructions are as follows: Blend in Do not draw attention to yourself Pay attention; Keep your eyes and ears open at all times Socialize where necessary Don't get too close to your resident clan Tell no one of your duty; This is for your own safety as much as it is to protect the organisation. Avoid relationships at all costs; They will only bring pain And above all; Report back to the Shadowbinder. Information on your Assignment: --- Your first assignment,The Herd, is a small but influential clan in the middle of the Ashfall Waste. They have a soft spot for injured and wandering dragons, your best bet is to injure yourself some way and infiltrate them. Should you come under any suspicion and/ or are caught, we will deny ever knowing you. Good luck.

Associates wrote: Rook #4 #

S P Y : #10 A.K.A MEDEA Some say the very shadows whisper rumors and happenings from afar into the Shadowbinder's ears, bringing news from lands the great deity did not walk. They're almost right. A small organisation of dragons travel far and wide and settle themselves in distant clans, welcomed because of their pretty scales and alluring demeanor. They begin learning and absorbing the knowledge and plans from the unknowing dragons around them, before sending on the knowledge through coded scrolls messaged directly to the Forum of the Obscured Crescent. They are the true Shadowbinder's eyes and ears. They are the Spies of the Shadowbinder.

Inventory wrote: Mirage Puffer Spines Organics Each spine is coated in a powerful toxin. 34 Cave Gecko Meat The stripes along a cave gecko's hide become bio-luminescent when it senses danger. Not nature's proudest moment, there. 50 6 Shadowbinder Onyx Idol Trinkets A razor-sharp onyx idol fashioned to resemble the Shadowbinder. The chiseled surface appears to completely absorb and obscure light. 105

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Medea gazed at the lair entrance with disdain. Two guards, one Skydancer and the other an imposing Imperial, sat outside, chatting comfortably. This was the place, her first assignment. Medea felt a jolt of excitement mixed with gut-wrenching apprehension as she thought of her duties. Reaching into her satchel, she pulled out the wicked blasde that would gain her entrance to the clan. Taking a strip of weathered leather, Medea bit viciously into it as she plunged the blade into her belly, careful to miss the organs but still make it bloody. Medea bit back a scream as the pulled the blade back out, tossing it into a nearby lava pool. Narrowing her eyes, the young Skydancer started towards the entrance. Immediately the two guards stopped talking and turned to Medea, preparing to hail her. The Skydancer raised his head however, sniffing heavily. Medea knew he smelled her blood, and she staggered even more to really sell it. It hurt like hell so it wouldn't be too hard. Once she got close enough to be in earshot, the gruff-looking Imperial hailed her: "Halt! What brings you here?" Medea had been preparing for this.
"Please, I need shelter. I was attacked on the way here, he stole everything..." Medea removed her clutched claws from her wound, which allowed the blood to flow faster. The Skydancer's eye's widened.
"Alaunus! Get out here!" he bellowed, and within seconds yet another Skydancer whizzed from the lair.
"Good God, Bouris, what is it-" The one called Alaunus broke off as he saw Medea, struggling to stay standing, trembling in front of him. He turned to the Imperial. "Riven, take her to my corner, please." Medea took a step back as the massive Imperial took a step towards her, arms outstretched.

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