Anton's Journal

An Unruly Afternoon in Midgardborg

The most wonderful part of Midgardborg wasn't so much that it was such an amazing city, but rather that everyone that lived there was purely and truly human. Which meant that while you could have some absolutely delightful people, there was also its fair share of completely unsavoury people. The worst of these people were the types of people that the Stalkers didn't really want to keep around.

The murderers who had potential of killing high-figure persons, the gang heads that influenced a major part of Midgardborg's crime activity, even the certain people who had done crimes against Drakonrhedi but were unable to be truly punished for it (for example, killing a family member's beloved pet) -- these were the people that this particular branch of Stalkers and Slayers had to deal with. It was rather fascinating to Anton, but not for the reasons that a sane person might think. It was so wonderfully fascinating because the Slayers worked with a deadly efficiency that was seen more from those of the Stalkers and a handful of Seekers. But these Slayers could eliminate a person without them even realizing it.

A funny word came to Anton's mind: assassin.

"So I suppose that's what I'm trying to become. An assassin."

And thus, Anton took a breath with a newly found eagerness in his heart, and he knocked on the door of the quaint little house. It was in a rather quiet place on Midgardborg, where the agent could happily figure out all the information he wanted to with little risk of actually being discovered. Being discovered when you were shoveling information from one group to another was quite embarrassing (and annoying). It was, after all, the job of the Stalkers to not be caught.

A small flutter in his heart as he heard the door unlock and open. Though he loathed to admit it, this was exciting for him. Not just because (if all went well) he would be able to tear into a man who deserved it, but also because he was learning the ways of the Stalker. Svana was much more... Brutal than Cedric was. Though, to be bluntly honest, it still pained Anton when he thought of Svana. He knew he shouldn't, but dying so soon was unexpected and terrifying.

"Hello?" the man asked, an eyebrow raised raised at Anton. "Business is closed for the day, come back tomorrow?"

"I just need to speak to a carpenter," Anton replied, those words seemingly random but effective nonetheless. Then again, it was normal but also something that not everyone would say.

"Come in." The man opened the door for Anton, beckoning him to come in. After the door had been shut and locked, he turned to give a small smile to Anton. "I'm Niklas, but let's not worry about pleasantries, shall we? I have a map and a few papers letting you know what needs to be done. If you need any equipment, then you should have access to get some from the Drakonborg supply depot in Midgardborg."

Niklas hurried down the small hallway and into a side room, which was seemingly large for the small house. On the wall with the door, it held a bookshelf with extremely varying books, from alchemy to magic, from cooking to handwriting, and even a tiny bit of poetry. On the far wall adjacent to the bookshelf, there were a variety of maps -- one of Midgardborg, one of Earth, one of various regions that held important and/or currently pertinent information, and seemingly a map for almost every necessary use. The wall opposite to the map wall was plain, though its far end held a long table with papers sprawled across the surface and a well-used mug on the table as well.

Ah, he collects information as well? Interesting.

Niklas smiled and pointed to the map of Midgardborg with a small stick. "So, the target you're sent to eliminate enjoys hanging just north of the Market Plaza from about... Eight in the morning to midnight. After that, he'll open a hatch to a small tunnel, which leads his way back to the residential area, so he's fairly safe. He keeps a weapon on him, typically a shortsword and a dagger, and rarely ever stops paying attention. Be careful of anyone that may know the man. He happens to be extremely suspicious and keep only suspicious people around him, so asking would lead to him finding out."

Niklas took a breath and waved a hand at the few papers folded up and in an envelope that he was about to give Anton. "Here's anything you might need to know about his daily habits, though they're fairly incomplete. It also gives a small idea as to who he is and what his family is like, in addition to a handful of details as to what he's doing. I apologize for any information that might be missing -- some of it we just can't speak of with too many people quite yet."

Anton understood all of this quite well. There was a man who was skilled in short ranged combat that he was to eliminate; this man may or may not be part of something more important, but he was to be treated with caution as he definitely has the means to kill people. "All right. I'll get to that as soon as possible. Thank you." The murmuring of Anton's voice finishing up the pleasantries was barely heard by himself. His mind was already trying to scout out the area and remember what it was like.

Of course, he knew quite a bit of Midgardborg like the back of his hand, but that didn't mean he knew all of it. There were regions that he rarely went to and places that he had never even tread through. It was simply a fact of his life, and while this happened to be a place he rarely went, he still knew the general whereabouts and how to get to it quickly. So perhaps this job would be easier than he thought, or perhaps there was something up this man's sleeve.