Areina (Rina)

Assassination Rogue

Human

A poverty stricken child of war Areina was taken in by a noble of Stormwind. She had been caught trying to steal something from him and impressed with her skill the noble, rather than punishing her, trained her to be part of his house guard. Eventually though she became more of a tool. Her lord had a certain taste for gambling and an even bigger appetite for gold. He was known for making a wide range of bets and gambles going from a simple game of cards to dog fighting. He always guarenteed himself a win; More often by cheating than skill.

The losers, and even the winners, had a hard time paying up the gold or other fine things. Looking after the payment of those said items was Areina's job. A job that required more killing than talking. In return for her services the young women was given a bed to sleep in and food to eat as well as clothes to wear although she prefered the free movement of leather armor than fine cloth.

She was often mistakened as the noble's daughter and soon that became her disguise to get into different places.

After sometime though she grew tired of the restrictions she was limited too. She was kept inside unless she was training or on a job. She was by his side from the morning the man awoke to the moment he went to bed. Areina was full time and growing restless. Making up her mind one night she decided to flee and find more purpose for her new abilities.

Leaving Stormwind she changed her name to Rina as well as cutting her blonde hair. She dyed it a soft russet brown and now armed with a new look the young woman set off to explore the world outsides Aristocracy. Having no place to go at first she went to the Abbey in Elwynn forest and sought scantuary for a few days. Here she helped with any troubles that plagued the poor place, even meeting up with a former defias highwayman who worked out in the stables. From him she learned the finer art of theft and expanded her knowledge of weapons.

Sophie Lane walked with languid grace down the street, deftly side stepping the very many and very busy citizens who ambled through the market. The rogue would of loved to stop and admire the many vendors but unfortunately today was all business and there was no time to browse. Her contacts had very little patience and Sophie didn't want to disgruntle them anymore than was needed; angry customers were so difficult to handle. With a long sigh she adverted her eyes from a stand that was selling fresh pies and changed direction.

The road took her out of the market and across a nearby bridge into a more quiet section of the city. She had affectionately come to call this place the '"Silent District" though it was more commonly known as the Old Town. Why it was called that Sophie never really found out and neither did she really care. Turning the corner she gave a casual glance towards a set of stairs that led to a trio of three buildings. The center building was home of Stormwind's information experts, SI:7. Her speed slowed and eventually she stopped to stare at the old whitewash stone and brown roofing with a wanting look. While the rogue considered herself well trained in the art of intelligence gathering she wasn't part of the 'Big Boys' and felt very insignificant around the pros.

Clicking her tongue she watched as two men emerged from the building talking quietly to themselves. Interest piqued she continued to watch them as they crossed the courtyard and entered the armory next door. The armory was a common place where ones who fought the battlefront against the Horde conversed. It was also another area of interest Sophie rarely got to visit. She didn't have very many battle stories, in fact she rarely confronted even the lowest ranking horde toe to toe.

When neither of the men emerged the rogue turned away and continued on to an old tavern that sat between two shops. A sign above the door had an image of a smiling pigs head and read: The Pig and Whistle. It was her favorite tavern in the whole city and her center of business. Avoiding a pair of off duty guards that sat near the entrance she went inside and removed her dirty cloak, draping it over one arm. Her mind still on the two men she gave the room a quick and distant look. Surprisingly it was rather empty and she had no trouble spotting her guests. A pair of dwarves sharing a rather large keg of ale over a table laden with several empty mugs already.

Neither looked very disgruntled but the rogue figured that was more because of the ale than patience. Smiling inwardly she crossed the room with a light step and grabbed a nearby chair. Sitting herself down next to them in a flourish meant to grab their attention, she grabbed a mug full of the brew and leaned forward. "Now my dear gentlemen! I hope I haven't been keeping you waiting very long. What can do for two charming chaps such as yourselves?"

"Ethane? Are you listening to me?"

Ethane Cowl looked up from the maps he was looming over and turned to his blonde haired partner, Cody Reed. The younger man was looking at him expectantly. "Huh? What did you say?"

"You were day dreaming again weren't you?"

Ethane rolled his eyes upwards as his lips twitched in a slight smile and Cody knew what that ment. Dragging his chair closer the blonde leaned towards his friend. The brunette shifted away and returned to looking at the maps, pretending to study them carefully. Each revealed the areas where the horde and alliance clashed in repeated battles along with defense positions, land markings and the sort. Grabbing a map of Hillsbrad he drew it closer, glancing up only when Cody cleared his throat.

"You aren't going to tell me are you?" Cody was met by silence and he frowned, "Tell me her name at least?"

"Why do you always assume it is a girl?"

Cody grinned, "Because I can read you like a book! Come on, maybe I already know her. I can tell you if she is even worth your time; or mine."

Ethane sighed heavily. He knew the man wouldn't give up until the whole story had been told and he had given his full opinion on the matter. Sitting back in his chair the warrior scratched his cheek absently. "Fine. It is Alice. Her name is Alice."

The mage nodded slowly and burried his arms into the long sleeves of his robe, a crooked smile on his face. "Good name. Where did you meet her?"

The hiss of wind from the arrow was loud as thunder as Lecithin watched the red fletching kiss her cheek like a feather. A second later she disappeared into the river, the cold water swallowing the rogue without a trace. The archers reacted quickly and angled their arrows shooting into the churning water. It was soon littered with arrows, the shafts drifting down stream but there was no sign of their target or the bundle she had stolen. The lead elf whose brown hair was cropped short to his skull dropped from a tree branch and raised his hand as a signal. The rain of arrows stopped as he appraoched the water's edge and stared up and down the river bank. He saw nothing under the dark surface.

"She is gone." The elf swore silently in his own language then turned to his patrol, "Fan out. I want both sides of this river searched thoroughly for two miles. She can't escape that easily!"

With nods of understanding the elves split off in pairs, vanishing like ghosts into trees. The dark haired elf turned back to the water with a glare before following his own orders.

Several meters down stream Lecithin hung onto an old tree trunk, half submerged and bobbing like a leaf as she heaved ice cold water from her sore lungs. Her body was starting to become numb from the chill, armor and clothes soaked clean through. Biting her lip to keep her teeth from chattering she couldn't help but grin to herself. Those elves would be searching for hours and she planned to be long gone before they could even find a trace of her whereabouts.

After giving the bank a good examination the rogue climbed out from the water and stumbled into the trees. She had to find someplace safe to rest before she froze to death. Mustering as much stealth and strengeth as she could the assassin stuck to the shadows and started to make her way north. The trip was slow as she jumped at every twig snap and rustling leaves that it was close to dawn before she made it to the cave where she had first set up camp.

In minutes Lecithin had a roaring fire. The rogue then reached under her armor and grabbed the small leather satchel that was tucked just under her belt. She tossed it up and down a couple times weighing her reward in the palm of her hand before setting it down on the ground. Next she stripped down to her undergarments and threw a blanket about her shoulders. She should be safe here for the next several hours at least, clothes fully dry ot not she didn't wish to stay much longer than that.