Home (INVITE)

Many important and critical properties of Nobles were located within the inner rings of Sadala, right next to the palace for easy communication and access between the monarch and their loyal servants. Such a place was kept well-guarded and weeded with all manner of low-class and thief turned away before they can even stop foot within the revered cobblestone path leading to the palace doors. Amara has plenty of knowledge of this place, as she has lived at the Bloodthorne family house a short distance south of the palace. Thus, the combination of knowledge, flight, and energy suppression allowed her to slip past the outer guards without a lot of effort.

The death of Garrick and Amara's subsequent distancing herself from royal duties meant the abode was well-kept but normally empty. Many of the other houses still did not know about her death, believing only that she had disappeared on yet another mission. While returning her would be normal under the circumstances of her return, Amara wished to keep this a covert operation. Her enemies lurked in the shadows, and with the death of Matillo post his warning they were sure to be on alert. Garrick's second major cache left in the wake of his death was buried in the first place most would look: his house. And under recent circumstances, Amara had reason to believe that her enemies had occupied it under the guise of groundskeepers. Tonight the occupation comes to end, at least temporarily.

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The night was young, a foul storm overhead unleashing sheets of polluted rain onto the streets and rooftops of Sadala. The interior of the Bloodthorne manor was like many others of its ilk. Large, bold, and lined with a special alloy that made detecting those within with either scouters or sensing extremely difficult. Numerous other security features were also typically employed when the building was in full use, but such options were disabled in favor of easier upkeep. After all, none of the Elites ever expected Amara herself to ever step foot in the building again. A few guards, normally expected to patrol the halls, were all seated in the foyer around a folding table. They numbered in eight total, a mixture of cards and chips scattered across the table's surface. A fair number were either nursing drinks of some kind or puffing away on cigarette substitutes.

The lights flickered a bit, sputtering before dying out entirely and cloaking the room in darkness save for the occasional strikes of lightning through the armored windows. "Aye fuck. Bloody storm. Liek, go and reset the breaker so we can get back to fucking seeing-" Without warning the Saiyan that had been speaking suddenly found his head slammed roughly into the metal table's edge, crumpling to the ground as a sword pierced through the back of his battle armor a moment later. With a second's stunned silence the rest of the seated Saiyans scrambled to their feet. "Fuck! Who the Hell are-" The red glow of emergency lights kicked on, sight revealing a blood-splattered hybrid clutching a bladed weapon. "SHE'S HERE!"

It hadn't taken long to dispose of the initial guards, Amara going for the kill on each and every one of them until the edge of her weapon had been coated entirely in a deep crimson hue. A lone Saiyan had survived, desperately crawling towards the foyer stairs. Amara held her weapon loosely, stepping towards them and placing her foor on their neck."This is for Garrick." A sickening snap rang out, and the man fell limp. A small puff of breath escaped the woman's lips, body pausing for a moment. She knew that these men couldn't be permitted to live if what she'd gathered of their organization was correct, yet still, such slaughter was still foreign to her.