Thursday, August 14, 2014

Devils Own ( A Steam Punk and Mystic Tale ) 1.4A

1.4.

Kassius patted the polished exhaust cylinder that pushed itself out from the rear section of the bike-flyer. The contraption came with a small steam engine that would propel the bike forward while the four cylindrical helium filled balloons would raise it up to the skies. He climbed on the leather seat that was designed for one rider. He pushed the lever to ignite the flaming tubes that would heat up the treated liquid that would generate the heat to power the engine. He could increase the steam by pedaling the bike let it glide over the clouds with its retractable wing that span over twelve feet. One thing great about riding the bike-flyer was the garb that goes with it. Lord Tannen had a good collection of riders clothing’s, but he was no rider. He was more of a modeler; a wall plaster model than a real rider soaring the skies like a real flyer. A moment later, he was there in the skies soaring like bird.

Kassius was to accept the ninth tasks of his profession as the assassin. The ninth task was the golden one as an assassin before he gets initiated to be a Master. He walked into the Main Hall as per instruction. The seven anointed masters were all there waiting for him. The Masters were all dressed in the ceremonial robes over the plain tunic. The robe was an elaborate embroidery design with the motifs of the daggers and the assorted weapons while the emblem of the masked face was shown in the center of the back. Each master carried a cane of over three feet in length which was part of the fighting skills they were all taught. The cane had a dagger inside it which can be propelled out with the hidden switch. The one who stood in the center was the Senior Master; he also holds the Horn of the Guild which symbolized his rank. The Horn was shaped like a cornucopia, crafted from the bone of an extinct creature. It was reputed that the horn was once belonged to Zeus from his infant years. It was said that the horn when called on will rallied the followers and allied factions to assist the Guild. It was sounded only once in the history of the Guild during the third year of their formation when they were invaded by the reigning King then.

Kassius held back his smile for once he had done the ninth task he would be called the Eighth Master. He was dressed in the new set of uniform; the dark suit with matching leather vest over the white tunic and the hood that was drawn back from his head. His long tresses of hair was braided and tucked neatly into the uniform, while his hands were covered in the leather glove allowing only the fingers to be seen. No one was allowed to be armed in the presence of the Masters, but each of the named assassins is themselves a weapon with their skills. With each step he took towards the Masters, he felt the exhilaration of being celebrated for these tasks which was the pinnacle of his rank.

The Main Hall was a rectangle designed with the high full colors drapes for the wall décor in between the Hall of Fame list; a total of forty six assassins had made that list. Their numbers were not permanent and fluid. The current lineup of assassins remained only six on the roster. The Hall was devoid of any other furniture which the Masters had declined for they were not sure how many would be needed at any time. The ambience of the Hall was dimly lighted by the oil lamps that lined before the drapes, like in the olden day. The Masters had forbidden the influence of the new gas or electrical lights that had lined the corridors of the Guild. Their numbers were not permanent and fluid in the lineup of assassins.


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