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| FAMOUS ASSASSINS |
| Nooo, I don't mean Kitiana, Vermilion or the like, I mean the original Assassins, the ones who founded the Guild and made it so great. Never wondered about Lady T'malia? Or Mericet? Good grief! And you call yourself an assassin..... Below are some of the well known assassins and some of the lesser known ones...wish we could use more things to inhume with on the Mud.... |
| INTRODUCTION GUILD CHARTER HISTORY OF THE GUILD GETTING STARTED REARRANGE INFO PRIMARIES COMMANDS THE RUN PLAYER KILLING WEAPONS POISONS MISC |
| FAMOUS OLD BOY : Pteppicymon XXXXX. Son of the Pharaoh of Djellibeybi, Pteppic passed with flying colours. His curret whereabouts are unknown. FAMOUS OLD BOY : '71 - Hour' Ahmed. Better known to Old Sicarians as Ahmed the bed-wetter. Ahmed is now the head of the Klatchian police, reporting direct to Prince Khufurah. Although Ahmed does technically spend much of his time killing people for money, he no longer undertakes guild commissions as such. MEMBER OF STAFF : Miss Alice Band (Climbing, traps, locks, also private tuition in stealth archeology, pistol bow, croquet and pianoforte). Miss Band has had a distinguished career at the more robust end of education, and her introduction of Free-Form Hockey to the Quirm college for young ladies is unlikely to be forgotten. Any Senior pupils wishing to take (as she puts it) 'liberties' will be taught a lesson they will remember for the rest of their lives; they will not need long memories. DISGRACED OLD BOY : Mr Teatime. Mr Teatime failed to carry out a major commission for which the Guil had been paid a very large sum of money indeed. Also, his essay, 'Who I killed on my holidays', is considered to be a pathetic flight of juvenile imagination copied from a work of fiction in the Guild library, Decem Parvi Indi. MEMBER OF STAFF : Lady T'malia (BlackWidow). Famous for her jewellery. Belived to have enough poison concealed in the jewellery of one hand alone to poison a continent. Very few shake hands with her and live to boast of it. FAMOUS OLD BOY : Hon. Stanley Cabshaw. WEAPON OF DESPATCH : Teaspoon. Weilded a common teaspoon against a group of bandits on the Quirm Road (a government contract). Details are sketchy, and perhaps this is just as well. FAMOUS OLD BOY : Sir Guy de Taupinier. WEAPON OF DESPATCH : A Mole. Was commissioned to assassinate King Guillaume le Rouge. Siezing an oportunity during a deer hunt in the Royal forest,Sir Guy used a catapult to propel a dead mole (found along the wayside) at the King, which knocked him from his horse, causing him to break his neck and die. FAMOUS OLD BOY : Dr de Colleuse. WEAPON OF DESPATCH : Wallpaper. One of the Emperors of Brindisi was inhumed by Dr de colleuse. Dr de Colleuse had planned to inhume him by using poisoned wallpaper in the state bedroom. He was, however, discovered in the act and with great initiative, clubbed the Emperor to death with one of the rolls of paper. FAMOUS OLD BOY : The Grand Vizier of El Sanlu. WEAPON OF DESPATCH : A Mackerel. He stabbed to death the Emir of El Kaound with a frozen mackerel at a dried-up oasis in the middle of the Great Nef, the Discworld's hottest and driest desert. The Grand Vizier then died of wounds from a blow from, apparently, a live turbot. There are many aspects of this fight which remain a mystery. FAMOUS OLD BOY : Mr R.P.W . Roberston. WEAPON OF DESPATCH : A butt of brandy. On a commission from the late Duke of Sto Helit, Mr R.W.P Roberston inhumed the Duke of Sto Kerrig by drowning him in a barrel of best brandy. By a terrible accident the sealed butt was later bought by the Guild, and for some months members commented upon the interesting smoky flavour. It was only when the dye from the Duke's jacket turned the brandy green that the lid was levered up and he was found, prefectly preserved and smiling... FAMOUS OLD BOY : Mr Trefor Frame. WEAPON OF DESPATCH : Exploding privy. This was used against Mr Edwin Cardly at a coaching inn in Slake. It was a matter of oportunity, a more elaborate death having been planned further along the road, but Mr Frame said 'It suddenly dawned on me that all I need do was throw my lighted cigar with extreme accuracy.' |