"Skills Vs Magic"

Name:
Age: Serenity (Serene=Short)
Race: Mage (a bit of elf blood)
Job: Royal Medicine Maker
Likes: Making medicine, helping others, doing what she wants.
Dislikes: making enemies, being treated different, and being assaulted.
Appearance: (eyes are blue)

A young mage learning her role and making medicine for the royals. Later finds out just how hard things can get, but, what happens when the prince tries to make a move on her? What will she do? Will she ignore it and let it happen? Will she fight it and get upset? Find out in the "Skills Vs Magic" Series.

Name: Alistair
Age: 22
Race: Human
Job: Assassin
Likes: Practical things, Aiding others, Poison Research
Dislikes: Competition, Unwarranted ill will towards others
Appearance: 5'5" Grey eyes.
Covered in robes from head to toe. A vague and mysterious figure. Sometimes seen wearing a mask.

Serene was in the medicine house making extra medicine and herbs, tonight the prince had asked to see her out in the garden. The moon was high and full above the trees. She walked out, her almost dark red hair tied in a low braid as it followed the movement of the wind when she walked.

"You wanted to see me sire?" Serena asked stopping before her prince, it wasn't someone she would really like to call a 'prince' at all. Most were bad but so far he was the worst one out there. The young prince leaned against the water fountain decorating the garden as it spewed out water from a jug being held by a child, a little girl and boy.

"Yes, you see I've always wanted to tell you something lovely Serene" The prince spoke, he had blonde hair and blue eyes just like every other prince. The so called good looks that the royal family would have. "And?" she thought more of her work than anything else.

Alistair had wanted to reach the palace before nightfall, before the darkness clouded his vision. Prior obligations left him wasting much more time than he had planned and he cursed at them under his breath. He quickened his pace, wanting to reach his next destination, but also wanting to use this travel time to recuperate.

As he quickly walked, the wind caught his hood, making it fall from his head. His short black hair didn't move in the wind; didn't catch the light of the moon. It was as dirty as the deeds he committed. Deciding that it would probably just fall off again, he left it down and enjoyed the light breeze around his head.

Upon reaching the palace wall, he checked left, then checked right. He ran his hand over the wall feeling for a mark, a mark left by others of his same nature that this was an ideal spot to climb.
"Here it is..."
He looked up the wall a last time and started the climb. He was glad he didn't have any killing to do tonight, only observation. He reached the top, put his hood back on, and tucked himself into a nook in the wall. Looking over, he lucked out to find his target, the son of the king, in the garden. Someone else was with him and by the looks it seemed to be an intimate meeting. For the prince at least. Alistair listened keenly and though he couldn't quite hear the words, the tone rang of something dirty.
"Tch, filthy prince."

"I want to see you" The prince replied getting closer and smelling her hair which smelled of strawberries "You see me everyday sire" "Oh I know that, I meant I want to see ALL of you" the look in his eyes showed that of something odd or more like something sinister. "Sire, I don't like you at all like that" "not even a bit?" "no" "too bad" he smiled and made a step closer to her to where she freaked kicking him down low really hard making him stumble bakwards and fall to the ground. She still had the vile in hand, maybe now would be the best time, she could you know...

'It's a good thing I had my first kiss when I was a kid' she thought to her self pouring the vile into her mouth and walking over to the prince making it seem like he was being kissed but she just made him swallow poison. Though when she moved away he stood up a bit recompose himself "see it isn't all that bad is it?" the prince replied with a sly smile until he felt his body go numb and he couldn't move. She was smiling herself and stepped back enough for a yard to be in between the two.

Alistair watched the scene closely. He couldn't quite remember every person that was associated with the royal family, but he noted the girl's long dark red hair. Given that the prince seemed uncomfortably close to her, Alistair assumed that she worked for them or that she was betrothed to him. But no information of the prince's betrothal to anyone passed his mind. Either way, she didn't seem to like him the way he was hoping.
She gave in and kissed him.
"A kiss so soon?"

He watched as the prince lost his composure and stepped back, away from the girl.
"Odd. Either a bad kiss or..." He remembered her pouring something in her mouth earlier.
"Shit!" It wasn't time for the prince to die.
Alistair put his mask on and leapt down from the wall. As he walked quickly over to the prince and the girl, he pulled a long cloth and a needle laced in poison from his robe. He strode over to the girl and wrapped the cloth around her head, covering her eyes and then pierced her neck with the needle. He whispered to her.
"You won't die."
And then ran to the prince, picked him up, and carried him off.

(Now sure how to react to this since I'm not sure what the needle was supposed to do)

Serene felt an odd presence around her after giving that to the prince, but, after feeling a cloth go over her eyes and a needle at her neck. She felt it peircing her skin slowly, feeling the slight tugging at first, just when she was about to react, she had lost feeling in her body, it was as if she was really sleepy. Though she felt her body slowly sink as she sat on the fountain and waited for it to pass.

(Lmao, that's fine. :yes: )

Alistair had to get the prince help. He debated on whether to leave him in the castle to get help from his aids there or to bring him to the temple. The prince would recover with no ill effects if he took him to the temple. They would be able to help him there. But he didn't know what kind of poison was coursing through the prince's body. He could be dead before he reached the temple. But if he left the prince to the aid of his castle, he may be dead by their hands. He didn't know if this was an individual attack or something decided upon by a group.
"Crap..."
Checking the prince's vitals, Alistair decided that he would risk the trip to the temple. A sure chance that he would be cured if they reached the temple in time was better than the possibility of someone finishing him off here.
Now he just needed to get there.

(well I should be on more now)

After a little while, Serene had been able to move, she was quick at healing because of her ancestors which helped out alot. Realising the prince was still there with this new stranger (I think) Selene stood fully and looked at him, her face showed she was annoyed slightly "Who are you" she asks, stating it as more of a fact that she would rather want to know than have to use force to figure it out. Though she was fine with either way, she was good in battle just not when people invaded her personal space, just like the prince had did. Her fingertips had slight almost visible energy in case of defense needed.

okay this is totally dead