One of the characters in my Barebones Wuxia! game insulted a very powerful minister (eunuch). The character's family was murdered a while back. The minister has sent his man to find out just who the character is. He knows that he works as a constable under the local magistrate, Ji Tong.
A dark figure, barely discernible against the black of night lands whisper quiet from a leap that took it over the tribunal wall and into the back courtyard. The loose clothing hides the strong physique of a very accomplished swordsman. A round bamboo hat with veil conceals his features. The sword strapped across his back punctuates his smooth outline.
He dashes across the paved stones, not making a sound. Hearing the footsteps and seeing the approaching glow of a silk lantern, he draws two knives and presses himself against the wall of a building right below the pale glow coming from a papered window. The constables pass not three feet from him. They do not notice him as they continue their patrol. He re-sheaths his knives.
Wetting a finger, he gently rubs the paper in one of the window squares until a small hole forms. Taking a quick peak, he memorizes the contents of the room.
From his sleeve, he draws two small silver needles. He flicks first one wrist, then a second later the other, both towards the paper window. He then flips the window up and leaps in. One of the needles snuffs out the candle, the other ends it’s quick journey behind the ear of the on-duty constable. The very expensive poison instantly robs him of consciousness. He doesn’t have time to notice that the room is already dark. As he falls the figure in black catches him and lowers the constable to the floor then pulls out the needle.
From his waistband, he brings forth a tiny bottle. He pulls the silk plug from the top and dabs the end of the bottle onto a finger. He places the finger drop on each eye and waits a few moments until the dark of night peals back as if the candle were once again lit. Looking around the room, he darts over to a cabinet. Quickly rifling through the various ledgers he finds what he is looking for. He opens the salary schedule and reads down the list of constables until he reaches the list of Ji Tong’s elite. He finds the name he is looking for but, no, it only shows a nickname. He lifts his chin, thinking for a moment. The room dims a little, the power of the drops in his eyes beginning to fade.
He opens one cabinet, then another. Finally he crouches down and opens a third and begins examining the tags on the scrolls he finds there. He quickly figures out the method of their arrangement and then selects the one he needs. He opens the hiring document and by the time he finds what he is looking for the room dims yet again. He can barely make out the name written there, “Yun Hao!” His eyes widen! For the first time in many months his heart pounds, his failure beginning to cloud his thoughts. The room dims yet again. He has only moments before the dark of night returns. He focusses on the task at hand.
He puts the scroll back and closes the cabinet. He quickly steps over to the guard and strikes him three times with his fingers at specific accupoint locations. He removes a second small bottle from his waist band, carefully unstoppers it and waves it beneath the nose of the unconscious guard. The guard inhales the strange fumes and his eyes snap open. He is wide-awake but unable to move.
The dark dressed man moves his hands in an intricate pattern and a pale glow appears briefly around his fingers before disappearing. The room becomes dark again. Starlight from outside illuminates the white squares of the paper window.
“You have had a tiring day”, the man in black says in the darkness. “You will close your eyes for just a little while. There are many guards patrolling. It is quite safe. You will sleep until near dawn then wake up, feeling refreshed. You will feel ashamed at having slept while on duty and will speak to no one of it. You will remember nothing else of this night.”
He then pricks the guard with the same poisoned needle and strikes him once more with his fingers to disable the accupoint strikes. As he stands up in the dark room, without bothering to look, he reaches across to a shelf and plucks out the needle that had flown through the paper of the window, snuffed out the candle and then lodged in the shelf. He crosses the room, again lifts the window and glances outside. With no sign of patrols he exits the room and quietly lowers the window again.
As he quickly makes his way across the courtyard and leaps up over the wall, he wonders about his next path. Should he simply report the name he found and thus expose his failure to destroy an entire clan? Or should he clean up his mess and then report his failure? As he quietly lands on the street flagstones, he decides it is best to hide nothing. He will send a carrier pigeon to his master in the morning with the name he found. In the meantime he will figure out how best to kill Yun Hao!