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Lord Gordonis walks out of the inn then, slamming the door so hard the door came off the hinges.
He starts walking off into one of the alleys, and opens his warren.
RPG#3 - Capustan
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Lord Gordonis 
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Posted 20 April 2004 - 01:55 AM
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Posted 16 April 2004 - 03:36 AM
(After a week of no posts 
, better make up for it)
Back alleys in Capustan:
Rane pulled Seevo into the alley. Seevo gripped hold of Rane’s wrist “Thanks friend, but this way,†as he pointed to a different alley.
“But it’s a dead-end,†snapped Rane.
“Go the other way and you’ll be deader. Trust me, †Seevo ran towards the imposing greystone wall. Rane waited for the inevitable thud that never came. Seevo just seemed to get swallowed up by a rent in the fabric of the air.
“Great warrens. Just what I need, “ Rane said deadbeat as he ran the same way.
They were only in the warren of D’riss for maybe a few moments but they both hated it. No matter how many times Seevo used the “back†door he couldn’t get used to grating chalky feeling against his face. Rane although having a similar distaste said nothing of his discomfort. They were in a small dimly lit room, the only light coming from a candle set on a table. The chalky, grimy feeling was all around though they were both most definitely out of the warren.
“Well? What now?â€
“Patience,†Seevo didn’t want to reveal he knew almost as little as his highers as Rane did. “They will come when they are ready. Just sit, there’s some bread and water there if your hungry.†He motioned towards the table with a candle on.
While it didn’t look appetising Rane had to wash the taste of that foul ale out of his mouth. Reluctantly he did as he was bid and set to work on the hunk of bread.
Mid swallow a skinny withered looking man materialised on the stool next to Rane. Rane nearly choked as he spat out the bread, “Hood’s breath, where he come from? You don’t do things by halves round here do ya.†Seevo almost laughed out loud but held his composure. It took a moment for both their eyes to focus on the newcomer; he was of small build, almost sticklike and was garbed in dusty grey robes, which only accentuated his skinny stature. He was most definitely an old guy no question of that Rane could tell from his hunched back and wrinkled hands. But his face was shadowed in the hood of his robes. Seevo knew him as Crai.
“They will see you now.†The robed man declared. His voice rasped like it was an effort to force the words past his teeth.
“Great, another warren?†questioned Rane.
“No I think you can just use that door there,†retorted Seevo pointing to the door behind the Crai.
How did I miss that? Must have been the warrens after affects. “Right of course. And watch your mouth. Remember who just saved you ass back there. I might not be so generous next time.â€
“Right, yes of course, my manners. I do apologise.†Seevo got up and bowed at Rane before making an over courteous gesture to the doorway. Next time, hah, if there is one for you. See what the highers have in store first my friend.
Rane grumbled and walked slowly through the doorway. He noticed a few familiar markings on the door as it closed behind him. His hands moved to nestle all too comfortably on the pommels of his hidden blades. Why do I always end up in these situations? A voice called out up ahead “There’ll be no need for that, I believe you come seeking information. . .â€
Seevo was pacing around the back room chewing down on the remaining bread. What was with that aftertaste of that brew? Crai had disappeared as soon as Rane had passed through the door. Seevo liked Crai he didn’t know why but it was just his sense of the over dramatic and way he spoke or rather the way he didn’t speak. It was Crai who found Seevo and brought him into the Guild but that was a long time ago now and he had learned to respect the wizened old man. Only once had Crai lost his temper during Seevo’s training but that once was one time too often for Seevo’s memory and he pushed it from his mind quickly. Seevo made some intricate hand gestures towards Crai. Crai didn’t seem to take any notice or even acknowledge him and carried on scribing on his parchments. Then after a few moments he made a gesture with his hand before swiftly returning to his ever-present scrolls. Where Crai went so did his papers. Satisfied with Crai’s reply Seevo lay on the stone bench and it didn’t take long before he drifted off. . . Tenar. . . Dessembrae fend will I never be rid if him. . .
, better make up for it)Back alleys in Capustan:
Rane pulled Seevo into the alley. Seevo gripped hold of Rane’s wrist “Thanks friend, but this way,†as he pointed to a different alley.
“But it’s a dead-end,†snapped Rane.
“Go the other way and you’ll be deader. Trust me, †Seevo ran towards the imposing greystone wall. Rane waited for the inevitable thud that never came. Seevo just seemed to get swallowed up by a rent in the fabric of the air.
“Great warrens. Just what I need, “ Rane said deadbeat as he ran the same way.
They were only in the warren of D’riss for maybe a few moments but they both hated it. No matter how many times Seevo used the “back†door he couldn’t get used to grating chalky feeling against his face. Rane although having a similar distaste said nothing of his discomfort. They were in a small dimly lit room, the only light coming from a candle set on a table. The chalky, grimy feeling was all around though they were both most definitely out of the warren.
“Well? What now?â€
“Patience,†Seevo didn’t want to reveal he knew almost as little as his highers as Rane did. “They will come when they are ready. Just sit, there’s some bread and water there if your hungry.†He motioned towards the table with a candle on.
While it didn’t look appetising Rane had to wash the taste of that foul ale out of his mouth. Reluctantly he did as he was bid and set to work on the hunk of bread.
Mid swallow a skinny withered looking man materialised on the stool next to Rane. Rane nearly choked as he spat out the bread, “Hood’s breath, where he come from? You don’t do things by halves round here do ya.†Seevo almost laughed out loud but held his composure. It took a moment for both their eyes to focus on the newcomer; he was of small build, almost sticklike and was garbed in dusty grey robes, which only accentuated his skinny stature. He was most definitely an old guy no question of that Rane could tell from his hunched back and wrinkled hands. But his face was shadowed in the hood of his robes. Seevo knew him as Crai.
“They will see you now.†The robed man declared. His voice rasped like it was an effort to force the words past his teeth.
“Great, another warren?†questioned Rane.
“No I think you can just use that door there,†retorted Seevo pointing to the door behind the Crai.
How did I miss that? Must have been the warrens after affects. “Right of course. And watch your mouth. Remember who just saved you ass back there. I might not be so generous next time.â€
“Right, yes of course, my manners. I do apologise.†Seevo got up and bowed at Rane before making an over courteous gesture to the doorway. Next time, hah, if there is one for you. See what the highers have in store first my friend.
Rane grumbled and walked slowly through the doorway. He noticed a few familiar markings on the door as it closed behind him. His hands moved to nestle all too comfortably on the pommels of his hidden blades. Why do I always end up in these situations? A voice called out up ahead “There’ll be no need for that, I believe you come seeking information. . .â€
Seevo was pacing around the back room chewing down on the remaining bread. What was with that aftertaste of that brew? Crai had disappeared as soon as Rane had passed through the door. Seevo liked Crai he didn’t know why but it was just his sense of the over dramatic and way he spoke or rather the way he didn’t speak. It was Crai who found Seevo and brought him into the Guild but that was a long time ago now and he had learned to respect the wizened old man. Only once had Crai lost his temper during Seevo’s training but that once was one time too often for Seevo’s memory and he pushed it from his mind quickly. Seevo made some intricate hand gestures towards Crai. Crai didn’t seem to take any notice or even acknowledge him and carried on scribing on his parchments. Then after a few moments he made a gesture with his hand before swiftly returning to his ever-present scrolls. Where Crai went so did his papers. Satisfied with Crai’s reply Seevo lay on the stone bench and it didn’t take long before he drifted off. . . Tenar. . . Dessembrae fend will I never be rid if him. . .
#5 Guest_Phelan Riverwind_*
Posted 23 May 2004 - 02:39 PM
He hadn't liked being in cities for long periods of time, likely due to the fact that he drew attention on himself but this city was different, everyone was too worried about their own problems to care about a strangely dressed man strutting around. Phelan was always slinking in the shadows, talking to the wrong kind of people and that had usually ended up with him covered in blood fleeing whatever city or town he was in at the time. He didn't seek out these people they just showed up. He felt more secure with the shadowy blade sitting just behind his back, resting between his shoulder blades, almost as if the sword was a long lost friend that had just come home.
He knew that the weapon didn't fit in with the crowd but what did they care as long as it stayed sheathed. the sword itself was no problem but the Elder warren that had been forged into the metal along with meanas posed somewhat of a quandry for Shadowthrone, as his permission to use said warren had not been asked for, but what did Phelan care for the minds of gods? He hda served Ammanas faithfully for all his life and he needed Kurald Emurlahn to complete its forging, the god would get over it but would his followers?
Rath'Shadowthrone thought himself the most favored and blessed of Shadowthrones disciples but now it appeared that Phelan had just popped out of the crowd with a weapon to usurp his power in a storm of bloodshed and death......................................................Hood should be pleased.
He knew that the weapon didn't fit in with the crowd but what did they care as long as it stayed sheathed. the sword itself was no problem but the Elder warren that had been forged into the metal along with meanas posed somewhat of a quandry for Shadowthrone, as his permission to use said warren had not been asked for, but what did Phelan care for the minds of gods? He hda served Ammanas faithfully for all his life and he needed Kurald Emurlahn to complete its forging, the god would get over it but would his followers?
Rath'Shadowthrone thought himself the most favored and blessed of Shadowthrones disciples but now it appeared that Phelan had just popped out of the crowd with a weapon to usurp his power in a storm of bloodshed and death......................................................Hood should be pleased.
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Lord Gordonis
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Posted 18 June 2004 - 11:01 AM
"So, Eahr, have you got any place of residence or a job yet if you haven't i would offer you to be my personal gaurd and my messenger? Would you like to my residence if you haven't got one?" says Lord Gordonis in a cool but noble like manner.
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Posted 24 March 2004 - 01:30 PM
OOC: first time
IC:
Crouching low on the roof, Taigh watched Seevo meet with the young woman named Tani. He had been watching these two for quite some time, as the Master had ordered. They were members of a guild, and therefore couldn't be trusted. It's a fundamental law of Taigh's life. He had been stalking guild operatives though the streets of the city for weeks now, even during the seige, despite the lack of activity at that time. One can never be too careful. A crisis point was approaching, so the Master said. He had to be wary, men and women would die in the coming weeks, and Taigh was determined not to be one of them.
"You have to keep track of everything. Lose it even for a second all could be lost." Taigh spun, hands reaching for a dagger, even as he registered the Master's voice. He always managed to catch Taigh off-guard; never a sound to herald his arrival.
Taigh grunted his agreement. Conflict amoung the guilds was close, signs of it were everywhere. All Taigh had to do was make sure that nobody was moving against the Master or himself. It was Taigh's job to keep the Master safe; to make sure that none of the petty guilds were aware of the Master while he made the final arrangements towards his plan. He owed this small thing at least to the Master, who had saved his life countless times. Soon the Master would reveal himself in one bloody strike, and Taigh would be at his right-hand to witness it. Years of work would soon come to fruitation.
"Don't worry Master, they squabble amoung themselves. They will not spoil anything."
The Master's satisfaction was plapable in the silence that followed.
Below them the guild operatives concluded their business, unaware of the other meeting being conducted above their heads.
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Cliched, I know, but it's my first time.
IC:
Crouching low on the roof, Taigh watched Seevo meet with the young woman named Tani. He had been watching these two for quite some time, as the Master had ordered. They were members of a guild, and therefore couldn't be trusted. It's a fundamental law of Taigh's life. He had been stalking guild operatives though the streets of the city for weeks now, even during the seige, despite the lack of activity at that time. One can never be too careful. A crisis point was approaching, so the Master said. He had to be wary, men and women would die in the coming weeks, and Taigh was determined not to be one of them.
"You have to keep track of everything. Lose it even for a second all could be lost." Taigh spun, hands reaching for a dagger, even as he registered the Master's voice. He always managed to catch Taigh off-guard; never a sound to herald his arrival.
Taigh grunted his agreement. Conflict amoung the guilds was close, signs of it were everywhere. All Taigh had to do was make sure that nobody was moving against the Master or himself. It was Taigh's job to keep the Master safe; to make sure that none of the petty guilds were aware of the Master while he made the final arrangements towards his plan. He owed this small thing at least to the Master, who had saved his life countless times. Soon the Master would reveal himself in one bloody strike, and Taigh would be at his right-hand to witness it. Years of work would soon come to fruitation.
"Don't worry Master, they squabble amoung themselves. They will not spoil anything."
The Master's satisfaction was plapable in the silence that followed.
Below them the guild operatives concluded their business, unaware of the other meeting being conducted above their heads.
***
Cliched, I know, but it's my first time.
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Posted 27 March 2004 - 04:40 AM
This city wasn't all that bad as Zathaar first thought.
His room on the attic of some lousy inn gave the bit of comfort he needed - a small bit, in truth - and, what was more important, discretion.
He descended down the stairs and went out to the street, unnoticed by the commoners. it was getting dark already, and the surviving domes of the town reflected the dusk's read and violet. 'Short days they have in these parts of the world... he thought. Sometimes he missed his home back at Hissar. His travels took him around 3 continents already though, and he was enjoying the life of a traveller.
He made his way towards the northern part of town.
*******
Finally arriving to the place of his interest, he hid in the shadow, concealing himself with his limited Rashan powers. I should do more to strenghten my magery. Might get more useful than I thought. He wanted to meet Adeaphon Ben Delat one day again. Delat saw the spark of talent inside Zathaar, and gave him the basics of magic usage. They never had enough time for more though, as their ways parted quickly.
He shook his head to clear his thoughts and focused on his task. He probed the surrounding buildings, in search of his target. Ah, there you are... Let's see how proffesional you are, little girl.
Zathaar made his way towards the building, climbed the wall and jumped inside a small window.
'Hello there, Tani.' He said, drawing his scimitar and smiling broadly. 'My name is better left alone now. How about a little chat, involving you, me and some facts about your little employers, hm?'
His room on the attic of some lousy inn gave the bit of comfort he needed - a small bit, in truth - and, what was more important, discretion.
He descended down the stairs and went out to the street, unnoticed by the commoners. it was getting dark already, and the surviving domes of the town reflected the dusk's read and violet. 'Short days they have in these parts of the world... he thought. Sometimes he missed his home back at Hissar. His travels took him around 3 continents already though, and he was enjoying the life of a traveller.
He made his way towards the northern part of town.
*******
Finally arriving to the place of his interest, he hid in the shadow, concealing himself with his limited Rashan powers. I should do more to strenghten my magery. Might get more useful than I thought. He wanted to meet Adeaphon Ben Delat one day again. Delat saw the spark of talent inside Zathaar, and gave him the basics of magic usage. They never had enough time for more though, as their ways parted quickly.
He shook his head to clear his thoughts and focused on his task. He probed the surrounding buildings, in search of his target. Ah, there you are... Let's see how proffesional you are, little girl.
Zathaar made his way towards the building, climbed the wall and jumped inside a small window.
'Hello there, Tani.' He said, drawing his scimitar and smiling broadly. 'My name is better left alone now. How about a little chat, involving you, me and some facts about your little employers, hm?'
It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again; because there is not effort without error and shortcomings; but who does actually strive to do the deed; who knows the great enthusiasm, the great devotion, who spends himself in a worthy cause, who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement and who at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly. So that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat.
#9 Guest_Phelan Riverwind_*
Posted 09 June 2004 - 06:45 PM
He wandered the dark, dank back alleys of the city with a single purpose and a burning desire in his head. He had been betrayed once and now he sought to right a fraction of that grievous wrong.He found the door he was looking for and turned the handle or rather tried to, it was locked. Rather than be subtle and pick the lock which he could do, he instead opened his warren and aimed it at the mall plank of wood that stood as a door, it simply stopped being as his full force was unveiled. Unfortunately for the thieves and such on the other sdie of the door about half of the building went with it. He stepped into the smoldering wreckage of this den of malcontents and ruffians with a determined look set on his face. He reached down and grabbed one of the survivors," Where can I find Mateus?" The man soiled himself and began to cry. " He..he..he lives in a warehouse down by the east gate" And the man passed out. He stepped back into the sun and started off before anyone would arrive to investigate. He made his way down towards the east side And now I shall avenge myselfHe thought as he strolled throught the empty courtyard of a once beautiful manor house, now burned mostly to the ground.
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Posted 22 May 2004 - 02:23 AM
Quietly satisfied, Taigh watched the young woman leave the house. Her hands were shaking and she stode straight out into the street. Unsual thing for assassins to do, he had noticed, thei jobs made them paranoid and secretive, aspects which extended to simple things such as how they chose to travel though the street. That she didn't cling to the shadows told him that she was distraught. Good.
He followed her for only a quater of a bell, until he was sure she wasn't heading back to her guilds' headquaters. Good, he didn't enjoy unnecessary killing.
He walked quickly back to the house where this night's bloody business had all taken place. Someone would be along soon to take over her post and he still had work to do. Hurriedly, he located the young beggar woman found dead in the street eariler this evening. There where plenty of them about - hunger had followed the seige mercilessly.
Carrying her oddly gently into the house, he propped her against the wall. The canister of pitch in he had acquired in anticipation of this job was in his hand. He splashed the pitch over he generously, and he also put some in a roughly circular shape on the wall behind her.
Taigh kept a careful eye on the small blaze, the last thing he wanted was for the flames to spread out of control. When only a skeleton remained, he put out the fire, not without difficulty.
He stood back to admire his handiwork. It was a passible attempt at imitating a socerous conflaration. Hopefully that would be what the investigator would believe had happened.
The last thing he did before leaving the scene was take two broochs out of his deep pockets. They both looked badly scorched. They were guild badges. He placed one on the skeleton's chest and threw the other into a corner of the room.
He had been told the set the guilds against each other; to instigate full-scale guild warfare. He hoped this would work. The involvment of a mage would make the Damned take this incident very seriously indeed.
OOC: sorry folks, it's been awhile. Major computer problems.
He followed her for only a quater of a bell, until he was sure she wasn't heading back to her guilds' headquaters. Good, he didn't enjoy unnecessary killing.
He walked quickly back to the house where this night's bloody business had all taken place. Someone would be along soon to take over her post and he still had work to do. Hurriedly, he located the young beggar woman found dead in the street eariler this evening. There where plenty of them about - hunger had followed the seige mercilessly.
Carrying her oddly gently into the house, he propped her against the wall. The canister of pitch in he had acquired in anticipation of this job was in his hand. He splashed the pitch over he generously, and he also put some in a roughly circular shape on the wall behind her.
Taigh kept a careful eye on the small blaze, the last thing he wanted was for the flames to spread out of control. When only a skeleton remained, he put out the fire, not without difficulty.
He stood back to admire his handiwork. It was a passible attempt at imitating a socerous conflaration. Hopefully that would be what the investigator would believe had happened.
The last thing he did before leaving the scene was take two broochs out of his deep pockets. They both looked badly scorched. They were guild badges. He placed one on the skeleton's chest and threw the other into a corner of the room.
He had been told the set the guilds against each other; to instigate full-scale guild warfare. He hoped this would work. The involvment of a mage would make the Damned take this incident very seriously indeed.
OOC: sorry folks, it's been awhile. Major computer problems.
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Lord Gordonis
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Posted 25 March 2004 - 07:55 AM
As Lord Gordonis sitting in a corner on his own, in the Shield inn having an ale.
hopefully i can implement our plan soon
OOC:huzzah its started
hopefully i can implement our plan soon
OOC:huzzah its started
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Posted 26 March 2004 - 09:32 AM
Saul glared up at Gordornis, a scowl on his face. "What are you doing you imbecile?! We aren't supposed to know each other you fool!" he barked in a harsh whisper. "Now piss off before you ruin everything... Oh go on, I need a bloody drink. You're paying mind." The oddly matched pair turned and walked back into the inn.
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Posted 11 May 2004 - 12:04 AM
She slowly edged into the room, her moccasins making no sound as she patted forward. The first thing she saw as she had come back into her watch room were a set of footprints... in blood... The trail came from the back room. The door was slightly ajar; it should have been locked. Tani knew that door was the only way in or out, and if that blood belonged to the occupants in the back room, she was in grave danger.
Once she had reached the door, she slowly opened it further to let herself pass through. Certain that there was no one left living in the room, she straightened and walked to the bodies that now lay mishappen on the floor. All four of them were dead. Her mind was spinning. She tried to recount the events leading up to the sudden appearance of the stranger, and then the events that followed. Was a quarter of a bell sufficient time to kill these hapless people? Ofcourse it was. But was it him? Or was there someone else here aswell? Hood's Balls on a freakin' kebab! Tani... No, best to leave Tani behind now, she never existed... Byntor felt like a fool, she knew she should never have tried to lead the stranger to the roof. But it was too late now. She swung around and made for the exit to the hovel, abandoning her watching post. They would punish her for the deaths of the occupants from the back room. They might even kill her... Well she wasnt going to hang around to find out. Once outside in the night air, she crept silently along, staying in shadows.
Byntor was shaking. She was Tani no more. She just hoped she would never see Seevo again. If so, well, I will just kill the bastard... Her nerves were starting to settle. She made her way through dark alleys accross the city, to find an inn where she knew nobody from the Guild would be.
Once she had reached the door, she slowly opened it further to let herself pass through. Certain that there was no one left living in the room, she straightened and walked to the bodies that now lay mishappen on the floor. All four of them were dead. Her mind was spinning. She tried to recount the events leading up to the sudden appearance of the stranger, and then the events that followed. Was a quarter of a bell sufficient time to kill these hapless people? Ofcourse it was. But was it him? Or was there someone else here aswell? Hood's Balls on a freakin' kebab! Tani... No, best to leave Tani behind now, she never existed... Byntor felt like a fool, she knew she should never have tried to lead the stranger to the roof. But it was too late now. She swung around and made for the exit to the hovel, abandoning her watching post. They would punish her for the deaths of the occupants from the back room. They might even kill her... Well she wasnt going to hang around to find out. Once outside in the night air, she crept silently along, staying in shadows.
Byntor was shaking. She was Tani no more. She just hoped she would never see Seevo again. If so, well, I will just kill the bastard... Her nerves were starting to settle. She made her way through dark alleys accross the city, to find an inn where she knew nobody from the Guild would be.
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Posted 06 April 2004 - 01:12 PM
Stopping only to watch the bustle of life in the city, Tenar headed back to Trakes..
Why in the hells did I come here? Hood knows.. but I dont!
He turned into the alley, only to run into a man seeming to come out of nowhere..
"SEEVO!"
Tenar turned and grabbed the grey cloaked man by the throat, pinning him to the side of the alley, knocking the assorted detrius out of the way..
"I thought I recognised you, what the hell are you doing here?? I should just kill you now and save the city guard the bother"
"Tenar.. I heard you were dead!? Looks like I heard right.."
Tenar felt the knife slide into his ribs, the explosion of pain filling his chest, and releasing his grip on the wraithlike guild member, slid to his knee`s
"Should have stayed dead Tenar, the Turoki dont like having to do things more than once!"
Tenar looked up towards his would be killer..
"then I must REALLY piss you off!"
Tenar lashed out towards the turoki, knocking the dagger from his grip.
"You should know by now, im not easily distracted.."
Seevo almost looked amused as tenar raised himself once more and Started towards him.
Tenar swung a solid punch towards him, and found himself falling as he was kicked in the back of the knee.
"This cant be one of your "People" can it?"
The soldier sidesteped as Tenar aimed a kick at him.
"Oh, no Tenar is just.."
Seevo looked almost aprehensive
"Unfinished business"
"Well, he is business that will have to wait"
Longfox pulled Seevo out of the alleyway leaving the fighter bleeding and frustrated..
Tenar glanced about the alleyway seeing the two men who had stopped to watch the brief interlude.
"you wanna watch?? BUY A DAMN TICKET!!"
Why in the hells did I come here? Hood knows.. but I dont!
He turned into the alley, only to run into a man seeming to come out of nowhere..
"SEEVO!"
Tenar turned and grabbed the grey cloaked man by the throat, pinning him to the side of the alley, knocking the assorted detrius out of the way..
"I thought I recognised you, what the hell are you doing here?? I should just kill you now and save the city guard the bother"
"Tenar.. I heard you were dead!? Looks like I heard right.."
Tenar felt the knife slide into his ribs, the explosion of pain filling his chest, and releasing his grip on the wraithlike guild member, slid to his knee`s
"Should have stayed dead Tenar, the Turoki dont like having to do things more than once!"
Tenar looked up towards his would be killer..
"then I must REALLY piss you off!"
Tenar lashed out towards the turoki, knocking the dagger from his grip.
"You should know by now, im not easily distracted.."
Seevo almost looked amused as tenar raised himself once more and Started towards him.
Tenar swung a solid punch towards him, and found himself falling as he was kicked in the back of the knee.
"This cant be one of your "People" can it?"
The soldier sidesteped as Tenar aimed a kick at him.
"Oh, no Tenar is just.."
Seevo looked almost aprehensive
"Unfinished business"
"Well, he is business that will have to wait"
Longfox pulled Seevo out of the alleyway leaving the fighter bleeding and frustrated..
Tenar glanced about the alleyway seeing the two men who had stopped to watch the brief interlude.
"you wanna watch?? BUY A DAMN TICKET!!"
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Posted 28 March 2004 - 06:20 PM
OOC: Almost missed it.
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The man had startled her. She didn't even realize she was being attacked until he landed his second blow. He was thrown off balance when she dropped to the ground and she swiftly drove her knife between his ribs. Now he lay in a pool of blood beside her. "Why!" she shouted at his corpse. Her hands were shaking and she felt sick. She glanced at him. Oh, no. Not a guild member. She hadn't been in the city long enough to know what guild symbol it was but there was no mistaking what it meant. She got to her feet and ran as fast as she could not even bothering to see if anyone was watching.
IC:
The man had startled her. She didn't even realize she was being attacked until he landed his second blow. He was thrown off balance when she dropped to the ground and she swiftly drove her knife between his ribs. Now he lay in a pool of blood beside her. "Why!" she shouted at his corpse. Her hands were shaking and she felt sick. She glanced at him. Oh, no. Not a guild member. She hadn't been in the city long enough to know what guild symbol it was but there was no mistaking what it meant. She got to her feet and ran as fast as she could not even bothering to see if anyone was watching.
#16 Guest_Phelan Riverwind_*
Posted 01 April 2004 - 03:47 PM
The man walked down the street casting cautious glances at all the assortment of people passing through the city. They all looked like something good was on the horizon even those who were brave enough to stay during the siege. He slowly slid to the left side of the cobbled street he was on and quickly he ducked into a side alley.
After shambling down this alley for quite some time he emerged in a small unoccupied square, barely ten paces wide. He knelt down and lifted several flagstones, about thirty in all and beneath them was a large rectangular steel box. he pulled this container free of its earthen hiding place and setting it gingerly down next to him.
The box itself was as long as he was tall and bout three hands wide, it was heavy as sin but he pulled it free with ease.After he had replaced the stones he turned to the box and opened his tunic slightly pulled out a small iron key which he fitted into the lock on the lid of the container.With a small click it popped open and a stale musty scent wafted out.
Inside was a large cloth covered bundle and two smaller bundles. He pulled the small ones out first and unraveled the cloth slowly, into his hand dropped two long bone hilted knives still smelling of blood, he drew one out of its sheath and upon the blade......wet blood.The blades had been sealed here since shortly after the siege of pale. This seemed like the most unlikely place to hide them so thats where they went.he set them down at his side and grasped the long, wide bundle with longing.When he pulled the cloth free of this object a massive Obsidian broadsword was uncovered, this sword almost pulsed with the energies of Meanas and Kurald Emurlahn intertwined.
He knew little of Emurlahn but practiced often with Meanas and this blade was enchanted long before he had come to own it but until him no man could even lift it and it was gifted to him by unseen forces in the night.
Underneath the sword were a couple of articles of clothing which he changed into, throwing away the disguise that got him this far.He slung the immense sword on his back and covered it with an ay pelt that was in the box.Along with the pelt his baggy trousers were also included in his stash.He stuck both knives in his belt and tossed the box into a corner, he got up and walked out of the alley now wearing no shirt and his large oversized pants with his pelt across his back almost concealing the sword of Shadow.He walked away from the alley and faded into the crowd
After shambling down this alley for quite some time he emerged in a small unoccupied square, barely ten paces wide. He knelt down and lifted several flagstones, about thirty in all and beneath them was a large rectangular steel box. he pulled this container free of its earthen hiding place and setting it gingerly down next to him.
The box itself was as long as he was tall and bout three hands wide, it was heavy as sin but he pulled it free with ease.After he had replaced the stones he turned to the box and opened his tunic slightly pulled out a small iron key which he fitted into the lock on the lid of the container.With a small click it popped open and a stale musty scent wafted out.
Inside was a large cloth covered bundle and two smaller bundles. He pulled the small ones out first and unraveled the cloth slowly, into his hand dropped two long bone hilted knives still smelling of blood, he drew one out of its sheath and upon the blade......wet blood.The blades had been sealed here since shortly after the siege of pale. This seemed like the most unlikely place to hide them so thats where they went.he set them down at his side and grasped the long, wide bundle with longing.When he pulled the cloth free of this object a massive Obsidian broadsword was uncovered, this sword almost pulsed with the energies of Meanas and Kurald Emurlahn intertwined.
He knew little of Emurlahn but practiced often with Meanas and this blade was enchanted long before he had come to own it but until him no man could even lift it and it was gifted to him by unseen forces in the night.
Underneath the sword were a couple of articles of clothing which he changed into, throwing away the disguise that got him this far.He slung the immense sword on his back and covered it with an ay pelt that was in the box.Along with the pelt his baggy trousers were also included in his stash.He stuck both knives in his belt and tossed the box into a corner, he got up and walked out of the alley now wearing no shirt and his large oversized pants with his pelt across his back almost concealing the sword of Shadow.He walked away from the alley and faded into the crowd
#17
Lord Gordonis
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Posted 26 March 2004 - 01:58 AM
As Lord Gordonis came out of the Shield inn, he saw Saul limping up the main street. He waited for Saul by the inn,
"Would you like a drink, master, and also we can talk about other things...."
"Would you like a drink, master, and also we can talk about other things...."
#18 Guest__*
Posted 02 April 2004 - 05:42 PM
In Trake’s Inn
Rane looked up and cleared his throat. “Well your bartender friend over there, pointed me in his direction, when I enquired about purchasing new weapons.â€
“Hah, always fooling around is Kenbre. Leak wouldn’t know a good blade if it up and ripped him a new one. And they often try too.†Seevo looked over at the smashed window and then at Kenbre the bartender. “Hope that covers it.†Turning back to Rane. “More likely them two have got something going on. Talkative chap aren’t ya? Jumping straight to the bit, what draws you to this cesspit of the empire?â€
“Talking is a pointless exercise. I prefer these to do the talking,†Rane pulled back his green cloak to reveal the dual hilts of his Scimitars hidden underneath. “But I came hoping to find news of someone.â€
“Whoah, easy there. I don’t know who you are but this ain’t the place to be fighting. Word gets around about troublemakers, fast. But if it’s information you’re looking for then look no further.â€
Settling down, Rane replied. “How can I trust you?â€
“You can’t but, what am I gonna do? You look like you can handle yourself and me, I wouldn’t take my abilities on what I did to Leak there, the little weasel that he is. Plus information doesn’t normally come a knocking like this.â€
“Very well.†Rane said with a resigned look etched on his weathered face. “I’m looking for. . . a friend. . . well actually my sister. Last time I heard she went by the name of Jueni, Longfox.â€
“Longfox, Longfox, sounds familiar. But I can’t place it. But I know someone or rather some people that might.†Seevo’s thinlips parted in a sly smile.
“People? Now why does that sound like how I don’t want it too.â€
“My highers may be able to help out, but there will be a price.†Seevo leant in close to Ranes ear. “You in?â€
“Why not? When do we leave?â€
“Now.â€
This seems strangely familiar thought Rane. Hear we go again. Seevo however was elsewhere. What they want with this guy and where in hells bells is that uniform from.The two chance companions downed their drinks and left together. As they passed out into the street sudden realisation hit Seevo I haven’t seen those two in here before. “You better be swift, Rane.†As he took off down the street. “Follow me.â€
Rane looked up and cleared his throat. “Well your bartender friend over there, pointed me in his direction, when I enquired about purchasing new weapons.â€
“Hah, always fooling around is Kenbre. Leak wouldn’t know a good blade if it up and ripped him a new one. And they often try too.†Seevo looked over at the smashed window and then at Kenbre the bartender. “Hope that covers it.†Turning back to Rane. “More likely them two have got something going on. Talkative chap aren’t ya? Jumping straight to the bit, what draws you to this cesspit of the empire?â€
“Talking is a pointless exercise. I prefer these to do the talking,†Rane pulled back his green cloak to reveal the dual hilts of his Scimitars hidden underneath. “But I came hoping to find news of someone.â€
“Whoah, easy there. I don’t know who you are but this ain’t the place to be fighting. Word gets around about troublemakers, fast. But if it’s information you’re looking for then look no further.â€
Settling down, Rane replied. “How can I trust you?â€
“You can’t but, what am I gonna do? You look like you can handle yourself and me, I wouldn’t take my abilities on what I did to Leak there, the little weasel that he is. Plus information doesn’t normally come a knocking like this.â€
“Very well.†Rane said with a resigned look etched on his weathered face. “I’m looking for. . . a friend. . . well actually my sister. Last time I heard she went by the name of Jueni, Longfox.â€
“Longfox, Longfox, sounds familiar. But I can’t place it. But I know someone or rather some people that might.†Seevo’s thinlips parted in a sly smile.
“People? Now why does that sound like how I don’t want it too.â€
“My highers may be able to help out, but there will be a price.†Seevo leant in close to Ranes ear. “You in?â€
“Why not? When do we leave?â€
“Now.â€
This seems strangely familiar thought Rane. Hear we go again. Seevo however was elsewhere. What they want with this guy and where in hells bells is that uniform from.The two chance companions downed their drinks and left together. As they passed out into the street sudden realisation hit Seevo I haven’t seen those two in here before. “You better be swift, Rane.†As he took off down the street. “Follow me.â€
#19
Iron Bars
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Posted 27 March 2004 - 07:19 AM
“It’s been a while Jeras and you still haven’t learned a thing I seeâ€
“You should look again Mechail. Especially at the knife pointed at your balls. Trying to sneak up on me with your Meneas isn’t the welcome I expected."
“Where’d you pick up that trickâ€
“None of you’re business “
“Master wants to talk to youâ€
“He already knows I here?â€
After a quick walk they enter the newly rebuild mansion. Two Gidath where guarding the door. “Where are the others†Jeras asked. “Harp and I are the only ones left.†Mechail answered. “We where in the Thrall when the siege started and where protected by a shield made by the Barghast to protect there gods.â€
They waited for a couple of minutes and then entered the room where the masked priest was waiting.
“It took you a long time to get here Jeras but at least you’re alive.â€
“I glad to be back in you’re service master.â€
The mask made a sneer at that comment. And went on with telling him about the renewed activity of the guilds in the city and the arrival of a new guild who had taken some of the men he wanted away.
“You will start by tracking them down and finding out what there up to. Harp has found one of them in a new inn called Trake’s breath. Meet him there. Mechail will give you directions.â€
A man came flying out of a window when he was entering the establishment called Trake’s breath. The smell told him he was in the right place. Harp was sitting in a corner to the right. He ordered a beer and walked up to his old friend.
“Heard you were back.â€
“Who are we watching?â€
“The two men sitting over there.â€
He indicated a man who looked like a soldier and the man he was talking to.
“You should look again Mechail. Especially at the knife pointed at your balls. Trying to sneak up on me with your Meneas isn’t the welcome I expected."
“Where’d you pick up that trickâ€
“None of you’re business “
“Master wants to talk to youâ€
“He already knows I here?â€
After a quick walk they enter the newly rebuild mansion. Two Gidath where guarding the door. “Where are the others†Jeras asked. “Harp and I are the only ones left.†Mechail answered. “We where in the Thrall when the siege started and where protected by a shield made by the Barghast to protect there gods.â€
They waited for a couple of minutes and then entered the room where the masked priest was waiting.
“It took you a long time to get here Jeras but at least you’re alive.â€
“I glad to be back in you’re service master.â€
The mask made a sneer at that comment. And went on with telling him about the renewed activity of the guilds in the city and the arrival of a new guild who had taken some of the men he wanted away.
“You will start by tracking them down and finding out what there up to. Harp has found one of them in a new inn called Trake’s breath. Meet him there. Mechail will give you directions.â€
A man came flying out of a window when he was entering the establishment called Trake’s breath. The smell told him he was in the right place. Harp was sitting in a corner to the right. He ordered a beer and walked up to his old friend.
“Heard you were back.â€
“Who are we watching?â€
“The two men sitting over there.â€
He indicated a man who looked like a soldier and the man he was talking to.
#20 Guest__*
Posted 27 March 2004 - 06:29 AM
Opening his eyes Seevo groaned at the aches in his lower back. I knew I shouldn’t have overdone the rooftop trekking last night. He kept himself amused with the fact that little Tani was probably suffering from the same aches now. But a new mission was a new mission. Never one to admonish his diligence to the guild highers it was the quickest route to the nondescript building opposite the west gate. After registering his complaint, which was quickly dismissed, he had been told to find and get aquainted with a newcomer in town. Some foreign soldier type they had observed entering early in the day. Why? Unsurprisingly they didn’t say. The description they gave him was about 6ft, broad shouldered, long greying dark hair wearing some new military outfit, green and red. Probably a renegade looking for “work†and there is going to be a lot of that considering all the newcomers coming to take advantage of the weakened city. Shouldn’t be too hard to find. Newcomers always stand out and with my contacts. . .
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It was nearing midday and Seevo’s “contacts†had proven very unforthcoming with information. Perhaps the increased guild activity was making them uneasy or maybe some was paying them more. There was one last person he could call on, but that meant going to the stinking cesspool of an inn that was Trake’s Breath. And man that place lived up to its name. It wasn’t that the clientel wasn’t good it was just that it was built atop the ruins of a collapsed home during the last battle for Capustan. The building collapsed when all the dead had been dragged out. The smell had yet to do the same. Why people went was beyond him.
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Stepping inside the inn Seevo walked to the bar and scanned around nonchalantly for the one called Leak.
“Your usual patron?†the barman said.
“Don’t call me patron, you know it annoys me. And yeah that’ll do fine thanks.â€
As Seevo’s gaze penetrated the gloom of the inn he spotted Leak and more importantly the man he was talking too. He was dressed in green and red.
“Thanks Aranas and keep the change for the broken glass.â€
“What glass?â€
Seevo walked briskly over to the table where leak was seated, picked up the scrawny little weasel of a man and with through him out the window. The room went silent. “And don’t come back till you’ve got what you owe!†Looking back at the table the man in green and red was clearly disturbed and his hands were concealed.
“Sorry there but some people never learn. And I seem to have spilled your drink here take this, it’s better than that crap. Aranas another of the same please.†Aranas scowled and muttered some curse whilst pulling the beer. The room’s general hubbub slowly returned and the man opposite him seemd to relax a little.
“Now then what did that worthless rat want with an honest looking man such as yourself?â€
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It was nearing midday and Seevo’s “contacts†had proven very unforthcoming with information. Perhaps the increased guild activity was making them uneasy or maybe some was paying them more. There was one last person he could call on, but that meant going to the stinking cesspool of an inn that was Trake’s Breath. And man that place lived up to its name. It wasn’t that the clientel wasn’t good it was just that it was built atop the ruins of a collapsed home during the last battle for Capustan. The building collapsed when all the dead had been dragged out. The smell had yet to do the same. Why people went was beyond him.
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Stepping inside the inn Seevo walked to the bar and scanned around nonchalantly for the one called Leak.
“Your usual patron?†the barman said.
“Don’t call me patron, you know it annoys me. And yeah that’ll do fine thanks.â€
As Seevo’s gaze penetrated the gloom of the inn he spotted Leak and more importantly the man he was talking too. He was dressed in green and red.
“Thanks Aranas and keep the change for the broken glass.â€
“What glass?â€
Seevo walked briskly over to the table where leak was seated, picked up the scrawny little weasel of a man and with through him out the window. The room went silent. “And don’t come back till you’ve got what you owe!†Looking back at the table the man in green and red was clearly disturbed and his hands were concealed.
“Sorry there but some people never learn. And I seem to have spilled your drink here take this, it’s better than that crap. Aranas another of the same please.†Aranas scowled and muttered some curse whilst pulling the beer. The room’s general hubbub slowly returned and the man opposite him seemd to relax a little.
“Now then what did that worthless rat want with an honest looking man such as yourself?â€
