Grimnebulin
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Post by Grimnebulin on Feb 16, 2008 8:18:00 GMT -5
"Your name is Marcela, isn't it?"
The Guild's dungeons were damp, dark and unpleasant. Hybrandt was very happy he was on the right side of the bars.
"Espionage." Hybrandt grinned. "We don't like that. It was foolish of you to think we'd swallow your story. The Ale'eno Elves are all dead. Everybody knows that. The Empire has boasted about it for weeks. Where are you from, really?" No answer. "Are you awake?" He threw a little pebble towards the shape of the elf.
"Hey, you're in luck." Hybrandt rose. "I am a Necromancer." He rose further, now standing completely upright. "And I have strange and terrible powers." He spoke a quick spell under his breath. Little green lights started to flow around him. He had used this tactic on all female prisoners since he joined the Guild. Usually, they were a bit more interested by now.
He bent over again, lowering his voice. "You don't want to die here. I can help. Just say the word, and I can get you out of here. For a price." His eyes scouted the shape of the Elf. "You have money, right? I accept payment 'in kind', too." He stood upright again. "Anyway, think about it. I'll retreat to my quarters now." Hybrandt turned around. Maybe she would react now. Maybe later. She would have to respond eventually, though.
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Post by Gin on Feb 16, 2008 9:55:09 GMT -5
Lediw walked in a calm phase, the green palletted field seemed endless, well until you looked a little higher to find the smoking town ahead of him, "Wonderful..." he spoke to himself letting himself breath in for a moment, "No rain in 2 days, could it be better?" he said out liud to himself and sat down for a while along the road to gain the sun into his eyes and litted a cigarr of sort...
He had just been out hunting a couple of rabbits down for tonights dinner, the day after and well that way around... Feeling the warmth against his face as the sunrays fell onto the sky to enlight this part of the planet, incredible... *Mh, wonder what to do next... Ah, pay my bills to the guild of course... It is hard borrowing money, but that's how it is... the next day you're rich and the other you're poor...* Lediw thought and finally layed down to rest in the high grass beside him...
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Post by Crow on Feb 16, 2008 12:57:44 GMT -5
The unusual man was jumping from table to table as angry bouncers tried to rip him off. He was strumming his lute and singing a rather out of the way tune that was just hectic enough to make the scene look comical. He soon got bored of the tables however and started skipping over the bouncer's heads like stones in a river. When he jumped off the last one he did a 180 spin in the air, putting the lute to the last guy's head with that strange noise only a string instrument could make. He laughed, "Thank you! You've been a great audience! Goodnight!" He bowed and suddenly sidestepped to let the man trying to tackle him open the door, which he did with a loud crash. He ran out of the bar and walked down the street, drawing stares from all over due to his unusual clothes. *Not a more typical show.....more for fun I suppose* He thought, as he made his way down the street wondering that the hell he was supposed to do now.
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Post by Da Pwny on Feb 16, 2008 13:33:40 GMT -5
Marcela caught the stone with ease and heaved it back, secretly hoping she could nail the jerk in the head. No light show was going to make her feel any more pleasant at this particular moment. "I've been traveling for three bloody months, and this is the reception I get?! I demand to know what kind of malicious ruse this it! All my papers are in order, and I have the letter straight from my elder's hands in my own right here, untouched since he sealed it himself! I came here on business, not to be blackmailed out of what I was given; I carry only what you see here, and I plan very much upon leaving with most of it!" Or at least, she had.
It wasn't but the first day that she'd walked in through the gates of Midvile that she'd been arrested, searched, and had her possessions confiscated, all because these d**n cold-blooded killers were more paranoid than a high-stakes gambler on a rush. And then they threw her in here, claiming that she was a spy from some foreign empire. Marcela had never been to a big city before, but so far as she was concerned, it was overrated by her experiences so far; if this was how every large city treated those who were not born and bred behind their walls, then she wanted nothing to do with it. In fact, if it weren't for the elder's decree that someone needed to come to this god-forsaken place...
"I have done nothing wrong, and I do not have any malicious intentions to begin with! I had not even cross the thresholded of the city before I was set upon! This is an outrage, and your superiors will be hearing from me soon enough." Having finished spitting for the moment, she crossed her arms, slinking back, more put off than she'd ever been before in her life. This was a misunderstanding of epic proportions; she had left the clan no more than three months prior, almost two and a half years after the raids had begun. Everyone she knew was still alive when she left, and had survived all the previous attacks; so why was this popping up just now, unless it was a total farce and someone did not want her around. 'I guess there's always the mercenaries...' she mumbled to herself; as soon as she got out of here, there would be hell to pay for this 'mistake', and someone was going to end up in her cell for it after she was through...
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Grimnebulin
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Post by Grimnebulin on Feb 16, 2008 14:44:00 GMT -5
Hybrandt grinned. This was a feisty one! He turned around, smiling smugly, and leaned his elbow on the edge of the small window. "Tell you what."he said. If you're speaking the truth, it should be easy to prove. Just give me this letter, and I will get it to the authorities. After the review process, which should be over in, I don't know" He gazed upward for a moment and tapped his chin. "Three days maybe. Then we'll look at your case again, and who knows, you might get lucky. Or you could take up my offer, and get lucky no matter what. Or you could stay in this cell for the rest of your life, which would be a couple of months, maybe." He grinned again, and stuck two fingers through the bars. "Just give me your letter... If you really have one."
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Post by knightc3 on Feb 16, 2008 15:07:50 GMT -5
Derek had been lying down quietly, unnoticed on a high, thick tree branch next to the main road leading to Midvale. He was hidden behind a thick brush of leaves and looked like he was asleep. The only mistake with that image was that his eyes were open, staring into nothingness. He was trusting his hearing to warn him of any movement around him.
He was still thinking about the elf he had seen walk past a few hours back. This was something he would have usually reported a few years or months back, but not anymore. He didn't know what he was doing anymore.
Now it was nothing more than a personal curiosity, or at least thats what he believed it to be, to know why this elf had made the long journey from her home Midvale. It could be only two things. Either she was a messenger of some kind or a revengeful daughter or sister wanting to join the guild. He assumed it was the latter. He would find out soon enough. In the meantime, he just lay there, giving his body the rest it needed.
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Post by Da Pwny on Feb 16, 2008 15:53:34 GMT -5
Marcela reached into her shirt, the one place the guards hadn't looked, and pulled out the letter.. However, she trusted this man as much as a common bandit; with a few of her own fingers securing the letter in her hands, she waved it a few inches from the man's finger mockingly for a second, then put it close enough to snatch it up. The material it was made of was not easily torn nor cut, nor could it be easily burned or corroded away, and water would not blur the letters on it. It was not magical, but it was about as tough as plate armor and made to last at least until it got into the proper hands. Only Marcela knew the spell for which to destroy it, and that was just in case it fell into the wrong hands. Like, per say, those of the Empire; by simply chanting those words from her mouth anywhere she was, and the paper would crumble into dust too fine to read.
"Make sure this gets there in one piece" she growled, letting go of it in good faith that this necromancer would keep to his word, even though he was as trustworthy to her at the moment as a weasel. Still, she had few choices, one of them being to stay here and rot away for all eternity. That wasn't the most pleasant thought to Marcela. At least she'd have some entertainment watching him try and destroy that which should not be... About as amusing as it had been to watch the guards get burned while trying to riffle through her bag, and ended up getting a faceful of flame-dust for it... she'd been beaten for that, but it was hilarious nonetheless...
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Grimnebulin
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Post by Grimnebulin on Feb 17, 2008 4:39:57 GMT -5
Hybrandt grinned again. "Right... I'll get on it right away. See you later, baby." He walked away.
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When he was out of the prisons, blinking a couple of times at the sudden increase in light, he looked at the letter. It was closed by an official-looking - and elvish-looking - seal. Still, that didn't prove anything, and the elf's other possessions had been trapped, too. The letter might be cursed, or poisoned. Still, if that was true, the elf would probably have given the letter right away. Better to think it over for a couple of hours. Hybrandt put the letter in his pocket and decided to go to the nice little pub in town first.
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Post by Gin on Feb 17, 2008 5:33:07 GMT -5
Lediw had arised from the high grass and was once again on his way.
With a few pounds at weight on his back he took the road on all four at comfortable phase, the blue sky was really something today and the wierd feelings during the rain period seemed to have disappeared for a while now... A couple of deers could be seen at the field beside the road, and somehow since a long time now it felt really peaceful if you didn't include the empire, their filthy new rules about wanting to start taking road taxes along the way to Midvale which was actually really irretating.
He had started to think about what he'd need to shop for his home and honey seemed as a good idea and specially when it was for free and a little struggle... *I wonder if it could be some some honey by that tree over there?* he thought as he walked along the road to Midvale...
Lediw had noticed a tree ahead of him which he in calm approached through a few bushes.
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Post by knightc3 on Feb 17, 2008 6:31:51 GMT -5
Derek heard something stir close by. Something was making its way towards the bushes. He tensed a bit, hoping he wouldn't have to reveal his position. To his relief whatever it was, climbed a tree close by. He kept looking at the source of the noise, ready and alert if something were to happen.
He realized he had chosen a bad spot, too close to the road. He made it a point to move back when the creature was gone.
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Post by Da Pwny on Feb 17, 2008 11:01:32 GMT -5
The spell that had been cast upon the letter forced Marcela to feel every grimy hand it went through, just so she'd know who opened it first and if anyone had opened it in between its journey to the rightful hands. She felt a cool rush come over her when she realized that the letter hadn't been opened yet; the longer it stayed closed, the better chance of it getting into the right hands and the less chance that Marcela would have to destroy it...
Laying back on the old, smelly, moldy thing these people called a 'bed', Marcela began to cry a little bit. She was far from home, treated like junk, and tired of the mess that she was in. What was all this nonsense about her people being dead?! That letter would prove everything she said was true... she just hoped that that accursed death mage would actually hold to his word...
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Post by Vaidia on Feb 17, 2008 21:25:15 GMT -5
The subtle, unpleasant smell of decay, flaking its self into the air: waifing in, out and in between each miserable soul living. Mold, stenching the air, weighing it down, making it too heavy to breath in completely. Nauseating, a horrid taste upon the tongue and mind it would surely be. A hateful, unbearable experience; something that tickled each sense with a spiked feather, drawing the bloods of loathing and misery. In any others eyes, this would be seen as torture, a moment of humanity best left forgotten, a thing of unpleasant mortality and shame.
Any other would be alive enough to enjoy this.
The dungeons, hated for these reasons, hated even more because they could not provide any of their delectable loathings to her. Those things that were known to her only through the rumors of voice haunted her each and every second her body would take a breath... If she were human. Hence, why she was down here. A punishment for being rude to a noble who requested her services. They had thought it fit to treat her to a meal, but she refused. They found themselves offended enough to attack her and she retaliated. They called for the Midvile guards after one of their men was injured by her, all of this resulting in them having her being put in this dungeon. Oh, to any person this kind of punishment wouldn't happen, but they just loved to torment her, watch her squirm with the thought of suffering like a normal person would in this situation.
Yet, there were several interesting things she could still witness here. In fact, one was unfolding in cell right next to her. From the sound of it, there was some sort of affair going on between one of her fellow assassins and an elven prisoner. Something about the recent attacks on the Ale'eno clan and how this prisoner was a supposed member of them. Should she regard this with interest? Was she fit to do such a thing? Either choice she made, her hearing and sight would still be a witness. Wasn't it wonderful when there was no choice in a matter?
A faint glow, shining green, brandishing their cruel light upon her dark clad form. They were emitters of sickly illumination, warping anything their spindly fingers touched into gaunt and ragged creations. A scare tactic, she knew, something that was the fancy of a certain man. The thought of a smirk brushed her mind, as the image of who the interrogating assassin was drifted through her thoughts. His tactics were interesting, she knew. He was too charming for his own good and had a knack of being reckless with his well-chosen words. A snake, spewing vile poisen that would soon end up even burning its own mouth.
Eventually, the snake left, leaving her to contemplate the words she just heard. She probably wasn't supposed to be a witness to this, but there was nothing that could be done now. It was the guilds own fault for placing her here, she knew. There wasn't anyway that they could take advantage of this and find a way to torment her more. Then again, they never would turn down an opertunity to make her miserable. The truth could always be brought undert their favor...
What's was this? A cry? The soft, pure sound of surrendered sorrow pierced the normal drone of the dungeon. Had it come from the cell of the elf? It was likely, the harmonics of the cry were similar to those of her voice. What she was so upset about, Ferrah could not know. Nor should she feel the need to care. Yet, wonder her mind did until a reason came to her for initiating an action. They put her down here to punish her, knowing that the things that normally made someone suffer being not available to her was a small torture in itself. So, why defy that by using her voice and break this cycle?
"Hey. Elf. I know your telling the truth..." What to say next wouldn't come to the woman, for she was, with out a doubt, a horrible conversationalist.
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Post by Gin on Feb 18, 2008 9:26:22 GMT -5
Lediw started to climb a tree in search of honey, "Darn bee's... Just give me that freaking honey and leave the stinging to someone who wishes you more dead than I do!" Lediw complained as he scrapped out the honey with in and took a bee cake to gain the rest of the honey.
Finally back on the ground, Lediw brushed himself off, he was glad he had the tail of a fox to swing it around to get rid of the irretating bees who tried to sting him... He well enough managed to get back on the road, "Ah, not even the fiercest bees can beat me..." he said to himself laughing at the matter of his own bad joke... Getting closer to town he took his back pack and got on 2 legs, it seemed more natural to most of the ones in town and to not be treated like a animal to some of the racist humans around it was good to avoid trouble and commotion, after all... For now Lediw just searched for a place to get in peace with himself. Though so far, Midvale was the only thing mattering...
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Grimnebulin
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Post by Grimnebulin on Feb 18, 2008 13:55:02 GMT -5
Hybrandt looked around the pub. "A bit messy here, isn't it?" "Sorry, sir." The barman said. "Some d**n bard or something started a fight. We've been cleaning here for a couple of hours, but we're still not done. d**n troublemakers." The barman put the glass of wine on Hybrandt's table. Hybrandt sipped it. "I hear you, Tony. Pity about your paintings, too." He sipped his wine again, while his eyes scouted the pub for possible conquests or customers.
There was often someone who could use a necromancer's services, but the place was quiet today. He noticed Tony's worried look. "Don't look so sad." Hybrandt said. "Sure there's some damage, but you'll rebuild. You always do. Here, I'll even tip you extra today." "That's not it, Hybe." The barman said. "A traveller told me the Dark Empire is at war in their southern regions, and I've got family there. I'm worried, Hybe." He took the gold piece Hybrandt had put on the table. "The Elves are resisting, so things could get pretty dangerous. When someone goes there, I'll send them a letter asking them to come over." "Resistance?" Hybrandt emptied his glass and gestured for Tony to refill it. "Like what? They're going to shoot their flimsy arrows at the Empire's war machines?" He chuckled. Tony refillled his glass and then drunk the last of the bottle. "No, no, I heard they were thinking about assassination. Might even be one of your guys, Hybe." "They're not 'my guys', Tony, they're just a bunch of bastards who give me money. Hey, you know geography, right?" He took the letter out of his pocket and gave it to Tony. "What's this seal?" Tony looked at it and gave it back. "Ale'eno. Hey, how'd you get it? They're mostly dead."
But Hybrandt was already running out of the door.
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Post by Da Pwny on Feb 18, 2008 15:40:09 GMT -5
(nice comeback ) Marcela perked up at the voice; it was an odd tone, somewhat human but not exactly. She got up and looked beyond the bars, but really couldn't see anything... "And who's this, another person wanting information out of me? So now your kind are trying to sweet-talk it out of me? By the gods, just leave me out of this... I haven't said a lie since I came here, and I'm tired of this stupid town. I want to go home... I want to sleep in a bed that smells of the field's flowers, not a moldy fecal hole like this place... Just... just leave me alone. Please..." Actually, Marcela was hoping that whomever it was didn't stop talking to her. She was tired and bored... having been down here for the last two days, she was beginning to smell like this aweful place. Before she could think anymore about it, however, she heard a commotion coming from outside. Standing up on the point of the bed nearest to the barred window, she stretched over to the window, using one of the uneven stones as a foothold so she could see outside...
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