Grimnebulin
Apprentice
King Lord Master of Space and Time! And Awesomes! Who gets free pie!
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Post by Grimnebulin on Nov 19, 2008 14:53:43 GMT -5
(( I have decided to just recycle my first post of the last thread. Swytch is using the same character, too, and the old post still conveys my old character well ))
"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 Da Pwny on Nov 19, 2008 21:06:35 GMT -5
*not going to use all of my original post, since my character has gotten a bit darker for this time around*
Miriam caught the stone easily, heaving it back at the bastard in hopes of nailing him in the forehead. Unfortunately, she completely missed, her aim being a bit off on account that just about every part of her hurt from both the traveling and her . If looks could kill, this necromancer would be in about half a billion pieces right now. The light show only pissed her off even further. "Miriam, you bastard. My papers were all in order, I had the letter signed and sealed straight from my elder's hands, and I paid the gate fee straight, with gold coins that I had to wait three hours to exchange for. I came here, on foot, traveling for the last four weeks straight without hardly a stop, and this is the reception I get? What more do you second-rate city folk want of me?!"
She'd already tried the bars earlier; solid wroth iron. They wouldn't budge, even if she were twice as big and twice as strong. How badly she wanted to just wrap her hands around this nutcase's neck and... but no. She would bide her time. This wasn't the worst place she'd been holed up in before... it certainly beat being stuck under one of her brothers' bodies all those years ago while they slaughtered her family and much of the rest of their clan. And then, just last week, they came back, taking even more. Why they did it was beyond the young elf's mind, but certainly the rage and hatred she felt was not, nor was the fear she felt when Miriam had to hide again but not five weeks ago, nor was the order she had eagerly taken when the village elder asked for a volunteer to deliver the message. Nor was the obvious ignorance of these people...
Why would they believe what an enemy boasts? Such things were said in ignorance and pride, mostly, two things her blade-fighting teacher had warned her against. "You see what I carry, you see me, and yet you still insist upon this insanity! When I get out, you will be in far more trouble than you can possibly imagine." Her eyes stared him down, colder than ice at twilight in mid-winter...
Truthfully, they hadn't taken everything; the one thing she had that was most important she still had on her, hidden in plain view. They would never find it unless she told them about it (which she would not now), as they were looking in all the wrong places for valuables; Elven kinds were renowned for their cunning. No, if she got out, she was returning, returning with the most valuable things she had and telling the elder all of what happened. It was foolish coming here, asking the advice of outsides... but what choice did they have? With few experienced fighters, and even fewer that could fight currently, they were outnumbered and out-manned. Sighing, she realized that they needed these people, however much it sucked or they denied that they still existed right now...
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Post by knightc3 on Nov 20, 2008 12:54:42 GMT -5
Caleb was in thought, reading the letter for the tenth or so time as he walked down towards the dungeon, quickly. If the terms of the letter were correct, the guild would be bathing in riches if they were able to pull this off not to mention the unlimited fame (kind of) it would bring the Guild not to mention the assassins that were sent on the mission. In fact, the decisions had already been made by the elders.
He looked up as he heard someone coming out from the dungeons. His face cracked into a forced smile he had perfected, "Hybrandt... let me guess, our guest is female. Oh could you not make my job tougher for once?" He had a joking tone in his voice and then added, "Though many of them, after meeting you, do seem to warm up to me a lot faster." He grinned at Hybrandt knowing that was enough of a tease for the man.
His smile disappeared as soon as he had passed him and turned away. As he came upon the cage that held Miriam Swiftsoul. He bowed slightly in front with an apologetic look and took out a key to open the iron door even though he didn't need one. There was no point in showing off. "Allow me to apologize on behalf of the Guild Elders Miriam Swiftsoul. My name is Caleb Storm. Think of me as a representative for the Council. I personally apologize for this grave treatment you had to face but it was my suggestion to lock you up till we could confirm who you were and that the letter was authentic." It wasn't his idea but an apology by the person who was responsible played better than a 'official' detached apology on behalf of the Council.
He opened the door and continued to speak, "I hope you can sympathize with the difficult situation I was placed in when I heard that a representative from the Ale'eno Elves had arrived, a tribe we thought to be long wiped out by the filthy plague of this world. If you would follow me to your chambers, you would find a warm bath, hot food and all your belongings. If even a single piece of equipment is missing, I assure you I will personally see to it that heads roll in his building." He paused then smiled apologetically, "Also, it wasn't my intention for you to encounter Hybrandt, the man who was speaking with you a while back. He didn't care to understand who you were and more importantly what you came here with."
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Post by The Mammoth on Nov 20, 2008 19:09:48 GMT -5
The hot sun beamed down on a man clad in jet black armor. Standing in the street, he looked up at the sun and grinned, his helmet not allowing for might sight of the grin. He was a long way from his home, still trying to escape his past. The recent signs in this city were those of a deprived and destitute populace, as if something was sapping the life from them and their pockets. Something about it was not the usual poverty to be seen in a city, but something much more menacing. Once he had seen the reason, he knew that his assistance would be needed here.
The Assassin's Guild? How can they be so bold as to advertise their presence... Well, I suppose with the order destroyed and this being so far from their realm of control, they can get away with it. These people are in fear, I can see it in their faces, they are poor, hungry, and tortured by the spies, murderers, and criminals that are employed here. It seems I have found a worthy cause, at least one worth investigating.
He inspected the door, it wasn't warded with any magic that he could see, but then again, he was not a mage, finding magical presences was not his forte. Suddenly, and without warning, he felt the corruption of necromancy.
A necromancer... That spell, Ring of Souls... hardly good for anything besides intimidation and lighting a room... Oh what a fool he would realize he is if he were to know a Paladin is near...
Horacius turned from the door and looked up, no doubt he was being watched by the Assassin's guild already. The necromancer, and the divine justice of delivering him to hell, would have to wait. Looking around on the rooftops, Horacius spotted a man in a hood, looking out of a third story window of a house. As he spotted him, the man turned and left sight. No doubt his presence was one the Assassin's guild would know well, even if the Order was long gone. Horacius Mecrast was a sight evil never enjoyed...
First, Horacius needed to find a place to get set up here. If he were to truly discover the intentions of the guild, he would have to find a place to better observe the city. It was obvious the wealth in the city belonged to the nobility, as well as the guild. Their extravagant headquarters announced that right off. As he walked down the street, he was approached by a young woman, nearly starving to death. Her clothing identified her as a commoner. She lowered her head, almost in expectation of a scolding.
"Spare... a coin... sir?" She said, her head slowly turning and expecting pain. Horacius smiled, removing his helm and placing it on the hilt of his blade. He reached into his pouch at his hip and produced two large gold coins. He reached out and gently grabbed the woman's hand and placed the coins in her palm. When she looked up, and then at her hands, her eyes filled with tears.
"God have mercy! Bless you, Lord! This will feed my family for weeks!" She cried out. She lept forward and embraced him, running away to purchase bread with the money she was given. Before long, others in trouble approached him, and each were given the same amount. A small step to help to commoners was one Horacius was willing to do. Horacius still had plenty of money remaining, and he knew the coins he spared were little to him, and that he could earn more pretty easily on some tasks for local assuming they didn't hold Allegiance to the old Radiant Heart...
Horacius began walking down the street and came upon a small inn, going inside and purchasing a room...
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Post by knightc3 on Nov 21, 2008 10:05:36 GMT -5
There was a man that followed the paladin inside, asked for his room number and got it immediately. Everyone knew a Guild member when they saw one, even one as lower rank one as him. He wasn't sent here as an assassin but rather as a messenger. What a waste of time, but then you didn't say anything to orders from the elders. He knocked on the door and stood back a couple of steps. His hands crossed in front of him, his short swords, clearly visible with his hands pushing up the his cloak. It was a sign of peace, of a kind. An assassin who walked in showing his weapons and hands in plain view could only be interpreted that he was interested in a conversation. ((He is a nobody, just someone to bring Horacius along to the Guild since Caleb can't be jumping around everywhere thought he will meet Horacius at the Guild ))
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Post by The Mammoth on Nov 22, 2008 1:30:08 GMT -5
Horacius opened the door, his hand on the hilt of his blade, knowing that if the assassin, despite his current stance, wanted to kill him, he must be ready. He watched the assassin intently, and waited for a moment before speaking.
"Yes?"
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Post by knightc3 on Nov 22, 2008 2:59:06 GMT -5
The assassin put on a fake smile in the best possible manner that he could before speaking, "Horacius isn't it?" He didn't wait for an answer as he handed him a sealed envelope. The letter inside said, We would like to extend an invitation to the famous paladin of the people. The meeting is to discuss something that you will be extremely interested in. If you agree, the messenger delivering this letter will escort you into the building. You are also free to stay on the premises if you like and take advantage of our hospitality.
You make come fully armed and leave whenever you like.
There was no signature at the bottom.
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Post by Da Pwny on Nov 23, 2008 1:19:39 GMT -5
*sry for the hold-up, grim >.< i've been distracting myself a lot lately x-x*
"Now that's more like it" Miriam commented, walking slowly out the open jail door, nursing her side. A rib had been bruised by an earlier whipping through the 'interrogations'. As she passed by, the young woman glared at the necromancer, her eyes having that 'I'm watching you' look in them.
As promised, all of her possessions, including the script she needed to rehearse for her presentation before the Guild's elders, were left alone in the provided room. Immediately, she bathed and washed her clothes, letting them dry in an open window after she covered herself. Not that it really mattered if they were clean or not, given that they were going to be destroyed soon enough, but it would look better than a horrid-smelling outfit with traces of blood. As she soaked in the tub, Miriam recited as best she could what was going to be said before them, going strenuously over every line, repeating them over and over until she could state them forwards and backwards...
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Post by The Mammoth on Nov 24, 2008 6:38:14 GMT -5
Horacius laughed, handing the letter back to the assassin before him.
"Tell your master to stop playing games like I am a squire. Walking into that lair would be suicide if my death was wished. If he wants to talk, bid him come to me..." Horacius said, before shutting the door.
He turned around and sat down at the small desk in his room. He only sat there for a few minutes before he unstrapped his armor and laid it on the chair, he glanced up to check if the door was lock, which it was, and then he laid down on the bed. His sword was in his hand, sheathed, and his sheild was within arms length. He would not be caught off guard by assassins, if they indeed wanted him dead...
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Post by knightc3 on Nov 24, 2008 8:46:56 GMT -5
The assassin gritted his teeth as the door was closed on him. The nerve on this guy! But then if he tried anything, he was told he wouldn't be walking into the building. He gripped his sword hilt but turned around and walked back to the Guild.
A messenger approached Caleb and handed him the letter back and told of what the assassin had conveyed to him. Caleb smiled and headed towards the inn where Horacius was staying.
He left the messenger at the door to guide Miriam to the Guild Hall later. He wasn't interested in the decision because it had already been made and he knew what it was. It was just the matter of getting the people for the job now.
After some time, he was standing outside a wooden door, the room Horacius was in. He knocked and wait for a response.
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Post by The Mammoth on Nov 27, 2008 3:12:56 GMT -5
Horacius rose from the bed, nearly having fallen asleep, and began to strap on his armor. he'd learned to do it quickly, as he was in his armor in less than 25 seconds. Once he was fully armed, he opened the door to reveal another assassin, although the way this one was clad, he could only guess it was the one who had sent the letter.
"The guy who wrote the letter?"
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Post by knightc3 on Dec 3, 2008 5:18:08 GMT -5
((Eh, she is in the "Guild Elders' Hall". Thought you wanted to make a presentation or something... ))
Caleb smiled but didn't extend his hand. Horacius didn't seem like the kind of person who would be caught in a handshake specially with someone who he wouldn't trust. "Yes, I was the one who sent you the letter. I was actually busy attending to another matter related to the same proposal I wanted to make to you. Should I come in or spell it out here... in the corridor?", he finished with a question and a smile.
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Grimnebulin
Apprentice
King Lord Master of Space and Time! And Awesomes! Who gets free pie!
Posts: 85
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Post by Grimnebulin on Dec 4, 2008 8:51:33 GMT -5
Grumbling, Hybrandt made his way up the stairs again. So, the lady was to be taken away. Pity. Either she would be put to death now or - rather unlikely, in Hybrandt's opinion - pardoned. Either way, he probably wouldn't see her again. He yawned. If she was executed, he'd probably be needed. He decided to catch some sleep before then.
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Post by Da Pwny on Dec 4, 2008 17:38:49 GMT -5
*she will be soon enough, though I highly doubt there's private baths in there XP still need to fix that post btw...*
Deep in relaxation, the elven woman almost missed a small knock on her room's door. Miriam had never been in an artificial bath like this before, and she was thoroughly enjoying the experience to the highest level she could, up until the person interrupted her bliss. This isn't your home, Miriam she reminded herself, as well as the fact that they could do pretty much as they wish with her in their confines. How she longed for the forests again, where she was most adept at secrecy and hiding... but alas, that would have to wait. Her best guess for the interruption was that it came from the one who was to take her to the main hall, where her presentation was to take place.
When the door was opened, Miriam stood there completely exposed, save for the hair which still clung to her body. She had no fear of these people, and was willing to show it; when her eyes stared down the man in front of her, however, she failed miserably to even so much as annoy him. "You've been summoned to the Hall, madam" he said in a rough voice, finishing as he turned to wait a ways away "And I'd suggest you put something on, at the least. Not all eyes are trained to overlook physical beauty."
Well, that could have gone no worse. Shutting the door quietly, the girl returned to her own clothes, which had dried by now in the breeze of the waning afternoon. She didn't care whether her body was open to the streets below, as much as she hadn't cared if the messenger assassin had looked her over. She could and would defend herself if need-be, and anyone looking to take advantage of her would be left either dead or very badly wounded. The elven kinds were renowned for their cunning and ingenuity, and these humans were not the first assassins Miriam had been around. However, they were most certainly the most intimidating, except for that one...
Once she was dressed, Miriam left the bedroom behind, carrying only her blade and dagger- both of which had been polished to a new shine by persons unknown- and a small pack bearing only the essentials, she herself dressed back in the raggedy clothes she'd had before, but wearing a cloth piece underneath to cover her breasts and lower regions; by what she had been told by her elders, humans were generally squeamish about having such parts exposed to anything or anyone beyond significant partners, something that yet again showed their simple natures. Nodding to the human assassin, she followed him to the guild hall, praying hard along the way to her personal goddess that this was not some foolish attempt to kill her off, or there would be severe retribution, as she would not go down so easily...
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Post by knightc3 on Dec 5, 2008 9:34:06 GMT -5
((Me fixed it. Waiting for M to post. Swytch, you continue on unless Grimm has a something to post from the Guild Elders ))
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