"Bel, you think you are the only one without a past? My parents, do you know what happened to them? They sacrificed themselves for me, they gave up their lives so I might live on. They told me to run away and I did. When I came back I found their broken bodies and defiled homes. Do you know what I also found? That my father was a Paladin of Torm. I took on that mantle to honour him. He made a sacrifice for me that I shall never forget. I wept when they died but the family of Torm welcomed me. Gods only know what they know. A God is of no blame for you troubles. I will gladly help you avenge your parents but we will NOT kill them. I shall partake in a fair trial and the magistrate will pass judgement, if you kill these men you are as bad as they are. If they are guilty, which we will find out in due course, then they will be punished. They shall rot in jail. But to kill a man is the worst course of action. What I say may be contradictory, but I am a passionate man. My God is one of two people that I love more than life itself. If my lady were to be killed I would probably be the same, but Torm is there to catch me. Surely Correlon is there for you too? Pray to him, ask for guidance, a God will only give advice that is best. If you destory more people then you will not become released from your torture, you will become only twisted and bitter. I realise that you don't care, but I care, your soul is tortured Bel. You must let your wife go. She belongs with the Elves in the Spirit Groves, she is comfortable there, leave her..."
Connavar motions to Saien, Tamerlane and Matti to come over. Bel is sat hunched over, considering Connavar's words.
"We will help, but I will not partake in innocent slaughter. If he leaves, we stop him. Or I will if you don't."
Connavar's eyes burned with passion. His blade was still in the corner of the room, as was his armour.
"So we have food and drink. Let us eat while all is quiet and I watch over Bel. Matti, finish quickly and begin having a look around for any people that aren't... savoury. Don't take any big weapons, look inconspicuous. Be careful."
Matti nodded and replied, "Am I one of those people Conn?" He grinned and Connavar feigned a slap to the head.
Matti finished quickly and left the room.
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Saien looked over to Connavar. He wanted to go with Matti, but he was not sure he trusted the paladin and the elf alone together. He was torn between the two choices. However, he would not be able to stand by and watch over the two forever. Eventually, they must work out their differences, and now was probably a good chance for that. With regret, Saien said, "I'll go with him. Matti 'll need someone to watch his back." He ran out of the room to catch up with Matti, but looked back and said, "You two behave yourselves, or I'll have something to say to the both of you when I get back."
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"Fine you have suffered loss but at least you were there when it happened, I should have been there to protect her it just isn't right. My Parents were assasinated my wife was murdered and now my best friend has just been stabbed in the back, and there was nothing I could do about it I should have been there i will not allow myself weakness and if I come across those that did this ,though out of the ten that attacked my wife now only but 3 are left I will not hesitate to strike them down for what they did. Yet if you are there when I find them i may allow them to be taken but i will use the upmost force they are scum they should not be given the chance of life just like my wife was not. Now onto something more important I am sorry Connavar but i do not trust any of the others yet, not even you that much, but it must be said that my friend was found with a dagger in his back lodged in the bone and it took two strong men to pull it out, he had an ash mark on his forehead! This cannot be coincidence he had information for me and then was assassinated I must presume that one of the Ash Hands knew about the information he had and it led to him. Also it must be true that he is a high memebr of the organization to warrant him to be able to order an assassination, to this end for now i will help you with the problem these Ash Hands have presented to you and your group."
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"You think I could have done something? I was a child! They did it to protect me! I couldn't even lift a sword, let alone swing it. I wasn't there anyway, I was in a wood, hiding. Letting my fear get the better of me. That emotion never conquers me anymore, don't let anger hurt you like fear did me. It will only hurt you in the long run. I will not allow you to kill those last men. They deserve death, but it is wrong to give it to them in an ambush. If we do eventually find these Ash Hand, then we will capture them, we will make them face their crimes and take the punishment. They may be hanged, they may be locked in jail. But to kill them is wrong, it will make you like them, and you, my friend, are not like them."
The room was empty and the words seemed to echo within the room, even though it was small. There was a power in Connavar's voice, he was meaning exactly what he said.
"Trust me Bel, pray to Correlon, pray and he will provide you answers but you have to be open to them." The big man smiled and put a hand on Bel's shoulder.
"I thank you for your offer, and accept, but we only do this on my own terms. Any other way will not only harm us, but our friends. Do you agree?"
Connavar stood with his hand out, waiting for Bel's reply.
The room was empty and the words seemed to echo within the room, even though it was small. There was a power in Connavar's voice, he was meaning exactly what he said.
"Trust me Bel, pray to Correlon, pray and he will provide you answers but you have to be open to them." The big man smiled and put a hand on Bel's shoulder.
"I thank you for your offer, and accept, but we only do this on my own terms. Any other way will not only harm us, but our friends. Do you agree?"
Connavar stood with his hand out, waiting for Bel's reply.
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"I fell I must acquiesce to your wishes because i need your help to capture these menso i will for the time being abide by the laws of this land even though it grates on me to do so."
"However on the subject of gods and mine in particular, he should have helped us, my reconcile with him will not come easy especially when i hate him with a vengeance for what he allowed"
Looking up towards the sky "WHY ME YOU INGRATE WHY ME?"
"However on the subject of gods and mine in particular, he should have helped us, my reconcile with him will not come easy especially when i hate him with a vengeance for what he allowed"
Looking up towards the sky "WHY ME YOU INGRATE WHY ME?"
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"Wait, Matti! Hold up for a second." Saien trotted down the stairs toward the paladin who was almost through the common room and out to the street. Matti furrowed his brow at the approach of the cleric, but he smiled a friendly greeting none-the-less. Catching up to the wirey warrior, Saien clapped him on the shoulder. "I don't think this city's ready for you alone, yet. I better watch out and make sure you don't get into too much trouble."
Matti rolled his eyes. "Great! Supervision. I suppose I'll have to do all the work, too!" But his eyes smiled at the comments. He held tightly to a small sack over his shoulder and Saien noticed Matti's rapier had been left in Conn's care, though he still saw the paladin's longknife at his belt. "Just beware, you may have to leave some of your belongings somewhere safe." He glanced at the cleric's staff with a raised eyebrow and Saien nodded. The pair went out of the door and on to the busy street. They had only gotten a block before Matti started leading them into a few of the alleys and back streets. After a few moments, Matti turned to Saien without looking back. "Like we figured, there's someone following us."
Saien nodded, keeping his gaze forward. "Two 'someones', I believe, though they certainly don't look like Hands."
Matti smiled and shook his head. "Sometimes I rely too much on the gifts I've been given. I only sense one evil tail."
They headed down side alley, crossed a busy street, and entered another tavern as if it was the one they'd been looking for. In the tavern, they quickly crossed the commons room and entered into the kitchen, much to the surprise of a cook and their assistant. "Where's the exit," Matti said with a wink, holding his finger up to his lips and tossing a gold piece.
The cook pointed the way, and the pair of adventurers found themselves in another alley. Matti opened the sack. "Quickly, put this cloak on!" He tossed the cleric a red colored cloak and donned a grimey brown one himself. "Let's go out that way," pointing away from the street, "but one at a time." They went through the alley and out into another road.
Saien was totally lost, by this point,so he couldn't help but hope whoever was following them had gotten lost as well.
Unfortunately, Matti had no better idea where they were than his friend, but it didn't bother him much. As soon as they found the Cloaked Traveler Inn, the others would show up eventually.
Fairly certain they were no longer being followed, the pair of adventurers entered yet another alley and found a good place to stop, sheltered from view at either end. The paladin pulled out a few more dirty items from the bag and handed them to Saien. "You'll have to wear the beggar shirt, since you didn't bring your own outfit, but turn it inside out and it'll look cleaner." He also pulled out a sack of black hair and some honey. "This may not look like much, but it'll do for now."
Saien noticed as Matti slid on his chainmail under his new brightly colored shirt just how fine the armor was. He'd never seen chainmail so fine, and he was surprised it's even turn a dagger, let alone a heavy sword.
Applying the disguises, they both soon resembled very little of their former selves. Saien wasn't sure all this was all necessary, but one could never be too careful when dealing with the Ash Hand. Or their enemies. Confident in their new look, they left their other belongings at a temple on the way and made their way with a few stops for directions to the Cloaked Traveller to find out what they might be up against.
Matti rolled his eyes. "Great! Supervision. I suppose I'll have to do all the work, too!" But his eyes smiled at the comments. He held tightly to a small sack over his shoulder and Saien noticed Matti's rapier had been left in Conn's care, though he still saw the paladin's longknife at his belt. "Just beware, you may have to leave some of your belongings somewhere safe." He glanced at the cleric's staff with a raised eyebrow and Saien nodded. The pair went out of the door and on to the busy street. They had only gotten a block before Matti started leading them into a few of the alleys and back streets. After a few moments, Matti turned to Saien without looking back. "Like we figured, there's someone following us."
Saien nodded, keeping his gaze forward. "Two 'someones', I believe, though they certainly don't look like Hands."
Matti smiled and shook his head. "Sometimes I rely too much on the gifts I've been given. I only sense one evil tail."
They headed down side alley, crossed a busy street, and entered another tavern as if it was the one they'd been looking for. In the tavern, they quickly crossed the commons room and entered into the kitchen, much to the surprise of a cook and their assistant. "Where's the exit," Matti said with a wink, holding his finger up to his lips and tossing a gold piece.
The cook pointed the way, and the pair of adventurers found themselves in another alley. Matti opened the sack. "Quickly, put this cloak on!" He tossed the cleric a red colored cloak and donned a grimey brown one himself. "Let's go out that way," pointing away from the street, "but one at a time." They went through the alley and out into another road.
Saien was totally lost, by this point,so he couldn't help but hope whoever was following them had gotten lost as well.
Unfortunately, Matti had no better idea where they were than his friend, but it didn't bother him much. As soon as they found the Cloaked Traveler Inn, the others would show up eventually.
Fairly certain they were no longer being followed, the pair of adventurers entered yet another alley and found a good place to stop, sheltered from view at either end. The paladin pulled out a few more dirty items from the bag and handed them to Saien. "You'll have to wear the beggar shirt, since you didn't bring your own outfit, but turn it inside out and it'll look cleaner." He also pulled out a sack of black hair and some honey. "This may not look like much, but it'll do for now."
Saien noticed as Matti slid on his chainmail under his new brightly colored shirt just how fine the armor was. He'd never seen chainmail so fine, and he was surprised it's even turn a dagger, let alone a heavy sword.
Applying the disguises, they both soon resembled very little of their former selves. Saien wasn't sure all this was all necessary, but one could never be too careful when dealing with the Ash Hand. Or their enemies. Confident in their new look, they left their other belongings at a temple on the way and made their way with a few stops for directions to the Cloaked Traveller to find out what they might be up against.
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Saien felt a bit akward in his present garb. He was not used to concealing his appearances. For him, subterfuge had always been a matter of not being seen, not going unrecognized. Nevertheless, he trusted Matti, though that might be a bit senseless on his part. They approached the eastern gate of Arberdan, and Saien took in the atmosphere.
A respectable market stretched out before the pair, hawkers crying their wares from multi-colored stands. It was doubtful that this market was anywhere near the size of the market on the opposite side of town, yet a throng of people moved in-and-out amongst the stands, many stopping to watch the displays put forth by the numerous corner performers. Saien's eyes drifted to a pair of toughs, standing at the door of a drab looking building, cracks running up the the stone walls. The few windows on the building were closed tight, giving an ominous feel.
"From the description we received, I think that's our place," Matti said. The paladin looked to Saien, "Keep your hands from your face. You'll ruin the disguise if you're not careful."
"Aye," Saien replied, putting his hands to his side and feeling a bit foolish. Changing the subject, he looked back towards the building. "I can see why we received such strange looks when we asked for directions. That doesn't look like a place where I'd want to drown my worries away. Do you want me to follow you in, or should I just keep an eye on things out here?"
A respectable market stretched out before the pair, hawkers crying their wares from multi-colored stands. It was doubtful that this market was anywhere near the size of the market on the opposite side of town, yet a throng of people moved in-and-out amongst the stands, many stopping to watch the displays put forth by the numerous corner performers. Saien's eyes drifted to a pair of toughs, standing at the door of a drab looking building, cracks running up the the stone walls. The few windows on the building were closed tight, giving an ominous feel.
"From the description we received, I think that's our place," Matti said. The paladin looked to Saien, "Keep your hands from your face. You'll ruin the disguise if you're not careful."
"Aye," Saien replied, putting his hands to his side and feeling a bit foolish. Changing the subject, he looked back towards the building. "I can see why we received such strange looks when we asked for directions. That doesn't look like a place where I'd want to drown my worries away. Do you want me to follow you in, or should I just keep an eye on things out here?"
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Tamerlane had watched the others head out. Bel and Connavar in one direction and Matti and Saien in the other. He sat quietly watching the people walk up and down the streets. Boredom which Tamerlane had not felt for quite a while began to set in. He thought he should make a start on that story/song of his. Not having made his mind up, he thought 'what the hell' I'll make it a mixture of both. So he started scribing down of his first encounter with the travellers, before the boredom began to set in yet again.
Full energy and growing increasingly impatient and also some what restless, Tamerlane thought to himself, 'Forget this, I've got better things to do now then write some story'. So much for trying to be a proper bard. He made up his mind to follow Matti and Saien, as he shuddered thinking of becoming involved in a dispute involving Connavar and that elf Bel.
He thought that they would need someone to keep an eye on them. However the last thing on his mind was to draw attention to them. He sighed as he knew what to do, 'I hate those roofs' thought Tamerlane but still he didn't want those who he thought to be undesirable keeping an eye on him.
Scaling the back of the tavern proved to be a lot more difficult than he thought, however he persisted and finally reached the top. He would then jump from roof top to roof top, he smiled knowing that a large mob wasn't following him this time. However he did not notice the dark stranger following him as he raced to find both Saien and Matti. He managed to see them entering a temple, he knew the direction that they were going to. As did his follower, The Cloak Traveller Inn stood out like a sore thumb amongst the rest of the city. Reaching the Inn, he rested above a scrubby store across the road, not noticing the figure behind him, who perched himself onto a higher building further behind him. After a few moments, he noticed Matti and Saien arriving, and unknown to him the figure behind began to creep ever forward in a confident manner.
Full energy and growing increasingly impatient and also some what restless, Tamerlane thought to himself, 'Forget this, I've got better things to do now then write some story'. So much for trying to be a proper bard. He made up his mind to follow Matti and Saien, as he shuddered thinking of becoming involved in a dispute involving Connavar and that elf Bel.
He thought that they would need someone to keep an eye on them. However the last thing on his mind was to draw attention to them. He sighed as he knew what to do, 'I hate those roofs' thought Tamerlane but still he didn't want those who he thought to be undesirable keeping an eye on him.
Scaling the back of the tavern proved to be a lot more difficult than he thought, however he persisted and finally reached the top. He would then jump from roof top to roof top, he smiled knowing that a large mob wasn't following him this time. However he did not notice the dark stranger following him as he raced to find both Saien and Matti. He managed to see them entering a temple, he knew the direction that they were going to. As did his follower, The Cloak Traveller Inn stood out like a sore thumb amongst the rest of the city. Reaching the Inn, he rested above a scrubby store across the road, not noticing the figure behind him, who perched himself onto a higher building further behind him. After a few moments, he noticed Matti and Saien arriving, and unknown to him the figure behind began to creep ever forward in a confident manner.
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Connavar looked on at Bel. He was sitting with his shoulders still hunched and still full of emotions. A sudden outburst startled Connavar.
"What? Why does your God ingrate you? Your God cannot control other people. He cannot interefere in the lives of mortals unless it effects his own. Yes, your wife died, yes you are bitter about it, but remember, your wife is with him. He welcomed her much like Torm will welcome me. Remember that a God is forgiving. A life is precious to each God and you will go to his plane when you pass on."
Connavar stopped and sat next to Bel. He put his hand on his shoulder and Bel sat there, not moving.
"Bel, I know we didn't start on the best of terms, but remember. My life is about my God. I am his servent on this world and I will serve him till he calls for me to join him. Correllon would want the same of you. Trust me my friend, the Gods may be fickle and their actions not always understood but they are not only the one person you may rely on, but they are the ones that you will be with in the afterlife. Will you serve Correllon again? Will you let these scum divide you and your wife? Your wife worshipped him, if you do not, you are not one of his faithful. Let Correllon guide you again my friend. Come under his light and rely on his guidance for he is the one you must ask for strength from. Trust me my friend, I know that he would want you to be with him..."
Connavar stood up and grasped the flask of water on a bedside table. He drank deeply and washed his face with some of the water. He handed the water to the Elf.
"We need to go and get ready, we may need to fight soon. Let me ask you one thing before we make ready. Will you pray to Correllon and ask guidance?"
Connavar looked expectantly at the Elf...
"What? Why does your God ingrate you? Your God cannot control other people. He cannot interefere in the lives of mortals unless it effects his own. Yes, your wife died, yes you are bitter about it, but remember, your wife is with him. He welcomed her much like Torm will welcome me. Remember that a God is forgiving. A life is precious to each God and you will go to his plane when you pass on."
Connavar stopped and sat next to Bel. He put his hand on his shoulder and Bel sat there, not moving.
"Bel, I know we didn't start on the best of terms, but remember. My life is about my God. I am his servent on this world and I will serve him till he calls for me to join him. Correllon would want the same of you. Trust me my friend, the Gods may be fickle and their actions not always understood but they are not only the one person you may rely on, but they are the ones that you will be with in the afterlife. Will you serve Correllon again? Will you let these scum divide you and your wife? Your wife worshipped him, if you do not, you are not one of his faithful. Let Correllon guide you again my friend. Come under his light and rely on his guidance for he is the one you must ask for strength from. Trust me my friend, I know that he would want you to be with him..."
Connavar stood up and grasped the flask of water on a bedside table. He drank deeply and washed his face with some of the water. He handed the water to the Elf.
"We need to go and get ready, we may need to fight soon. Let me ask you one thing before we make ready. Will you pray to Correllon and ask guidance?"
Connavar looked expectantly at the Elf...
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"I will try and do as you ask, but it will take a long time to heal what I have suffered but i will try, though dont expect me to end up like you though Conn! Come on my friend lets get ready."
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Connavar beamed at the Elf.
"That is all I ask my friend, all I ask.."
Connavar packed all of the gear he thought he would need and he put Matti's rapier in his pack so that he could get the weapon out quickly. He took a long time doing simple things, trying to keep himself busy whilst he and Bel waited for Saien and Matti to return...
"That is all I ask my friend, all I ask.."
Connavar packed all of the gear he thought he would need and he put Matti's rapier in his pack so that he could get the weapon out quickly. He took a long time doing simple things, trying to keep himself busy whilst he and Bel waited for Saien and Matti to return...
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Matti glanced carefully at the two thugs by the door. They appeared at ease and relaxed, though certainly capable. The two burly humans watched a few of the performers as they guarded the door to the inn, a building that appeared to need no such guards, is it couldn't possibly have anything to guard.
Saien frowned. "Now what would they be there for?" He looked the building over once again with a suspicious glare. He had seen this kind of place before, and it brought back unpleasant memories.
Matti, too, knew well the workings of such a place, and he had equally unpleasant thoughts of the foreboding building, though for very different reasons. He looked back to the merchants and the performers with a new light. "I'm going to try something," Matti whispered to a concerned Saien. "Watch the crowd around here. See how they react."
If Saien was concerned before, he was doubly so now. He laid a hand on his friend's shoulder and gave him a look, warning him to be cautious.
Matti flashed a smile. "Hey, relax! It's me!"
Saien nearly tossed his arms up in exasperation, but he shook his head. If the fool of a paladin was going to go down on this one, he was going down alone!
The disguised paladin walked from the market to the thugs at the door. He talked to them for a few moments, at one point raising his voice in mock anger and tossing his foppish hat to the ground in disgust. The thugs stepped forward in slight alarm and glanced out at the crowd for support. Saien looked on as several performers stopped their act and watched the scene unfolding, ready to react. Some of the merchants carefully watched the door, as if unconcerned about their wares. Even a few of the beggars in the crowd seemed to take notice. Saien held his breath.
Thankfully, Matti seemed to come to his senses. Whatever he said appeared to calm down the guards. The performers began to return to their acts, keeping a careful eye on the troublesome stranger. The merchants who had diverted their attention to the scene began to vie for the crowd's attention once again. And Matti came strolling back with a big smile on his face.
Saien shook his head, but couldn't help but smile back. Well, he thought, at least he's got guts. It's his wisdom that worries me. He looked at Matti and they both knew what was going on around here. With a silent nod, Saien said, "What did you say..., never mind. Let's go back. We'll discuss this at the inn."
Matti nodded and the two turned for a silent walk back to the inn. No one looking on the scene knew who they were, but a number of observers were bound and determined to find out and fast.
Saien frowned. "Now what would they be there for?" He looked the building over once again with a suspicious glare. He had seen this kind of place before, and it brought back unpleasant memories.
Matti, too, knew well the workings of such a place, and he had equally unpleasant thoughts of the foreboding building, though for very different reasons. He looked back to the merchants and the performers with a new light. "I'm going to try something," Matti whispered to a concerned Saien. "Watch the crowd around here. See how they react."
If Saien was concerned before, he was doubly so now. He laid a hand on his friend's shoulder and gave him a look, warning him to be cautious.
Matti flashed a smile. "Hey, relax! It's me!"
Saien nearly tossed his arms up in exasperation, but he shook his head. If the fool of a paladin was going to go down on this one, he was going down alone!
The disguised paladin walked from the market to the thugs at the door. He talked to them for a few moments, at one point raising his voice in mock anger and tossing his foppish hat to the ground in disgust. The thugs stepped forward in slight alarm and glanced out at the crowd for support. Saien looked on as several performers stopped their act and watched the scene unfolding, ready to react. Some of the merchants carefully watched the door, as if unconcerned about their wares. Even a few of the beggars in the crowd seemed to take notice. Saien held his breath.
Thankfully, Matti seemed to come to his senses. Whatever he said appeared to calm down the guards. The performers began to return to their acts, keeping a careful eye on the troublesome stranger. The merchants who had diverted their attention to the scene began to vie for the crowd's attention once again. And Matti came strolling back with a big smile on his face.
Saien shook his head, but couldn't help but smile back. Well, he thought, at least he's got guts. It's his wisdom that worries me. He looked at Matti and they both knew what was going on around here. With a silent nod, Saien said, "What did you say..., never mind. Let's go back. We'll discuss this at the inn."
Matti nodded and the two turned for a silent walk back to the inn. No one looking on the scene knew who they were, but a number of observers were bound and determined to find out and fast.
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"They're going back?"
Tamerlane noticed the tension in the air, and knew that neither person were welcomed in their surroundings. Should he stay and keep an eye on the would-be followers, or rush back to the inn and pretend that nothing ever happened.
I'll think I'll stay. The person behind him vanished and Tamerlane was none the wiser. Keeping a few metres behind Saien and Matti, he noticed a few of the onlookers gather up pace and proceed towards them both. He quickly made his way off the rooftop and followed the would-be followers from behind. Whilst keeping an ever-vigilant grasp onto his blade handle. Should trouble unexpectedly arise, he would be prepared this time.
Tamerlane noticed the tension in the air, and knew that neither person were welcomed in their surroundings. Should he stay and keep an eye on the would-be followers, or rush back to the inn and pretend that nothing ever happened.
I'll think I'll stay. The person behind him vanished and Tamerlane was none the wiser. Keeping a few metres behind Saien and Matti, he noticed a few of the onlookers gather up pace and proceed towards them both. He quickly made his way off the rooftop and followed the would-be followers from behind. Whilst keeping an ever-vigilant grasp onto his blade handle. Should trouble unexpectedly arise, he would be prepared this time.
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"That it i have had enough of witing around I'm going after them, I still say it could be an ambush, I will not wait around for them to come to usI am going my friend and i think it would be best if you came too, if only to watch my back you hold yourself pretty well in a fight."
"Bel have a litte patience they will be back...."
"No i cannot wait, best that we get this done right now and get it over with, I will not, cannot stand around here waiting for news to come back to us."
Picking up his gear Bel heads for the exit and the inn, turning round at the exit, Bel spoke to Connavar once more,
"Remeber how we got the message in the first place in the middle of the night, they know our number and our faces."
"Bel have a litte patience they will be back...."
"No i cannot wait, best that we get this done right now and get it over with, I will not, cannot stand around here waiting for news to come back to us."
Picking up his gear Bel heads for the exit and the inn, turning round at the exit, Bel spoke to Connavar once more,
"Remeber how we got the message in the first place in the middle of the night, they know our number and our faces."
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Saien and Matti trudged back through the streets, making their way to the inn where Connavar, Bel, and Tamerlane hopefully waited. Saien twirled his quarterstaff a few times to give his reflexes a brief exercise. He was glad to have it back in his hands, along with the crossbow that hung at his side. All that was needed now was to remove the ridiculous disguise that plastered his face, along with the rags that clothed him, and Saien would feel like his old self again.
Matti walked along silently, on occasion reaching to his side, no doubt for the rapier that was not there. Saien didn’t blame the young paladin. He knew the scene Matti had caused at the market would not go unnoticed. The site had obviously been a front for whatever went on at the Cloaked Traveler’s Inn, probably the base of this mysterious party that sought a meeting with Saien and his comrades. The looks Matti had received from various faces in the crowd suggested that there might be trouble in the near future, and the sooner the pair reached the inn, the better.
Saien rounded a corner and crashed into Bel, both man and elf falling to the ground. “Watch where you…oh.” The elf paused in realization, then continued, “You two look ridiculous in those disguises.”
“What are you doing here?!” Matti asked, quite annoyed. While flashing a glare at Connavar, he helped Saien to his feet. Saien felt annoyed himself. Bel should be the one to watch where he was going. That crazy elf always seemed to rush about with no thought for his surroundings! Matti continued, “I thought you were going to wait at the inn for us. You’ll blow our cover if you’ve been followed!”
“We would have stuck to the plan, if not for someone’s impatience,” Connavar said looking towards Bel.
Bel interjected, “I don’t have time to wait around all day while the two of you play silly make-up games. You both act much too childish.”
Matti looked on the point of telling Bel just how he felt, but Saien spoke up, “Where is Tamerlane?”
Bel and Connavar looked at one another, then the paladin replied, “Obviously not with you. We haven’t seen him since he left his morning.”
“Blood ashes!” Saien exclaimed. “I begin to wonder if anything can ever go as planned with this group.” These two should be waiting at the inn, and none of them knew where Tamerlane was. And, all the while, two dangerous organizations were hunting the streets of Arberdan for the five of them. Saien noticed as both Connavar and Matti tensed, and he realized an evil presence must be nearby.
“Look what we have here!” a voice came from behind Bel and Connavar. The pair turned, and Saien saw a fair number of men, each looking a bit unwashed behind the ears, not to mention quite ragged around the edges. He noticed the guard from the day before, the one who had been harassing the tavern keeper at the Blue Lotus. It seemed the Ash Hand had come to enforce their warning. The man spoke up, “The pair has led us straight to the other two, who I see have dressed themselves up in an attempt to hide from us. Foolish. The Ash Hand always follows through on its promises.”
Against better judgment, Saien threw caution to the wind and cried out, “And Saien McGerney always makes good on his word, which has pledged to see your presence wiped clean from all of Arberdan!” The group of men looked to one another, and their leader seemed a bit taken back by Saien's outburst.
“Saien McGerney? Saien McGerney did you say?” The man erupted with deeply diabolical laughter. “Yes, I remember that name. A young pest who continually pushed too far down south. I hunted him for awhile, though in the end he escaped our efforts. If you are truly that same boy, then I will enjoy this all the more.”
“I am Saien McGerney, but I am no boy. I suspect you shall discover that soon enough.”
Saien realized the crowd walking the streets had thinned, passersby obviously finding another route to their destinations. The air was thick with intensity. Saien’s grip tightened on his quarterstaff, and his mind cleared of all emotion.
Matti walked along silently, on occasion reaching to his side, no doubt for the rapier that was not there. Saien didn’t blame the young paladin. He knew the scene Matti had caused at the market would not go unnoticed. The site had obviously been a front for whatever went on at the Cloaked Traveler’s Inn, probably the base of this mysterious party that sought a meeting with Saien and his comrades. The looks Matti had received from various faces in the crowd suggested that there might be trouble in the near future, and the sooner the pair reached the inn, the better.
Saien rounded a corner and crashed into Bel, both man and elf falling to the ground. “Watch where you…oh.” The elf paused in realization, then continued, “You two look ridiculous in those disguises.”
“What are you doing here?!” Matti asked, quite annoyed. While flashing a glare at Connavar, he helped Saien to his feet. Saien felt annoyed himself. Bel should be the one to watch where he was going. That crazy elf always seemed to rush about with no thought for his surroundings! Matti continued, “I thought you were going to wait at the inn for us. You’ll blow our cover if you’ve been followed!”
“We would have stuck to the plan, if not for someone’s impatience,” Connavar said looking towards Bel.
Bel interjected, “I don’t have time to wait around all day while the two of you play silly make-up games. You both act much too childish.”
Matti looked on the point of telling Bel just how he felt, but Saien spoke up, “Where is Tamerlane?”
Bel and Connavar looked at one another, then the paladin replied, “Obviously not with you. We haven’t seen him since he left his morning.”
“Blood ashes!” Saien exclaimed. “I begin to wonder if anything can ever go as planned with this group.” These two should be waiting at the inn, and none of them knew where Tamerlane was. And, all the while, two dangerous organizations were hunting the streets of Arberdan for the five of them. Saien noticed as both Connavar and Matti tensed, and he realized an evil presence must be nearby.
“Look what we have here!” a voice came from behind Bel and Connavar. The pair turned, and Saien saw a fair number of men, each looking a bit unwashed behind the ears, not to mention quite ragged around the edges. He noticed the guard from the day before, the one who had been harassing the tavern keeper at the Blue Lotus. It seemed the Ash Hand had come to enforce their warning. The man spoke up, “The pair has led us straight to the other two, who I see have dressed themselves up in an attempt to hide from us. Foolish. The Ash Hand always follows through on its promises.”
Against better judgment, Saien threw caution to the wind and cried out, “And Saien McGerney always makes good on his word, which has pledged to see your presence wiped clean from all of Arberdan!” The group of men looked to one another, and their leader seemed a bit taken back by Saien's outburst.
“Saien McGerney? Saien McGerney did you say?” The man erupted with deeply diabolical laughter. “Yes, I remember that name. A young pest who continually pushed too far down south. I hunted him for awhile, though in the end he escaped our efforts. If you are truly that same boy, then I will enjoy this all the more.”
“I am Saien McGerney, but I am no boy. I suspect you shall discover that soon enough.”
Saien realized the crowd walking the streets had thinned, passersby obviously finding another route to their destinations. The air was thick with intensity. Saien’s grip tightened on his quarterstaff, and his mind cleared of all emotion.
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"I told you it was a trap Conn" shouted Bel,
With a shout Bel drew his sword and knife and charging into the Ash Hand agents. Bowling over two of them as he ran in.
Connavar, Matti and Saien looked at the elf in surprise before drawing their weapons, Connavar flung Matti's Sabre at his friend,
"Catch!"
And then as one they followed the elf into the fray.
The elf had faced off with one opponent his longsword moving as a blur deflecting all the strokes of his opponent with consumate ease, then an opening appeared in the adversaries defence and Bel's knife sliced in opening up the mans belly and yanking out a few feet of guts, the mans squeal of pain cut of sharply as Bel's sword entered the mans throat and ending his life. The next assailant screamed and swung wildly at Bel, who looking up ducked under the falling blade and stabbed his up through the base of his oponents mouth into his brain.
Then Bel noticed something to his left,
o0O It couldn't be she's dead O0o
While Bel was staring lost in his own thoughts an Ash Hand came up behind him and stabbed him in the back, surprised someone had found a chink in his suit of chainmail Bel let out a groan and collapsed crashing to the ground.
With a shout Bel drew his sword and knife and charging into the Ash Hand agents. Bowling over two of them as he ran in.
Connavar, Matti and Saien looked at the elf in surprise before drawing their weapons, Connavar flung Matti's Sabre at his friend,
"Catch!"
And then as one they followed the elf into the fray.
The elf had faced off with one opponent his longsword moving as a blur deflecting all the strokes of his opponent with consumate ease, then an opening appeared in the adversaries defence and Bel's knife sliced in opening up the mans belly and yanking out a few feet of guts, the mans squeal of pain cut of sharply as Bel's sword entered the mans throat and ending his life. The next assailant screamed and swung wildly at Bel, who looking up ducked under the falling blade and stabbed his up through the base of his oponents mouth into his brain.
Then Bel noticed something to his left,
o0O It couldn't be she's dead O0o
While Bel was staring lost in his own thoughts an Ash Hand came up behind him and stabbed him in the back, surprised someone had found a chink in his suit of chainmail Bel let out a groan and collapsed crashing to the ground.
Bel Haladrin - paranoid elven fighter - proud member of The Blades of the Banshee
"You told me it was a trap?! You were the one desperate to run off!"
Connavar moved quickly as he spoke and shed his weight from his back, allowing him freedom of movement. He drew his sword and clashed with an assailant, parrying a blow with a stong downwards slash.
The metal rang out and a spark kicked off of the blade. Connavar parried another thrust from a long sword and kicked out at the sword arm from his opponent, knocking clear the blade. He slammed the hilt of his sword into the forehead of his attacker and the man dropped like a sack full of lead.
Connavar turned, looking for another opponent when he saw Bel fall from a vicious backstab. Connavar ran to the elf and punched the backstabber in the head. The mans eyes rolled into the back of his head and he was clean out of the fight. Connavar hefted Bel and moved him into the shade of a building, hoping he was clear from view of his enemies.
Matti and Saien were both holding their own, Matti fencing with an agile swordsman with a good sword arm and Saien fighting off two men with repeated bashes from his staff.
A mob rounded the corner and shouted out that battle was joined.
"Oh sh...." Connavar ran up to Matti and Saien and hoped to help them best their opponents.
"We need to get on with this gentlemen, we have a few more guests coming to join us soon..."
Connavar saw a similar figure crouch near to Bel and she beckoned with a hand gesture for them to hurry. He guessed that now was the time for them to rely on their apparent allies...
OOC: AJ and Rail, if you want to finish off your opponents we can move on to other things...
@ Wolven, how many people did you beat? You may be good, but you don't beat 4 trained thieves that easily. Shall we tone down the Bruce Lee style please?
Connavar moved quickly as he spoke and shed his weight from his back, allowing him freedom of movement. He drew his sword and clashed with an assailant, parrying a blow with a stong downwards slash.
The metal rang out and a spark kicked off of the blade. Connavar parried another thrust from a long sword and kicked out at the sword arm from his opponent, knocking clear the blade. He slammed the hilt of his sword into the forehead of his attacker and the man dropped like a sack full of lead.
Connavar turned, looking for another opponent when he saw Bel fall from a vicious backstab. Connavar ran to the elf and punched the backstabber in the head. The mans eyes rolled into the back of his head and he was clean out of the fight. Connavar hefted Bel and moved him into the shade of a building, hoping he was clear from view of his enemies.
Matti and Saien were both holding their own, Matti fencing with an agile swordsman with a good sword arm and Saien fighting off two men with repeated bashes from his staff.
A mob rounded the corner and shouted out that battle was joined.
"Oh sh...." Connavar ran up to Matti and Saien and hoped to help them best their opponents.
"We need to get on with this gentlemen, we have a few more guests coming to join us soon..."
Connavar saw a similar figure crouch near to Bel and she beckoned with a hand gesture for them to hurry. He guessed that now was the time for them to rely on their apparent allies...
OOC: AJ and Rail, if you want to finish off your opponents we can move on to other things...
@ Wolven, how many people did you beat? You may be good, but you don't beat 4 trained thieves that easily. Shall we tone down the Bruce Lee style please?
Perverteer Paladin
edit: Rail edited his actions after reading Nippy's remarks, since Matti had bested at least five. Maybe six! All very stylishly, too!
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Matti caught his rapier with his off hand, even as he'd been reaching for the longknife from his belt. He was grateful Conn had brought the prized sword. Even if it wasn't magical, Matti had paid good money to the renound swordsmith from Caer Tor ,Evernon, to craft the beautiful piece, just for him. He pulled on the scabbard to unsheath the blade. But it wouldn't budge! The belt had been wrapped aroung the hilt, and bound the sheath tightly. There was no time to unwrap it!
One of the thieves ran at him with a blackened shortsword, anger and revenge gleaming in his eye and a snarl curling his lips. The blade thrust quickly at the paladin's chest.
Spinning on the balls of of his feet, he parried the shadowy blade with the sheathed sabre, and the longknife again from his waist. With a simple counter thrust, he hoped to end the encounter quickly and work his rapier free of it's storage.
But the thief was better than that. His other hand hend a dagger of his own, and he blocked the paladin's blade with a smile of achievement.
Matti smiled inwardly. Ahh, overconfidence in the corrupt of heart! Leaping back, he slid his longknife upward as he retreated, slashing the thief on the arm above the elbow. With a cry of pain and a spattering of blood, the Handling fell back, dropping his dagger to hold his hand on the wound.
Matti didn't have time to press the thief and finish him off. Shaking his rapier by the sheath, the belt loosened it's grip on the hilt, and Matti was able to get it free, drawing it with vigor and excitement. He felt the familiar rush of adrenaline he always felt going into a fight. He knew it wasn't very paladin-like to feel this way, and he tried to keep it hidden from others of his order, but there was doubt in his mind that he liked the rush. He hoped Lathander wouldn't fault him too much, and would help him overcome even this. He knew his cause was just, but he shouldn't revel in it.
Another Ash Hand barred his way from following the injured assassin. This one seemed much calmer and more adept with the blade. Matti did a quick check for evil, just to make sure none were sneaking around to attack him or Saien from behind. The area was full of foulness, but their backs were safe. He kept that divine channel open, even as he engaged the other warrior.
The man was good. There was no denying it. He was human, heavier of build than the diminutive Matti, but not so large as Conn. He had obviously had a fair amount of training, probably from Soberdan, if Matti read his stance and movements right. The warrior had a grim calmness about him, forcing Matti to hold down his own emotions. Loud and stylish were fine when you knew you could win, but this matter required concentration.
However, he couldn't keep his mouth shut. "You don't look like your average Ash Hand," he said with mock sincerity, but seemed to come to a sudden realization. "But then again, you're still unscarred and conscious. That must be it!" He pressed forward with a series of counter thrusts that had the warrior on his heels.
But the dark-clad man regained his footing and predded forward with an attack of his own. He maintained the grim demeanor he'd entered with. He didn't even smile at Matti's joke!
Matti returned the blow and pressed forward again, causing the man to back nearly into one of Saien's opponents. Perhaps, if he positioned himself right, Matti could get in a blow and help his friend out. The fake beard began to fall annoyingly off from a slight perspiration.
The wirey paladin could see he had very little time to act. Already another thief was moving to his flank, and he could see two more running to the fray from accross the street. Bell fell from a blow to the back, but Matti was too far away, and he could see Conn coming to the elf's aid.
Suddenly, shouts from down the street meant the battle was being joined. Probably others from the suspected guildhouse they'd just been to, sighed Matti. He noticed the thief he was facing and Saien's opponents stopped and took notice of the newcomers, alarm showing in their eyes.
Matti didn't hesitate. Diving toward the back one of Saien's foes, he managed to plunge his rapier into the man's calf. The knee buckled and the man cried out in surpride and agony. Matti rolled to his feet as his own opponent engaged him with renewed vigor, sword slashing now with renewed strength, either from desperation or anger. Neither showed in his calm eyes.
Conn rushed to his side, as the other thieves had crossed the street to join their comrades. Matti smiled with renewed confidence, but Conn pulled him back toward the building, even as their opponents disengaged, turning to face the newcomers. Sain, panting from the fight, trotted quickly to their side, eyeing the street warily. Things were getting quite out of hand!
Matti hadn't noticed the small figure, hovering near Bel, nor her beckoning gesture. He was scanning the street and rooftops for Tamerlane, but couldn't seem to find the bard anywhere! Allowing Conn to pull him back further into the alley, Matti backed into the shadows and further from the battle. For the moment, they seemed to be forgotten in something larger.
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Matti caught his rapier with his off hand, even as he'd been reaching for the longknife from his belt. He was grateful Conn had brought the prized sword. Even if it wasn't magical, Matti had paid good money to the renound swordsmith from Caer Tor ,Evernon, to craft the beautiful piece, just for him. He pulled on the scabbard to unsheath the blade. But it wouldn't budge! The belt had been wrapped aroung the hilt, and bound the sheath tightly. There was no time to unwrap it!
One of the thieves ran at him with a blackened shortsword, anger and revenge gleaming in his eye and a snarl curling his lips. The blade thrust quickly at the paladin's chest.
Spinning on the balls of of his feet, he parried the shadowy blade with the sheathed sabre, and the longknife again from his waist. With a simple counter thrust, he hoped to end the encounter quickly and work his rapier free of it's storage.
But the thief was better than that. His other hand hend a dagger of his own, and he blocked the paladin's blade with a smile of achievement.
Matti smiled inwardly. Ahh, overconfidence in the corrupt of heart! Leaping back, he slid his longknife upward as he retreated, slashing the thief on the arm above the elbow. With a cry of pain and a spattering of blood, the Handling fell back, dropping his dagger to hold his hand on the wound.
Matti didn't have time to press the thief and finish him off. Shaking his rapier by the sheath, the belt loosened it's grip on the hilt, and Matti was able to get it free, drawing it with vigor and excitement. He felt the familiar rush of adrenaline he always felt going into a fight. He knew it wasn't very paladin-like to feel this way, and he tried to keep it hidden from others of his order, but there was doubt in his mind that he liked the rush. He hoped Lathander wouldn't fault him too much, and would help him overcome even this. He knew his cause was just, but he shouldn't revel in it.
Another Ash Hand barred his way from following the injured assassin. This one seemed much calmer and more adept with the blade. Matti did a quick check for evil, just to make sure none were sneaking around to attack him or Saien from behind. The area was full of foulness, but their backs were safe. He kept that divine channel open, even as he engaged the other warrior.
The man was good. There was no denying it. He was human, heavier of build than the diminutive Matti, but not so large as Conn. He had obviously had a fair amount of training, probably from Soberdan, if Matti read his stance and movements right. The warrior had a grim calmness about him, forcing Matti to hold down his own emotions. Loud and stylish were fine when you knew you could win, but this matter required concentration.
However, he couldn't keep his mouth shut. "You don't look like your average Ash Hand," he said with mock sincerity, but seemed to come to a sudden realization. "But then again, you're still unscarred and conscious. That must be it!" He pressed forward with a series of counter thrusts that had the warrior on his heels.
But the dark-clad man regained his footing and predded forward with an attack of his own. He maintained the grim demeanor he'd entered with. He didn't even smile at Matti's joke!
Matti returned the blow and pressed forward again, causing the man to back nearly into one of Saien's opponents. Perhaps, if he positioned himself right, Matti could get in a blow and help his friend out. The fake beard began to fall annoyingly off from a slight perspiration.
The wirey paladin could see he had very little time to act. Already another thief was moving to his flank, and he could see two more running to the fray from accross the street. Bell fell from a blow to the back, but Matti was too far away, and he could see Conn coming to the elf's aid.
Suddenly, shouts from down the street meant the battle was being joined. Probably others from the suspected guildhouse they'd just been to, sighed Matti. He noticed the thief he was facing and Saien's opponents stopped and took notice of the newcomers, alarm showing in their eyes.
Matti didn't hesitate. Diving toward the back one of Saien's foes, he managed to plunge his rapier into the man's calf. The knee buckled and the man cried out in surpride and agony. Matti rolled to his feet as his own opponent engaged him with renewed vigor, sword slashing now with renewed strength, either from desperation or anger. Neither showed in his calm eyes.
Conn rushed to his side, as the other thieves had crossed the street to join their comrades. Matti smiled with renewed confidence, but Conn pulled him back toward the building, even as their opponents disengaged, turning to face the newcomers. Sain, panting from the fight, trotted quickly to their side, eyeing the street warily. Things were getting quite out of hand!
Matti hadn't noticed the small figure, hovering near Bel, nor her beckoning gesture. He was scanning the street and rooftops for Tamerlane, but couldn't seem to find the bard anywhere! Allowing Conn to pull him back further into the alley, Matti backed into the shadows and further from the battle. For the moment, they seemed to be forgotten in something larger.
Matti Il-Amin, Paladin, comedian, and expert adventurer. Proudly bearing the colors of the [url="http://www.svelmoe.dk/blade/index.htm"]Blades of the Banshee[/url]
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o0O I don't believe it how could it be possible she's dead, but I saw her there large as life in front of me, why the hell cant i see anything and why does my back hurt so much????? Ugh what the hell is hapening to me?? O0o
With a flicker Bel opened his eyes to see a small diminuitive figure dragging him by the collar down an alleystrange they seemed a bit small to be able to grag him, then as he was thinking that another wave of pain washed over him and he blacked out once more.
With a flicker Bel opened his eyes to see a small diminuitive figure dragging him by the collar down an alleystrange they seemed a bit small to be able to grag him, then as he was thinking that another wave of pain washed over him and he blacked out once more.
Bel Haladrin - paranoid elven fighter - proud member of The Blades of the Banshee