RPG #7 - Dark Chest of Wonders

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  1. Linw`e

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    "Surelly as the wind flies."said Sindaris "But we must move quickly, time is short. and call me Sindaris. If we are to travle together we should know eachothers names."
    They went running off tward the rest of the group Sindaris inthe lead. Linwe wached from her horse as Sindaris came along side of her once more. "That female wolf seems strong and beutiful, just your type Sindaris. do you plan to catch her eye?" Linwe spoke elvish to her friend.
    "You ride that horse bare back with no riens because as an Elf you must and choose to respect all forms of life." Sindaris tossed his head at Linwe. "Just as I being a wolf must respect the wishes of my fellow beasts. So if I am to respect their wishes Ican't and won't persue her, lest her wishes change."
    "you know Sindaris, you could have just said that she was bonded to the other wolf." Linwe said raising an eyebrow.
    "Such matters should always warent a more sirieous explannation. As an elf I would expect you to know that." Sindaris looked anoid.
    "Yes your right, it was wrong of me to make light of such matters. I am sorry, I only wished to lighten the mood." she said as they sped tword thier destanation.
     
  2. Turin

    Turin Valar Morghulis

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    Belraad watched in shadowed silence as the group passed by him on the road. It seemed that the group he'd attacked in Flower Hood had grown larger, it now bore a striking resemblance to a traveling circus. A dragon flapped by overhead as the mounted riders galloped by on the beaten road, led by the robed monk and followed by three wolves.

    He watched silently as they passed him, unaware of his presence mere yards away. Though the beast he was tracking travelled with the group, the woman who was his ulimate goal was not. Belraad closed his eyes and allowed his other senses to take over, falling into the semblance of a medatative trance. He allowed his hearing and sense of smell to wander about the area. In the distance he could make out the sounds of squirels scampering across the limbs of a tree, he could smell the damp fur of a rodent in a nearby stream, but no trace of anyone trailing the group in the forest around him.

    A bit disgusted at having lost track of his target, the assassin retrieved the small figurine from a pocket and whispered the word of command. A moment later he stood again in his chambers in the palace. He looked the figure over one last time before tossing it aside. The enchantment were gone now, and it was just a useless piece of wood.

    Belraad slipped through the door leading to the corridor outside and began making his way toward Galthrist's privete chambers.
     
  3. Crusader

    Crusader Disturber of the Peace

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    There were a few disruptions on their journey to Alexander, yet again their group grew, needlessly in his opinion. There were apuses for intorduction but little else and they quickly returned to the road, what began as half a days travel lead on till the sun had lain down for another night and all there was left was mud and darkness. After what seemed forever lights appeared on the horizon, many of them, and Adrius brought the group to a halt.

    "We have reached the city of Alexander, nightfall will aid us as guards often do not note entries when they can be resting, unless of course there is much of note." He frowned at Sallthak who shrugged and returned to his human form. "We should enter seperately just incase they mark out our mismatched group, preferable by different gates or by other means" Adrius still had no plan on getting into the kings fortress, that would take muhc more than his axe and flying in on a dragons back would attract a little too much attention. Whatever their plan was it was best they did not attract notice before it was neccesary. "Once inside meet up in the city square in one hour and we will begin planning our rescue, ready youselves, we may not be welcome in this city for a long time henceforth" Feeling a slight patter of rain trying to start up again, Adrius heeled his horse into a slow trot towards the city gates, the reigns feeling heavy in his left arm, still numb from the wound. As he rode he checked it, his salve had cleaned it well and it was already knitting the flesh together slowly, a day or two and there would be nothing left, nothing but a craving for justice. The man responsible would be within the city walls. Adrius quickened his pace and begun unconciously stroking his axe-blade.
     
  4. Naomi Eboncloud

    Naomi Eboncloud ~The Black Rose of Maiem~

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    As the fellowship grew larger, Dead Boy drove his own steed harder down the dusty road. Alexander...it was but a glimpse of a marring bump upon the flawlessly straight horizon. They were getting closer. As the wolves WindRunner and MistNight strayed in his path, he growled and would have charged right through them, or over them, if Creek Mary hadn't cried out in horror and forced his hands to swerve the beast just in time. Then their relentless beeline continued toward the horizon.

    There was no time for delay. They had to confont Galathrist...kill Galathrist. If he had had blood, it would have been burning. Why did the mere thought of the demon king anger him so? Why did the mere thought of killing him make Dead Boy feel alive...?

    Creek Mary pulled herself close as the horse was forced to go faster, feeling herself slipping and grabbing on tighter. This was a side of Dead Boy she's had the misfortune to see only once before...the day she'd summoned him. She'd prayed for an angel of mercy...and had recieved an angel of vengeance. When dealing with her, he was as gentle as a lamb, most of the time...but when confronted by others, he was callous, even violent. What drove his cold thirst for violence so? He surely did not ride for Eris, she thought sadly as she heard him growl beneath what she called his breath, watching helplessly as they passed Adrius and parted ways with him to enter through the South Gate.

    She and Dead Boy had been fated to walk the same road, but they were walking in completely opposite directions...

    ****

    "Aha...gotcha."

    Eris smiled triumphantly as the locks to her cuffs clicked, and the chains fell in a heap upon her lap from her wrists. She rubbed them for a moment gingerly, before getting up and checking for the guards.

    There were two guards, both of them nodding off. Eris sighed. They called this maximum security, didn't they? It was almost their fault that she was going to escape...she slowly approached the one resting up against the bars on the front of her cell and gently stuck her arms through the bars and embraced his neck. Then slowly, putting pressure on a little at a time, she squeezed and pulled so she was slowly suffocating him.

    By the time the guard realized he couldn't breathe, it was too late. He struggled and gurgled for his friend, but not nearly loud enough. His hands pawed at her arms, but she hugged tighter and drained that energy from him. He convulsed and struggled vainly for a few more moments before he went limp, his arms falling down his sides and saliva dripping from his chin beneath the black helm.

    Then, after all her attempts to remain quiet, Eris pushed the guard's body unceremoniously off of his post chair so that his armor clattered loudly upon the stone ground. As the other guard jerked at the noise, she grabbed a rock laying on the cell floor and chucked it into the dark hallway beyond, hitting a waste barrel and knocking over the contents loudly, causing a wandering cat sleeping in it to shriek and go running off. Then, Eris joined the clamour as well, screaming at the top of her lungs.
    The guard snapped fully awake and got ot his feet, bewildered at the sight of his patrol buddy lying dead. "Wha--what happened?! Lady, calm down and tell me what the hell happened!!!"

    "In the name of the lost gods!! It was a maniac!" she shrieked in fear. "He just came out of nowhere and started beating the life out of him! My god!"

    "What'd he look like?!"

    "Uh...he was tall...a tall elf with a beard!"

    The guard's eyes went wide. "Rothiel from section five?! He's a senseless murderer!"

    Eris paused in her act. Usually her fake descriptions didn't match...but oh well. "Well...well of COURSE he is! Look at what he did!! And he's loose now!"

    "Which way did he go?!"

    "Down that way! That way!" she cried, pointing down the hallway. The guard took off. "Be careful, oh, be careful! Whatever you do...be careful," she ended in a dark chuckle, dropping her charade as soon as the guard was out of earshot. That being taken care of, she backed up and realized she hadn't apprehended the keys...and she's pushed that guard too far to reach. And her dinner fork would never break through a lock that big. Oops.

    "Now, this would have been your cue to bend the bars or some weird crap like that, Seif...now I'm gonna have to...hello." Her eyes caught sight of a grill-covered vent on the very top of the rough stone domed ceiling. Probably for drainage...but it looked like it hadn't been used in a while. And looked like it could come off...if she could get up there. "Well, if I'd seen that earlier I wouldn'ta had to kill the jerk..." she sighed. "My bad."

    She grabbed hold of the bars and pulled herself up as gracefully as a spider, silently climbing up their smooth metal shapes and onto the rocky ledge over the front cell wall. She planned to shimmy across to the place along the circular jail that brought her closest to the upside down manhole, when she heard footsteps marching in unison down the stairs towards her cell. Crap.

    There was a pause as they undoubtedly found the body of the guard, then the click of the lock as several of them entered. They looked around, inspecting each shadow, while a woman wearing a lieutenant's uniform stood perfectly still amidst them as if trying to catch a scent. Eris pressed back against the wall and remained perfectly still.

    "She's gone...and the door wasn't even open. How could this be, Lieutenant Kai-Ta?"

    "Her scent is still strong...she must have recently left." The woman's voice was cold, but human, and yet, not overly so. "Eris Pendragon lives up to her namesake. She is indeed a mistress of trickery and deception. Find the guard who left his post. I want him dead."

    "And this one, Lieutenant?"

    "Leave him."

    "But..."

    "The rats need to eat as well," she said placidly, and ordered them off before leaving herself.
     
  5. Turin

    Turin Valar Morghulis

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    “Where is she!” Galthrist roared.

    Belraad, seated casually in one of the King’s padded chair turned to study the face of his employer, as the Demon’s tirade continued. The assassin wondered briefly if the King would turn on him, it wouldn’t be unlike the ferocious monarch to do so. Belraad had witnessed it in the past when someone broke some bit of unpleasant news to him. For a being of his immense size and strength, the King was surprisingly agile. It occurred to Belraad then that if the king turned on him with that massive sword in hand, it might be all he could do to escape with his head in tact. The small-framed assassin had never met his equal in a fight, but he knew better than to think that tradition would hold true in this case.

    “That wench!” Galthrist continued. “Comes in here with her pets and makes demands of me! You were ordered to bring her back here Assassin.” He growled the last.

    Belraad shrugged with seeming indifference. He understood that this was probably not the best time to antagonize his employer with his seemingly uncaring attitude, but the mannerisms were so natural to him that they came without thinking. “As I’ve told you, she was not with the wolf. I wouldn’t be too concerned with it, a smug woman like that will likely make her way back to you in time.”

    “I want her in chains!” The king retorted.

    “I think that you forget our arrangement, my king.” The assassin continued. “I’m not a bird dog or a babysitter, nor am I your devout subject. I, my good king, am your employee, an employee with certain specialties. I followed the trail you provided for me and it led to a dead end. What else would you have me do?”

    A low, rumbling groan escaped Galthrist’s throat as he sat down in a chair across from the assassin. “What of the others?” He asked, changing the subject.

    “They near the city, likely they are within it’s walls as we speak.” Belraad replied. “Perhaps it would be wise to speak with one or two of them. If the woman truly does not understand who or what she is, possibly one of them does.” The assassin shrugged again before continuing. “I have need to venture out into the city this evening. If it is your wish, I could extend an . . . invitation to one of them on your behalf.”

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    The meeting with the king had gone much as he’d expected. After Galthrist’s initial rage, he’d calmed down and they were able to discuss matters in a more constructive manner. Belraad decided that before he made his way into the city he would check on Eris. Perhaps she would decide to be a little more talkative after spending some time in a cell.

    When the assassin reached the cell he found a rather interesting sight. One guard lay dead on the floor; a rather proficient female officer and a company of soldiers were escorting the other down the corridor.

    “She’s gone.” The woman informed him briefly as they met in front of the open cell door. “This one left his post and she slipped out, though I know not how, the door to the cell was locked when I arrived.”

    Belraad nodded his understanding as he studied the sullen guardsman. “Put his head on display on the barracks. It should discourage others from being lax in their duties.”

    The officer nodded her understanding and led the now struggling man away.

    Once inside the cell, it took Belraad only a brief moment to determine what had happened. The grate in the ceiling was still partially ajar, where Eris had apparently slipped out. The assassin turned and sprinted down the corridor and made his way into the lower confines of the fortress. He knew where the ventilation ducts led, though he was one of very few. A person could wander around for weeks in the lower sections of the castle, and it was not an appealing thought to undertake a search for the woman after she’d gotten lost.

    Several minutes later Belraad stood to the side of an opening in the rough stone wall of the dank and dim corridor, several levels below the main dungeon. He stood in mute silence listening to a faint scuffing sound, accompanied by the sound of heavy breathing, coming from the duct. Her escape route would have been a slow one; the ducts were small and filled with centuries of filth and vermin.

    After waiting patiently for several long moments, the agile thief dropped nimbly from the opening in the wall to land in the darkness of the corridor.

    “How clever of you.” The assassin’s hushed voice filled the decayed hallway. Eris gave a start as she spun to face him.
     
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  6. Naomi Eboncloud

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    Eris jumped at the voice, but when she saw it was Belraad she laxed and swore softly under her breath. "Damn, you turn up everywhere, don't you? Clever my ass." She gagged as she brushed what filth she could off of her clothes. "Next time I'll use the door, thank you very much." Wiping the grime off of her face (to little effect), she smirked and looked up at him.

    "Aren't you a little tired of playing the golden retriever for that ass? Or are you going to drag me back anyway?"
     
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    Belraad listened in silence to Eris' insulting comments, fighting back the urge to strike out at her. "Drag you back? I thought you were anxious to begin some type of employment with the good king of Alexander."

    Eris rolled her eyes and continued her attempts at cleansing herself.

    "No, I will not drag you back to Galthrist. I think that you will remain under my care until I have a few more questions answered. Come, I will give you more comfortable accomidations"

    The reluctant thief followed Belraad through a maze of twisting corridors, side passages, narrow tunnels, and steep stair cases. Finally they reached a smooth rock wall and Belraad laid his hand on a rough looking stone. Silently a section of the wall swung open and the pair stepped into Belraad's private chambers. The assassin noted Eris' intrigued look as the studied her surroundings. One wall of the chamber was covered in shelves, lined with leather bound books. Their subjects ranging from human anatomy to ancient history. In the center of the room stood a rather unseemly decoration. A human skelleton, wired together and suspended from a slender stand. Most of the vital organs were still present, having been preserved through the work of the resident alchemist.

    Belraad noted Eris' fascination, or perhaps it was revulsion at the sight. "One must truly understand his work, wouldn't you agree?" He commented. The Assassin used the display for study, he believed that in order to be an efficient killer, an assassin should understand the human body and all of it's weaknesses.

    "I have a small matter to attend to." Belraad continued. He gestured towards the doorway leading off into another room as he began again. "Their are garments in the closet that should serve you for now. Do see that you are washed when I return, you smell like you've slept in pig shit. Oh, and I should remind you that you are in my care until I release you. Don't make me come chasing after you again."
     
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    Zalina was running quickly, obeying some internal tugging that she did not understand. But it was leading her to some evil, and as she drew closer, she sensed two things.

    One, WindRunner and MistNight were close. Very close.

    Two, the demon king lived here.

    She growled under her breath, hands instinctively tightening on hidden knives before she relaxed and called upon her power as Walker between the Worlds, using the otherwordly mist to cloak herself from prying eyes. It would not grant her true invisiblity, but would rather encourage others to look away from her.

    In some wolfish part of her mind, she remembered the scent of the assassin who had shot at her wolves. She sensed that he, too, was in here as well, and set off at a silent lope towards her sensing of his presence. As she slipped inside the palace and through the shadowed corridors, she heard two voices conversing nearby, the assassin and the woman she had seen in the demon king's hands.

    "...don't make me come chasing after you again," she heard, and Zalina slid back into the shadows, wondering what both assassin and demon king would do if they saw her here.

    Unperturbed, she settled down to wait. Anyone who had the strength of will could see through her magical mist, and if all else failed, she could exile herself into the place between worlds again. And it seemed that the assassin was a little more reasonable than the demon king. Perhaps they could work out an agreement.

    She sniffed the air, and wrinkled her nose as the unmistakable foul odor of mixed mud and blood washed over her, wondering what could make such a disgusting combination.
     
  9. Elan Morin Tedronai

    Elan Morin Tedronai The Forsaken

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    The assassin left in a hurry, as most were wont to do after a shouting match with the King Of Alexander. This woman was quickly becoming troublesome. How had she escaped ? he wondered to himself as he made his way to his private quarters. His honour guard following silently behind. Did Belraad have something to do with it ? He had taken a great interest in this Eris, ever since she showed up. Perhaps he was in league with her ? It would be just like the Assassin to change sides when Galathrist needed him the most. A good Assassin was hard to find, and it would be a shame if Galathrist had to murder his favourite killer.

    Storming down the corrider that led to his room, underneath the gilded columns and past the rich tapestries, Galathirst stopped suddenly. He felt...and oddity. It was not the presence of another "tainted" creature, like that Dark Elf, but rather, a counterpresence to his own. As if his opposite were near. Suddenly it came to him, and his eyes flashed like dark fire. "The Walker Between The Worlds...."

    She would dare return here ? To his own castle ? This girl was indeed brave, but Galathrist had broken and murdered many who were braver and stronger than her. He lifted his hand, and dark green energy spilled around it, lighting the room and making a crackling, hissing sound. He clenched his fist and the magic fire grew larger. The honour guard did not even blink. Obediant as always.

    This Walker would find her end in Alexander. And it would not be without pain.
     
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    Sallthak shruged and closed his eyes. Silver/green fire spun around him for a moment befor he asumed the apearance of a poor traveling merchent down on his luck. A moment or two later he entered the north gate leaving some gold to be forgoten befor melting into the city his apearance changing once more to vanish.
     
  11. Naomi Eboncloud

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    " 'Don't make come chasing after you again...' " she mimicked under her breath as he left. When he was gone, she heeded his words and stripped away her filthy clothes, and made short work of locating the washbasin. Ten minutes and basin of mucky water later, Eris was drying herself off. At least the smell was gone.

    Belraad's clothes fit her well; maybe it was fortunate that they were just about equal in size. She pulled on a black top and pants, fitted to enable the clumsiest dolt to move without sound or sight. Looking herself over, and being satisifed, she curiously perused Belraad's bookshelf.

    It took her a few moments to realize that someone was watching her every move. But whomever it was was hidden well...she couldn't quite place just where the eerie feeling was coming from. A book open in her palm, she looked about curiously, peering into the dark that shrouded everythign in the room.
     
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    The door closed behind the assassin with a soft click of the latch. As soon as he'd entered the passageway he felt the presence. Belraad smiled ruefully in the shadows of his cowled cloak, allowing his senses to tune in to the surrounding area. After a brief moment he realized that the other was behind his in a small nook in the polished stone wall. Whoever it was had quite a bit of skill at remaining hidden, he doubted that there were a handful of people in the world that would have picked up on the intruder. However, Belraad's accute senses caught the smell, not foul, but out of place, the sound of disciplined, controlled breathing, and the sound of a heavily beating heart.

    The woman he concluded, she had claimed to be the 'Walker between the Worlds' and while the cynical assassin was loath to believe in myths, he had read a few text's on the mysterious figure, and stealth was one of her supposed attributes.

    "You've put Galthrist into quite a rage." He spoke, leaving his back to the mysterious presence. "Have you come to face his wrath, or are you prepared to do more of that negotiating that you seem to have such a nack for."

    As the assassin turned, the air in the nook seemed to waver slightly and take on substance as the slight form of the woman he'd been tracking earlier appeared. She stood silently, seeming to size up the man before her with keen eyes. Though she did well to maintain the outward appearance of being calm and collected, Belraad noted how close her hands were to the short swords sheathed at her waist, as well as the slight crouch she assumed as she became visible.

    "History says that you are a fierce warrior, loyal to no one save your aloof goddess." Belraad's hand darted out from beneath his cloak and a small blade twirled through the air toward the woman's head, some thirty feet away. The woman's weapons leapt into her hands as she batted the blade away barely more than an inch from her face, sending it clattering against the wall. She shifted her weight to regain her balance after the near miss and assumed a casual defensive stance, facing the seemingly non caring assassin, wrapped in the folds of his black cloak.

    "Impressive." Belraad commented, his voice slightly more than a whisper. "So, shall we have at each other or did you have something constructive in mind?"
     
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    "Attacking each other would be amusing, but wouldn't really accomplish anything," she said with a wry smile. "It is true that I am loyal only to my goddess and my wolves. The only price for my aid is this--Galtharist, your demon king, shall leave the wilds alone. If not, I can go sell my service to the other side."

    "And why should I need your help?"

    "The aid of the Walker between the Worlds is priceless," she said, trying to keep her nervousness from her voice. It was all very well to think about negotiating with the demon king, and another thing to actually do it. "Lie to me, and I will know. Play me false, and I think that your demon king won't like the lash of my power. I think that we both stand to benefit from this bargain: I give you my aid and that of my wolves', and you give me information and leave the wilds alone." The assassin seemed to be considering it, but that could easily be a sham. "Good job, by the way, on sensing me," she added a moment later. She always acknowledged a good hit from her opponents. "Not too many could have found me. How did you know?"
     
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    “Those who see only with their eyes are blind by comparison.” Belraad responded to Zalina’s question. “Part of my training is learning to see without my eyes.” To this the woman raised a questioning eyebrow, so the assassin went on with a shrug of his shoulders. “I blindfold myself, arm several of the more vicious guests in the dungeon, and turn them loose. If they wound me, they are free, if they kill me, they may loot my corpse on the way out. So far we’ve not troubled the public by releasing any troublemakers.”

    Zalina nodded her head in understanding. “I see.” She said.

    “As for your propositions.” Belraad continued. “I am not a conqueror, or a destroyer of lands. I would suggest speaking with Galthrist about your proposed arrangement. I think you’ll find that he can be quite sensible after he’s calmed down a bit, though I wouldn’t recommend any more threats, he likes to see heads decorating the walls of the keep.”

    Zalina gave him a flat look after his last comment, which Belraad found inwardly amusing. “Come, I will show you to our gracious host.”
     
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    If either of the fools even try to "decorate" the walls with my head, let's see how much they like sitting between the worlds for the next five centuries. And as for gracious hosts... She hid a snarl and nodded, falling in behind the assassin as he led her through the winding halls.

    "As for threats, people don't usually listen without threats either before or during negotiations. I've found that it saves time if I do it before," she said.

    "A word of advice--don't treat Galathrist as either your superior or inferior. The former will make him think you a weakling, and the latter will infuriate him. I'd hate to see what would happen if both of you joined battle."

    I wouldn't, she thought with a slightly feral smile, but did not say it aloud. "Thank you," she said instead. The assassin nodded but did not say anything as his steps slowed and he knocked upon a door.

    "Behold the hall of Galathrist," he intoned softly, and Zalina swallowed as he opened the doors and she stepped inside.

    "Greetings, demon king," she said in her oddly husky voice. "The Walker between the Worlds has come to negotiate with you."
     
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    The Demon King growled deep within his chest, glaring at the small woman in pure hatred, his fists clenched tightly at his sides. Belraad interjected himself between them, we wanted to remind the King of the values of having a gifted ally, as well as get in a poke or two about bringing the woman to him after their argument in his rooms earlier.

    “Give us a moment.” The assassin said casually to the woman as he walked past her. He gestured to the king and the two moved off into a more secluded portion of the room, the king’s movements and eyes still fully of fury. “Galathrist.” Be began in a hushed whisper, typical of the shadowy figure. “Before you lash out I ask that you consider the possibilities of the alliance which the woman offers you.” Belraad thought for a moment on the strong headed woman and her potential. A potential that could cause both harm and prosperity to those she dealt with. A trait that the assassin found useful from time to time.

    “She threatened me in my own castle!” The huge figure of the king was barely able to contain his anger.

    “Yes, well, I had a bit of a discussion with her about that.” Belraad replied. “In the end it’s your decision of course. I was merely ordered to bring her to you, and as your humble servant I readily obey.” Belraad’s voice dripped sarcasm as he verbally poked at the already agitated demon.

    Belraad looked back towards the small woman who had accompanied him to the king, flanked by two of Galathrist’s towering henchmen. He shrugged his shoulders and went on. “Either way, I will take my leave now, I have matters to attend to in the city.” With that Belraad turned and strode toward the exit.
     
  17. Elan Morin Tedronai

    Elan Morin Tedronai The Forsaken

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    As the Assassin made his exit, Galathrist turned towards the woman standing before him. He realized that Belraad was right, another ally would be helpful. His Dark Elf pet hadn't sent any messages back since Flowerhood was destroyed, and he did not know if he had been betrayed. Another ally could only help his search for the Dark Chest.

    He looked at this woman, this Walker Between The Worlds, and he could sense her power. He did not know wether her's was stronger than his own, but it was vastly different. Her God had likely imbued her with magical abilities, just as Trikeria had done for Galathrist. Those powers allowed him to win this very kingdom, and its in throne.

    "My assassin has told me you wish to treat with me. After your foolish display here, it would seem unwise to come back. Do you wish to face the wrath of a Demon King in his very hall ?" he bellowed, and his red eyes flashed, for an instant lighting the room with a pale red. His hands became surroudned by a crackling, green energy and when he moved his arm, the Walker flew towards him, landing not an inch from his face. He feet dangling off the ground with her hands bound to her side by magic she could not likely sense.

    "Do not think that your God can protect you here. In my realm. If I treat with you, and you betray me. You will not be given a second chance. I will rip you limb from limb and splatter these walls with your blood. Do you understand ?"

    The woman nodded, defiance bright in her eyes. She tried to struggle, but to no avail. She looked him right in his face. His dark hair covered his left eye, but the right burned with a hatred that made most step back. And then she spat.

    The Demon King roared with a rage that made the walls shake, and dark energy swirled around him. He threw the woman back and focused an attack of unparralled darkness, the room become black as pitch, except for the green energys that now engulfed the entire body of Galathrist. He threw forward his hands and a terrible, sizzling crack sent the woman sprawling.

    The light returned to the room, and as usual, his honour guard had not strayed, nor even blinked. Just stood behind him in their obediance. Galathrist moved towards the Walker, lying on the floor, but to his amazement, her clothes were burnt and she had suffered some bad wounds, but she was alive. He had seen armys burn when he used that ability. He had seen the skin melt from the faces of his enemies. But this woman, this Walker, had withstood his rage.

    "You will make a powerful ally indeed," the Demon King whispered, "but if you ever do that again. I will kill you. I shall call for my Priest, he will heal your wounds, and replace your clothing. At midnight, come to my private chambers. The Guard will be told of your esteemed position, and will not hinder you," and with that the Demon King left his hall, as his Priest's came towards the woman, carrying her away to treat her burns.

    And it seemed to him, that he had taken another giant step in recovering the Dark Chest.

    "Soon," he whispered to himself, "Soon."
     
  18. Crusader

    Crusader Disturber of the Peace

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    After having his horse stabled and a room reserved in a shoddy inn at the edge of the poorer sections of the city, Adrius went back out into the rain, it was beginning to get heavier now like the sky was trying to wash the filth from the city, Adrius could feel it all around him, the place was wrong, it felt bad to be here, and when he turned his gaze to see the kings palace he knew why, there was evil there, a great deal of it and it was pouring into the city one day at a time. Alexander would be domed if something wasnt done soon, the whole world seemed to be suffering the same fate, a slow rot, someone had to do something, Adrius prayed for the strength to save as many as he could, but the world, even the whole of Alexander, was beyond him, he prayed for both.

    He shuffled through the papers, notes and books in his scrip while he was under a sheltered walk. The few books he ahd saved from the monestary had to ahve at least 4,000 years of history and culture within, there had to be something to help him get inside the fortress. The travels of Tamran Daar, no, the glory days of Raegden, no, wait, where was it.....The notes on Glyphics by the mages of B'shraan that may help. He had only deciphered a little of it, mages from a past era who used writings as a context for their power. Adrius had tapped some of what he found in their books, he hoped it was enough. He sat down on a doorstep nearby and looked over what he found, searching for some useful notes and then he found it. He took out a spare piece of papyrus and his inkar and quill, and becan to scratch on odd symbols, too many curles, dots and lines to seem like a language but he finished and looked at it. to him it seemed liek strange symbols, but he knew what they meant, but to another......"Excuse me" He noted to the nearest passerby who stopped to listen. He held up the paper for them to see. "By the order of the king you are to tell me all you know of this part of the city" The man stood shocked and began to mumble for a while about alleys and inns, people and such untill Adrius stopped him, passed him a few copper coins and thanked him, the man elft with alarming speed. Adrius looked at the paper again. The symbols drawn on it could only be seen by those who knew them, others would see that the paper was written on, but not what, and their minds would accept what was told to them. A simple piece of paper could be a warrant, an order form, a summons, anything. It could get them onyl so far, the stronger a mind was the easier it was for them to doubt. Simple soldiers trained to take orders and afraid to anger their superiors would accept it easily, but officers, body guards and so on would not be fooled. He had made for them a way into the castle, but once inside it would be much harder to get around.

    Continuing on down the street he made his way to the central city square near to the kings palace, carefully putting the paper away. He didnt know if the others had had any luck finding accomodation or other routes into the castle, but whatever their state of readiness, he would not leave Eris in the hands of the demon king, not while he had strength in him.
     
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    Zalina bit her lip to keep from crying out. Huntress, she hurt everywhere… but it was nothing she couldn’t heal. He’s fast, she admitted to herself grudgingly, and powerful, but he has no skill--or rather, subtlety. He's using it like a boulder instead of a sword. So very powerful... and arrogant in that power. I’d personally be ashamed of having so much power and no idea how to use it properly. She didn’t particularly like or trust the demon king at this point, but neither was she going to run to his enemies. She did not require Galathrist to bend knee to her. She only required him to treat her as an equal. She was not his slave or his pet, and he needed to know that. Of course, neither did he have to know that she hadn’t bothered to use her full strength. Candor compelled her to admit that he could take her down, but she was also very sure that if Galathrist tried, she could kill him in turn.

    She gathered her own power to her, healing herself before the priest could do it. She did not trust the demon king’s minions either, and she silenced the priest with another touch of magic before he could cry out.

    “Not a word,” she hissed, and the man frantically nodded. “Now put me down slowly, and don’t try to run.” He obeyed her instructions then looked at her with desperate eyes.

    She toyed with the idea of letting him go. “Go,” she said. “And remember—not a single word to anyone, least of your demon king.”

    “Not a single word,” he babbled back. “Not a single word—”

    “Go.” He turned and fled gratefully, and so it was that he did not see her fling a knife into the back of his head, killing him instantly.

    “I’m sorry,” she whispered. She hadn’t wanted to do that; this one had done her no personal harm. But she didn’t have a choice if she wanted to keep herself hidden a little bit longer. Although he had probably been too frightened to run to Galathrist, one could never tell—and there were always questions.

    Now what to do with the body? Hide it?

    Then she remembered the assassin’s warning about heads and walls, and she smiled grimly.

    When she was done with her task, she slipped back into the shadows, using her magic to conceal her. Then she found the nearest window, broke open the glass, and shape-changed into a crow before flying and reveling in her freedom.

    Eventually, she landed on top of the palace roofs, changed back to her human form, and set off to wander above the palace until the demon king came looking for her. Her teeth were bared in a feral smile, and she wondered what would happen if he tried to attack her again. She was fully prepared to jump back between the worlds and attack him from there.

    Until then, she planned to amuse herself by calling a storm. It was always fun to stand in the storm and feel lightning pass through her. For some odd reason, lightning had never been able to harm her, which was why the wolves had named her StormDragon.

    I think that it will be an interesting night.





    When Belraad opened the door to his chambers, he found a neatly wrapped bundle awaiting him. Frowning, he opened it and almost gagged when the stench of rotting flesh struck his nose.

    There was a tiny square paper stuck on the priest’s head, written in a small, clean hand.

    A gift for the demon king, he read, from Zalina Æthyrlan. I advise that you counsel your king to treat me as an equal, for I am not his inferior.

    Thunder rumbled outside as Belraad wondered exactly what to tell his king.
     
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    Turin Valar Morghulis

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    Night had rapidly descended on the bustling city of Alexander. The daytime commotion of Merchants, Peddlers, and farmers bringing the produce to market was replaced by a different type of activity from the darker side of humanity. The taverns and brothels became busier as the day drew to a close, and the nightlife of the largest city in the world came into full bloom. As the cloaked assassin crouched in the shadows of a large open window above the street he contemplated this thriving nightlife, every bit as lucrative as the more respectable practices of the city. The guild of thieves, and the guild of assassins were as prominent as the guilds of the merchants, goldsmiths, and shipwrights. He watched in silence as several members of this ever-popular thieves guild closed ranks on two figures sharing a mount in the broad alley below. The cloaked figure in front was unknown to Belraad, but the dark skinned woman clutching to the others waist was one of Eris’ companions in Flowerhood. As much as he hated to interrupt the work of the thieves, especially since they were being so stealthy and had not yet been noticed by their intended victims, he needed this woman alive. The guilds would be rather upset by this intervention, but as usual, there would be nothing they could do to the elusive Belraad, who steadfastly refused to join their ranks.

    Belraad’s slight form dropped soundlessly onto the floor on the dirty alley and he approached the open area as silently as a shadow. Across the alley his keen eyes picked out the form of a would be thief, leveling a drawn bow at the two mounted figures. The assassin’s hand slid to one of the small sheaves on his belt and produces a rather odd looking throwing knife, with no handle, and the sharpened edges. As the bowman sighted in on his prey Belraad reached his position behind one of the thieves, the man standing ready, clutching a throwing knife in his right hand. The flat triangular disk left Belraad’s hand and streaked across the alley to bury itself deeply into the archer’s chest. The arrow twanged from the bow and soared harmlessly down the alley to clatter against the brick wall of a building. As the knife left belraad’s hand, he reached for his saber, in one clean motion he slid the deadly blade from his hip and severed the knife hand of the thief before him.

    The scene in the alley deteriorated into momentary chaos. The two figures on the horse had halted and the dark skinned woman slid from her saddle and assumed a defensive posture. The remaining thieves had all drawn their weapons, daggers and short swords, and were prepared to fight their unknown assailant. Belraad stepped smoothly from the concealing shadows into the dim light in the center of the alley. The hoarse moans of pain from the injured man droning on in the background. The remaining thieves formed a circle around the assassin and prepared to make their attack.

    “Shadow Walker!” One man hissed, apparently their leader.

    “Leave these people to me, I have business with them.” Belraad stated flatly. “The rest of you will be spared if you leave now.”

    The man, who had spoken, apparently their leader, reluctantly nodded his head, his eyes still wide from the shock of having encountered the legendary assassin. At a gesture the other thieves turned and fled into the shadows, off to find a new victim.

    As the thieves departed, Belraad turned his attention to the other two, still seeming on edge from the sudden disruption, and understandably so. He had no idea if the woman recognized him from his capture of Eris in the streets of Flowerhood, but she assumed a defensive crouch as he took another step closer. The mounted figure, still draped in a heavy cloak moved into a position to defend his companion.

    Belraad stopped his advance; a fight wouldn’t accomplish anything at this point. “Who is she?” The assassin asked pointedly. “Who is the girl, and why is she of such importance?”
     
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