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Post by Michael of Eshnar on Jul 26, 2008 22:23:06 GMT
Corwyn shakes his head and snarls in rage, his ethereal body pulsating and shifting through various colours as he does so.
Even if I knew which way the seneschal was headed, the horse would still easily outrun me, even now, Corwyn thinks to himself. Now I just need to find someone by themselves to feed off.
He snarls a few more times for dramatic effect and then moves off.
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Hawk's Bane
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Harbinger of Evil who's leaking like a drippy tap
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Post by Hawk's Bane on Jul 27, 2008 2:01:46 GMT
Hawk's Bane made a quick search of the room, well aware of the urgency that was required. Sword in hand; eyes darting around the room, from one object to another.
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Post by Dirac Sil on Jul 27, 2008 5:30:48 GMT
Dirac looks to the window, then looks at the wounded kai hunter Hawk's Bane. "Hunter," growls the man, "if you can create an egress for us, and secure our mounts, we can deal with the baron."
Dirac looks to Soul Spawn for confirmation. Splitting the group is never adviseable, but Hawk's Bane is a potential liability if he falls and is left in the baron's clutches, and Corwyn is still outside doing goodness knows what. Plus, they still have no secure exit strategy.
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Hawk's Bane
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Post by Hawk's Bane on Jul 27, 2008 11:16:49 GMT
Hawk's Bane's keen sense of smell alerted him to the smell of death, sweetly rotten behind the big double doors. He moved towards the doors, "Hmm, something is dead behind these doors, quite some time too." Then, Dirac spoke to him, "Hunter, if you can create an egress for us, and secure our mounts, we can deal with the baron." To which he answered, "How do you propose I do that?"
Hawk's Bane was clearly agitated at the buccaneer's suggestion since he was more interested on the source of the stench.
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Post by Dirac Sil on Jul 27, 2008 17:02:42 GMT
Dirac notices the smell, and perhaps thought a living captive might not be an issue after all.
"Something to make it easier for us to take a body - living or dead - out of that window," gestured Dirac. "and make sure we have horses, and Corwyn, waiting for us when we do - you are no use to us if you drop down wounded here to a surprise blow."
Dirac realised he was ordering aroudn the darklander, but the adrenaline and fear were not being helped by this odd and gruesome turn of events with locked doors and corpse stench.
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Hawk's Bane
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Post by Hawk's Bane on Jul 28, 2008 15:55:23 GMT
Hawk's Bane turned and stared down Dirac. "And since when did I say that you are in charge? Know your place, pirate." He moved towards the door, drawn by the strong smell coming from behind them.
"Besides, it'll take more than a surprise blow to take me down. On the other hand, I do agree that you'll need my skills if you want to escape this place, just like how you depended on me to get in but only after we've uncovered what's behind the door."
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Post by Dirac Sil on Jul 28, 2008 16:01:05 GMT
"My place is apparently with amateur murderers! If you will not listen to sense, then I will do what must be done."
Dirac walks to the window to go from it, turning his back on the kai hunters.
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Post by Slavemaster on Jul 28, 2008 16:31:37 GMT
Corwyn:
The two storerooms are deserted, but when you glide into the stables, you see a stablehand in an empty box, just clearing up after the horse he hastily prepared for the seneschal. There are about a dozen other horses in the stable, getting jittery as they feel your unnatural presence...
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Post by Slavemaster on Jul 28, 2008 20:34:57 GMT
Corwyn:
The stablehand looks up as the horses gets nervous and doesn't notice Corwyn gliding up towards him. He screams in pain and staggers as his life is drained out of him. In fear and pain, he stumbles towards the door, almost dead.
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Post by Michael of Eshnar on Jul 28, 2008 21:05:33 GMT
"Run," hisses Corwyn dramatically. "Run and don't look back. Keep silent or the physical pain will be nothing compared to the mental torture you will endure. Flee from this place at once!"
Corwyn snarls at the stable-hand, letting his frightful presence wash over the man, and waits, fully prepared to blast him with psychic energy if he does try to alert the guards.
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Soul Spawn
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Post by Soul Spawn on Jul 29, 2008 12:17:40 GMT
"If you two wives have finished, we have a task at hand. Dirac, your concern is noted, but do not fear for our escape. We stay and investigate what is causing that delightful aroma!" There is not a hint of disgust in my voice as l speak. "Now Dirac, can you unlock this door? If not, a more direct approach can be taken."
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Post by Slavemaster on Jul 29, 2008 14:19:27 GMT
As Dirac is unable to open the door and you don't have a key that fits, you use force. Eventually, under your heavy blows, the door bursts open; one half falls on the floor, the other hangs loosely on the hinges. A stench of rotting flesh meets you, and a couple of rats scurry away as you make your way into the room.
The room is gloomy, thick red curtains hanging over the high windows. It is semi-circular, taking up half of this floor. It is a lavishly decorated bedroom, apparently belonging to a woman; the big, four-poster bed have drapings of satin and lace and there is a spinning wheel in one corner, and a small table with sewing and embroidery equipment. There is also a smaller bed tucked away in a corner, a couple of modesty screens and some other furniture and shelves. The floor has a thick Cloaesian carpet and there are tapestries on the walls.
Near the bed is a dressing table with a mirror, and in the chair is slumped the body of a woman; it is from her the stench is coming. It is hard to say for how long she has been dead - the warm weather has made her decay more rapid - but weeks for sure. Maggots are crawling across her once beutiful face, and rats have gnawed her hands and feet; had you not been Darklanders, the sight would have been frightening. However, what disturbs even your senses is that someone has apparently taken care of the body post morten; there is makeup inexpertly applied to her face - rouge on her cheeks, eyeshadow and painted lips, making her rotted face even more ghastly. And on a small table by her side, there is the remains of a dinner, probably not more than a few days old, even if the rats have eaten most of it, and a silver goblet filled with wine...
Otherwise, there is no one else in the room.
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Post by Dirac Sil on Jul 29, 2008 17:41:14 GMT
Upon Soul Spawn's comment, Dirac gives him a flat look. The flavour of flicked look took Hawk's Bane might indicate a black amusement that escape is no problem, given the serious bloodying of the other kai. "We Shadaki are nothing but pirates and thieves. Of course I can open the door." If Dirac's tone does not convey his contempt and sarcasm then his spin in disgust surely does.
Internally, Dirac is concerned at the troops that could appear at any moment, and what could be beyond the door. The second concern is abated by allowing the hunters to be closer. The first makes him almost reconsider taking off his chainmail waistcoat. However, Dirac has to confess the armour simply does not allow him good movement in this more subtle of vensues, and besides a drop in the moat is better without fatal weight around one's neck.
Dirac awkwardly wraps the wasitcoat around his off-arm liek a makeshift shield, and withdraws a dagger as the door is burst open - a wince at the loudness of the action.
Dirac grimaces when he sees the source of the smell. The field of battle and its aftermath affords some small nonchalance at the sight, but the full horror of the scene is not one for the faint of heart.
"Madness!" hisses the Shadakine, stepping backwards to the door - though whether a pronouncement on the baron, or on the entire situation, is not further offered. Dirac backs out of the room, again fearing the soldiers that could come soon, this time as a distraction.
He turns to look at the second locked door - the location of the baron and alternate, barrable locations to defend in his mind.
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Post by Slavemaster on Aug 2, 2008 19:59:31 GMT
Dirac does his best with the door, but it is tough and heavy. Soul Spawn tries the key found in the baroness' room - but it appears it does not fit. The door remains shut.
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Post by Dirac Sil on Aug 3, 2008 6:50:50 GMT
Dirac's bruised shoulder and bruised ego receive some small relief when Soul Spawn's found keys do not, infact, open the door. However it is a brief respite - the fact is soldiers are due, and they are trapped, now with a dead body of the baron's wife.
This is not good.
Dirac gestures for the kai hunter to move out of the way again, and look regretfully at his small dagger point. He hasn't had to break open locks since his ship days, and he did not really learn well. He uncoils the the chainmail waistcoat and drops it to his feet, then tries to toy with the lock in the perceived rush of the moment.
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