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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 2972903" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>Death in Freeport - Part 6: Yellow Shields at Sunset</strong></p><p></p><p>The sun was setting in the west, silhouetting the Lighthouse of Drac beautifully with its dying rays. </p><p></p><p>“They call that Milton’s folly,” said Kham, staring upwards at the lighthouse. Just three months to go, but it took ten years to build.”</p><p></p><p>There was the unmistakable THWACK! of crossbows discharging. As bolts flew through the air, a group of warriors carrying yellow shields burst out of a nearby alley, swords drawn.</p><p></p><p>The leader, accoutered in black studded leather, stepped forward with two thugs. </p><p></p><p>“You’ve got a nice bounty on your head, Cam,” said the leader. “We’re here to collect. And we’ll take that staff back too.”</p><p></p><p>“Great,” said Kham. “The Yellow Shield gang.”</p><p></p><p>“You know these guys?” asked Vlad.</p><p></p><p>“Yeah, that leader’s Rittoro,” said Kham. He pulled two pistols from his overcoat.</p><p></p><p>Ilmarė spun on her heel. “We’ve got more company.”</p><p></p><p>A bald sorcerer with eyebrows dyed bright red stepped into the alley with another mercenary. </p><p></p><p>“That’d be Belko, the sorcerer,” said Kham. “Now that we’re all acquainted, let me introduce you to the ladies!”</p><p></p><p>Vlad roared a challenge and slammed into the yellow shield of the leader. Rittoro grunted in surprise from the force of the blow and than retaliated by hacking at Vlad’s head. Shield met axe and sword met shield as the two clashed again and again.</p><p></p><p>Ilmarė drew her elven thinblade in a flash, just in time to parry a Yellow Shield’s short sword.</p><p></p><p>Belko stepped towards them. “Enough of this: <span style="font-family: 'Impact'">Incensio terum!</span>”</p><p></p><p>A fan of flames arced from his extended fingertips. Kham dove forward and rolled underneath the fire even as the flames washed over Vlad’s armor.</p><p></p><p>Kham rolled to his feet behind Belko. Belko looked over his shoulder in surprise. “Oh sh—“</p><p></p><p>BLAM! BLAM!</p><p></p><p>Two gaping holes appeared in the sorcerer’s chest. He fell to the ground, dead.</p><p></p><p>Kham rolled to the side just as a blade sliced at his head. He hopped up to his feet and pulled a scimitar and Flesh Ripper from their sheaths. </p><p></p><p>“If I were you,” said Kham. “I’d leave. The bounty on my head just isn’t worth it.”</p><p></p><p>Ilmarė dodged to the right as the mercenary’s shorter blade slashed forward. She flicked her blade and drew blood. </p><p></p><p>There was a SPTANG! as a crossbow bolt bounced off of Vlad’s helmet. “Someone take care of the sniper!” he shouted. </p><p></p><p>“I can’t!” said Ilmarė, skipping backwards from a clumsy swipe.</p><p></p><p>Rittoro took advantage of the distraction and smashed Vlad sideways with his axe. The big man went down in a clatter of plate armor.</p><p></p><p>Kham dodged another sword strike and came in low. Then Kham crossed his arms and, with one smooth scissor motion, used his two blades to cut the mercenary’s legs out from under him. He slid backwards into the alley wall in a smear of blood.</p><p></p><p>Up on the rooftop, the Yellow Shield sniper struggled with his crossbow. </p><p></p><p>“Let me help you with that.”</p><p></p><p>The mercenary looked up just in time to see Dril’s scimitar and dagger stab into his chest. He fell backward off the roof, tumbling into the alley.</p><p></p><p>Rittoro and the remaining mercenary had enough. They took off in opposite directions.</p><p></p><p>“Oh, no you don’t,” said Dril. He took careful aim with his dagger. Rittoro huffed down the street.</p><p></p><p>Ten paces.</p><p></p><p>Twenty paces.</p><p></p><p>Thirty paces.</p><p></p><p>The blade went whistling through the air, end over end. It skewered the Rittoro in the back, stopping him in his tracks. He spun, one hand struggling to remove the blade, and fell flat on his face.</p><p></p><p>“Nice shot,” said Kham. He stepped over to Rittoro. “Now, where were we. Oh yeah, you were going to tell us who hired you.”</p><p></p><p>Dril hopped down from the rooftop into the alley. Rittoro looked groggily up at Kham. “Who didn’t?”</p><p></p><p>Kham put one foot on Rittoro’s head. “Elaborate.”</p><p></p><p>“Well, words out about that bounty on your head at the Rusty Hook. And then there’s Scarbelly. And Enzo.”</p><p></p><p>“Nice plan,” said Ilmarė to Kham. “Who’s Enzo?”</p><p></p><p>“Enzo. Little weasel. I’m supposed to meet him at the Black Gull tavern in an hour with proof of completing the mission.”</p><p></p><p>Dril leaned down to snap a pouch off of Rittoro’s neck. He emptied its contents on top of Rittoro’s back, then took out a crumpled piece of paper and read it.</p><p></p><p>“Directions. Good. So,” he yanked the dagger out of Rittoro’s back. The mercenary leader grunted in pain. “I recommend you leave before our friend here,” he nodded over at Vlad, “gets up and remembers what happened.”</p><p></p><p>Rittoro got to his knees. “Forget this town, I quit.” He pushed his yellow shield away. “Hey Cam, no hard feelings.”</p><p></p><p>Kham twitched. “It’s pronounced KAI-YEM!” </p><p></p><p>The last thing Rittoro saw was Kham’s boot in his face.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 2972903, member: 3285"] [b]Death in Freeport - Part 6: Yellow Shields at Sunset[/b] The sun was setting in the west, silhouetting the Lighthouse of Drac beautifully with its dying rays. “They call that Milton’s folly,” said Kham, staring upwards at the lighthouse. Just three months to go, but it took ten years to build.” There was the unmistakable THWACK! of crossbows discharging. As bolts flew through the air, a group of warriors carrying yellow shields burst out of a nearby alley, swords drawn. The leader, accoutered in black studded leather, stepped forward with two thugs. “You’ve got a nice bounty on your head, Cam,” said the leader. “We’re here to collect. And we’ll take that staff back too.” “Great,” said Kham. “The Yellow Shield gang.” “You know these guys?” asked Vlad. “Yeah, that leader’s Rittoro,” said Kham. He pulled two pistols from his overcoat. Ilmarė spun on her heel. “We’ve got more company.” A bald sorcerer with eyebrows dyed bright red stepped into the alley with another mercenary. “That’d be Belko, the sorcerer,” said Kham. “Now that we’re all acquainted, let me introduce you to the ladies!” Vlad roared a challenge and slammed into the yellow shield of the leader. Rittoro grunted in surprise from the force of the blow and than retaliated by hacking at Vlad’s head. Shield met axe and sword met shield as the two clashed again and again. Ilmarė drew her elven thinblade in a flash, just in time to parry a Yellow Shield’s short sword. Belko stepped towards them. “Enough of this: [FONT="Impact"]Incensio terum![/FONT]” A fan of flames arced from his extended fingertips. Kham dove forward and rolled underneath the fire even as the flames washed over Vlad’s armor. Kham rolled to his feet behind Belko. Belko looked over his shoulder in surprise. “Oh sh—“ BLAM! BLAM! Two gaping holes appeared in the sorcerer’s chest. He fell to the ground, dead. Kham rolled to the side just as a blade sliced at his head. He hopped up to his feet and pulled a scimitar and Flesh Ripper from their sheaths. “If I were you,” said Kham. “I’d leave. The bounty on my head just isn’t worth it.” Ilmarė dodged to the right as the mercenary’s shorter blade slashed forward. She flicked her blade and drew blood. There was a SPTANG! as a crossbow bolt bounced off of Vlad’s helmet. “Someone take care of the sniper!” he shouted. “I can’t!” said Ilmarė, skipping backwards from a clumsy swipe. Rittoro took advantage of the distraction and smashed Vlad sideways with his axe. The big man went down in a clatter of plate armor. Kham dodged another sword strike and came in low. Then Kham crossed his arms and, with one smooth scissor motion, used his two blades to cut the mercenary’s legs out from under him. He slid backwards into the alley wall in a smear of blood. Up on the rooftop, the Yellow Shield sniper struggled with his crossbow. “Let me help you with that.” The mercenary looked up just in time to see Dril’s scimitar and dagger stab into his chest. He fell backward off the roof, tumbling into the alley. Rittoro and the remaining mercenary had enough. They took off in opposite directions. “Oh, no you don’t,” said Dril. He took careful aim with his dagger. Rittoro huffed down the street. Ten paces. Twenty paces. Thirty paces. The blade went whistling through the air, end over end. It skewered the Rittoro in the back, stopping him in his tracks. He spun, one hand struggling to remove the blade, and fell flat on his face. “Nice shot,” said Kham. He stepped over to Rittoro. “Now, where were we. Oh yeah, you were going to tell us who hired you.” Dril hopped down from the rooftop into the alley. Rittoro looked groggily up at Kham. “Who didn’t?” Kham put one foot on Rittoro’s head. “Elaborate.” “Well, words out about that bounty on your head at the Rusty Hook. And then there’s Scarbelly. And Enzo.” “Nice plan,” said Ilmarė to Kham. “Who’s Enzo?” “Enzo. Little weasel. I’m supposed to meet him at the Black Gull tavern in an hour with proof of completing the mission.” Dril leaned down to snap a pouch off of Rittoro’s neck. He emptied its contents on top of Rittoro’s back, then took out a crumpled piece of paper and read it. “Directions. Good. So,” he yanked the dagger out of Rittoro’s back. The mercenary leader grunted in pain. “I recommend you leave before our friend here,” he nodded over at Vlad, “gets up and remembers what happened.” Rittoro got to his knees. “Forget this town, I quit.” He pushed his yellow shield away. “Hey Cam, no hard feelings.” Kham twitched. “It’s pronounced KAI-YEM!” The last thing Rittoro saw was Kham’s boot in his face. [/QUOTE]
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