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<blockquote data-quote="Greenfield" data-source="post: 5904632" data-attributes="member: 6669384"><p><span style="font-size: 10px">***</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">"This house? Are you sure?", asked the guard. "Antonio the Baker lives here. You won't find a more honest, harder working man in the city. Who could have wanted to kill him?"</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">"It wasn't him.", Cassius explained. "We found a woman and a child, but no man."</span> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">"And what were you doing in his house in the dark of the night?", asked the second guard, suddenly suspicious. </span> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">Sylus and Euphemia smiled at each other and quietly slid out the back door. This was a matter for others to explain.</span> </p><p> <span style="font-size: 10px">*** </span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">"Will this help?", Seeburn asked, looking at the potion Penn supplied.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">"If he takes it before the first full moon, it will stop the change.", the Fey assured his friend. "Of course, Wolfsbane is a poison, so it might kill him too, so be careful with it."</span> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">"If you don't find him before moonrise, it will be much more difficult.", Magda cautioned. "And if he tastes heart's blood he may be beyond hope. The curse could be with him forever."</span> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">Seeburn nodded his understanding. Once the man had changed one time, it would take the intervention of the church, and a lot of luck, to save the man.</span> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">Parthas' plan had become evident. He'd hoped to spread a plague of lycanthropy through the city, with the wolf leaving a trail of carnage behind him every full moon. Most would die, but even those who survived would simply spread the curse with the next cycle of the moon. And the ones responsible would awaken the next morning, dirty and exhausted, but unaware that they were the ones responsible.</span> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">They had to stop this. But time was definitely not on their side.</span> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">*** </span> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">"Okay, one more time. What were you doing in Antonio's house, and what's your connection to the Gypsies?", repeated the sergeant of the guard.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">"We found a Gypsy boy who had been kidnapped, and backtracked him to the house he escaped from.", Marcus responded. "They boy had been beaten, and collapsed from exhaustion after escaping."</span> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">"So it was the boy who killed Antonio's family?", demanded the officer. "That seems unlikely. He had to have had help."</span> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">The other constable finished rifling through a stack of papers. "This other person you mentioned, the Athenian? The only thing we have on him is a report that he supposedly hired the assassins who tried to kill General Calvinus. No name, but a report of an associate named Marcus who apparently worked with him. He's missing as well. For all we know this 'Marcus' may be the Athenian."</span> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">Marcus head dropped to his hands, and he nearly sobbed with frustration.</span> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">"Can I go now?", he asked quietly, his head aching with a pain no Cure spell could banish.</span> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">"Yes, but stay where we can reach you. Where are you lodging?", asked the guard.</span> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">"Um, the, um, Johnson's place, by the river.", Marcus sputtered, desperately trying to come up with a name.</span> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">"Uh, huh. Yeah, well, stay where we can reach you, Citizen...?"</span> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">"Gaius.", Marcus answered, completing the constable's sentence for him. Under the circumstances his second name seemed best.</span> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">*** </span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">Seeburn and Penn had finished their discussion and stepped outside the small tent just in time to see a dejected Marcus trudging back to the camp.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">"We need to get out of this city, as soon as possible.", the Cleric said in defeat. </span> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">"Who's your friend?", Seeburn asked by way of reply, pointing behind the Jovian priest.</span> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">Marcus turned just in time to see one of the constables he'd been talking to ducking behind a wagon.</span> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">"Oh great, that's all we need.", he groaned. "Now they think I'm with the Gypsies. As soon as this mess is sorted out, we're leaving."</span> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">*** </span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">It had taken several hours, but Cassius and Euphemia had located the bakery where Antonio worked. Everyone knew and liked the man, but they were wary of strangers.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">The inside was piled high with baked goods, and Antonio could be seen puttering about, cleaning up from the morning's work.</span> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">"Is it my imagination, or is that man favoring his left side?", Euphemia asked quietly.</span> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">"Yeah, almost like he got bitten there.", Cassius agreed. Together they entered.</span> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">"Are you Antonio the Baker?", Euphemia asked.</span> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">"Why yes, little girl... Oh, I'm sorry, we don't see many of your people in here.", the man said, quickly catching his own mistake.</span> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">"What happened to your side? You seem to be hurt.", she asked, feigning concern.</span> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">"Oh, I must have scraped myself. It's nothing.", he laughed, brushing off her inquiry.</span> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">"Has anyone told you about your family?", Cassius asked.</span> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">"What about them?", the baker countered as he re-stoked the fires of his oven.</span> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">"They were killed last night.", the warrior stated bluntly. "Your wife and daughter are dead."</span> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">"That's impossible.", said the man, suddenly upset. "I don't have a daughter. You must be talking about someone else."</span> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">Euphemia wanted to kick the southerner for his clumsy tongue. He'd only heard that a child was killed, and had neither asked nor checked if ti was a boy or girl.</span> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">"When did you last see them?", she asked.</span> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">"Why, I saw them... I saw them...", he muttered, his eyes going glassy as he realized something was wrong with him. "I came home from work last night, had my supper, then... I was here this morning, making the bread. And where is little Anthony? He should be here to deliver the bread. "</span> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">"I'm sorry, but you were drugged, and bitten by a werewolf. Your family is dead."</span> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">"No! You're wrong!", the man insisted, raising his voice and growing more upset by the moment. "Get out of my shop! Get out!", he began to shout. He seized a long curving knife from the board and advanced, springing over the counter with a surprising lightness. "Get out! Get out!", he roared, the madness in his eyes growing with each second.</span> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">Cassius tried to contain the man, but suddenly found himself staring at his own blood on the baker's knife. Antonio had buried it to the hilt in the warrior's side.</span> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">Euphemia backed out of the cramped space so her larger companion could maneuver, and began to do something she never thought she would have to do. She began to call for the guard.</span> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">Cassius blade swung free in an instant, the instinct for survival driving his actions. At the last moment he twisted the blade, so the baker was struck with the flat of it. He wasn't trying to kill the man, and the blow he delivered would fell most men instantly.</span> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">But the maddened shopworker was barely affected by the blow, and swung his own blade again, leaving a long bloody slice in the warrior's midsection.</span> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">Cassius swung again, harder, and was again rewarded with the shock of a solid blow, but again the baker shrugged it off. Cassius could see the purple bruise on the man's head, and he watched it fade almost instantly. He realized that he was indeed facing a werewolf, and that he was far more evenly matched than he had thought.</span> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">He tried to grapple with the man, to wrestle him to the floor, but was driven back by the flashing, slashing blade of the baker. He began to back away.</span> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">By this time others were arriving. Sylus had finally convinced one of the constables to take him to the baker's shop, and the pair had heard Euphemia's cries for help.</span> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">He and the guard rushed past the crowd of onlookers and tried to deal with the man, but the baker was beyond reason. He kept screaming for them to leave his shop and bellowing for the guard, even though all were outside, and there was a member of the guard at hand. </span> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">The constable raised his truncheon and delivered a sharp crack to the back of Antonio's skull, a blow that had stopped many a rowdy, but the impact barely registered and the enraged baker spun in a quick circle, driving everyone away with his long, slashing knife.</span> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">Euphemia took advantage of the moment and slid her own light sword up under the man's guard, twisting the blade as she did. The sight of blood was oddly gratifying, for it meant that the madman could be hurt.</span> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">The guard timed his next move well, waiting for the baker to turn back towards the Halfling, then pouncing on his back. He grappled with the baker, pinning his right arm and bringing them down in a tangle of arms and feet.</span> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">Cassius, though sorely wounded, jumped in as well, pinning the man's wildly kicking legs, and Sylus moved quickly to wrest the knife from his grip. Euphemia had a short cord in her hands and deftly bound his feet.</span> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">And it was over. Antonio lay sobbing on the ground as his arms were secured, and he was carried off to the nearest Hall of the Watch.</span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Greenfield, post: 5904632, member: 6669384"] [SIZE=2]*** "This house? Are you sure?", asked the guard. "Antonio the Baker lives here. You won't find a more honest, harder working man in the city. Who could have wanted to kill him?" "It wasn't him.", Cassius explained. "We found a woman and a child, but no man."[/SIZE] [SIZE=2] "And what were you doing in his house in the dark of the night?", asked the second guard, suddenly suspicious. [/SIZE] [SIZE=2] Sylus and Euphemia smiled at each other and quietly slid out the back door. This was a matter for others to explain.[/SIZE] [SIZE=2]*** "Will this help?", Seeburn asked, looking at the potion Penn supplied. "If he takes it before the first full moon, it will stop the change.", the Fey assured his friend. "Of course, Wolfsbane is a poison, so it might kill him too, so be careful with it."[/SIZE] [SIZE=2] "If you don't find him before moonrise, it will be much more difficult.", Magda cautioned. "And if he tastes heart's blood he may be beyond hope. The curse could be with him forever."[/SIZE] [SIZE=2] Seeburn nodded his understanding. Once the man had changed one time, it would take the intervention of the church, and a lot of luck, to save the man.[/SIZE] [SIZE=2] Parthas' plan had become evident. He'd hoped to spread a plague of lycanthropy through the city, with the wolf leaving a trail of carnage behind him every full moon. Most would die, but even those who survived would simply spread the curse with the next cycle of the moon. And the ones responsible would awaken the next morning, dirty and exhausted, but unaware that they were the ones responsible.[/SIZE] [SIZE=2] They had to stop this. But time was definitely not on their side.[/SIZE] [SIZE=2] *** [/SIZE] [SIZE=2] "Okay, one more time. What were you doing in Antonio's house, and what's your connection to the Gypsies?", repeated the sergeant of the guard. "We found a Gypsy boy who had been kidnapped, and backtracked him to the house he escaped from.", Marcus responded. "They boy had been beaten, and collapsed from exhaustion after escaping."[/SIZE] [SIZE=2] "So it was the boy who killed Antonio's family?", demanded the officer. "That seems unlikely. He had to have had help."[/SIZE] [SIZE=2] The other constable finished rifling through a stack of papers. "This other person you mentioned, the Athenian? The only thing we have on him is a report that he supposedly hired the assassins who tried to kill General Calvinus. No name, but a report of an associate named Marcus who apparently worked with him. He's missing as well. For all we know this 'Marcus' may be the Athenian."[/SIZE] [SIZE=2] Marcus head dropped to his hands, and he nearly sobbed with frustration.[/SIZE] [SIZE=2] "Can I go now?", he asked quietly, his head aching with a pain no Cure spell could banish.[/SIZE] [SIZE=2] "Yes, but stay where we can reach you. Where are you lodging?", asked the guard.[/SIZE] [SIZE=2] "Um, the, um, Johnson's place, by the river.", Marcus sputtered, desperately trying to come up with a name.[/SIZE] [SIZE=2] "Uh, huh. Yeah, well, stay where we can reach you, Citizen...?"[/SIZE] [SIZE=2] "Gaius.", Marcus answered, completing the constable's sentence for him. Under the circumstances his second name seemed best.[/SIZE] [SIZE=2] *** Seeburn and Penn had finished their discussion and stepped outside the small tent just in time to see a dejected Marcus trudging back to the camp. "We need to get out of this city, as soon as possible.", the Cleric said in defeat. [/SIZE] [SIZE=2] "Who's your friend?", Seeburn asked by way of reply, pointing behind the Jovian priest.[/SIZE] [SIZE=2] Marcus turned just in time to see one of the constables he'd been talking to ducking behind a wagon.[/SIZE] [SIZE=2] "Oh great, that's all we need.", he groaned. "Now they think I'm with the Gypsies. As soon as this mess is sorted out, we're leaving."[/SIZE] [SIZE=2] *** It had taken several hours, but Cassius and Euphemia had located the bakery where Antonio worked. Everyone knew and liked the man, but they were wary of strangers. The inside was piled high with baked goods, and Antonio could be seen puttering about, cleaning up from the morning's work.[/SIZE] [SIZE=2] "Is it my imagination, or is that man favoring his left side?", Euphemia asked quietly.[/SIZE] [SIZE=2] "Yeah, almost like he got bitten there.", Cassius agreed. Together they entered.[/SIZE] [SIZE=2] "Are you Antonio the Baker?", Euphemia asked.[/SIZE] [SIZE=2] "Why yes, little girl... Oh, I'm sorry, we don't see many of your people in here.", the man said, quickly catching his own mistake.[/SIZE] [SIZE=2] "What happened to your side? You seem to be hurt.", she asked, feigning concern.[/SIZE] [SIZE=2] "Oh, I must have scraped myself. It's nothing.", he laughed, brushing off her inquiry.[/SIZE] [SIZE=2] "Has anyone told you about your family?", Cassius asked.[/SIZE] [SIZE=2] "What about them?", the baker countered as he re-stoked the fires of his oven.[/SIZE] [SIZE=2] "They were killed last night.", the warrior stated bluntly. "Your wife and daughter are dead."[/SIZE] [SIZE=2] "That's impossible.", said the man, suddenly upset. "I don't have a daughter. You must be talking about someone else."[/SIZE] [SIZE=2] Euphemia wanted to kick the southerner for his clumsy tongue. He'd only heard that a child was killed, and had neither asked nor checked if ti was a boy or girl.[/SIZE] [SIZE=2] "When did you last see them?", she asked.[/SIZE] [SIZE=2] "Why, I saw them... I saw them...", he muttered, his eyes going glassy as he realized something was wrong with him. "I came home from work last night, had my supper, then... I was here this morning, making the bread. And where is little Anthony? He should be here to deliver the bread. "[/SIZE] [SIZE=2] "I'm sorry, but you were drugged, and bitten by a werewolf. Your family is dead."[/SIZE] [SIZE=2] "No! You're wrong!", the man insisted, raising his voice and growing more upset by the moment. "Get out of my shop! Get out!", he began to shout. He seized a long curving knife from the board and advanced, springing over the counter with a surprising lightness. "Get out! Get out!", he roared, the madness in his eyes growing with each second.[/SIZE] [SIZE=2] Cassius tried to contain the man, but suddenly found himself staring at his own blood on the baker's knife. Antonio had buried it to the hilt in the warrior's side.[/SIZE] [SIZE=2] Euphemia backed out of the cramped space so her larger companion could maneuver, and began to do something she never thought she would have to do. She began to call for the guard.[/SIZE] [SIZE=2] Cassius blade swung free in an instant, the instinct for survival driving his actions. At the last moment he twisted the blade, so the baker was struck with the flat of it. He wasn't trying to kill the man, and the blow he delivered would fell most men instantly.[/SIZE] [SIZE=2] But the maddened shopworker was barely affected by the blow, and swung his own blade again, leaving a long bloody slice in the warrior's midsection.[/SIZE] [SIZE=2] Cassius swung again, harder, and was again rewarded with the shock of a solid blow, but again the baker shrugged it off. Cassius could see the purple bruise on the man's head, and he watched it fade almost instantly. He realized that he was indeed facing a werewolf, and that he was far more evenly matched than he had thought.[/SIZE] [SIZE=2] He tried to grapple with the man, to wrestle him to the floor, but was driven back by the flashing, slashing blade of the baker. He began to back away.[/SIZE] [SIZE=2] By this time others were arriving. Sylus had finally convinced one of the constables to take him to the baker's shop, and the pair had heard Euphemia's cries for help.[/SIZE] [SIZE=2] He and the guard rushed past the crowd of onlookers and tried to deal with the man, but the baker was beyond reason. He kept screaming for them to leave his shop and bellowing for the guard, even though all were outside, and there was a member of the guard at hand. [/SIZE] [SIZE=2] The constable raised his truncheon and delivered a sharp crack to the back of Antonio's skull, a blow that had stopped many a rowdy, but the impact barely registered and the enraged baker spun in a quick circle, driving everyone away with his long, slashing knife.[/SIZE] [SIZE=2] Euphemia took advantage of the moment and slid her own light sword up under the man's guard, twisting the blade as she did. The sight of blood was oddly gratifying, for it meant that the madman could be hurt.[/SIZE] [SIZE=2] The guard timed his next move well, waiting for the baker to turn back towards the Halfling, then pouncing on his back. He grappled with the baker, pinning his right arm and bringing them down in a tangle of arms and feet.[/SIZE] [SIZE=2] Cassius, though sorely wounded, jumped in as well, pinning the man's wildly kicking legs, and Sylus moved quickly to wrest the knife from his grip. Euphemia had a short cord in her hands and deftly bound his feet.[/SIZE] [SIZE=2] And it was over. Antonio lay sobbing on the ground as his arms were secured, and he was carried off to the nearest Hall of the Watch.[/SIZE] [/QUOTE]
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