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<blockquote data-quote="Haraash Saan" data-source="post: 5188790" data-attributes="member: 46615"><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Our departure from Guerney City to Morannin in the Fastness, where Princess Isabella currently resided, was delayed by two days. An opportunity I took to spend with my darling Gyda. </span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">There were two reasons for the delay. My personal reason for the wait was to give Mortec more time to complete work on my replacement hand. He was quite the craftsman and demanded more time to complete what he called his ‘masterpiece’. The other reason was that Moxadder had investigated the map to the Rolling Lady Inn that we had found amongst the bandit leader Korb’s possessions. The seductress Polema had claimed that Korb met regularly with someone from Orsa Terminus at the inn.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">What he had done, through bluster, bluff and luck, was to pretend to be Korb and arrange a meeting with ‘the Master’. This was our chance to finally learn something of the mysterious Orsa Terminus. </span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Moxadder’s plan was simple and violent. “Gi’me two minutes and then come in and kill everything!” </span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Looking back it did not seem an impassioned speech, but somehow he roused us into a bloodlust and we agreed that violence was the most appropriate solution.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">The night of the infiltration was cool and crisp. As I walked to the Rolling Lady, my comrades beside me, I felt the chill of the anticipated bloodshed, and a wave of guilt at the murders I was to commit.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">The inn was busy. Raucous, drunken men and women were crammed into the place. Smoke curled its way up the chimney above the fire pit in the center of the large tavern. </span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">A young man, barely standing, such was his intoxication, clumsily groped a pretty barmaid. Unfortunately for him the barkeep, a bald and burly man, saw his fondling and, quick as a whip, a cosh was in his hand. His blow was delivered with such force that the man crumpled instantly, blood trickling from his temple.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">A few old folk that nursed their drinks clucked to each other at the silliness of youth. “In mah day I’s only a tried dat when ‘e wasna lookin’.” One muttered with the certainty only an elder has.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">We found a seat and waited until a man approached the barkeep. This was not in itself unusual, what was unusual however was that the man was the identical to the dead man, Korb! </span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Thankfully Moxadder had told us that he would be disguised, for we would have assailed him if we had not known, so convincing was his disguise.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Moxadder and the barkeep chatted a moment before the barkeep gestured to Moxadder to follow him through a curtain behind the bar.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">After the prescribed two minutes neither had returned so I stood and walked up purposefully to the bar, beckoning to Morgan, Argonne and Zhontell to follow.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">A stout serving man ambled over to me, “What’ll it be?” he said gruffly through a large drooping moustache. </span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">“We are Korb’s men. He told us to meet him through there.” I said bluntly as I inclined my head to the curtain.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He replied, only his eyes betraying his suspicion. </span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">“Do not mess me about.” I hissed with feigned anger. “Show me to Korb now or you will have to answer to his master!” </span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">His attitude changed immediately. “Er, yeah, right. Can’t have that now can we.” He said nervously. </span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">“Go through.” He added as he jerked his thumb over his shoulder.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">A storeroom awaited us beyond the curtain. Although there were no apparent exits, Argonne’s keen eye saw that behind a beer keg was a concealed door. We stepped through it and entered a pitch-black corridor.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">I summoned forth my magical light and we entered the unknown.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">We must have walked for half an hour before we saw a light bobbing toward us. Shortly after we spotted it approaching, the torch stopped. “Who’s that then?” bellowed out a voice. </span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">“We are trying to find Korb.” I called out. “We work for him and he was supposed to wait for us before going to the meeting.”</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">“There aint no Korb down here mate.” came the reply. “You had best push off back from where you came.”</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">“No need to be rude. Just take us to Korb and his Master will not be displeased with you.” I said trying my gambit once more.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">It was to no avail. “Mate, you push off now or the Master is going to have your balls for breakfast.” said the voice.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Morgan and Zhontell could see that my ruse had been unsuccessful and they both charged off into the darkness, intent on ending the stalemate.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Hearing their approach the man ahead of us turned and fled, his light bobbing erratically as he went. There was nothing for it so I ran off in pursuit of the others, leaving Argonne to guard our rear.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">In moments I passed a heavily breathing Morgan, who was slowed by his weighty breastplate. Ahead of me I could hear Zhontell and the man both cursing as their blows failed to find their target. Zhontell’s foot speed was tremendous, he had already managed to engage our adversary.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Minutes passed as the frantic chase continued, the flat slap of boots on the earth and strained breathing the only thing that could be heard. </span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Finally a crunching noise and a cry of triumph from Zhontell! When I arrived shortly afterward, the barkeep who was holding his cosh looking for an opening to strike a weaving Zhontell, who himself sought an opening. Blood ran freely from the barkeeps mouth, staining his chin. His mouth displayed the gaps of several newly missing teeth.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">“Come now.” I said trying to calm the situation for fear that he might yell out and alert others that may be lurking further down the corridor. </span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">“Enough of this! Zhontell, stand down, and you, put down your sap.” I said to the barkeep.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Zhontell shot me a glare, but stepped away, still wary of his opponent. The barkeep took the opportunity to turn and flee down the corridor.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">There was another glower at me from Zhontell before once again he sprinted off in pursuit. I sighed with resignation and took up the chase once more.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">There was another light in the distance. It looked like a room for the light was stable and did not bounce to and fro like the barkeeps torch. </span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Zhontell and the barkeep were within the room, once again facing on another. It was a huge hall, sconces providing ample illumination. At the far end was a door and it was to this that the barkeep was slowly progressing.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Once again I tried to reason with them, this time Zhontell paid me no heed, and in fact used my distraction to his advantage. The barkeep glanced in my direction as I spoke and this provided Zhontell the opening he desired. One sudden upward thrust of his palm smashed the underside of the barkeeps nose, driving the cartilage into the poor mans brain. He collapsed, dead.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Once again I sighed. The barkeep would give us no information now. Morgan and Argonne arrived soon after his demise. </span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">“Right, Zhontell, stay here with the body. We may not want to be too hasty.” I said.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Even as I spoke, Argonne opened the door at the end of the hall and strode through, axe in hand. Morgan and I rushed to follow him.</span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p> </p><p> </p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Haraash Saan, post: 5188790, member: 46615"] [FONT=Arial]Our departure from Guerney City to Morannin in the Fastness, where Princess Isabella currently resided, was delayed by two days. An opportunity I took to spend with my darling Gyda. [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]There were two reasons for the delay. My personal reason for the wait was to give Mortec more time to complete work on my replacement hand. He was quite the craftsman and demanded more time to complete what he called his ‘masterpiece’. The other reason was that Moxadder had investigated the map to the Rolling Lady Inn that we had found amongst the bandit leader Korb’s possessions. The seductress Polema had claimed that Korb met regularly with someone from Orsa Terminus at the inn.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]What he had done, through bluster, bluff and luck, was to pretend to be Korb and arrange a meeting with ‘the Master’. This was our chance to finally learn something of the mysterious Orsa Terminus. [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Moxadder’s plan was simple and violent. “Gi’me two minutes and then come in and kill everything!” [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Looking back it did not seem an impassioned speech, but somehow he roused us into a bloodlust and we agreed that violence was the most appropriate solution.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]The night of the infiltration was cool and crisp. As I walked to the Rolling Lady, my comrades beside me, I felt the chill of the anticipated bloodshed, and a wave of guilt at the murders I was to commit.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]The inn was busy. Raucous, drunken men and women were crammed into the place. Smoke curled its way up the chimney above the fire pit in the center of the large tavern. [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]A young man, barely standing, such was his intoxication, clumsily groped a pretty barmaid. Unfortunately for him the barkeep, a bald and burly man, saw his fondling and, quick as a whip, a cosh was in his hand. His blow was delivered with such force that the man crumpled instantly, blood trickling from his temple.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]A few old folk that nursed their drinks clucked to each other at the silliness of youth. “In mah day I’s only a tried dat when ‘e wasna lookin’.” One muttered with the certainty only an elder has.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]We found a seat and waited until a man approached the barkeep. This was not in itself unusual, what was unusual however was that the man was the identical to the dead man, Korb! [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Thankfully Moxadder had told us that he would be disguised, for we would have assailed him if we had not known, so convincing was his disguise.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Moxadder and the barkeep chatted a moment before the barkeep gestured to Moxadder to follow him through a curtain behind the bar.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]After the prescribed two minutes neither had returned so I stood and walked up purposefully to the bar, beckoning to Morgan, Argonne and Zhontell to follow.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]A stout serving man ambled over to me, “What’ll it be?” he said gruffly through a large drooping moustache. [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]“We are Korb’s men. He told us to meet him through there.” I said bluntly as I inclined my head to the curtain.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He replied, only his eyes betraying his suspicion. [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]“Do not mess me about.” I hissed with feigned anger. “Show me to Korb now or you will have to answer to his master!” [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]His attitude changed immediately. “Er, yeah, right. Can’t have that now can we.” He said nervously. [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]“Go through.” He added as he jerked his thumb over his shoulder.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]A storeroom awaited us beyond the curtain. Although there were no apparent exits, Argonne’s keen eye saw that behind a beer keg was a concealed door. We stepped through it and entered a pitch-black corridor.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]I summoned forth my magical light and we entered the unknown.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]We must have walked for half an hour before we saw a light bobbing toward us. Shortly after we spotted it approaching, the torch stopped. “Who’s that then?” bellowed out a voice. [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]“We are trying to find Korb.” I called out. “We work for him and he was supposed to wait for us before going to the meeting.”[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]“There aint no Korb down here mate.” came the reply. “You had best push off back from where you came.”[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]“No need to be rude. Just take us to Korb and his Master will not be displeased with you.” I said trying my gambit once more.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]It was to no avail. “Mate, you push off now or the Master is going to have your balls for breakfast.” said the voice.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Morgan and Zhontell could see that my ruse had been unsuccessful and they both charged off into the darkness, intent on ending the stalemate.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Hearing their approach the man ahead of us turned and fled, his light bobbing erratically as he went. There was nothing for it so I ran off in pursuit of the others, leaving Argonne to guard our rear.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]In moments I passed a heavily breathing Morgan, who was slowed by his weighty breastplate. Ahead of me I could hear Zhontell and the man both cursing as their blows failed to find their target. Zhontell’s foot speed was tremendous, he had already managed to engage our adversary.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Minutes passed as the frantic chase continued, the flat slap of boots on the earth and strained breathing the only thing that could be heard. [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Finally a crunching noise and a cry of triumph from Zhontell! When I arrived shortly afterward, the barkeep who was holding his cosh looking for an opening to strike a weaving Zhontell, who himself sought an opening. Blood ran freely from the barkeeps mouth, staining his chin. His mouth displayed the gaps of several newly missing teeth.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]“Come now.” I said trying to calm the situation for fear that he might yell out and alert others that may be lurking further down the corridor. [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]“Enough of this! Zhontell, stand down, and you, put down your sap.” I said to the barkeep.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Zhontell shot me a glare, but stepped away, still wary of his opponent. The barkeep took the opportunity to turn and flee down the corridor.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]There was another glower at me from Zhontell before once again he sprinted off in pursuit. I sighed with resignation and took up the chase once more.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]There was another light in the distance. It looked like a room for the light was stable and did not bounce to and fro like the barkeeps torch. [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Zhontell and the barkeep were within the room, once again facing on another. It was a huge hall, sconces providing ample illumination. At the far end was a door and it was to this that the barkeep was slowly progressing.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Once again I tried to reason with them, this time Zhontell paid me no heed, and in fact used my distraction to his advantage. The barkeep glanced in my direction as I spoke and this provided Zhontell the opening he desired. One sudden upward thrust of his palm smashed the underside of the barkeeps nose, driving the cartilage into the poor mans brain. He collapsed, dead.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Once again I sighed. The barkeep would give us no information now. Morgan and Argonne arrived soon after his demise. [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]“Right, Zhontell, stay here with the body. We may not want to be too hasty.” I said.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Even as I spoke, Argonne opened the door at the end of the hall and strode through, axe in hand. Morgan and I rushed to follow him.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [/QUOTE]
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