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<blockquote data-quote="MDSnowman" data-source="post: 2091230" data-attributes="member: 6255"><p><strong>Interlude #2: The Wrath of Kahn</strong></p><p></p><p>“Well Frances my old friend… I finally get to see you caged, right where you belong.”</p><p></p><p>The voice belonged to famed Detective Alaink Ray. The blasted elf had spent the past hour explaining to Frances D’Pointu just what he’d done wrong. By this point D’pointu had gotten very tired of it. Inside of his own private cell at the constabulary one would be hard pressed to imagine the figure in that cell was the same Frances D’Pointu who’d been famous throughout the city for training swordsmen.</p><p></p><p>His own rich clothing was soaked leaving a puddle underneath him as he sat on the uncomfortable wooden bench. The graying blonde hair that had always been worn in a ponytail was now free and equally wet, falling over a deathly pale face obscuring his eyes. His shirt was open revealing a series of small scars all over his torso. He endured Ray’s taunts in silence. He knew that as soon as it was over he’d be dead.</p><p></p><p>“And to think Frances, after years of evading me you allow yourself to walk into an ambush perpetrated by one of those rich children you hate so vehemently and his friends. It’s fitting though that your arrogance caused your downfall. Now if you’ll excuse me I’ll be coordinating your transport to the nearest magistrate.”</p><p></p><p>Alaink Ray turned and left the dimly lit holding cell closing the heavy metal bars behind him. That last crack had really angered the duelist. The fact that the black sheep of the Vigil family along with a pair of rowdy foreigners. D’Pointu knew that when Lord Bendick came to end his life that would be his biggest regret. He wanted his revenge for the slight against him. Just then a cold draft filled the basement dungeon.</p><p></p><p>“I don’t suppose I can convince you to kill me quickly.” D’Pointu remarked dryly knowing who it was before he was even seen.</p><p></p><p>“It would be quite a tall order considering your string of failures.” The heavily accented voice called out quietly from the shadows.</p><p></p><p>“I wasn’t the only one who failed… took care of the Elf girl did you? She ran right back to her friends and told them what happened. They were ready for us.” D’Pointu responded his gaze still down focused on the irons binding him to the wooden Bench.</p><p></p><p>“I’ll pay for my failures in time, trust in that Frances, however I never would have needed to be that heavy handed if you’d simply done your job.” Was Bendick’s retort.</p><p></p><p>“So how do you do this? Break my neck, hang me from the ceiling as a warning?” D’Pointu changed the subject knowing arguing over the blame would get him nowhere.</p><p></p><p>“There will be plenty of time for that later on. I assume you made like a songbird once you were confronted. What did you tell them Frances?” Bendick said as he slipped from the darkness. Dressed in his long dark cloak his blue eyes practically glowing in the dim light.</p><p></p><p>“I couldn’t tell them all that much, you did a good job keeping me in the dark. I did bring up your accent; it does make your ancestry obvious. Sounded like they were going to head to Barovia anyway.” D’Pointu uttered looking up finally a bit of fear entering his voice.</p><p></p><p>“So they’re ignoring the first passage and trying to find the root of it all? Hmm Interesting. They could move faster that way, or they may get themselves killed. Either way they should be relieved of the book.” Bendick appeared to be speaking to himself. Lifting a single dark glove to stroke his short beard.</p><p></p><p>“I think it’s time that the Church of Ezra discovers what’s in that book they carry. They’ve killed at the mention of it before… I doubt three more lives will give them pause. I’m willing to bet they send out Les Soeurs Impitoyables to silence them once and for all. Either way it’ll be best if the book vanishes in the chaos.” Bendick continued talking to himself. D’pointu could only listen in fear, knowing that being told this much meant his immediate death.</p><p></p><p>“As for your demise Frances… there will be another time for that.” Bendick remarked coldly as he reached down and wrapped his hand around the bolt keeping D’Point’s irons driven into the bench. With a single yank the bolt and chains were ripped from their place.</p><p></p><p>“Your life does not belong to you anymore Frances. You only live now because greater things await you.” This was all Bendick said as he ripped open the cell’s wrought iron door. D’Pointu followed quickly a grin on his face. He’d get his revenge now, he couldn’t be happier.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="MDSnowman, post: 2091230, member: 6255"] [b]Interlude #2: The Wrath of Kahn[/b] “Well Frances my old friend… I finally get to see you caged, right where you belong.” The voice belonged to famed Detective Alaink Ray. The blasted elf had spent the past hour explaining to Frances D’Pointu just what he’d done wrong. By this point D’pointu had gotten very tired of it. Inside of his own private cell at the constabulary one would be hard pressed to imagine the figure in that cell was the same Frances D’Pointu who’d been famous throughout the city for training swordsmen. His own rich clothing was soaked leaving a puddle underneath him as he sat on the uncomfortable wooden bench. The graying blonde hair that had always been worn in a ponytail was now free and equally wet, falling over a deathly pale face obscuring his eyes. His shirt was open revealing a series of small scars all over his torso. He endured Ray’s taunts in silence. He knew that as soon as it was over he’d be dead. “And to think Frances, after years of evading me you allow yourself to walk into an ambush perpetrated by one of those rich children you hate so vehemently and his friends. It’s fitting though that your arrogance caused your downfall. Now if you’ll excuse me I’ll be coordinating your transport to the nearest magistrate.” Alaink Ray turned and left the dimly lit holding cell closing the heavy metal bars behind him. That last crack had really angered the duelist. The fact that the black sheep of the Vigil family along with a pair of rowdy foreigners. D’Pointu knew that when Lord Bendick came to end his life that would be his biggest regret. He wanted his revenge for the slight against him. Just then a cold draft filled the basement dungeon. “I don’t suppose I can convince you to kill me quickly.” D’Pointu remarked dryly knowing who it was before he was even seen. “It would be quite a tall order considering your string of failures.” The heavily accented voice called out quietly from the shadows. “I wasn’t the only one who failed… took care of the Elf girl did you? She ran right back to her friends and told them what happened. They were ready for us.” D’Pointu responded his gaze still down focused on the irons binding him to the wooden Bench. “I’ll pay for my failures in time, trust in that Frances, however I never would have needed to be that heavy handed if you’d simply done your job.” Was Bendick’s retort. “So how do you do this? Break my neck, hang me from the ceiling as a warning?” D’Pointu changed the subject knowing arguing over the blame would get him nowhere. “There will be plenty of time for that later on. I assume you made like a songbird once you were confronted. What did you tell them Frances?” Bendick said as he slipped from the darkness. Dressed in his long dark cloak his blue eyes practically glowing in the dim light. “I couldn’t tell them all that much, you did a good job keeping me in the dark. I did bring up your accent; it does make your ancestry obvious. Sounded like they were going to head to Barovia anyway.” D’Pointu uttered looking up finally a bit of fear entering his voice. “So they’re ignoring the first passage and trying to find the root of it all? Hmm Interesting. They could move faster that way, or they may get themselves killed. Either way they should be relieved of the book.” Bendick appeared to be speaking to himself. Lifting a single dark glove to stroke his short beard. “I think it’s time that the Church of Ezra discovers what’s in that book they carry. They’ve killed at the mention of it before… I doubt three more lives will give them pause. I’m willing to bet they send out Les Soeurs Impitoyables to silence them once and for all. Either way it’ll be best if the book vanishes in the chaos.” Bendick continued talking to himself. D’pointu could only listen in fear, knowing that being told this much meant his immediate death. “As for your demise Frances… there will be another time for that.” Bendick remarked coldly as he reached down and wrapped his hand around the bolt keeping D’Point’s irons driven into the bench. With a single yank the bolt and chains were ripped from their place. “Your life does not belong to you anymore Frances. You only live now because greater things await you.” This was all Bendick said as he ripped open the cell’s wrought iron door. D’Pointu followed quickly a grin on his face. He’d get his revenge now, he couldn’t be happier. [/QUOTE]
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