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<blockquote data-quote="doc awesome" data-source="post: 3346930" data-attributes="member: 49783"><p>The Thief and the Would-Be King</p><p> Varson rubbed the pain out of his temples, or at least tried. He sat in a horse drawn carriage with a guard standing at the door watching them closely. His hands here in their stocks up to either side of his head, beside him was the great rebel hobgoblin, Beoron. He to was strapped into his stocks unable to move. Varson was picked up the guards as the escorted the beast to the prison. He was trying to brake into a guard tower where it was said that they had kept many powerful items they have confiscated in the past year. He would have gotten away with it but they opened the gates as he was sneaking back out and in a matter of moments they where all over him.</p><p></p><p> Bearon was dead, dead the moment Prince Diogen saw through his trick. He let his leutent take control of his army wile him and a smaller group of elite shoulders would sneak and in take the city at night fall wile the people slept and the army was away. Next to him sat some half elf idiot who tried the same thing, only with out all that planning, it was only impressive because he made it inside that tower. </p><p></p><p> Varson peeked out from the other side of Bearon to look over at the guard clutching a sword with spear strapped to his back. Chain mail worn under a blue jerkin with a silver hawk on the chest. The guard barley even gave him a glance. Taking the hint the half breed leaned back. </p><p></p><p> The Hobgoblin had not been much for talk. Just sitting, brooding Varson was shocked to see him so relaxed, his death will be met this day at the end of a headsmen’s axe, a truth never spoken. Ugly as he was Bearon was smart, it was not every other fool that can worry the kings army. He still had on his tabard, white sword on red. </p><p> A hard bump on the road shook them up, than another. A blinding flash ripped through the carriage sending shards of wood and metal bouncing off the walls. </p><p></p><p> Bearon opened his eyes the blue sky above was spinning. Saw dust and broken up metal surrounded him. He blinked away the pain and sat up the world around him gave a ear piercing ring. To his left was the broken bloody remains of the horses that pull them. </p><p>‘I am free’ he realized as he pulled himself back to his feet, his stocks still on him as he started to stumble away only to be snagged and pulled back to the ground by a chain, late did he remember the half elf.</p><p></p><p> The harsh tug woke Varson his eyes where closed only to open to a blinding white fading back to the grey sky. He could see Bearon pull on the chain dragging him along. He forced himself through the pain to his feet, around him was the bloodyed corpes of the guards where where out side of the carage. ‘How did we survive that?’ </p><p> Another tug brought him back</p><p> “Come on!” Bearon barked at him. </p><p>Varson found himself forced to run through the alleyways along with the rebel king. The cobble stones bashing his feet with every step as he huffed and puffed trying to keep along with the hobgoblin. </p><p></p><p> The half elf was saying something but Bearon could not hear him over the ringing in his head. This ally and that he pulled on his stocks yanking the chain dragging his extra walking baggage behind him. The ringing stopped and he could hear the half breed shouting. </p><p>“Was that one of yours? Hello? What of your allies?” His words broken by gasps of air trying to keep up. Bearon had no idea what had happened he just wanted to get out of there. “Go left, I have a hide out.”</p><p></p><p> Varson barked directions from behind the hobgoblin as he pulled them both down the alleyways. Another turn and a dark figure stepped out in front of them. Shadow covered all but the ivory mask with an angular shape where the mouth would be was turned up into a frown.</p><p></p><p> “Hmmm latter than I thought...” the mask only held a dead calm as Bearon stopped in his tracks Varson unable to stop smacked into the back of him. “You are lucky, the guards lost you two, our men saw to that,” the voice was hardly a whisper. “You can repay us, both of you, and evan make a good amount of gold in doing so.”</p><p> “Who are you?” Bearon demanded.</p><p> </p><p>Mask only tossed two small leather bags at their feet. “Tomorrow, at noon meet us in the Dragon’s Knee Tavern. The gold is for your silence until than. And do try not to get caught.” The body around the mask slowly faded into the shadow around it until it seemed like the mask floated in mid air before the darkness swallowed the white mask.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="doc awesome, post: 3346930, member: 49783"] The Thief and the Would-Be King Varson rubbed the pain out of his temples, or at least tried. He sat in a horse drawn carriage with a guard standing at the door watching them closely. His hands here in their stocks up to either side of his head, beside him was the great rebel hobgoblin, Beoron. He to was strapped into his stocks unable to move. Varson was picked up the guards as the escorted the beast to the prison. He was trying to brake into a guard tower where it was said that they had kept many powerful items they have confiscated in the past year. He would have gotten away with it but they opened the gates as he was sneaking back out and in a matter of moments they where all over him. Bearon was dead, dead the moment Prince Diogen saw through his trick. He let his leutent take control of his army wile him and a smaller group of elite shoulders would sneak and in take the city at night fall wile the people slept and the army was away. Next to him sat some half elf idiot who tried the same thing, only with out all that planning, it was only impressive because he made it inside that tower. Varson peeked out from the other side of Bearon to look over at the guard clutching a sword with spear strapped to his back. Chain mail worn under a blue jerkin with a silver hawk on the chest. The guard barley even gave him a glance. Taking the hint the half breed leaned back. The Hobgoblin had not been much for talk. Just sitting, brooding Varson was shocked to see him so relaxed, his death will be met this day at the end of a headsmen’s axe, a truth never spoken. Ugly as he was Bearon was smart, it was not every other fool that can worry the kings army. He still had on his tabard, white sword on red. A hard bump on the road shook them up, than another. A blinding flash ripped through the carriage sending shards of wood and metal bouncing off the walls. Bearon opened his eyes the blue sky above was spinning. Saw dust and broken up metal surrounded him. He blinked away the pain and sat up the world around him gave a ear piercing ring. To his left was the broken bloody remains of the horses that pull them. ‘I am free’ he realized as he pulled himself back to his feet, his stocks still on him as he started to stumble away only to be snagged and pulled back to the ground by a chain, late did he remember the half elf. The harsh tug woke Varson his eyes where closed only to open to a blinding white fading back to the grey sky. He could see Bearon pull on the chain dragging him along. He forced himself through the pain to his feet, around him was the bloodyed corpes of the guards where where out side of the carage. ‘How did we survive that?’ Another tug brought him back “Come on!” Bearon barked at him. Varson found himself forced to run through the alleyways along with the rebel king. The cobble stones bashing his feet with every step as he huffed and puffed trying to keep along with the hobgoblin. The half elf was saying something but Bearon could not hear him over the ringing in his head. This ally and that he pulled on his stocks yanking the chain dragging his extra walking baggage behind him. The ringing stopped and he could hear the half breed shouting. “Was that one of yours? Hello? What of your allies?” His words broken by gasps of air trying to keep up. Bearon had no idea what had happened he just wanted to get out of there. “Go left, I have a hide out.” Varson barked directions from behind the hobgoblin as he pulled them both down the alleyways. Another turn and a dark figure stepped out in front of them. Shadow covered all but the ivory mask with an angular shape where the mouth would be was turned up into a frown. “Hmmm latter than I thought...” the mask only held a dead calm as Bearon stopped in his tracks Varson unable to stop smacked into the back of him. “You are lucky, the guards lost you two, our men saw to that,” the voice was hardly a whisper. “You can repay us, both of you, and evan make a good amount of gold in doing so.” “Who are you?” Bearon demanded. Mask only tossed two small leather bags at their feet. “Tomorrow, at noon meet us in the Dragon’s Knee Tavern. The gold is for your silence until than. And do try not to get caught.” The body around the mask slowly faded into the shadow around it until it seemed like the mask floated in mid air before the darkness swallowed the white mask. [/QUOTE]
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