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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Goonalan" data-source="post: 4872343" data-attributes="member: 16069">The Friday Knights in Sellswords of FallcrestPart 20:  B.S.Out into the pissing rain, the weather's got worse while they've been inside, Cathal spies the courtyard- a <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" />-pit, he descends the wooden steps and into the broken arena.Astaroth, his shadow, follows after.Down into a broken cobbled yard, weeds and worse showing through, all manner of filth- pools of foetid water, a door to the north- which must lead to the abandoned sleeping quarters, Cathal thinks. A pair of rotten wooden double doors to the east - into some sort of dilapidated warehouse.A flash of lightning followed by the rumble of thunder- the light momentarily illuminates a tower just beyond the buildings; the peak of the tower is clouded in a dark haze.Ignaran, at the top of the stairs, spots this- stands statue.“See that?” He asks Kullervo stood next to him, the young Rogue is already sodden from the torrential rain.“Yes.” Kullervo replies resigned, and heads down the stairs in a half-rush, then across the yard heading for neither door, making a bee-line for a point between them, where the two buildings meet - the stone building they've been exploring and the dilapidated warehouse.Ignaran follows after, hisses, “where you...”, but the young Rogue is moving too quickly now.Cathal and Astaroth catch up with the Druid.Kullervo braces himself, using the angle between the two walls, less than five seconds later and he's on the sloped slate roof of the stone building, and at a window.“Didn't see that.” Ignaran comments.Cathal shakes his head and concurs.The three watch on.Kullervo's at the window, it's filthy, something in the way making it difficult to see in, although there's a light in the room beyond. He shields his eyes, looks in- pressed against the crude glass pane, glimpses rafters, he's looking down into a chamber- the window is in the eaves, there's a... bed, a table, a couple of very still figures- standing to attention, a throne, perhaps, of sorts.Something in the way though, he can't see much to his left- black. A black... Black... Back.It's somebody’s back, a man- dressed in black, nestled in the rafters- looking down into the chamber, just like he's doing.The man has a wicked looking dagger at his belt, one hand curled around the pommel.It's Black Shet, Kullervo thinks - scratch that- knows; just a pane of glass between me and him, he holds his breath.“What's 'e doin?” Astaroth points up.Ignaran and Cathal shrug.SMASHKullervo's hand darts out punches through the glass, cutting himself badly, grasps the collar of Black Shet's leather cuirass and pulls- violently.Black Shet tumbles backwards through the window, Kullervo quickly dodges aside. Shet lands hard on the sloped slate roof and slides quick-smart backwards and off the edge of the roof- head first.CRUNCHAnd lands very awkwardly on his neck and back in the broken cobbled courtyard below, all the wind gone from his sails.Kullervo is first on the scene; although Ignaran, Cathal and Astaroth have only got five yards to cover.Kullervo's on him, and punching hard- he's not really cut out for this fist fighting lark but he seems to be quickly getting the hang of it.“NO!” Ignaran screams, and increases his pace.Cathal's arm is suddenly grabbed, tight. He skids to a halt.“Der!” Astaroth spins him round and points, the left-hand door to the dilapidated warehouse is opening, within can be seen a ravenous bunch of gap-toothed, hacking, ragged Beggars- maybe a half-dozen of them in total, all wielding sharpened implements of one sort or another.The right hand door begins to open, clearly there are more Beggars within the dilapidated warehouse.It's Astaroth's turn now to show his speed, he's at the second door in a flash.THUNGHe kicks it closed, which comes as a serious inconvenience for several of the rancid Beggars, particularly Little Roger who takes the full force of the rebounding door in his face, his head jerks back, neck snaps and he flops to the floor to do a little dance, short but terminal.The remainder of the Beggars stream out.“For the Beggar King!” Squeaky squeaks.“Top'n'tail the fools!” Scabby Vince snaps.“Spare a copper for a cuppa!” Big Roger brays.While Moon Child, an albino loon, totters forward with a glazed expression swishing randomly about him with a pair of broken bottles.“Incoming!” Cathal barks and draws his sword.Ignaran, fighting to keep Kullervo from beating Black Shet to death looks up and round, then back again - to just above the window recently investigated by the young Rogue. There's something not right.A black tentacle is momentarily illuminated by a stroke of lightning, the dark arm is reaching down from the top of the tower, heading this way, it seems to made up of a million little inky specks.“Gods!” Ignaran rasps, then stares mouth open.The darkness is coming for him.He always knew it would.<img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2598/3721266431_d953b408b5_o.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" /></blockquote>

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