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<blockquote data-quote="howandwhy99" data-source="post: 2784153" data-attributes="member: 3192"><p>Food was brought upstairs to the bedrooms from the dinner tables below. The team discussed what to do about guarding the stables. When they finished eating the majority of them went to check on Ormand the Redd. They found him inside the stables trying to peek in some shuttered windows along the rear wall. Apparently, one of the inns bordered the stables. It was called called the ‘Foot and Tassel’. Ormand reported that nothing had happened all day. He looked extremely bored. Darius made introductions and then had everyone help him put the weapon crates from the wagon inside the cloak. They were just narrow enough to fit. Kayla suggested they search the wagon for secret compartments. She found a handle under the front seat. BOING! The rear tilted upward revealing a second flatbed beneath. Several ropes were laced around inside. Darius counted. It would hold ten bound slaves, if crammed in tightly. They lowered the bed again and decided to set watch.</p><p></p><p>”Ormond’s comin’ with us,” said Dram throwing his arm around him. Dalin was already leading around a drunken Grog. Ben was not pleased, but Darius agreed. The dwarf asked for volunteers for the watch. Hanz’s hand jumped up. Enser was more reluctant. Darius set them up in the loft to keep watch for the night. Pax would hide in the rear of the wagon in case there was another attack. When Ben turned around Dram and Dalin had already left with their new drinking recruit. The rest of the team retired back to The Wyvern to sleep.</p><p></p><p>“Where are we going tonight?” asked Dalin. Dram had no idea. Ormand had not been able to leave the stables since he had arrived, so he knew nothing of the city either.</p><p>“The Sleepin’ Horsse” slurred Grog. The half-ogre lurched along. He had already drunk a gallon of the inn’s dinner wine. </p><p>“Sounds good to me!” said Dalin. Dram was not quite so sure. He remembered what had happened last time. It was why he had left so much of his coin with the priest. It was becoming standard practice. </p><p>“Maybe the bard’ss back” slurred Grog again. He let out a thunderous belch. Ormand nearly jumped out of his skin. He needed the night off.</p><p>“Fine,” said Dram. “The Dead Horse Inn it is…”</p><p></p><p>Around midnight Pax checked on his two fellow watchers in the hayloft above. As he predicted both were asleep. He lied down next to them and woke the bigger one to help him keep watch. About an hour later he heard a noise. The doors opened below and a small blue man entered. It shut the door behind itself. Ensler saw it too. The man looked slightly taller than a normal Zvart. “Probably a mixed race again,” thought Pax as he watched the figure move across the room to one of the stalls. Ensler stood up and began slowly creeping along the tops of the horse stalls to look in from above. The blue man had disappeared to where the white horse was sleeping, the horse they came to watch. Pax quietly crawled over and climbed down the ladder to the hayloft. He walked around the wagon and down the center of the stables towards the door. Ensler was only a shadow in the rafters above. </p><p></p><p>Pax unsheathed his long two-handed sword. When he came abreast to the open stall he looked over. Five people stood inside around the horse. He wondered how he could have missed all of them entering. One of the figures looked up. Thinking fast he took a few steps further reaching the stable door and then looked back. A woman with blonde hair scowled at him. “That must Lavinia,” thought Pax. The Zvart and three large men with grey skin were by her side. The men were easily as big as himself. “Careful,” he called over loudly. Pax tried to hold a straightface. “We are watching for thieves who tried to steal horses from the stables last night. My men and I are waiting to catch them in the act.”</p><p></p><p>Enser stopped tiptoeing when he saw Pax. He was not sure what to do. “Get ‘im!” yelled Lavinia. Pax turned and heaved open the door. He stepped outside and started running along the wall to his right. Ensler saw three men sprint after him. He looked back down into the stall. A woman and the blue man exited from it. Then he felt a sword plunge into his back and out his chest. Enser fell to the fell to the cobblestones below. Outside Pax heard a body fall, but the footsteps behind him left him no time to think. They were already catching up. Then he felt a blade tear into his kidneys. He collapsed onto the street spitting up blood. Swords plunged again and again into his back. The light was fading. From somewhere behind the wall of the stables he heard a voice. It was Hanz’s. “Whew! You would not BELIEVE what I’ve seen today!” And Pax’s world went black.</p><p></p><p><img src="http://www.geocities.com/dbedell2002/Lavinia.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" /></p><p></p><p>The four ‘nightprowlers’ as they had nicknamed themselves walked back from the Dead Horse tavern late in the night. Ormand was disappointed the fabulous bard had never arrived, but Dram had other thoughts on the matter. Grog had sobered up as the hours passed. “Likely the beer bein’ more water than anything,” thought Dram to himself. He looked over to his lucky friend. Dalin had beaten the odds again and again that night. He had won them all the cost of drinks and twenty coppers besides. When the four passed by the stables nothing looked amiss. They had already promised Ormand a soft bed for the night. When they reached The Wyvern they found several dirty dinner plates piled up outside the bedroom doors and the watch awake inside.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="howandwhy99, post: 2784153, member: 3192"] Food was brought upstairs to the bedrooms from the dinner tables below. The team discussed what to do about guarding the stables. When they finished eating the majority of them went to check on Ormand the Redd. They found him inside the stables trying to peek in some shuttered windows along the rear wall. Apparently, one of the inns bordered the stables. It was called called the ‘Foot and Tassel’. Ormand reported that nothing had happened all day. He looked extremely bored. Darius made introductions and then had everyone help him put the weapon crates from the wagon inside the cloak. They were just narrow enough to fit. Kayla suggested they search the wagon for secret compartments. She found a handle under the front seat. BOING! The rear tilted upward revealing a second flatbed beneath. Several ropes were laced around inside. Darius counted. It would hold ten bound slaves, if crammed in tightly. They lowered the bed again and decided to set watch. ”Ormond’s comin’ with us,” said Dram throwing his arm around him. Dalin was already leading around a drunken Grog. Ben was not pleased, but Darius agreed. The dwarf asked for volunteers for the watch. Hanz’s hand jumped up. Enser was more reluctant. Darius set them up in the loft to keep watch for the night. Pax would hide in the rear of the wagon in case there was another attack. When Ben turned around Dram and Dalin had already left with their new drinking recruit. The rest of the team retired back to The Wyvern to sleep. “Where are we going tonight?” asked Dalin. Dram had no idea. Ormand had not been able to leave the stables since he had arrived, so he knew nothing of the city either. “The Sleepin’ Horsse” slurred Grog. The half-ogre lurched along. He had already drunk a gallon of the inn’s dinner wine. “Sounds good to me!” said Dalin. Dram was not quite so sure. He remembered what had happened last time. It was why he had left so much of his coin with the priest. It was becoming standard practice. “Maybe the bard’ss back” slurred Grog again. He let out a thunderous belch. Ormand nearly jumped out of his skin. He needed the night off. “Fine,” said Dram. “The Dead Horse Inn it is…” Around midnight Pax checked on his two fellow watchers in the hayloft above. As he predicted both were asleep. He lied down next to them and woke the bigger one to help him keep watch. About an hour later he heard a noise. The doors opened below and a small blue man entered. It shut the door behind itself. Ensler saw it too. The man looked slightly taller than a normal Zvart. “Probably a mixed race again,” thought Pax as he watched the figure move across the room to one of the stalls. Ensler stood up and began slowly creeping along the tops of the horse stalls to look in from above. The blue man had disappeared to where the white horse was sleeping, the horse they came to watch. Pax quietly crawled over and climbed down the ladder to the hayloft. He walked around the wagon and down the center of the stables towards the door. Ensler was only a shadow in the rafters above. Pax unsheathed his long two-handed sword. When he came abreast to the open stall he looked over. Five people stood inside around the horse. He wondered how he could have missed all of them entering. One of the figures looked up. Thinking fast he took a few steps further reaching the stable door and then looked back. A woman with blonde hair scowled at him. “That must Lavinia,” thought Pax. The Zvart and three large men with grey skin were by her side. The men were easily as big as himself. “Careful,” he called over loudly. Pax tried to hold a straightface. “We are watching for thieves who tried to steal horses from the stables last night. My men and I are waiting to catch them in the act.” Enser stopped tiptoeing when he saw Pax. He was not sure what to do. “Get ‘im!” yelled Lavinia. Pax turned and heaved open the door. He stepped outside and started running along the wall to his right. Ensler saw three men sprint after him. He looked back down into the stall. A woman and the blue man exited from it. Then he felt a sword plunge into his back and out his chest. Enser fell to the fell to the cobblestones below. Outside Pax heard a body fall, but the footsteps behind him left him no time to think. They were already catching up. Then he felt a blade tear into his kidneys. He collapsed onto the street spitting up blood. Swords plunged again and again into his back. The light was fading. From somewhere behind the wall of the stables he heard a voice. It was Hanz’s. “Whew! You would not BELIEVE what I’ve seen today!” And Pax’s world went black. [img]http://www.geocities.com/dbedell2002/Lavinia.jpg[/img] The four ‘nightprowlers’ as they had nicknamed themselves walked back from the Dead Horse tavern late in the night. Ormand was disappointed the fabulous bard had never arrived, but Dram had other thoughts on the matter. Grog had sobered up as the hours passed. “Likely the beer bein’ more water than anything,” thought Dram to himself. He looked over to his lucky friend. Dalin had beaten the odds again and again that night. He had won them all the cost of drinks and twenty coppers besides. When the four passed by the stables nothing looked amiss. They had already promised Ormand a soft bed for the night. When they reached The Wyvern they found several dirty dinner plates piled up outside the bedroom doors and the watch awake inside. [/QUOTE]
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