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<blockquote data-quote="Jon Potter" data-source="post: 428568" data-attributes="member: 2323">[PLAIN][Realms #189] Giving Chase[/PLAIN]Cursing, Finian cast his ruined arrow aside and turned to Ledare with his hand out. &quot;Quickly, Ledare,&quot; he cried. &quot;Give me the ring!&quot;&quot;What are you planning?&quot; the Janissary asked as she fished the Ring of Invisibility out of her belt pouch.&quot;We have just given up any chance of surprise unless we catch that man!&quot; the Archer explained excitedly. &quot;I assume that he'll leave a pretty good trail, but I think he will keep going until he gets to the base. I can track him and it would be best if l scout out ahead.&quot;&quot;Tanya nae quel, Finian! Lle auta yeste lye sooruva lle,&quot; Kirnoth said. All save Ruze recognized his words as elfish for &quot;Good idea, Finian! Go and we will follow behind you.&quot;&quot;Diola lle, Kirnoth,&quot; Finian replied with a nod, rather enjoying speaking elfish after so long.&nbsp;The Archer took the ring from Ledare and slipped it on his finger, disappearing from view immediately. &quot;Tie the horses so they do not flee before you follow,&quot; the Archer's disembodied voice said in the common tongue, then the brush parted where the mage had gone and Finian stepped out of the clearing.For a moment they listened for any sound from the forest, but there was none.&quot;Why do I have a bad feeling about this?&quot; Ledare asked no one in particular.Just beyond the bushes was a well-used footpath. The Archer crouched there and examined the ground, but it was too dark to spot any tracks or spattered blood, even with his low-light vision. Still, it seemed likely that the path had been the mage's escape route, so Finian padded onward, taking care to move quietly. He didn't have to go far before he heard panting and hushed cursing up ahead. Silently as a shadow, the Archer edged toward the sounds, an arrow nocked in his bow.&quot;Ferking... arrows,&quot; a voice grunted, followed immediately by a stifled cry of pain. Then one of Finian's arrows clattered to the ground a few paces from the Archer's feet, appearing as if from no where. The mage was obviously somewhere on the trail ahead. &quot;Only fit for someone too... scared to look you... in the eye when they... kill you, eh, G'zzk?&quot;Finian edged closer and heard a startled intake of breath some distance ahead. For a long moment, the Archer didn't move... didn't breath, just waited and listened.&quot;I know you're there,&quot; he heard the mage whisper in the darkness. &quot;You can fool me, but you can't fool little, G'zzk.&quot;That was when Finian saw the drops of blood that were blossoming darkly on the path less than five feet away from where he stood. Drip. Drip. Drip. They spattered on the path.&quot;He can hear you,&quot; the mage went on. &quot;And he tells me w-&quot;Finian fired his arrow at the spot where he thought his Invisible opponent stood. As he fired, he became visible, but it didn't matter. His arrow struck true, and in striking, killed the mage outright. The tattooed man fell, slumped against a tree with the Archer's arrow protruding from his side. He became visible in death, and as his nerveless fingers uncurled Finian saw the glass vial that he had held in his bloodstained hand.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Jon Potter, post: 428568, member: 2323"] [b][PLAIN][Realms #189] Giving Chase[/PLAIN][/b] Cursing, Finian cast his ruined arrow aside and turned to Ledare with his hand out. "Quickly, Ledare," he cried. "Give me the ring!" "What are you planning?" the Janissary asked as she fished the Ring of Invisibility out of her belt pouch. "We have just given up any chance of surprise unless we catch that man!" the Archer explained excitedly. "I assume that he'll leave a pretty good trail, but I think he will keep going until he gets to the base. I can track him and it would be best if l scout out ahead." "Tanya nae quel, Finian! Lle auta yeste lye sooruva lle," Kirnoth said. All save Ruze recognized his words as elfish for "Good idea, Finian! Go and we will follow behind you." "Diola lle, Kirnoth," Finian replied with a nod, rather enjoying speaking elfish after so long. The Archer took the ring from Ledare and slipped it on his finger, disappearing from view immediately. "Tie the horses so they do not flee before you follow," the Archer's disembodied voice said in the common tongue, then the brush parted where the mage had gone and Finian stepped out of the clearing. For a moment they listened for any sound from the forest, but there was none. "Why do I have a bad feeling about this?" Ledare asked no one in particular. Just beyond the bushes was a well-used footpath. The Archer crouched there and examined the ground, but it was too dark to spot any tracks or spattered blood, even with his low-light vision. Still, it seemed likely that the path had been the mage's escape route, so Finian padded onward, taking care to move quietly. He didn't have to go far before he heard panting and hushed cursing up ahead. Silently as a shadow, the Archer edged toward the sounds, an arrow nocked in his bow. "Ferking... arrows," a voice grunted, followed immediately by a stifled cry of pain. Then one of Finian's arrows clattered to the ground a few paces from the Archer's feet, appearing as if from no where. The mage was obviously somewhere on the trail ahead. "Only fit for someone too... scared to look you... in the eye when they... kill you, eh, G'zzk?" Finian edged closer and heard a startled intake of breath some distance ahead. For a long moment, the Archer didn't move... didn't breath, just waited and listened. "I know you're there," he heard the mage whisper in the darkness. "You can fool me, but you can't fool little, G'zzk." That was when Finian saw the drops of blood that were blossoming darkly on the path less than five feet away from where he stood. Drip. Drip. Drip. They spattered on the path. "He can hear you," the mage went on. "And he tells me w-" Finian fired his arrow at the spot where he thought his Invisible opponent stood. As he fired, he became visible, but it didn't matter. His arrow struck true, and in striking, killed the mage outright. The tattooed man fell, slumped against a tree with the Archer's arrow protruding from his side. He became visible in death, and as his nerveless fingers uncurled Finian saw the glass vial that he had held in his bloodstained hand. [/QUOTE]

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