Post by Shadow Voice on Dec 9, 2006 1:39:10 GMT
[ModNote: Continued from A Mexican Trade Off.]
*In The Wolfenden Town Hall, Hall Of Recordes the Town Clark sat at his desk. A single candle flickerd as he huried to finish his work so he could get home to his warm bed.*
*Outside in the street a single Watchman pulled his cloak tight around him to offer a little protection against the cold night air. Winter was deffinatly set in on the town of Wolfenden.*
*The gaurd caught a slight movement out the corner of his eye. He turned to look and as he did so he found himself grabed from behind and a rag pressed over his nose and mouth. He strugeld for a moment but eventualy the fumes from the rag overcame him and he sank to the floor.*
*Shadow Voice looked at the Unconsiuse guard, then took out a cigeret and lit it. Then he moved over to the door the gaurdhad been gaurding and took out the LOCK PICK Potion he had aquired from Raven earlery that day and poured some of it on the door, there was a click and the door swung open. Shadow Voice crept inside.*
*The first thing the Town Clark knew about the presence of Shadow Voice was when the same sedetive soaked rag that had felled the gaurd was pressed into his face, he to quickly sucume to its pungent oder and passed out. Shadow Voice now made his way over to the files in which the town records where stored and started siffting threw them.*
*He came across 4 files of intrest and his eyes lit up.*
"Ahhh Perfect just what I was looking for."
*He wispered with sinister glee. He quikly tucked the files into his cloak steped over the Clark's prone body and exited the same way he'd enterd, and dissaperd off into the night with his prize.*
*In The Wolfenden Town Hall, Hall Of Recordes the Town Clark sat at his desk. A single candle flickerd as he huried to finish his work so he could get home to his warm bed.*
*Outside in the street a single Watchman pulled his cloak tight around him to offer a little protection against the cold night air. Winter was deffinatly set in on the town of Wolfenden.*
*The gaurd caught a slight movement out the corner of his eye. He turned to look and as he did so he found himself grabed from behind and a rag pressed over his nose and mouth. He strugeld for a moment but eventualy the fumes from the rag overcame him and he sank to the floor.*
*Shadow Voice looked at the Unconsiuse guard, then took out a cigeret and lit it. Then he moved over to the door the gaurdhad been gaurding and took out the LOCK PICK Potion he had aquired from Raven earlery that day and poured some of it on the door, there was a click and the door swung open. Shadow Voice crept inside.*
*The first thing the Town Clark knew about the presence of Shadow Voice was when the same sedetive soaked rag that had felled the gaurd was pressed into his face, he to quickly sucume to its pungent oder and passed out. Shadow Voice now made his way over to the files in which the town records where stored and started siffting threw them.*
*He came across 4 files of intrest and his eyes lit up.*
"Ahhh Perfect just what I was looking for."
*He wispered with sinister glee. He quikly tucked the files into his cloak steped over the Clark's prone body and exited the same way he'd enterd, and dissaperd off into the night with his prize.*
