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Post by Leytan on Mar 14, 2006 21:38:09 GMT
*The Old Clock Tower of Wolfenden stood proud in the town center and over looked the Market Place.* *It's hands were just nearing 11:30, and down below a dark clocked figure emerged from a side street and stood and waited, to see if his message had been recived.* [ModNote: Leytan was last seen here.]
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Post by Young Grimwold on Mar 15, 2006 3:17:23 GMT
[OOC: Just adding a bit of background, to satisfy my inner nitpicker. ;D] *Some outsiders might wonder how in the Underworld a clock tower - and an 'old' one, no less - could find its way into the centre of a so-called mediaeval village. [OOC: Minute hands on clocks didn't come in until after 1670.] The short answer is that Merlin put it there. And most of the locals are content to leave it at that. But there are always some who hanker for the long answer. Fortunately, one is available. Wolfenden used to have a fully functioning sundial in its village square. However, when Wolfenden became part of the expanded Dungeon, natural light seemed to falter, and the sundial ceased to be reliable. What is more, the onset of temporal disruptions made timekeeping of all varieties particularly awkward for many people. Merlin decided that the solution was to import a time-telling device from another time (so to speak), and incorporate it into the old bell tower of Wolfenden's church, thereby improving the locals' understanding of time. When he did so, however, the white-haired man unleashed a little too much magic, causing his trademark lightning to strike the clock tower. [OOC: Remind you of a certain film trilogy? ;D] The result of this is that the clock tower, rather like Merlin himself, is often strange and unpredictable, yet magically able to rise to the occasion when needed. Thus, the clock often fails to be of any use, but when two people arrange to meet at a certain time, it is suddenly reliable and working like, well, clockwork.* [OOC: This would mean that Leytan is in fact currently outside the church, as the clock tower is part of it. Better than that having both a clock tower and and a bell tower in one village, I reckon. I hope that's OK.]
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Post by Vyrrian Wren on Mar 15, 2006 18:09:29 GMT
[ModNote: Continued from Replenishment.] All around the figure is an eerie silence. The market stalls lay empty, their respective owners having shut up shop hours ago and safely spirited away to their places of lodging or social gatherings. The wooden skeletons creak and groan ominously in the coldness of the night, blanketed by the vapourous shroud of the evening fog. It was unsettling, to say the least. 'Nice view. Bet you come here often.' The figure turned sharply, attempting to locate the source of the voice. A myriad of shadows circled this area of the marketplace, projecting the outline of many different shapes and objects. None looked particularly humanoid, but truthfully it was impossible to tell. 'Yes, you're not the only one who can vanish when he wants to. Not a bad trick actually, it certainly has it's merits. No, don't try to find me,' the voice sighed, responding with mirth to the figure turning his head one way after another. 'Just believe me when I say that I'm doing more than lurking in an alley.' The figure wondered what was meant by this remark, then realised: the voice seemed to be coming from a different direction every few seconds. Could it be moving? 'Don't worry. I think you know why I'm here, and who I am. But before I know who you are, this is all you're going to see of me. Now. Start talking.'
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Post by Leytan on Mar 15, 2006 20:21:37 GMT
*Leytan laughed, he apprechiated the irony of the situation. Yet he wasn't going to let this little trick go un-repaied, slowly but shurely a very thin and selnder coil of liveing frost began to creep out from under his left foot, unoticalb to the nakes eye unless they were looking for it. It sankes tis way along the ground.*
"Well, Wren I see Shadow Voice kept his side of the bargain."
"As to who I am I would have thought that was obvius."
*He lowerd his hood and reveled his distictive Green and Blue eyes.*
"And I have a buissnes proposition for you. One that could be of mutral intrest to both of us."
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Post by Vyrrian Wren on Mar 15, 2006 23:13:54 GMT
For the merest of seconds, there is silence. Then, from in front of him, the gentle sound of knowing laughter.
'Well well. I had a feeling we would run into each other again, Leytan.'
The air in front of him solidified, growing darker and thicker within the space of a second. Soon, the hazy outline of a cloaked figure could be observed, flickering in and out of visibility. Finally, the apparation settled, leaving in it's place the familiar sight of Vyrrian Wren, with a knowing grin on his face.
'I can certainly see why this place was picked. You know, you could have given me fair warning. It feels like a localized Ragnarok out here, I don't know how you can stand it.'
He blew into his gloved hands. They always seemed to play up on cold nights.
'So then. I'm guessing if the great Leytan needs my help, something pretty major is going on. What's the scoop?'
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Post by Leytan on Mar 16, 2006 19:42:41 GMT
*Leytan smiled his reptilain like smile*
"My Winterian Blood alows me accsess to the powers of a Wintiran, the atmospher can be bent to my will, although being half Winterian the atmospher reacts to my presence naturaly anyway, it's like adding ice to a drink it imediatly drops the temrature a few degrees."
"As to what "the scoop" is as you put it."
*Leytan removes what appers to be a scroll from his cloak and unrolled it and passed it to Wren he also took out a letter.*
*"The Scroll" is in fact a wanted notice for a person called Sheik Mustafa Kovax*
"Charming person the sheik."
*Leytan comments dryly*
"He was one of the nobels from the race of The Olthas, or at least was untill the Alzan race invaded, ever hear about The Alzan Wars Wren? Very nasty at least 4 races The Skazans, The Olthars, The Timaz & The Rallions were driven to the very brink of anialation in these wars. The Alzan were merciless conqurers. They would invade and attack with out warning and destryo what ever was in there path, then what ever remained was salvaged for the Alzans gain, this included knowlage, the races cultuer and any surviors."
"Of corse like all invaders they had there helpers amoungst the reaces they waged unprovoked war on and Sheik Kovax was one of them he turned traitor and sold his fellow Olthas down the river for the sake of money and power once the war was over The Alzan's made Kovax there puppet Ruler of the realm to help them enforce there will on the people."
"However when the Alzan's renounced violence Kovax dissaperd in the confusion that followed the collapss of there empire and has been a wanted fugitve by the Inter-dimensional Law Courts ever since "
"He's wanted for High Tresson, War Crimes, Mass Murder, Plundering and verious other crimes. "
"He's got a 800,000 goldpeices reward on his head and has just recently been tracked down to a mannor in the boundries of the small village of Warlock."
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Post by The March of Ides on Mar 19, 2006 18:05:41 GMT
[ModNote: Continued from Bad Blood.] *A tired old man has been resting in the porch of the village church. It is shadowy there, and no one has noticed him. He shuts his eyes for a moment, but cannot sleep: his mind is too active. Then he hears a conversation. Creeping along the side of the church, he watches two men talking. As he listens, he changes, and soon the eavesdropper is not an elderly man, but a boy who looks about twelve. He whispers to himself.* I listen like a night-time owl As two men talk of deeds so foul. How serious the iceman seems As he with colleague hatches schemes. *The boy is tiptoeing back to the porch, where a basket of fruit, which he gathered (or pilfered) sometime earlier, is sitting.* Methinks that he might just relax... *The March of Ides stuffs his pockets with fruit. He now appears about seventeen.* ...If forced to fend off fruit attacks! *The March chuckles quietly, and ruffles his hair. Then, with surprising speed, he climbs the wall of the church. Soon he is standing atop the clock tower. The men's focus is each other, so they have not noticed him. The March calls down to them.* For shame, frostman, you've kept me out the loop. Now why not take a break, and make me soup! *He lobs a juicy tomato at Leytan, then ducks out of sight.*
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Post by Vyrrian Wren on Mar 21, 2006 21:25:01 GMT
'Alzan wars... yes, I read about them back at the guild. Blimey. Bit of a Jack-of-all-trades, this guy. Sound's like he's wanting the quiet life though, big mistake to make. One time master criminals, growing old and fat on their hard-stolen loot...'
Four hundred thousand gold pieces. It certainly was tempting, especially for one man.
'Alright. I'm in. I know Warlock. Secluded, out of the way. Not too far either. What about the mansion? I'm assuming it's well ar-'
He was cut off mid sentence by an odd shaped projectile flying past him. It impacted with the cold cobbles, sending what looked like red puree scattering across the ground.
'What the bloody hell?'
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Post by Leytan on Mar 21, 2006 22:47:03 GMT
*Leytan reacted quickly and drew the 2 swords he had hidden in his cloke ready for combat. But no one was around.*
"Strange ocurence indeed Wren."
"But back to buissness, you were no dought about to ask about how well gaurded the mansion is. Well very well deffended Kovax has a small private army to protect him. Hence why it's going to take 2 highly skilled warriors like us to get to him with out to much blood shed."
"And we'll have to be quick Warlock is a nutral zone. Hence why the Law can't legaly arrest Kovax. But that dosen't meen a Bounty Kidnapp can't happan."
*Smiles sinisterly.*
"And Wren. I want him alive. Understand?"
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Post by The March of Ides on Mar 21, 2006 23:03:24 GMT
*The March of Ides had concealed himself behind a parapet at the top of the clock tower. He looks down to check on the fortunes of the tomato. Discovering its fate in the pale moonight, he whispers to himself.*
They heard me not, and target I have missed; Perhaps I should resort to mournful ballad. No yearning have I yet, though, to desist! These chaps could help me make a fine fruit salad!
*Drawing a bruised pear from his pocket, he takes a small bite, wrinkles his nose, leaps up like a jack-in-the-box, flings the pear at Wren, and ducks back out of sight.*
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Post by Vyrrian Wren on Mar 23, 2006 23:13:45 GMT
'Ah, the quick in-and-out. My forte.'
He smiled at this last comment.
'Don't worry. Even a swine like this boy is worth more alive than dead. I'm sure the authorities won't be too bothered if he gets a tiny kicking though. After all, it's not as if I leave marks that show -'
The reaction was instant. Wren spun around, his arm suddenly a blur. With a loud squelch, the pear was impaled in midflight, sliding down the dagger and stopping inches from Wren's face.
Seemingly unfazed by this burst of speed on his part, he glanced a look at the direction the flying food had originated. He could see no sign of the wannabe thrower.
'How very odd,' muttered Wren out loud, absent mindedly bringing the dagger to his mouth and taking a healthy bite out of the pear.
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Post by Leytan on Mar 25, 2006 16:07:40 GMT
*Leytan is starting to get some what aggrvated by this constant harrasment.*
"Hmmm someone obviusly likes to play the town Fool. To avoid any further vegetable or fruits raining on our parade as it were, if your fully in agrement how about we set of for Warlock now."
"That way we should arrive just as dusk is setting in and Kovax will be setteling in for the night."
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Post by The March of Ides on Mar 25, 2006 21:15:38 GMT
*The March of Ides peeps over the parapet, and sees the pear impaled on Wren's weapon. He mutters to himself.* Those reflexes are guarantee I shan't achieve a hit, And if he catches hold of me My throat he'll likely... *The March's struggles to find a rhyme to complete the quatrain.* ...likely cut! [OOC: I said he always attempts to talk in rhyme, but I didn't say he always succeeds!] *The March watches the mercenary pair a little longer, then crouches back out of view. He strokes his eyebrows as he considers the situation.* If they leave it would be tragic! Boredom would envelop me. So I'll move from fruit to magic, Aiding their T-R-I-P! *Smirking, the March stands so he can see Wren and Leytan clearly. Raising his arms, waggling his fingers and inexplicably swivelling his hips, he utters his chosen spell.* Spellcasting: T-R-I-P! Ha, haha, hoho, heeheeeeee! [OOC: According to the forum Guidelines, TRIP is a permitted spell that 'trips a person or animal. Generally harmless aside from humiliation'. The spell must affect Wren or Leytan, or maybe even both, but I'll let you chaps decide who ]
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Post by Vyrrian Wren on Mar 26, 2006 20:03:21 GMT
'Well, the folks back at the Wolf's Howl might wonder... but there's merit to that suggestion. I've got everything I need with me, and I didn't have any plans for tonight anyway.'
'Alright lad. Let's g-'
The next sensation was completly unprepared for. Wren suddenly felt the ground slide away from his feet, and the next thing he knew he had gone from vertical to horizontal in less than a second. He took the force of the plummet directly on the chin, rattling his teeth.
'Now... I'm... getting... annoyed' seethed the stricken mercenary between clenched teeth. With a swift burst of strength he literally lept up and back onto his feet, drawing his sword in one swift movement.
'You! On the Tower!' he roared, shaking the ice which had begun to form on the nearby husks of the market stalls. 'We know you're there! COME OUT OR BE DRAGGED OUT!!!'
All semblance of subtlety was completly disregarded in his tone. He wasn't messing around now.
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Post by Leytan on Mar 27, 2006 11:33:09 GMT
*Leytan turned ans looked at the tower coldly.*
"Or would you preffer a case of frost bite."
*He said menicingly as the liveing frost began to emit from his being again, forming a sinister looking ice blue arua around him.*
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