Post by ringmasterrob on Oct 19, 2004 21:05:20 GMT
[ModNote: Continued from The Morning After.]
*The quiet marketplace glistens in the moonlight, the only people seen around Wolfenden at night are lowlifes, and after the riot they are in the guardhouse prison for a 'cooling off' period. The shadow sweeps it way into the marketplace. It find what it is looking for, a torch that had been put out for the night.
It takes this to a pile of kindling stacked up next to one of the older shops, a blacksmith which needs the kindling to stoke its fires. The shadow uses the torch with the kindling, rubbing them together until the predictable spark begins a slow fire, the fire soon intensifies with nothing to opppose it. A lone beggar notices the growing blaze and runs to the well, he reaches for the bucket but the shadow grabs him and punches him hard in the face, the punch was too hard and his neck is broken. The shadow leans his body over the well, it decides not to push it in. The sooner they find the body the quicker they'll panic.
The blaze intensifies until it is engulfing the blacksmiths. In a few minutes the shop is fully engulfed. By now this has been noticed and the town watch have come, pushing the beggar's body aside for a moment they make a chain and slowly put it out. The blacksmith's is not saved but the rest of the marketplace is, the few people who had come to help slowly disperse, fear renued in their hearts.
The blacksmith was the chief weapons manufacturer for Wolfenden, most traders bought swords from him but with his shop and equipment charred and ruined weapons will be harder to find. The guard exchange quiet words about what has happened, the beggar's body gives away it was not an accident. They post two guards around the marketplace out of the seven present.
The others file back to their homes and the crowds return to their homes also, back to sleep despite the fear returning. The shadow's fun is not yet over, it takes out a knife, he hasn't practiced since Redmun's death. He hurls it with deadly precision at the first guard, it hits him straight in the forehead with a sickening sound and his body collapses, the other opens his mouth wide, but cannot shout as the shadow places a hand over his mouth and severs his windpipe, the second man falls down dead. The shadow remarks
"Ahh, such beauty, the art of killing is for the true masters only."
The shadow drags the bodies to an alleyway, leaving a note there for the correct person to read. The marketplace returns to its original quiet, one less shop and three less lives, but the quiet nonetheless but this is not the peaceful quiet but a deathly chilled silence, like a silence held in respect for the dead. The shadow leaves the square, its work done.*
"I do love mixing work and pleasure, it always keeps things interesting."
[ModNote: Continued in Sunset over the Inquisition.]
*The quiet marketplace glistens in the moonlight, the only people seen around Wolfenden at night are lowlifes, and after the riot they are in the guardhouse prison for a 'cooling off' period. The shadow sweeps it way into the marketplace. It find what it is looking for, a torch that had been put out for the night.
It takes this to a pile of kindling stacked up next to one of the older shops, a blacksmith which needs the kindling to stoke its fires. The shadow uses the torch with the kindling, rubbing them together until the predictable spark begins a slow fire, the fire soon intensifies with nothing to opppose it. A lone beggar notices the growing blaze and runs to the well, he reaches for the bucket but the shadow grabs him and punches him hard in the face, the punch was too hard and his neck is broken. The shadow leans his body over the well, it decides not to push it in. The sooner they find the body the quicker they'll panic.
The blaze intensifies until it is engulfing the blacksmiths. In a few minutes the shop is fully engulfed. By now this has been noticed and the town watch have come, pushing the beggar's body aside for a moment they make a chain and slowly put it out. The blacksmith's is not saved but the rest of the marketplace is, the few people who had come to help slowly disperse, fear renued in their hearts.
The blacksmith was the chief weapons manufacturer for Wolfenden, most traders bought swords from him but with his shop and equipment charred and ruined weapons will be harder to find. The guard exchange quiet words about what has happened, the beggar's body gives away it was not an accident. They post two guards around the marketplace out of the seven present.
The others file back to their homes and the crowds return to their homes also, back to sleep despite the fear returning. The shadow's fun is not yet over, it takes out a knife, he hasn't practiced since Redmun's death. He hurls it with deadly precision at the first guard, it hits him straight in the forehead with a sickening sound and his body collapses, the other opens his mouth wide, but cannot shout as the shadow places a hand over his mouth and severs his windpipe, the second man falls down dead. The shadow remarks
"Ahh, such beauty, the art of killing is for the true masters only."
The shadow drags the bodies to an alleyway, leaving a note there for the correct person to read. The marketplace returns to its original quiet, one less shop and three less lives, but the quiet nonetheless but this is not the peaceful quiet but a deathly chilled silence, like a silence held in respect for the dead. The shadow leaves the square, its work done.*
"I do love mixing work and pleasure, it always keeps things interesting."
[ModNote: Continued in Sunset over the Inquisition.]
