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Post by Leytan on May 25, 2006 21:04:39 GMT
[ModNote: Continued from The Clock Tower.] *The Small Village of Warlock was prepareing to setel down for the night. As one of the few places in the dungeon designated an offical nutral zone the village folk were not exposed to the same nerverous and frought expierences the Towns people of Wolfenden were, the news of Edward Deal one of Warlocks own being a Opposition agent had been the biggest news story to ht the small village since the Great Game had ended and that was nearly 2 years old itself.* *No life was quiate peacefull in Warlock were the intreigus of Lord Fear and The Powers That Be did not intrude and to be honnest thats the way the people liked it and they had no desier for it to change. No Warlock was a sfae place were nothing dangerous ever happend.* *At least it normaly was................* |
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Post by Leytan on May 25, 2006 21:07:12 GMT
*3 drak figures moved around the outskirts of Warlock keeping as much as possibal to the shadows and the folage of the surounding feilds trying not to go nere the village center and trying to avoid any prying eyes that may be watching.*
*There destination a big country house vissibal against the night sky, surounded by a high brick wall it was the biggest house for miles. 2 Burley and ruff looking gurds stood on duty outside the big Iron Gate.*
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Post by Vyrrian Wren on May 25, 2006 21:31:07 GMT
'That's the house...'
Every nerve and muscle in Wren's body was tensed. Stealth and subtlty were traits that came naturally to him, and he always savoured the oppertunity to put them to use. He itched to get inside the house and put them to their proper use.
'I think a plan is in order before we go any further, Squire' he mused, absent mindedly fingering the catch on the drawstring of his latest purchase. He had no intention on using the weapon on their target, but Wren reasoned that seeing the vicious looking bow would have the correct effect on him.
And if a few of the furnishings had to go up in smoke... well, it was a hair trigger after all.
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Post by Leytan on May 25, 2006 21:42:10 GMT
"I fully agree Wren we can't rush into that place. There must be forty plus rooms. Our quary could be hideing in anyone. I always hated corned Rats, Thats when there more likely to bite back."
"Only this cornered Rat might not bite but slash, cut or stab. And thats not takeing into account his bodygaurds, I don't see them letting us take their employer with out a fight."
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Post by Vyrrian Wren on May 25, 2006 21:55:25 GMT
'Hmm. Several strategies are avaliable to us... it depends who we should approach this. I think however way you look at it, contact with those boys will at some point be inevitable.'
Wren beckoned to the guards.
'Your point concerning the rooms is well made, I'm not really up for a dorm-to-dorm search.'
Wren leaned against a nearby Oak in thoughtful contemplation.
'How many entrances are avaliable to us?'
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Post by Leytan on May 25, 2006 22:07:55 GMT
"Two. The frout gate. Or round the back threw the tradesman entrance."
"Although suppose we could always try and scale that wall."
*Leytan tunrs his head to look at The March of Ides. Then gose over to Wren and says ina low voice.*
"Hows this we send the young urching over there to distract the gaurds and keep them busy while you and me slip in and deal with who ever gets in our way, Grab the Sheik and then get the hell out of there as fast as a pair of illegitmante sons at a family reunion. Hows that sound?"
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Post by Vyrrian Wren on May 27, 2006 20:17:16 GMT
'Ah, an idea. And if we happy to find anyone inside who is less dangerous than we are, then there's always the chance of a bit of impromptu interrogation.'
Wren turned to the fresh faced youngster who had been listening intently to their strategims.
'Alright squire. Think you can handle it?'
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Post by The March of Ides on May 30, 2006 13:55:33 GMT
*The March of Ides remains curious - he doesn't quite understand the overall mission. Still, if there is something in it for him, he'll make sure that the muscle-men don't withhold it.*
You wish me to waylay the guards?
*The March begins to age, stopping in his late teens.*
That doesn't sound a task too hard!
And if it looks to turn out tragic,
Then might I deploy some... spells!
*The March hadn't meant to reveal his possession of magic - in his mischievous excitement, it had just slipped out. But secret or not, he knows it will prove advantageous. As he contemplates this, the March becomes aware that he is very thirsty.*
Before embarking on this task...
*With no more sound than a quiet intake of breath, the March grows, until he appears middle-aged. He is now tall enough to look Wren and Leytan in the eyes.*
...Might I swig from watery flask?
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Post by Leytan on Jun 3, 2006 18:40:49 GMT
*Leytan looked at the March and regarded what he had said and what he had just seen.*
"Yeah a shape sfiter and with some sort of magic as well. This one is deffinatly going to bare closer watching."
*He thought to himself as he un hooked his water flask from his belt and tossed it to The March.*
"Here lad keep it I've got anothet now go on go waylay those gaurds as you so elequantly put it."
*To Wren.*
"And hows about you and me go taker a closer look at that wall to see if we can scale it."
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Post by Vyrrian Wren on Jun 3, 2006 20:06:19 GMT
'Sounds like a plan. Come on, while we've still got the last bit of night on our side.'
They waited until the March had set off towards the guards, then carefully broke from their hiding place and began approaching the wall, being careful to stay out of view from the guards on the gate.
'That guy gives me the creeps' hissed Wren, when he was sure that the March was out of earshot. 'Shapeshifting is all well and good, but the way he does it is quite unsettling. Makes a good parlour trick though.'
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Post by Leytan on Jun 4, 2006 12:34:36 GMT
*Leytan nods in agreement*
"Of corse it could be that he is an adolecent Shapeshifter, I have herd tell that in adolesence Shapesfiters have less controle over their power and as a result shapesifte repetedly with out any real controle over what their doing."
"I'm more worried about his metal state or rather lack their of. But to more pressing maters."
*They have reched the wall.*
"What do you think Wren is this scaleabal by hand or do we need some sort of help to get up and over? Personaly I'd feel safe useing a grappling hook but that could attract unwanted attention to us."
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Post by Vyrrian Wren on Jun 4, 2006 16:48:28 GMT
Wren took a closer look at the masonry, gentle rubbing his hands over it. He frowned.
'Not really built with scaling in mind. Guess our quarry had us in mind when he bought the place.'
He took a step back and guaged the height.
'If one gave the other a boost, they could get over. They wouldn't be able to follow though. Maybe if they went over and found and opened up another entrance... they would have to be quiet though. And practically invisible.'
Wren grinned.
'Time for me to earn my keep.'
'Come on Squire, give us a hand up.'
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Post by Leytan on Jun 23, 2006 18:31:44 GMT
*Leytan looked at Wren then at the high wall. Then back at Wren.*
"The trick you pulled at the Clock Tower huh? Ok Wren Up you go."
*Leytan crouched down cupping his hands together ready to push Wren upwards towards the top of the wall.*
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Post by Vyrrian Wren on Jun 23, 2006 18:36:47 GMT
'None other'.
Wren stepped up into Leytan's palm, and scrabbled about for the edge of the top. Feeling a flat surface, he smiled with determination.
'Ok. Lift!'
With a push, Wren was up and over. He disappeared from view.
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Post by Vyrrian Wren on Jun 23, 2006 19:55:20 GMT
Wren landed clumsily, misjudging the distance from the top of the wall to the ground. He fell onto one knee and grimaced, trying to stifle the sharp intale of breath.
Come on, fool he mentally chastised himself. This isn't like you. Get it together, you've got a job to do.
Picking himself up from the ground, he became suddenly aware of his exposure and darted back to the cover of the shadows enveloping the wall in the dawning sun. His ability to phase made such actions redundant, but he always rejoiced in the oppertunity to to put his Guild training to good use. It also saved him having to deal with the fatigue which normally accompanied such expenditure of his more unnatural talents.
He scanned the compound, taking in what he could from his current position. The entrance to the mansion itself stood before him, barely a twenty second run in a straight line from where he stood. A paved path went from the doorway out and, as he followed it with his gaze, met the gate they observed earlier.
He was unable to fathom from this view whether the guards on the other side had been taken care of by the March - he hoped the rascal had made good on his part of the plan, else it would prove difficult for him to smuggle Leytan in without detection.
In fact, looking back to the main doorway, Wren realised it prove even more difficult than that. Stationed on the door itself were two more guards, both overlooking the courtyard in front of them, with a prominent view of the gate. Nothing was going on there without them knowing it.
This may be a problem.
He thought quickly - the sun was slowly rising, and his shadow would not last much longer. A distraction, that was what was needed here... but what? He cast about, looking up the side of the house for inspiration to strike him.
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