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Post by Vyrrian Wren on Aug 31, 2006 21:21:33 GMT
"Good luck boss".
Wren adjusted his uniform. Not too bad, but a little itchy. Come to think of it, everyone who wore these things said they were itchy. It was practically a tradition, or an old charter, or something.
Wren brushed such thoughts from his mind. He had a job to do. He had one hour to do it, and there was a very high likelihood that someone was going to die before it would reach it's end.
All in a day's work thought the mercenary, casually strolling off in the direction of the Master Bedroom.
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Post by Leytan on Aug 31, 2006 21:42:52 GMT
*Leytan moved down the hall way. He could hear laftuer and talking comeing from a door that was partly open just ahead of him and he could smell alcahol and tabaco comeing from that room as well. The Gaurd house of Sheik Kovax's mansion inside where all most all of his gaurds.*
*Leytan grasped the door handled and took 2 deep breaths and then swung the door open hard. Inside he was faced with a motely looking group of about 20 of the most grotesque, slovenly brutal looking individuals he had ever seen in his life. They glared at him in a suspisu supprised manner.*
*Leytan gatherd his wits and said clearly and athoritarily*
"We're under attack!! A grop of vigilanties are trying to strom the mansion to get the Sheik the main gate gaurds need renforcents Come on!!"
*As one the gaurd obediently lept to there feet and filed out past Leytan.*
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Post by Vyrrian Wren on Aug 31, 2006 22:04:43 GMT
Peering around the corner, Wren espied a doorway about five metres away at the end of the hallway. It was dimly lit by flickering lamps, casting disturbing shadows upon the furnished walls.
Perfect sneaking conditions, if it wasn't for the two well armed sentries posted outside the door.
Wren ducked back again, confident he hadn't been noticed. He quickly adjusted his uniform to make it look like he'd been running, spread the blood from the small nick he'd given himself over his hand, started breathing heavily, and sprinted around the corner.
'Who's there?' called out one of the guards, and actually began to draw his sword. Wren kept himself under control, and made the effort to look out of breath. Holding up his hand in a gesture of friendship whilst making sure they could see the blood, he made an attempt to speak.
'Two intruders... they've broken into the mansion! They know where the Boss is, and they'll be here in five minutes! We need to get him out of here, fast!'
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Post by Tom Troughton on Sept 4, 2006 12:01:06 GMT
*The 2 gaurds looked suspisusly at Wren for a few moments. The one on the right was short, round and horribly obeese his face looke like that of a pig. The other one looked like the legedery Yeti. Tall and broad and gods was he hairy.*
*Wren mused to himself that odds where these 2 wern't egsactly human.*
Pig Face: *Pig like Grunts* "Hmmm urgh youu know where we need take master to be safe. Wee need to get him down to the celler and into the secret exit, it take himto outside wall. Yowei here deal with intruders"
*Indicateing the Giant creature beside him who just looked glumly and somlmunly at Wren. Wren guessed that he was the braw and Pig Face was the brains of this duo.*
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Post by Leytan on Sept 4, 2006 12:17:03 GMT
*meanwhile outside Leytan was leading the other guards into his trap. He had made a mental head count there was 27 gaurds.*
*He lead them away from the main gate and towards a more secluded part of the court yard last thing either he or Wren needed was for the Sheik or someone else in the house to see the gaurds being dispatched.*
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Post by Vyrrian Wren on Sept 5, 2006 21:51:44 GMT
'Good. Lead on, good sir... man... thing.'
The porcine sentry's sausage-esque fingers withdrew a thick brass key from one of his cavernous pockets, and jammed it into the lock of the oaken door. Getting a very good view of the porker's back, Wren turned away, trying not to let the urge to regurgitate interfere with his ruse.
After a moment's fumbling, the lock clicked and the door opened inwards with barely a squeek. The pig held the door back and beckoned for Wren to step forward.
Trying to hide the fact he was holding his breath, he stepped forward, past the sentry and into the room.
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Post by Tom Troughton on Sept 5, 2006 22:06:25 GMT
*Wren found himself in a large room. In the center stood a large 4 poster bed, a figuer lay in the center.*
*Pig Face closed the door behind them.*
Pig Face: *Pig Grunts and gruffuls.* You wake shiek I get door and weapons."
*Pig face turned his back to Wren and went over to the far wall where a cupbord stood. Next to it a wepons cabinat hung on the wall.*
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Post by Vyrrian Wren on Sept 5, 2006 22:44:26 GMT
'On the contrary, my gluttenous grunter. I have all the weapons I need right here.'
The guard turned his head to the side in confusion, but before he could even register the meaning of the words it was too late.
The sound of the sword slicing through the creature's spine and bursting through his bulbous chest echoed around the room. He spasmed, utterling hideous gargling noises as the blood in his throat began to rise, his fingers twitching as he vainly attempted the reach out towards the open weapons cabinet.
With a gratful rasping of steel on metal, Wren withdrew his sword and watched as the guard fell to the floor, dead.
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Post by Tom Troughton on Sept 5, 2006 22:48:40 GMT
*The death throse of Pig Face was enuff to wake the sheik. He sat bolt up right in bed and looked plae faced at the body of his dead body gaurd and then at the person who had slughterd him.*
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Post by Vyrrian Wren on Sept 7, 2006 22:19:36 GMT
Well, that got his attention.
'Mustafa Kovax I assume!' Wren sarcastically began. 'An honour to meet you at last! You are a rather difficult fellow to keep up with.'
The Shiek's eyes darted to his side, and made a grab towards a velvet bellpull that was hanging beside the bed. He pulled frantically at it, but stared in shock as it tumbled from the ceiling to the floor. Looking up, he could see the vibrating form of a freshly thrown dagger embedded in the wall, which had severed the bellpull clean in two.
'Bad move, squire' growled Wren, the humour gone from his voice. 'The Dimensional Law Courts want you alive, but that doesn't mean you have to be one piece.'
He advanced on the man, his sword pointing directly at his throat.
'Now. Are you going to come quietly, or do I have to make you a cripple?'
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Post by Tom Troughton on Sept 19, 2006 22:59:10 GMT
*Kovax looked at the sword with trepidation.*
"You bounty hunter scum yu never get away with this. You foolish to come here on your own my men will kill you befor you even set foot outside this house."
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Post by Vyrrian Wren on Sept 19, 2006 23:37:32 GMT
Wren paused for a brief second, then without taking his eyes off the Shiek he bought the hilt of his sword around in a fearsome swipe, striking the figure a fearsome blow to his forehead.
'Wake up, you fool! Your men are ALREADY DEAD!'
Kovax recoiled, clutching his forehead, his dull synapses finally registering the force of his blade's hilt. Before he could do anything else, Wren had grabbed the neck of his nightshirt and dragged him upwards. The startled Shiek tried to shout in exasperation, but the fingers closing around his throat stifled any voice of protest he had left.
'Look at me' Wren growled, tightening his grip. Kovax's cheeks began turning scarlet as the air was squeezed from his windpipe. Instinctivly, his hands darted to those of his attacker in a feeble attempt to pry the fingers from his throat. As he clutched the gloved hands, his eyes widened in horror, and he finally could not resist staring into the blood red eyes of his nemesis.
'My name is Vyrrian Wren. I am your worst nightmare.'
He did not even register the fumes from the cloth engulf his sinuses, already beginning its swift paralysis. His body went limp, the muscles in his throat losing their tension as though they had been severed. But even as the darkness enveloped him, he did not tear his petrified gaze from the terrible red orbs before him.
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Post by Leytan on Sept 19, 2006 23:48:03 GMT
*meanwhile outside Leytan had succesfully drawn the gaurds away from the house and was now makeing ready to strike he had fallend back slowly into the center of the group and was now clasping the vile of Octopuss ink ready to shater it and run.*
"Hey!!"
*Came a shout from the front.*
"Ain't nobody here an I can't hear no fight. You sure there's an enemy at the gate??"
*The Brute asked looking for Leytan.*
"Your right my freind."
*Leytan replied coldly*
"The eniemey is not at The Gate..,,,He's in your mitst."
*Before the gaurds could take this in and react Leytan hurled the glass phile down on to the ground and ran his speed betryaing his inhuman nature. There was the sound of breaking glass coupled with a hissing sound as a cloud of thick dark blue smoke emerged from the shaterd phile and engulfed the gaurds. There were the sounds of men coughing, chokeing and stumbaling around blindly as the gas over came them.*
*after a Few minates the gas dispersed and all the gaurds lay motionless in a heap on the ground. Leytan emerged from his hideing place observed the carnage calmy and then turnd and made towards the house and his randevouz with Wren and hopefully their prize.*
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Post by The March of Ides on Sept 20, 2006 14:05:31 GMT
As Leytan takes flight, one of those in the group of guards smells the gas before the others. He mutters rapidly under his breath.*
This gas, it could be lasting, Could spell the end for me!
*The mist begins to rise.*
So I say this: spellcasting: S, H, I, E, L, D!
[OOC: Another of Merlin's unused spells. SHIELD was from Series 1.]
*Moments later, the figure struts forth from the blue cloud. He is wearing a torn, bloodstained uniform that he acquired earlier, and seems to be surrounded by a sparkling white haze. Wiping his nose on his sleeve, the March of Ides dashes forward and catches up with Leytan.*
Well, wasn't that a quaint device? And there was I, expecting ice!
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Post by Leytan on Sept 21, 2006 23:25:46 GMT
*Leytan head snaped round quickly and looked at the March.*
"What the?? Oh the shapeshifter, i see you got passed th gaurds, although judging from the uniform your wearing I don't think they where in any state to stop you."
*Laughs dryly at the ryme.*
"I may be The Ice Killer, but that dosen't meen I have to rely on it all the time. Vearation is the spice of life after all. Anyway Ice melts where as comas last. There little slumber should give Wren, me and You along with our "travaling companion" time enough to make for a clean get away."
"And as much As it shocks me to say but you erned you keep lad. There'll be a bag of gold in this for you when we're safly away from this mansion. Come on we've got a meeting with Wren and The Sheik and it's impolitle to daly and be late."
*Leytan gestures for the Ides to follow him and he sets of at a brisk pace towards the side entrence of the mansion.*
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