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Post by Vyrrian Wren on Sept 24, 2006 21:16:18 GMT
Knock Knock.
The yeti registered the sound from behind the door. Breaking it's unending gaze down the corridor, he turned and fumbled briefly at the metal catch. Wren nimbly sidestepped as the door opened inwards, but quickly darted back into the doorway to prevent any possible view of the inside.
'We're all set' he said, his composure now one of commitment. He caught the Yeti's gaze, and followed it down to the large whicker basket he was grasping with both hands.
'The Shiek's idea' he said instantly. 'Said it was the most conspicuous way for him to be smuggled out.' He shrugged, indicating to the furry hulk that it if was up to him he wouldn't have tried something so cliched. He hoped he would swallow it.
'So then... the cellars, correct? What's the fastest way from here?'
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Post by Leytan on Sept 26, 2006 21:40:23 GMT
*The Yeti grunted at Wren and jerked his head left indicating a door.*
"Satires!"
*Yeti said. This guy was deffinatly not very bright, but boy did he look strong.*
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Post by Vyrrian Wren on Sept 26, 2006 21:52:52 GMT
'My thanks', nodded Wren in gratitude. 'They should be coming up any second. Be ready for them, they'll be armed. To the teeth.'
Wren turned towards the doorway and reached out on hand towards the stair door. As he did so, a low moan enaminated from the basket. He tensed, hoping the Yeti didn't hear.
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Post by Leytan on Sept 26, 2006 22:05:57 GMT
*The Yeti turned and looked quizzicaly at Wren. It pointed at the basket.*
"Urrrr??"
*It said questioningly. and walked toward Wren and took the basket from him. It the shook its head.*
"Gaurd basket. From invisibale man."
*Wren looked bemused at this then realised that THe yeti though6t the mona had come from soneone useing magic to sneek up on him.*
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Post by Vyrrian Wren on Sept 26, 2006 22:22:06 GMT
Now this was a particularly difficult situation for Wren to be in. Either he let the behemoth 'escort' him out of the house, or he explained that the groan came from the basket.
Somehow, he didn't like the latter option. Questions would arise. Awkward ones. Delivered by something that could turn his kidneys into puree if slightly agitated.
Well... Damnation.
'Very well. I'll go first, you follow a little ways behind. Make sure there's no one behind us.'
He hated this natural disadvantage, but hopefully it was not to last. A plan was already forming in Wren's mind.
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Post by Vyrrian Wren on Oct 16, 2006 21:20:48 GMT
The stairs were winding and narrow, illuminated by flickering torches which cast disturbing shadows on the walls. They didn't strike Wren as being used much as part of the house's main routines, several times now he had almost lost his footing on the uneven stone.
Based on the little he knew of the layout, he was guessing that the main entrance lay at the bottom of this staircase. The end was almost in sight, but the looming presence of the yeti which continued to closely follow him kept his teeth firmly on edge. This was a much unwanted spanner in the works of an otherwise perfect snatch and grab. Why couldn't any scheme he participated in ever go perfectly to plan? Was it really so much to ask?
All he hoped was that Leytan was where he needed him to be. If not, there was a good chance he would not be leaving this place alive.
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Post by Leytan on Oct 25, 2006 17:24:24 GMT
*Wren's luck was holding because Leytan and The March of Ides where awating Wren's return at the bottom of the staire case. Leytan his nevres also a little on edge had his hand on the hilt of his sword ready........*
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Post by Vyrrian Wren on Oct 30, 2006 0:30:03 GMT
Before the tension became too much for Wren to bear, the door he seeked appeared before him. An indistinct wooden affair, made dingy and unremarkable by its years of misuse.
He stopped, his hand hovering towards the handle. He had been going over in his mind the possible outcomes of this unpleasent scenario, and he was beginning to realise how much of it was being left to chance. Here now was one particularly unpleasant hurdle - he didn't actually know wherabouts the door he was facing opened out to. He was supposed to know the layout of this house inside out. Would they yeti make the connection of his ignorance to his true identity?
'Why you stop?' rumbled a voice from behind. Wren struggled to avoid visibly breaking a sweat. It was do or die time.
'I think... I think you should go ahead' he suggested, the fumes from the candles suddenly stifling his voice. 'We don't know what's waiting for us, and I have to protect my master.'
He held his breath, knowing that the next five seconds may very well decide his fate.
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Post by The March of Ides on Nov 6, 2006 20:06:26 GMT
*As Leytan and the March wait, the SHIELD spell wears off and the white haze that had surrounded the March fades away. He gasps. Suddenly nervous, he shifts into boyhood. He had been hoping that his magical protection would last until the plan, whatever it was, was safely completed.
However, he seemed to have earned the frost fellow's respect: perhaps that would be enough to keep him from harm. And if he could recall another of those spells that he seemed to know from somewhere, that also would help. Less scared, the March changes again, growing as his curiosity does likewise. Now prepubescent in appearance, he addresses Leytan.*
To ambush, welcome, or to bait? I am unsure of why we wait.
*Before the March can say another couplet, a door creaks.*
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Post by Leytan on Nov 24, 2006 19:44:55 GMT
*Leytan was about to ansrwer the March when the door creaked open. Leytan ducked down slightly behined a wooden Oke chair waiting to see who came threw....When the burly 'Yeti' apperd in the door way accompanied by Wren Leytan knew things hadn't gone quite right. But that was eaily solved...............He hoped.*
*Leytan stood up drew his sword with one hand and with the other grabed the chair and renched it upwards.*
"GET DOWN WREN!!!"
*He yelled and banking on his comrades Assainin traing inclueding fast reflexes and the bigger and bulker Yeti being slow her hurled the chair at the Yeti's head and in the same motion lunged forward.*
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Post by Vyrrian Wren on Nov 27, 2006 21:34:59 GMT
Well... damn.
Cursing the yeti's insistance for him to continue leading, Wren dived towards the ground, hurling the basket to one side - the Shiek's wellbeing was of little importance to him right now. He felt the chair whistle over his head, and as he came up rolling he turned just in time to see it strike the yeti with a crash of timber.
The force of Leytan's throw, coupled with the fact it was a fairly hefty piece of furniture, would have crippled an average human being. Even someone fairly resiliant would have been knocked for six.
It barely made the yeti flinch. It did succeed in making him utter an ear-splitting roar that made the room shake. There was no way that anyone currently in the mansion could miss it.
'I think you made it angry, squire' seethed Wren as Leytan dashed by, and proceeded to draw two long and very deadly daggers from his tunic.
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Post by The March of Ides on Nov 28, 2006 17:32:52 GMT
*The shock of this sudden outbreak of violence has a strange effect - even stranger than usual, that is - on the March of Ides. He changes into a woman. Shrieking at the internal and external bedlam, she runs off in search of a hiding place. The Yeti stares in astonishment (and perhaps in mild pleasure too, for the March's new form is really quite alluring).*
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Post by Leytan on Nov 29, 2006 20:49:30 GMT
*Leytan although aware of the Marches change was to focused to be distracted. His focus and aim were as sharp and deadly as a knife.*
*He swung his sword in an upwards ark aiming for just under the Yeti's chin. There was the sickening sound of metel meeting flesh and bone followed by a unearthly sound that seemed like a cross between a sriek and a roar. The yeti stagerd back a deep gash opend up that just missed his addams apple. Blood rushed out. the yeti charged at Leytan Leytan side steped the brute and brought the hilt of his sword down on the back of its head.*
*The Yeti stubled forward, then sudernly lashed out with its left leg catching Leytan and hurling him backwards in to a table that gave way and splinted under the impact. Before Leytan could recover the Yeti's face loomed up at him its hands reached for his throat. Thinking quickly Leytan grabed a sharpe picec of wood from the broken table and ramed it into the Yeti's throat.*
*There were some sickly gurgaling sounds from the Yeti it's mouth opened as if to speak but only blood came out, then it went limp and collapsed dead on the floor. Leytan got up and went over to Wren and the basket.*
"I take it you've got what we came for in here then?"
*He asked pointing at the basket.*
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Post by Vyrrian Wren on Dec 6, 2006 21:40:10 GMT
'Hmm? Oh, th-'
Wren's hand jerked with a silvery blur, making Leytan jerk sideways instinctivly. A second later, the dagger had joined the plank alongside the dagger in the yeti.
Leytan raised an eyebrow.
'What?' asked Wren. 'He twitched.'
'Of course he did! Having his jugular ventilated will DO that to someone!' exclaimed Leytan, almost disbelievingly.
Before Wren could reply, a plethora of shouting erupted from beyond one of the corridors to the east. And from the sound of the footsteps, their owners were nearing.
'I think we've outstayed our welcome' Wren seethed. 'We need to get out of here. What's the quickest way?'
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Post by Leytan on Dec 7, 2006 0:30:54 GMT
*Leytan shuck his head and smiled his sinister smile.*
"First things first. I've one last peice of buissness to attend to first."
*Before Wren could responed Leytan had gone over to where the Yeti's dead body lay & hoisted it up. He placed The lifeless body in another oke chair next to a mirrior in some sort of grotesqe tablo. He then diped his fingers into the blood on the floor where the body had been and drew a big letter L in blood on the mirrior.*
"Just leaveing my calling card. The Mark Of Leytan."
*He explained to Wren.*
"As to the quickest way out I think The front door and to the stable would be best now that our covers blown."
*Turns around and yells.*
"So unless you want left behind shapeshifter you'd better get a shift on and follow us to the stable"
*Leytan called out to The March of Ides, then turned and grabed a handle of the basket and indicated fro Wren to grab the other so they cold depart.*
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