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Post by Vyrrian Wren on Jan 18, 2007 22:18:08 GMT
Wren grasped the reigns, and his brow creased in concentration. This really was a first for him, and he was trying to gather some semblance of an idea of what he was meant to do. The ever increasing splinterings of the door did little to aid his difficulty.
'Right. Now then. Uh... giddiup?' he asked uncertainly. The mare turned, offered him a quizzical look, and returned to munching on a nearby sack of hay.
'Come on! Go! Please?!?' he added, desperation creeping into his voice.
'Don't chat it up, get it moving!' shouted Leytan in exasperation.
'You're not helping!' seethed Wren through gritted teeth. Thwarted by a stubborn horse. My god, this was low.
'Isn't there a whip or something?'
'There's nothing! And I doubt he'll be any good to us if we start slicing chunks out of him!'
'Well, do SOMETHING!'
Crash!
Light poured into the stable, and Wren caught the eye of a figure brandishing a heavy axe. Within seconds, they would be swarming in. Come on man, think...
Only one idea came to him. He grasped the reigns, flicked his wrists, and yelled out as authoritativly as he can muster:
'KNACKER'S YARD!'
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Post by Leytan on Jan 19, 2007 1:20:13 GMT
*The horse sprang to life and charged forward nearlying sending Wren and Leytan flying. The cart burst threw the door sending gaurd flying.*
*Leytan stood up on the seat and started fireing his crossbow. He pulled the handle on the side back and relaesd it. Each time a small hollow metal dart flew out strikeing who ever was unlucky to be in his sights at the time.*
*The Cart tore towards the main gate which thankfully was open. It raced threw some of the gaurds were giveing chase on foot.*
"I think we've got away with it Wren. "
*Leytan said sitting back down. But then he looked up. Strait ahead of them was a group of men on horses. They were Warlock's Militia and Justice of The Peace, there uniforms were distintive.*
"Who called them!!!!"
*Leytan wounderd out aloud
"Quick get of the road."
*He yelled at Wren, who pulled on the horse's raigns and sent it verying off to the left the cart crashed threw a fence. Leytan again stood up and took aim with his crossbow......but sudernly he was struck in the shoulder by an arrow. Luckily he was wareing chainmail under his shirt so there major damage.*
*However the arrow caused him to lose his balance. he sliped and fell from the cart and crashed to the ground in a heap. before he could react 3 pairs of hands grabed him and hauled him to his feet. Leytan caught sight of dranw swords and the mens uniforms the sheiks gaurds!! He readyed himself for the end.*
"HOLD!!!"
*The Justice of The Peace and his men had arrived, they surounded the gaurds.*
"The prisoner will not be murderd in cold blood!"
*Gaurd*
"He's slauterd half my men!!!"
*JP*
"Then he will stand trial and if found guilty he will be delt with in the propper legal mannor. Realse him into my custody NOW!!"
*The Milita drew their swords to enforce this demand and reluctently Leytan was truned over to the Justice of The Peace. The gaurd triped of miserabley.*
*J.P*
"Your name sir??"
"I am called Leytan."
J.P:" Leytan?? The infmouse mercenry!! Well this is a real catch. My name is Julian Ferris i am the Justice of The Peace of Warlock and it is my duty to infrom you that you are now under arrest on suspision of murder."
*The Militia disarmed Leytan and put maniclas on his hands and lead him away towards Warlock town jail.*
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Post by Vyrrian Wren on Jan 29, 2007 2:14:05 GMT
'LEYTAN!' Wren watched helplessly as Leytan tumbled from the cart. He considered yanking the reigns and pulling off a swift about turn, but quickly abandoned this notion as several arrows swooped over his head, narrowly missing him. Gritting his teeth, he chanced a look behind, and saw the familiar garb highlighing one of the men as a Justice of the Peace. Well, that was it. He was a wanted mercenary in the hands of the authorities - the jig was up. They had him now. Wren rode on in silence, not daring to slow down his pace, thinking. All things considered, a promising day had gone sour fast. Of the three that had set out on this mad endeavour, only one was now left. And what did he have to show for it? What indeed... Wren dipped into his pocket and withdrew several polished and extremly valuable looking rings. He was quite proud of his quick thinking 'liberation' from the body of the Shiek, and with a bit of luck their absence would not be detected. He would have to get them evaluated, but even to his untrained eye their bright lustre betrayed a strong value - nowhere near the Shiek's bounty, but not totally insignificant either. With that in mind, by rights he should have been chuffed. He had got away scot free, and with a pocket full of shiny things of value. So why was he still bitter? Because you know what will happen to Leytan, said the nagging voice in the back of his mind which he was fast becoming to regret. He's a wanted killer that's pissed off everyone and their dog. He's as good as dead, and you left him to it. After he went and saved your life as well. You've a funny way of showing gratitude, boyo. 'Shut up, shut UP! He knows the score!' he shouted to no one in particular. 'When you fall behind, you're left behind! He would expect nothing less from me!' Just keep telling yourself that, Chief. Maybe you'll sleep at night. Maybe.He rode on in silence, putting as much distance between Leytan and himself as was possible. Wolfende was but an hour away. They would never catch him now. [ModNote: Wren is next seen here.]
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