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Post by Vyrrian Wren on Jul 11, 2007 22:04:38 GMT
It was just coming up to eight in the morning, and by now the day had finally begun. The cart had long ago ceased the frentic pace it had begun with after it was apparent that none pursued it, and it trundled along at a nonchalant and far more inconspicuous pace. The adrenaline of this morning's events having long since left him, Vyrrian Wren reclined back in the seat of the wagon, one hand casually holding the reigns, the other dangling loosly. Thus far, his passengers hadn't made much in the way of conversation - the former condemned seemed too anxious to engage their driver directly, and there was a certain coldness coming from the aquaintace of the one known as Midnight. He hadn't quite known how best to spark up a conversation between him, having only an hour ago confronting him the way he did. Presently, the awkwardness got the better of him, and he turned to Coriolis. 'So... how did you come to be mixed up in this madness, Mister...?'
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Post by Coriolis on Jul 11, 2007 23:08:29 GMT
*The Watcher sighed as 2 green glints turned toward Wren as if looking over the metaphorical glasses.* Tenacious little sidekick, aren't ye? That's twice now you've asked me that... *A nod toward the other 2 passengers within the cart.* You can blame these two wanderers for me being here. Wouldn't have even happened if someone hadn't been throwing gossip pages all over the towns. *Growls* Shame they weren't telling me the truth Leytan here owes me a slow death... His... Stealing property held sacred by it's owners and vandalising the chamber in doing so is NOT the best way to win friends and influence people. Botching an attempt at killing me never helped the inter-realm relations either... And then to find him holding a blade to my SISTERS neck?!? *Sarcastic Chuckle* What do you expect? Rapturous applause and a bouquet of lillies? No, you add Dirk to Atlantean neck, sever as many arteries as are dumb enough to get in the way and then let him gurgle his own eulogy before falling over... *The wandering gaze re-centres itself back upon Wren* Except when hangmen, who aren't, do their utmost to get in the damn way! Anyway... Enough about my so called 'illustrious' career. You have yourself a calling, Traveller, or is making convoluted escape plans your idea of making a getaway in this world?
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Post by Vyrrian Wren on Jul 12, 2007 12:30:18 GMT
Bloody hell, I've stumbled straight into a vendetta he mentally cringed as Coriolis spoke of Leytan's past crimes and the painful death he wished to inflict upon him.
'Getting in the way... heh, I tend to do that a fair bit,' he smirked, savouring the glare he was getting.
'It's Wren, by the way, Vyrrian Wren. And no, I don't do this kind of lunacy for the fun of it. I'm a mercenary, trained at the Guild of Assassins. I was working with Leytan on my last job, and things went a bit pearshaped when we were making our getaway - I got away, and he got banged up. Hence the 'convoluted escape', as you so elegantly put it. Considering I had less than three hours to throw it together, I think it went pretty well, if I do say so myself.'
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Post by Coriolis on Jul 12, 2007 19:02:54 GMT
*His tone continues it's sarcasm but at least there's no hostile intent. For now...* I must admit, the Bastard ain't swinging, you've got us all out of that mess in some semblance of a single piece, *He stops and sighs a moment* managed to ruin something more than a few people have been looking forward to and now got every whelp, waif and stray calling themselves 'Bounty Hunter' after our collective pelts... *He turns away a moment, His half feline eyes scanning the road behind them as the cart trundles on...* For what it's worth, the few who try not to kill me on sight know me as 'Coriolis'. Never been one for a head-on fight but it'll be better for all of us if you DON'T test me... 'Watcher' is the common term for Myself and Rhiannon (or 'Midnight' or 'Brenna' or whatever the last fool She's fixed up knows Her as... *Sighs*). Our calling has always been to Observe, document... *He stops abruptly and fixates on something in the distance along the windy forest track, a little growl emanating a few seconds later...* Speaking of which, I'll assume we only commandeered ONE mode of transport, yes? *Without waiting for anyone to reply, He looks at Wren a moment...* I'm going to have a closer look and see if I can hold whoever that is up for a few minutes. Keep to the tracks, I won't be far behind... *As He turns back, flesh grows it's distinctive striped coat as the cart wallows then jumps with a lifting weight. A trail of pawprints in the earth as the Tiger heads back the way they had travelled...*
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Post by Vyrrian Wren on Jul 17, 2007 23:00:42 GMT
Wren blinks, momentarily phased by the transformation he has witnessed. Who WERE these 'Watchers'? He had not read of them during his days as a student... they clearly could not have been native to this realm.
Although he did not doubt his new aquaintance's ability to defend himself, he didn't like the sound of what was approaching one bit. One- no, two sets of hoofbeats, moving forwards at speed. It was too much to hope for that their getaway was to be an easy one. His rationale screamed at him to speed up and leave everything to the Watcher, but he suddenly had a desire to impress, which was rather unforthcoming for one of his supposed temperament.
'You there, Jack and Jill' he beckoned towards the other passangers. 'You know where we're headed, right? Take the reigns, this won't take a second.'
He stood up, lept back into the passanger area and jumped from the cart, an elegant smoothness to his motions. The two ex-prisoners exchanged glances, but when they looked back a second later, Wren had vanished.
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Post by Midnight on Jul 31, 2007 23:08:03 GMT
*Rhiannon at this point was slowly tracking down the cart that carried Wren, Coriolis and the two convicts, Sindy and what's his name? She couldn't actually remember though she could not focus on the mundane detail too much.The guards continued to try and track her down, the loud sounds of their heavy foot steps coming from various directions as they had spread out in to a couple of groups of twos to try and either surround her or corner her. Though she had managed to climb into the trees tops using the branches and leaves as much as possible to hide herself from sight. This was causing her journey to be slowed, annoying and tiresome.*
*The sun broke slightly through as a breeze moved the branches parting them briefly revealing that it was still only early in the morning. She was surprised and some what disappointed that only two hours had passed since the beginning of this troublesome day, where as she felt as if it should of long been into the hour of noon*
*She paused slightly as one of the pairs of guards got closer to her current hiding point, the back of her neck burned from the slice in the skin from the arrow that had caught her earlier. . She could also feel the stretching as the blood dried over her fur as she looked down keeping her gaze focused on the two hoping they didn't look up. Even her breath pausing in her chest hoping such would give them only silence and the noise of their co workers to hear.*
*She was becoming more and more nervous as time passed, the guards lingering below her, she could feel the nervousness coming off them in waves, their hands were trembling slightly even as they gripped their weapons tighter judging by the whiteness along their knuckles.*
*Suddenly a dear made a break out of no where, whether caused by the panthers scent or the men coming too close was unknown but the guards not waiting to see what it was suddenly screamed and ran in different directions as teh dear ran for a new safe spot.*
*Rhiannon let out the breath she had been holding before beginning to move again.*
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Post by Coriolis on Aug 1, 2007 1:26:55 GMT
*Coriolis was singled on a faster moving problem, that damn Chariot which must have trailed them all the way from Warlock. He kept low but fast as possible through the brush. a tell-tale Black/White streak amongst the browns and Greens of the forest.*
*His target wasn't the chariot itself, not even the 2 over-armoured charioteers it carried. His target was their eyes, ears... and noses. The chariot had some canine passengers in the form of a pair of bloodhounds. Their sensitive snouts already twitching at the faint and elusive scent of Tiger. He'd pelted as hard as possible toward them but suddenly stopped dead in the middle of the track, and roared...*
*The earsplitting sound carried for miles as it dispersed around the treetops and echoed as if everywhere at once. It had an immediate effect on the chariots horse pair as they reared up and sent the vehicle skittering left and right. Coriolis didn't stop to watch his handy work, He had other places to be.*
*Momentarily switching to canopy level, He used the trees to go over the chariot and landed heavily behind it. Fading in mid-drop so they only have the 'Thump' of the landing and the bloodhounds baying in an unexpected direction. The 2 guards by this point had almost completely forgotten the chase for a moment in their struggle to regain control of the horses and figure out exactly what the heck was going on.*
*The Watcher waited a moment, circling unseen around to one side. He lay down behind a small piece of brush, the Hounds frenziedly barking and baying as they followed the direction of his scent on the breeze. Now behind cover He dropped fade and launched headlong at the chariot itself. The Cat seemingly to appear out of the ether as it pounced on to the chariots hand-rail. The whole thing tipping dangerously under the weight.*
*Before it fell over completely though, He turns away and disappears back into the undergrowth. A hole appearing in the brush but no visible predator filling it or vacating it. Back out of sight, he circled around to the front but aimed his head to the thick tree trunks to one side. The roar bouncing at an angle and sounding as if from 2 places at once.*
*Coriolis couldn't help but grin a little as the horses once again reared up at the spectral White Tiger and the bloodhounds simultaneously bayed and cowered at the scent and sound. He was in his element, completely hidden but with his mark well aware of his presence. Coriolis could shape and mold the guards perception and either send them off in completely the wrong direction, or better still send them packing for home and away from danger...*
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Post by Vyrrian Wren on Aug 6, 2007 20:46:01 GMT
Wren watched the ensuing chaos from the side of the track with no small degree of admiration for the Watcher's prowess. In almost no time at all, he had left them completly disorientated, almost verging on the panicked. Dispatching them would be almost depressingly easy. They probably wouldn't even have noticed him even he wasn't shaded.
Carefully drawing his twin Stiletto's from his belt, he advanced fourtyfive degrees to the northeast, barely making a sound as he glided across the grass. The back of one of the charioteer's was a handful of yards away... one quick slash, he'd be dead before the others knew what was happening...
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Post by Coriolis on Aug 7, 2007 0:09:52 GMT
*Someone else had other ideas though. Out of the ether an unseen force lodged itself onto Wrens throat and pushed upwards and backwards. Lifting him clean off His feet and backward into the brush to land heavily but surprisingly quietly as well.* .. and what in all the HELLS d'ye think you're DOING?!? *... hissed a vaguely familiar but feline mangled voice. The annoyance plain and the hissing whisper forced into keeping quiet. Both blade wielding hands are pinned down by soft furred paws as Coriolis breaks his fade and glares at the assasin with those 2 Green Glints narrowed almost into knife blades themselves.*
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Post by Vyrrian Wren on Aug 7, 2007 10:01:33 GMT
'Asking him out for lunch. What does it LOOK like I'm doing?!' hissed Wren, as he struggled to move his arms. How? How could he have possibly known he was there? He knew that shading couldn't disguise faint traces of smell, and that certain magical creatures could see through the illusion... was that it? Was this Watcher a magic user? Or had his current shape given him that most terrible of combinations, the sense of an animal but the perception of a human?
THe force was pinning down his arms. His legs on the other hand were more or less free to move. If he could catch him unawares...
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Post by Midnight on Aug 10, 2007 23:29:06 GMT
*Mean while some where in the woods Rhiannon was still making her slow , frustratingly slow journey in the direction that the cart had last been seen, though almost two hours had passed in that time and now she was having to follow the scent of the horses that were left on the ground and air and her brother who's scent she knew as clearly as her own. *
*Each dark paw briefly paused on the dark oak branches of the trees she walked across as her dark body moved through them as silently as possible. Though the deer had got rid of a couple of the guards it had not got rid of them all and she did not want to bring any danger upon the travelers..well any more than they already had to deal with. *
*It was not twenty minutes after wards as her journey continued it's tedious pace, her heart still thudding heavily in her chest while adrenaline coursed through her body that she heard in the distance the barking of the dogs, the sounds were high pitched, sounding with fire , the hint of anger , slight fear and definatly a light sprinkling of frustration. *
So much for patience being a virtue.....
*She thought to herself as she began to pick up the pace her movements becoming more rapid in between the branches a slow growl starting to come from deep in throat, quiet and for now unheard as she began to drop down to the ground heading towards the sound of the barking.*
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Post by Coriolis on Aug 11, 2007 0:09:18 GMT
*Coriolis didn't have time to lecture Wren just yet. The charioteers were beginning to regain composure and rejoin the chase. Something He couldn't allow to happen...* [The same forced/feline whisper] These idiots don't need to be killed, just sent back to their families and where they BELONG. Stay here and keep your head DOWN... *The cat faded once more and turned back. Trampling all over Wren on his way out. No real malice intended but having a good 17 stone of Tiger standing on your crotch with clawed paws is generally enough 'distraction' to keep someone out of the way for the few seconds it would take.* *Luckily, the horses had wheeled and turned and were now pointing AWAY from the 2 strays He'd left trundling in the cart further up the road. There was no more time for subtlety now. In a single graceful move, He pounced onto the horses backs, 2 paws on each horse and dug in with the claws once again.* *The effect was immediate. Both horses screamed and kicked hard before bolting in whatever direction they could. The flurry of hooves destroying the front of the chariot completely as one man was knocked clean off the back and the other dragged forward by the reigns and away into the depths of the forest. His pitiful cries for help disappearing rapidly amongst the trunks...* *The second Charioteer lay dazed and confused in the mud and bracken as the flickering form of his tormentor padded up and laid a heavy paw on his sword arm. It was with more than a little fear when the cat suddenly spoke to him in plain English...* I'd suggest you go after him because if I see you ever again... *Coriolis "little" Wry Grin spread across his face, showing teeth before snapping his mouth shut barely an inch from the Charioteers face. The audible crack of muscle and bone almost like a steel bear-trap. Letting the man finish the sentence in his own mind, The White Tiger allowed claw to scrape lightly across the pinned arm as He faded and padded away into the brush.* *It was time to check up on Wren and get back to the cart and it's Waif and stray before something untoward happened to them...*
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Post by Vyrrian Wren on Aug 21, 2007 14:09:36 GMT
Wren was sitting bolt upright, trying to resist the temptation to clutch his stomach in pain. He had considered rising up and dealing out instant death to all in the vicinity, but being trampled over by an angry tiger was enough to rethink anybody's plans for the near future.
'You have a lot of nerve, Watcher. I don't take kindly to having my concentration broken' he seethed as the tiger paced into view, trying to control his temper. His tone was not intended to be antagonistic, but he couldn't hide the annoyance in his voice.
((Sorry about delay, having 'fun' getting home connected to net. Uni compys are sufficing though.))
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Post by Coriolis on Aug 29, 2007 20:15:11 GMT
You... shut up... *With absolutely no fear and bold as the proverbial brass. Coriolis simply padded up and butted His feline head right between Wrens eyes. Knocking the assassin flat in the process...* ... and what in all the realms of HELL d'ye think YOU'RE doing here? You honestly think those 2 goons were a threat to us? They're barely a threat to their own Wives! *The Tiger drops a paw onto Wrens chest and presses down. 2 Green glints becoming 3 for a moment as the Stone around His neck glowed and returned the Paw to the hand of a Watcher.* Get up... You've forgotten the one real reason we're out here and it's still trundling along the road undefended and it's occupants on their own. Looks like we have a little catching up to do... *With no real ceremony or grace, Coriolis pulled Wren back up and practically dumped him on his feet. The Dirk found its way back around behind the traveling cloak and His Quarterstaff reappeared from whatever strange and Heisenberg styled hiding place it resided.*
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Post by Leytan on Sept 3, 2007 20:06:28 GMT
*Meanwhile Leytan was makeing his way threw the forest towards the bridge. He was useing an old tactic to avoid detection that his mentor had taut him years ago. It was called the tornado methrod, the person trying to avoid detection (in this case Leytan) would cricle in on a perticualr spot but at the same time would walk in a zig-zag way thus his tracks would be hard to follow in this type of wooded area.*
"Hope their all ok."
*He said to no one inperticular.*
"Hate to think thouse thugs from Warlock got their hands on them, even Coriolis."
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