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Post by Vyrrian Wren on Apr 15, 2010 23:50:34 GMT
By now, Wren had pushed himself up and was now lucid enough to walk around without aid or the feeling that the floor was currently moving in seven directions at once. Now that he was alone, he had the oppertunity to take stock for the first time in what felt like days, and work out exactly what his next move would be. Thinking. He felt like he hadn't done that since Warlock. Everything had gone past in a blur, a whirlwind of instinct and gut reaction. Why HAD he risked everything for the life of a stranger? For there was no doubt that was what he had done. Oh, he could justify it out of some debt of honour - he HAD saved his life back at the mansion, after all - but that was in the service of a job. Such an obligation ended with the death of the Shiekh. He could have left him to die and no prospective employer would have held it against him. But no. He risked everything, most likely becoming a wanted criminal in the process, to stop someone he barely knew from being punished for crimes he may very well had been guilty for. And now, he was on the other side of the country, not knowing what exactly was going on, what was going to happen next, or indeed whether he would live to see another day. It was all very exciting though. Maybe that was it. He'd spent the formative years of his life in a place best forgotten, and the last decade training to become a catspaw of the Assassin's Guild, a weapon to be pointed at and unleashed. For the first time, he was now facing danger and intrigue of his own devising. And he liked it. But what now? He had no obligation to stay. He'd done what he wanted to do, and it was clear that Leytan and his ladyfriend were where they wanted to be. There was no doubt they could take care of themselves - true, they spent most of the time trying to resist the urge to fawn over each other, and possessed the same amount of urgency as two holidaymaking shamans after procuring all the deckchairs - but he was confident that there was very little that could bring them to any real harm from this point onwards. And that self preservation instinct of his was kicking in, that impulsive desire to be anywhere else other than in the face of any peril he himself couldn't extract himself from. The shapeshifters - Watchers, were they - were a rogue element, complicating what should have been a simple series of proceedings. Especially the tiger. He'd already been tempted to intercede once on Leytan's behalf, and he was unsure if he would be willing to do so again. No. He would stay as long as courtesy called for it, and then he would take his leave and go - ... where, though? Not back to the Guild. Impossible, now. He'd be blacklisted for sure - if not for the circumstances surrounding his leaving, then most definitely when word of what happened in Warlock got back to the Master's ears. No, as of now, he'd burnt any bridges leading back to anything he'd once consider a normal life. An assassin for hire, that's what he was now. And why not? The Guild had trained him well, given him an education (in every possible meaning of the word), given him the tools he needed to survive in the chaos of the post-greater game realm. A true Gentleman Assassin. That was his aspiration. And one he would someday achieve. But for now, he had more urgent callings. His hand. It needed repairs, urgently. He turned to one of the healers: "I don't suppose you could point me in the direction of a forge? There's a pressing matter I must attend to."
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Post by Daenary's Shar on Apr 16, 2010 0:08:15 GMT
We have a small forge not far from here though I would suggest that it would be extremely unwise for you to venture out alone. You are to remain here until Princess Daenary's says other wise and with rumours heard she is in quite a chilly mood and one would not wish to get on the wrong side of her.
Especially while one is a...guest within her home.
If you inform someone of what you need I am sure it can be arranged for it to be collected and brought to you.
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Post by Lady Mercury on Apr 16, 2010 21:27:38 GMT
*Lady Mercury had followed the guards quietly into the cold room, and seemed oblivious to the fact that most of her spells were un-usable. Her mental link to Leytan was unchanged, as it wasn't much of a spell. Had Leytan been there, he might have noticed that Lady Mercury didn't seem quite herself. As Coriolis pounced towards Daenary, her movements seemed almost languid as she turned her gaze to the bodyguards hustling Daenary out*
"Well, that's one way of getting yourself noticed!" She commented wryly to Coriolis, "Though I doubt you've endeared yourself to Leytan's kin. She is just trying to help her you know. Although, something seems strange around here, I just can't quite put my finger on it. It's like trying to grasp water..." Her voice seemed to trail off as she spoke, as if her train of thought had been interrupted*
*The mental link between Lady Mercury and Leytan abruptly closed, as if someone had slammed a door on it, and Lady Mercury collapsed with barely a sound, as a blast of air went through the room, though the room was completely closed off*
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Post by Leytan on Apr 17, 2010 18:14:46 GMT
*Leytan bowed to his sister and left, he arrived back at his and Wren's room just in time to hear the Healer speaking to Wren.*
"I'd listen to her Wren. Our fury 'freind' Cor took a swipe at the Crown Princess as a result all of us are confined to our quaters untill tommorow morning when she decides what to do with him."
"But like the lady says we can have things brought to us...so just let her know what it is you need and it will be sent up."
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Post by Daenary's Shar on Apr 17, 2010 19:25:55 GMT
*AFter her brother had left Daenarys stared at the door hard and in deep concentration. The fire started to die out once more as her anger rose though this time it was directed soley at her brother.*
*Before he had enetered she had planned on stripping him down verbally for all the trouble he and his comrades had caused but she had been caught by surprise when he would not meet her eyes.*
*There had only been a time in history when her brother could not look her in the eyes and that was a time that had almost proven to be the better of him.*
*Could it possibly be he was traveling down a familiar path ? Or had the day simply made her wary and remembering darker times.*
*Shaking her head to herself once there was nothing she could do right now but she started to have considerations for that strange tiger creature. She had stated to her brother she contemplated his hide for a trophy and though that fact was true she had also had other considerations for him.*
*After all she had numerous trophies bound to walls that another would be simply flair that she did not need...perhaps she could find a better use...should the creature of course be......handled.*
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Post by Coriolis on Apr 17, 2010 23:21:06 GMT
*Downstairs, that same "creature" had been forced back into a more Human shape and was sat in vigil by Rhiannons bedside. Now He was in a big metal box with no visible way in or out, alongside 2 Women who were supposed to be healers but needed help beyond his skills themselves!*
*Growls* Well this is going well... Isn't it?
*Beyond trying to make things more comfortable, there was nothing more He could do. So that's what He did. Carefully bundling Lady M into the spare bed, stealing the bedsheet from under his Sister so He'd have something better than the cold floor to lay on and wrapping up his travelling cloak to make some semblance of a pillow for himself.*
*Then He simply sat down on the floor and waited. Wistfully watching the light of the 2 pendants being sucked out of them through an unseen straw...*
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Post by Leytan on Apr 21, 2010 20:50:56 GMT
*Almost instantainasly in conjunction with his Lover as the last remments of their mentel link fadeded Leytan's train of thought also became fuzzy. Leytan however had the added problem of his mind being in an altered state due to the mixture he had drank not to long agon.*
*Feeling rather light headed and unable to think strait Leytan had to slump down on one of the beds and place his head in his hands as his mind tried to grasp what was happaning and try not to blackout.*
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Post by Midnight on Apr 21, 2010 22:35:21 GMT
*While Midnight slept her mind attempted to heal itself. The act as normal for her as breathing when she was wounded. Though she slumbered her mind attempted to clutch at the healing magic of nature that was up until as easily and naturally done as placing one foot in front of the other.*
*Though with each inhale and exhale of breath the simple spell was beyond her grasp, a faint moan of frustration sounding from her lips as the spell was constantly hidden from her mind.*
*Despite the bandage about one hand her hands would rise under the sheet, her fingers moving in odd shapes and waves , her mind bringing such to her consciousness in a dream though despite the physical movements normally only needed by the younglings. The shapes of the magic evaded her.*
*Slumping into her current bed she growled in frustration then silenced once more as she accepted the defeat and fell into proper slumber once more.*
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Post by Lady Mercury on May 5, 2010 20:14:02 GMT
*Lady Mercury moaned softly, her eyes flitting rapidly behind her closed eyes, and murmured almost un-comprehensible words. Around 20 minutes passed, then Lady Mercury let out a soft cry and sat bolt upright, her body drenched in sweat as she awoke. She wrapped her arms around herself as she glanced around, finding solace in the fact that the room was un changed since she had passed out, well, apart from the fact that Coriolis was now in the room*
"Are you alright? Leytan's kin seemed rather put out by your antics... And thank you.."
*Lady Mercury stood on slightly shaky legs, then moved over to where Midnight was sleeping and looked down at her*
"Well, she seems to be sleeping peacefully... Which is better than she was in the hayloft... She should be fine, though I know little of their magics and healing practices. I'd use my own magic on her, but this room seems designed to stop people using their own magic."
*Lady Mercury looked thoughtful for a second then crossed over to the bed, perched on the end of it. She looked keenly at Coriolis for a moment, then smiled slightly.*
"If you don;t mind me asking, how did you and your sister come to know Leytan? You do not strike me as the type who are involved within the type of business Leytan is in..."
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Post by Coriolis on May 5, 2010 22:14:46 GMT
*Her smile wasn't returned in kind though Her question garnered the kind of half-growl, half-chuckle that tipped an old wound...* That "business" brought the unwelcome wastrel you call a companion to us. He broke into the home of my old teacher and stole nearly every possesion Kaylo had. It took me years to rebuild and recover what I could. Not easy for a youngling that had yet to go on the hunt. All because a mercenary bastard decided He needed a quick coin or two... Among the things taken were a pair of prayer wheels from up in the mountains. Lucky for me, Leytan was incompitent enough to drop one of them as He escaped. I never found the other. It's probably buried deep in the collection of whichever Magpie He could sell it to. *Almost as a final insult, the Watcher rolled back a small portion of his travelling robe. Revealing the half-healed scar in the shape of an "L". A momento from a previous meeting.* So as you can imagine, lassie, I don't count him as a friend and it'll be the happiest day of my existence to have him hung by the gills from an exceptionally sharp hook...
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Post by Daenary's Shar on May 6, 2010 19:03:17 GMT
*Two of the keepers of the house removed the smashed glass in the guests Leytan and Wrens room. The window was boarded up securely for the night in relative silence and quite quickly. The healer kept her eye on Wren should he be affected by the dtrike during the time though once all was finished the room cleared rapidly.*
If you feel dizzy or any problems I am sure the guards out side shall summon me.
Sleep well.
*The female nodded her head and left. A quiet clicking sound as the key was turned, the door locked then a faint squeak as it was removed. *
*With Daenarys room she made various preparations of her own. A half rolled parchment rested on her desk as she lightly sketched a drawing with a quill and ink along the bumpy texture.*
*She finished the drawing and adding various little notes. Some words were underlined hinting at the feeling of the importance regarding them.*
*When happy with what she had done she let the ink dry fully as she changed clothing once more. Pulling on heavy, common rough looking woollen clothing. A heavy cloak *
*As she stood up and looked in the mirror, she nodded to herself slightly some what satisfied with ehr current appearance. Nothing more than a mere common person.*
*The clothing was thread bare in places, and sewn patches in others to make appearance of repairs over time.*
*She pulled on a thick but scruffy pair of boots before moving to the window. Sliding the glass upwards then lifting on knee up as she slipped out of her own lodge. *
*Any guards that noted her seem to have gone blind as they seemed to barely glance her way before continuing to attend their duties. *
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Post by Vyrrian Wren on May 21, 2010 22:26:47 GMT
Inside his room, Wren paced. The sound of the key turning had triggered bad memories. He despised cages, even extravagantly gilded ones such as these. And he was having quite enough of having what he could and could not do dictated to him, especially in light of the ever-increasing need to address his ever-stiffening hand.
He flexed a finger. With a little effort and concentration, it moved. It would pass for menial tasks, but as a weapon hand it was completely ineffective. The only way it could present a danger to someone would be if he tied them down and poked them in the eye. Another day and it would be totally unresponsive.
No. That Forge. That was where he needed to be. Ten minutes with some decent tools and he could take on anything. And, based on what he had seen of his hosts capacity for hospitality so far, it might be possible he would need to, or at least be in a position not to go easy into their goodnight.
Wren looked at the freshly boarded window. Then at the satchel that had been bought to him, now opened up and several of its small drawers revealed. The scant moonlight that trickled through past the wooden boards glinted off what looked like an appropriate dagger.
Bugger this for a game of soldiers, thought Wren rebelliously.
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Post by Daenary's Shar on May 21, 2010 23:02:30 GMT
*The guards listened quietly out side hearing very little sound they at least appeared to relax. The house settled into late evening. Those that worked within the house quickly settled for the night. The house growing quiet bar the sounds of the house. Little creaks and groans filling the growing silence.*
*Rapid falling but small snow flakes started to fall starting to cover and fill in the foot prints of Daenarys Shar as she moved stealthily through the trees and bushes that surrounded her home.*
*Already heavy laden branches became relieved as her movements caused branches to shed the weight of the gathered snow.*
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Post by Vyrrian Wren on May 23, 2010 19:36:47 GMT
With one last effort, the final board was wrenched from its nails. Wren took its weight, careful not to let it drop to the floor. He had a feeling the the guards outside his room had a hyper-sensitive paranoia gland that would only encourage them to investigate any noise of a suspicious nature. The sight of him holding a wooden plank besides a now-open-and-entirely-boardless window would would probably cause them to take immediate (and violent) action, of a nature that would probably not be delayed by a well timed "I can explain everything."
Not that Wren didn't have a knack for talking his way out of awkward situations. The few times he had been forced to improvise, he had been more or less successful at getting people to swallow some otherwise impossible truth. It was that, most times, he preferred not to hang around long enough to see if they had worked or not. The Knightmare realm was possessing a growing number of guards, underlings or generally inquiring individuals who had seen a cloaked individual make a speedy exit, just before their minds had thrown up the sentence "Wait, what?"
Hiding the planks beneath his mattress, Wren peered out into the courtyard. A cursory scan of the courtyard indicated no movement, with maybe a shadow in each corner that may or may not be of a guard on duty. They covered each area of the courtyard quite meticulously - it would be impossible for anyone entering or leaving to avoid being seen from at least one angle.
Still, there were ways around that.
Wren concentrated, and instantly felt that calm lightlessness flow through his muscles and his mind, the sensation that he was becoming a less-than-significant presence, someone else's problem, the brief flash you could only make out in the corner of your eye that you had to know was there in order to look out for it. The willingness to become not only a part of the background physically, but also cosmologically, to sidestep causality itself -
Wren bought his hand up to his face. He flexed his fingers experimentally. The air in front of him completely failed to register any suggestion that it was occupied by any part of him.
Wren smiled.
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Post by Leytan on May 23, 2010 20:14:46 GMT
"You know..."
*The familer voice of his roomate said from his bed.*
"That trick only works if you do it when NO one is looking or at least not invoking it near someone who knows what that kind of shift in causality feels like so can sence it happaning near by. "
*Leytan, his mind now once more clear and lucid as the drug had left his system, sat up in his bed.*
"Going some were Wren?"
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