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Earendil Halfelven · 12-11-2003, 09:22 PM

Doran left the Ambassador's mansion with one thought on his mind: Devon Thrann and his friends. He had walked in on the argument between father and son just in time-

I trust that I will hear no more of this nonsense about the disloyalties of Captain Doran...

That was enough for him to hear. He acted as if everything was normal but his mind was already in action.
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"Sir, Acacia is here to see you."
"Good. Send her right in." Jythralo said.

A few minutes later, Acacia entered with a smile on her face.
"I assume you have what I want?" he asked.
"Yes, all you need." she replied.
"Excellent. Take a seat." Jythralo reached for a bottle. "Care for some ale?"

Acacia nodded and Jythralo poured her a glass, then he sat back and waited for her to begin.

"Well," she started. "The girl's name is Adeline Montres and then there's Calnan..."
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"Great job Acacia." Jythralo said after hearing the information gathered on Devon's friends. He became silent. He was thinking.

Acacia sat there and poured some more ale into her glass. She knew not to bother him when he was thinking. After a few minutes, Jythralo poured himself a glass.

"Have you heard about Jurex and the guards?"

Acacia shook her head.

"There is a warrant out for his arrest. He encountered some guards last night actually. They tried to arrest him."

Acacia noticed the use of the words "tried."
"What do you mean, tried? Did he kill them?"

"Unfotunately, no. That would have been nice though. But...this presents an opportunity." Jythralo smiled and Acacia knew what that meant: he wanted blood on the streets of Umbar. And it was about time.
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Later that night, three men in black cloaks stalked the streets of Umbar. It was midnight. They came to an intersection and one man glanced up at the sign.
"Down this way," he said. The other two followed.

They walked past a few houses and finally arrived at their destination.
"You, go take cover in those shadows. If any guards come, you know what to do." As he turned to go and hide, the cloak lifted to reveal a small quiver full of arrows.

As soon as the man was hidden, two guards rounded the corner. The two men looked up and acted as if they were about to run.
"Halt!" one called.
The two men halted.

The guards approached with swords drawn.
"Turn around slowly with your hands up."
They turned slowly.
"Approach, slowly."
They took a few steps forward. The two men looked at eachother. One smiled.

The zipping sound of an arrow pierced the silence as it slammed into the side of the head of one of the guards. The dead guard's mouth dropped open and he sank to his knees. His sword clattered on the street.

Before the other guard can react, the two corsairs rushed forward. Kicking the sword out of the way, one rushed behind the guard and grabbed his arms behind his back. The other corsair pulled a dagger and with his other hand, covered the man's mouth before he could utter a cry for help.

"Hey, mate," the corsair with the dagger said. "Say 'ello to the gods when you meet 'em." The dagger's silver shine in the moonlight turned red as the man's throat was slit. The corsair kept his hand over the man's until he ceased to struggle. Blood gurgled from the slit in the dead man's neck. He slumped to the ground.

The two pirates knelt at the bodies of the slain guards. One pulled a sheet of paper out of his pocket. On it, in black ink, was printed a skull and crossbones. The man was about to stick his dagger through the paper when he had an epiphany. He knelt to one of the bodies and dipped the paper into fatal neck wound. With it soaked in blood, he stuck the dagger through it and pounded it into the door of the house.

Leaving the bodies in front of the door, they ran to the opposite side of the street where they met the third man with bow in hand.
"Nice shot. I see you still have it," one of them said with a snicker.
"Well, boys, let's get out of here. Jythralo will be pleased."

He picked up a fist sized rock and hurled it at one of the windows. It shattered and broke the silence of the night.

As the men's footsteps faded into the night, the door opened, the light revealing the dagger and blood soaked knife in the door and the two dead guards.

Adeline stood in the doorway, shocked.

<font size=1 color=339966>[ 10:58 PM December 12, 2003: Message edited by: Earendil Halfelven ]

12-11-2003, 09:22 PM	#44
Earendil Halfelven Wight Join Date: Dec 2002 Location: the dark recesses of the mind Posts: 223	Doran left the Ambassador's mansion with one thought on his mind: Devon Thrann and his friends. He had walked in on the argument between father and son just in time- I trust that I will hear no more of this nonsense about the disloyalties of Captain Doran... That was enough for him to hear. He acted as if everything was normal but his mind was already in action. _____________________________________________ "Sir, Acacia is here to see you." "Good. Send her right in." Jythralo said. A few minutes later, Acacia entered with a smile on her face. "I assume you have what I want?" he asked. "Yes, all you need." she replied. "Excellent. Take a seat." Jythralo reached for a bottle. "Care for some ale?" Acacia nodded and Jythralo poured her a glass, then he sat back and waited for her to begin. "Well," she started. "The girl's name is Adeline Montres and then there's Calnan..." _____________________________________________ "Great job Acacia." Jythralo said after hearing the information gathered on Devon's friends. He became silent. He was thinking. Acacia sat there and poured some more ale into her glass. She knew not to bother him when he was thinking. After a few minutes, Jythralo poured himself a glass. "Have you heard about Jurex and the guards?" Acacia shook her head. "There is a warrant out for his arrest. He encountered some guards last night actually. They tried to arrest him." Acacia noticed the use of the words "tried." "What do you mean, tried? Did he kill them?" "Unfotunately, no. That would have been nice though. But...this presents an opportunity." Jythralo smiled and Acacia knew what that meant: he wanted blood on the streets of Umbar. And it was about time. _____________________________________________ Later that night, three men in black cloaks stalked the streets of Umbar. It was midnight. They came to an intersection and one man glanced up at the sign. "Down this way," he said. The other two followed. They walked past a few houses and finally arrived at their destination. "You, go take cover in those shadows. If any guards come, you know what to do." As he turned to go and hide, the cloak lifted to reveal a small quiver full of arrows. As soon as the man was hidden, two guards rounded the corner. The two men looked up and acted as if they were about to run. "Halt!" one called. The two men halted. The guards approached with swords drawn. "Turn around slowly with your hands up." They turned slowly. "Approach, slowly." They took a few steps forward. The two men looked at eachother. One smiled. The zipping sound of an arrow pierced the silence as it slammed into the side of the head of one of the guards. The dead guard's mouth dropped open and he sank to his knees. His sword clattered on the street. Before the other guard can react, the two corsairs rushed forward. Kicking the sword out of the way, one rushed behind the guard and grabbed his arms behind his back. The other corsair pulled a dagger and with his other hand, covered the man's mouth before he could utter a cry for help. "Hey, mate," the corsair with the dagger said. "Say 'ello to the gods when you meet 'em." The dagger's silver shine in the moonlight turned red as the man's throat was slit. The corsair kept his hand over the man's until he ceased to struggle. Blood gurgled from the slit in the dead man's neck. He slumped to the ground. The two pirates knelt at the bodies of the slain guards. One pulled a sheet of paper out of his pocket. On it, in black ink, was printed a skull and crossbones. The man was about to stick his dagger through the paper when he had an epiphany. He knelt to one of the bodies and dipped the paper into fatal neck wound. With it soaked in blood, he stuck the dagger through it and pounded it into the door of the house. Leaving the bodies in front of the door, they ran to the opposite side of the street where they met the third man with bow in hand. "Nice shot. I see you still have it," one of them said with a snicker. "Well, boys, let's get out of here. Jythralo will be pleased." He picked up a fist sized rock and hurled it at one of the windows. It shattered and broke the silence of the night. As the men's footsteps faded into the night, the door opened, the light revealing the dagger and blood soaked knife in the door and the two dead guards. Adeline stood in the doorway, shocked. <font size=1 color=339966>[ 10:58 PM December 12, 2003: Message edited by: Earendil Halfelven ] __________________ In nomini domine saboath sui filique ite ad infernos.