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Carrûn · 03-23-2003, 11:34 AM

Awrygan did not reply, but nodded silently. Rochelle's blow had stunned the corsair, but he was regaining conciousness. Picking him up, Awrygan strode back outside. He spoke to the man in his own tounge. "It is said corsairs fear dishoner more than death or pain." The pirates eyes blazed in hatred as two quick knife strokes removed the long braids of his beard. Awrygan spun him around. "Go know to who you will. Fear, for I will return for you." The man took two steps away and then spun around, leaping bare-handed and the darkened Ranger. Sidstepping him, Awrygan knocked him to the ground.

He strode to when a horse had been left tied to a post, its owner dead or forgotten leading it back to where the corsair lay he tied him to the saddle. "I doubted you would leave willingly. Pleasent travels." He held on to the horses bridle, whispering words of fear into its ear. Its eyes and nostrals flared and as the man released his hold it bolted into the darkness with the man on its back.

Walking back inside he found Rochelle again administering aid to the injured noble. He sat down next to the High Guard who seemed to be making a decent recovery on his own. The guard began to speak without prompting and for a time Awrygan listened in silence. He was somewhat relieved to discover (although it was unfortunate in retrospect) that the Prince was away in Minis Tirith. His own thoughts trailed off until they were again inturruped by the guard's voice. "I did not reveal all of the hidden armory locations." He grinned. "I used to be an actor, I guess it turned out to be a useful skill. There are still many weapons available if we could find the people to wield them." Awrygan laughed strangely and the man stopped talking. I walk South, am convinced to look for a couple of brats and now I'm supposed to help liberate a city. On the bright side, if I die trying I won't have to worry about getting dragged into this again. "I came here for two, not two thousand soldier," he said. He nodded towards Rochelle. "Words are wasted on me, you should talk to her." He sat back and lit his pipe. The guard produced his own and Awrygan helped the man light it. The two sat smoking waiting for Rochelle to finish with the noble.

[ March 23, 2003: Message edited by: Carrûn ]

03-23-2003, 11:34 AM	#142
Carrûn Wight Join Date: Dec 2002 Location: Behind you, counting to 3 Posts: 234	Awrygan did not reply, but nodded silently. Rochelle's blow had stunned the corsair, but he was regaining conciousness. Picking him up, Awrygan strode back outside. He spoke to the man in his own tounge. "It is said corsairs fear dishoner more than death or pain." The pirates eyes blazed in hatred as two quick knife strokes removed the long braids of his beard. Awrygan spun him around. "Go know to who you will. Fear, for I will return for you." The man took two steps away and then spun around, leaping bare-handed and the darkened Ranger. Sidstepping him, Awrygan knocked him to the ground. He strode to when a horse had been left tied to a post, its owner dead or forgotten leading it back to where the corsair lay he tied him to the saddle. "I doubted you would leave willingly. Pleasent travels." He held on to the horses bridle, whispering words of fear into its ear. Its eyes and nostrals flared and as the man released his hold it bolted into the darkness with the man on its back. Walking back inside he found Rochelle again administering aid to the injured noble. He sat down next to the High Guard who seemed to be making a decent recovery on his own. The guard began to speak without prompting and for a time Awrygan listened in silence. He was somewhat relieved to discover (although it was unfortunate in retrospect) that the Prince was away in Minis Tirith. His own thoughts trailed off until they were again inturruped by the guard's voice. "I did not reveal all of the hidden armory locations." He grinned. "I used to be an actor, I guess it turned out to be a useful skill. There are still many weapons available if we could find the people to wield them." Awrygan laughed strangely and the man stopped talking. I walk South, am convinced to look for a couple of brats and now I'm supposed to help liberate a city. On the bright side, if I die trying I won't have to worry about getting dragged into this again. "I came here for two, not two thousand soldier," he said. He nodded towards Rochelle. "Words are wasted on me, you should talk to her." He sat back and lit his pipe. The guard produced his own and Awrygan helped the man light it. The two sat smoking waiting for Rochelle to finish with the noble. [ March 23, 2003: Message edited by: Carrûn ] __________________ "Dic, hospes, Spartae, nos te hic vidisse iacentes dum sanctis patriae legibus obsequimur."