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Azhira
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« Reply #15 on: May 14, 2008, 10:51:10 PM »

Patrolman Theras

The young man said nothing at the dark elf's words, but simply nodded sheepishly. He clearly did not enjoy being out here in the dark and foggy night. Gate duty never suited him...greeting strangers in the night with unknown intentions was not his idea of staying healthy. He preferred clerical and administrative type work such as shuffling papers and maintaining the militia records. However, the recent guard shortage forced his superiors to pull typically non-combat trained militia into guard duty over the last week.

Theras did not attempt to stop the dark elf as she walked past him. Theras thought there was nothing he could do anyway even if he did try to keep the woman from entering the city. It was best he leave that to the his fellow guards inside the gate who were mopping up the murder scene.

Nevertheless, Theras wondered if he should at least follow the woman through the gates. He wouldn't want to his superiors to think someone slipped past him.

The young guard shook his head to clear his thoughts and turned to walk back towards the gate. The gate appeared through the fog, as well as the guard towers on either side. He looked about and saw no one there. And, strangely, the torches had been snuffed out. Surely the woman couldn't have gone inside already? Shouldn't the guards be questioning her? And what happened to the torches?

Theras looked up at the tower...but then frowned at the silly thought that the dark elf had actually climbed the wall! Impossible. Either way...the woman had vanished and that made Theras even more uneasy.
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« Reply #16 on: May 17, 2008, 06:13:20 AM »

Drustai walked up to the tower door. There were few, if any, guards around outside, though she figured there would certainly be some inside. Leaning close to the door, she listened for a few moments before bringing her arm up and making a few taps against the wood with her knuckles, knocking. Then, she pulled herself away from it and pressed against the tower wall. She figured the fact that the outside torches were unlit would be enough of a concern for the guard that he'd perhaps go to speak with the younger patrolman at the gate, allowing her to slip in after he left. Of course, if he was smart, he'd stay at his post, so she was ready to take more drastic measures in that case.

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« Reply #17 on: May 17, 2008, 06:54:34 PM »

Daron stepped away from the pretty guard, while scratching at the stubble that had begun to sprout on his otherwise smooth skin.  Was she making fun of him?  Couldn't be.  Everyone had heard of Daron Soulstealer.  It was too important a name to make fun of.  No, she had to be flirting with him.  His cheeks flushed a little at the thought.  Saucy wench, he thought, and considered calling her that in jest, but before he could get the words out, her attention was diverted to another guard who joined them and the woman behind them.

He listened with interest as the guard spoke of murder.  Daron watched with a touch of dismay as the woman guard hurried away.  There went a great opportunity for some fun.  Still, the elf behind them looked kinda cute; for an elf.  Perhaps a bit austere, but cute.  As he heard her speak to the guard, he felt a strange fluttering in his belly.  She had attitude, and he nearly giggled aloud.  She was tough!  Perhaps, he would do well to make someone like that his friend.

Reality crept back into his thoughts as the new guard spoke of another murder.  A chill went through him.  Dangerous place, this Cavthan.  Yes, he needed to make a friend here.  He stepped forward.  "Well, my good man, Daron Soulstealer is no common folk.  I may join your militia in helping to bring peace to this fine city!"

As soon as the words escaped his mouth, he regretted them as the elf once more spoke curtly to the guard.  Dammit!  He had chosen the wrong approach.  He had misjudged her.  She was not only tough, but apparently someone who went their own way.  "Agreed, Lady Elf.  If they can't care for themselves, no sense in us folk poking our noses where they do not belong."  He cast a disproving glance at the guard, forcing a look of superiority to cover his features.

He then hurried to keep up with the elf, who had apparently dismissed the guard and continued on her journey.  He watched in rapt awe as the elf waved her hands and disappeared.  His head spun in one direction then another as he searched in vain for her.  She was a mage!  How wonderful!  "Hey!  Hey elf!  Where did you go?  I want to go with you!"  His voice was a loud whisper, but more likely to call attention to himself than if he had used a normal tone of voice.

Thinking quickly, he dropped the bag to the ground, ignoring the angry squeals and growls from inside.  He opened the bag and reached inside, pulling out a furry rodent.  He frowned.  "Sorry, wrong one," he apologized as he stuffed the ferret back into the bag, much to the little ferrets angry protests.  He tried again, this time smiling at Vlad's twitching nose.  Vlad was the best tracker of the three ferrets.  Daron placed the animal onto the ground where only a few moments before the elf had stood.  The ferret began to sniff about in its new surroundings, happy to be out of the crowded bag. 

"Find the scent, Vlad, find the scent.  Lead me to her boy.  Go on."

The ferret took a few moments, then chirped a couple of calls and begun to scamper in the direction of the tower.  Daron grinned.   The chase was on!
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« Reply #18 on: May 22, 2008, 05:42:41 AM »

Patrolman Theras

The young guard had no time to wonder about the unlit torches or the sudden disappearance of the elf woman. His instinct told him to call for a superior for help, but his sense of pride put an end to that thought quickly.

What would Knight Arlana say if I went squeamish and called for help now?

Theras shook his head. He would look into the situation in a moment. For now, the other traveler was asking for attention. Theras regarded the man with a wary look. To Theras, the stranger was trouble. He didn't show much respect at all...but then again, who would show respect to a guard barely out of his teens wearing a uniform slightly too big for his skinny frame?

"If you wish to join the militia as a temporary deputy, speak to the officers in the barracks in the Outer City," Theras informed the man.

But, it seemed that the stranger was more interested in the elf that had just disappeared than anything else at the moment. Theras could only watch as the man approached the gate with a bewildered look on his face. He watched as the man dropped his bags and began to open them up looking for something.

Theras decided to get a closer look, despite his nervousness. This was a most unusual night...

The man looked to be holding...and speaking?...to some animals in his bags! Theras frowned and dropped his hands to his sword sheathed at his hip. This man was strange and needed to be questioned further.

"Sir!" Theras called in a shaky voice. "What are you doing there?"

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Tower Guard Gilthas

Gilthas had just settled down to a flask of warm ale when he heard a sharp knock upon the lower tower door. Grumbling, he corked his flask and tucked it into his tunic under his chainmail shirt and got to his feet. The scene of the murder had just been cleaned up and Gilthas had drawn the shortest piece of straw during the decision of who would man the tower for the rest of the night with only a stain of blood and flitting shadows for company. Gilthas, like most guards in Cavthan, decided to make the best of his current situation by drinking himself into a better mood.

But then someone had to go and knock...probably that damned kid outside the tower got scared and wanted someone to babysit him...

Gilthas mumbled as he made his way down the steps circling the inside of the tower and came up to the door. He swung it open and was met with darkness and fog. The gate looked to be slightly opened with no light coming from the torches on either side of the gate.

Why weren't the torches lit? Damned kid...

Gilthas, already a bit tipsy from his drinking, groaned and stepped outside the door. His already depressed mood only became worse because now he had to re-light the torches and find the kid who was supposed to be watching the gate. Gilthas was getting too old for this stuff...

The guard let the tower door close behind him as he stomped outside with the full intention of giving the kid an earful of curses and insults.

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Drustai let her lips curl slightly in a smile as the guard made off towards the gate. Provided there were no other guards in the tower, she was in the clear.

Once the guard had moved some distance away from the tower, she reached out and wrapped her fingers around the handle, then pulled the door slightly ajar and slipped inside. Looking around and noticing no other guards, she let her concentration fade and dropped her spell, then turned to the door and held her hand over it. She focused her eyes on the handle and muttered a spell formula in her mind, jamming the lock shut with cold ice.

Spinning on her heels, she looked around the tower. The blood had been some distance from the tower, so it was unlikely to have been from the bottom floor. That meant she needed to move to the upper level. She folded her arms across her chest and walked to the stairs and began climbing to the upper floor. As she did so, she focused on her spell again, and faded into ripples.

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