Tavern Kitchen

[Khiera Meneris]

Your plot time is now 21 Bells.


@Ryldor:

Ryldor stood alone in the darkness behind the Regal Rusik Tavern, with only the faint glow of light coming from the kitchen that was streaming from under the back door leading to the inside of the kitchen. But he was not alone for long.

A little after 21 Bells, two tall, wiry figures slunked out of the surrounding darkness, seemingly appearing from no where. One each stood at Ryldor's left and right. As they slowly approached closer, Ryldor could faintly make out the features of the two figures.

The figure to Ryldor's left was a little taller, wearing a dark tweed cap, with a narrow nose and slit-like eyes. The figure to the right was a little shorter, and considerably slimmer, and seemed to be chewing on a stick of grass. Upon a closer look, Ryldor realized that this figure was female.

The man growled, "And you are?"

Ryldor answered non-chalantly, "Rofer sent me."

The man seemingly grinned ... or scowled, depending on what you thought it looked like. "Aye, so he did, did he?"

Without as much as a further grunt, the man lunged towards Ryldor, and in his arms flashed a sharp machete, slashing towards Ryldor's chest. The female figure leapt out simultaenously at some silent signal from the man, in both hands she held a dagger, stabbing towards Ryldor.  

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[Ryldor Gadriel]

TRAP! was all Ryldor had time to think before he reacted, bending at the knees and throwing himself backward, the machete passing above the elf's chest by nailsbreadths. I guess it's too much to hope for that she'd jump into the machete.Using his momentum, he hoped to put some distance between himself and his assailants by somersaulting backward.

As soon as there was any space, he turned and ran for the nearest wall.

It is not enough to conquer; one must learn to seduce. ~ Voltaire

[Khiera Meneris]

@Ryldor:

((OOC: One more post of stabbing and hacking, and then i have a surprise for you ))

The man gave out a loud audible grunt as his machete narrowly missed Ryldor. "A nimble one, ain'tcha? Well we'll see how nimble yer k'n be without no legs!" With that, he raised his machete again high in the air, chasing after Ryldor and preparing to bring the blade swooping down on Ryldor the minute Ryldor stopped at an approaching wall.

The female had to double back to avoid the man's machete as Ryldor avoided the strike, but now she also chuckled, as if this was something that she did everyday -- hunting down people and stabbing them to pieces that is -- and tossed a dagger from her hand towards Ryldor's back.

The Tale of Khiera Meneris
Hold me. Soothe me. Love me. Save me from my Rage.

[Ryldor Gadriel]

Ryldor leapt for the top of the wall, grabbed it and started pulling himself up. Luckily, he had gotten high enough that the woman's dagger, which would have scored a direct hit in his back, pierced his left thigh instead. Pain shot through him causing him to lose his grip and drop back to the street.

Even through the pain he knew that a machete would soon be dismembering him if he didn't react and fast. Quickly, he pivoted, drew of one of his own daggers and threw it at the approaching man's face as he prepared to dodge the next strike.

It is not enough to conquer; one must learn to seduce. ~ Voltaire

[Khiera Meneris]

@Ryldor:

((OOC: Very nice post!! ))

The woman smirked in glee as her dagger pierced through Ryldor's right thigh, although she would have much preferred it if it had left a gaping hole in Ryldor's back. The man was sniggering as well -- until Ryldor's dagger hit him squarely on his forehead, and all that came further from him was a loud thump and clang as his body slumped to the ground and the machete left his gripped.

Ryldor suddenly heard a feminine voice from the top of the wall that he had tried to scale in escape. The voice was very muffled, but it was obvious that it was a female. "Hurry, up here! Give me your hand!" As the female voice said this, a blunt, round object was thrown over the wall and hit the female thug on the head, with the female thug subsequently falling to the ground on her back with a loud groan.

There was scarcely any light around the area where the wall stood, and all Ryldor could make out of the voice that just spoke was a hooded and veiled face. A dainty gloved hand was extended down the side of the wall towards Ryldor.  

The Tale of Khiera Meneris
Hold me. Soothe me. Love me. Save me from my Rage.

[Ryldor Gadriel]

Ryldor saw his dagger hit true and was almost shocked. I'm better than I thought. He started to reach for his other dagger to tangle with the woman, when a voice above him nearly scared him more than his attackers. He looked for the source of the words, but his eyes caught glimpse of a projectile and his eyes tracked it as it hit the second assailant, rendering her unconscious.

Looking back to the top of the wall, he saw a gloved hand reaching down, seemingly offering him assistance up. Being down here isn't so great. Better go up.. Now for the bad part. Grimacing, he reached down and pulled out the dagger from his thigh. Yup. That was bad. He wiped the blood from the blade and stuck it in his belt, replacing the one he threw. Gingerly he reached up, took the offered hand and scaled the wall. Once at the top of the wall, he didn't look around. Instead, he ignored his surroundings, lowered himself to the roof deck and started healing his wound waiting for his savior to speak.

It is not enough to conquer; one must learn to seduce. ~ Voltaire

[Khiera Meneris]

@Ryldor:

The mystery woman seemed glad that Ryldor had managed to scale the wall to safety. She looked down as Ryldor started to heal himself, and seem to speak in amusement to herself, her voice still muffled, "You are no merchant, are you?" More as a statement to herself than an actual question directed at Ryldor.

Her head turned sharply towards the back of the tavern, as if she had heard some worrying noise. Turning back to Ryldor, she urged on, "We must leave. More will come." She gestured towards the ground, and in the darkness, by squinting Ryldor could make out the outline of what seemed like a horse flicking its tail non-chalantly.

The woman urged Ryldor on, knowing that he had not yet finished healing himself, "Can you ride? We must leave. Now. When i say jump, jump down with me on to the horse."


You can choose to leave or not to leave with the woman. Your choice  Or, do something complete odd and unexpected ... lol

The Tale of Khiera Meneris
Hold me. Soothe me. Love me. Save me from my Rage.

[Ryldor Gadriel]

The more the woman spoke, the more convinced Ryldor became that he was familiar with the woman’s voice. I know five women in this town. Who could it be? A noise from below ended his speculation. Even before he could point it out, his rescuer was on the move, directing him towards a horse beneath them.

He made his way to the edge exaggerating his limp, just so she’d think he was more injured then he really was. Of course, I might still be injured enough. At least the bleeding’s stopped.

Carefully, he lowered himself down to the horse and the two of them rode off. ”So who are you and where are we going?

It is not enough to conquer; one must learn to seduce. ~ Voltaire

[Khiera Meneris]

At the mystery woman's signal, both she and Ryldor lept from the roof onto the waiting horse below, and with a hard tug of the bridle, the horse galloped off and left the back of the Regal Rusik behind in the darkness.

It was late into the night, barely any light except for a few scattered lamps and lanterns here and there, but the rider and horse seemed to know exactly where they were heading.

”So who are you and where are we going?"

The woman seem to chuckle -- it was hard to tell with her voice being so muffled by her veil -- and then answered cheerfully, "All will be made known to you shortly." She paused, a tinge of reluctance, "And now, forgive me for what i am about to do, but it is of the utmost necessity --"

Ryldor felt a blunt object hit him hard on the forehead, and the next thing he knew he was swathed in darkness.


Ok, this is one of the parts where i said that certain characters will have to be knocked out to advance the plot ... don't worry, no injuries, it's just for plot purposes

Commence posting in the Weaver's Cottage thread.

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