Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris

[Illix]

Illix smiled to herself. Clearly the well armored man and this "Burton" character were her enemies, the others showed no notice of her. Illix was especially pleased knowing she'd found the mage that had been kidnapped.

However, her immediate concern was Burton, who charged towards her. As he reached the staircase she performed a backflip to put some distance between herself and her opponent. Burton reached the top of the stairs and charged at Illix, swinging his sword in a horizontal arc at her waist. Illix countered this by making a small leap backwards, then pushed off the ground to leap back at the swordsman. Burton hadn't finished his first erratic swing and couldn't pull his sword into a position to defend himself, which was unfortunate for him, as he wasn't wearing any armor under his shirt. As Illix leaped she struck him in the chest with her glove blades.

Burton fell to one knee, and his sword fell from his hand. He clutched his wound through his torn and already blood soaked shirt, a look of fear and pain on his face as he watched his own blood pour out of his body. He quickly collapsed and after a few moments the motion of his breathing ceased.

Illix didn't have time to stick around to watch him however, she knew her blow had been a lethal one and after quickly wiping her blades clean on the peice of her cloak that was in her pocket she withdrew them and drew out her sword and Darien's dagger (it was slightly larger than the other ones she posessed) she then made her way back to the cellar and ran down the stairs. She didn't have too much confidence in a seemingly unconcious mage and a man armed with what looked like a crowbar against a large, armored, twin mace weilding opponent.

She was skeptical that way.

Here I go, playing the Hero again...

[Thaedras]

Lia was so agitated by the presence of the cat that she dug her talons into Thaedras' shoulder. Thaedras stroked her and she calmed down somewhat.

The bench was far too small for Thaedras' large frame, but the tea and spicecakes more than made up for that. The old woman started to speak, and Thaedras listened with the repsect she deserved due to her age and gender.

As you may or may not have noticed, there's trouble going on in our little town. It started only a few short months ago, and being the simple folk we're being, nobody did a damn thing about it. But now, somebody's about to do a thing about it. Because if nobody does now, nobody ever will. And nothing's planning on going away itself. I've heard word that we're not the only folk that's seen this trouble. There's another small fishing town south o' here...Berinlou; south of Marcogg near that other gulf. Now...I'm not about to say I know about war or nothing, but I know plans when I hear em. And the plans I've heard, and now you've heard, are plans for war. Or something like it.

Something seemed to have agitated the cat at this point, for it started to growl threateningly. This was far from helping Lia's mood. She fluttered onto Thaedras' other shoulder and dug her talons into his flesh yet again. Thaedras whispered something unintelligable and she calmed again. The old woman continued.

Strange people have been coming into town. Bringing carts and small caravans through the mountains, and nobody's seeing the goods. Big ships come in, stock and leave during the night. They're ruining my town! I've lived here my whole life, and don't you be worrying about how long that may be, and things have changed more these past weeks than those past decades. Everybody's quiet. Everybody's secretive. Boys, I want my town back.

The boy slammed the table at this point and said

It's not so simple! They're armed. They're trained. They're completely devoid of feeling. They can level this town at whim, if they wanted. Why they don't, is beyond me.They've already taken my father and his livelihood. I don't know what I'm supposed to do about anything anymore.

The mercenary looks over and says

And we're not?

Confidence was one thing, blind arrogance was quite another, which Thaedras was quick to point out.

For the most part no, we are not armed. From what I see, we are a small boy, a SINGLE warrior, myself whom none of you know, a cat, and an elderly couple. Now personally, I have no idea what is going on around here. I arrived in Nepris today, and was seraching for my friend, Dom, when I ended up here drinking tea and eating spicecakes, which are delicious by the way, and being told about an impending war. Now i would love to help a woman as radian and generous as yourself, but first I would like some details, and at some point I would like to speak with Dom.

The wind in my Hair, The spray of the ocean in my face.
I love Life at sea.

- Thaedras

Edited by: Thaedras at: 7/20/05 2:25

[Paladia Entonei]

The swordsman was surprised at Terra's skill in evading his blade. It was her sudden offensive strike that really took him, and the mercenary struggled to pull his own blade back up in a parry. Unfortunately for him, his dirk was too slow and too short. Though the woman's blow was deflected slightly, her sword plowed past the man's dirk and cut deeply into his right shoulder, causing him to drop his weapon and staggering to the ground.

Dominic roared as Radirez stumbled back and a frightening flame for the passion of battle simmered behind his usually bright eyes. He saw his oppenent lose focus for a moment and brought the crowbar up and out for a devastating cross, but just as the blow was being set into motion the mace flew out. Honed reflexes from his years at sea, where the unpredictable seas can dictate life or death, set into well-oiled motion and the path of the sailor's crowbar changed slightly. The mace grazed his leg, biting painfully through the loose casual trousers, just as the hooked end of the iron rod flashed down towards Radirez' wrist and forearm. At that same instance, the big man shuffled his footing somewhat and moved to ram his heavily muscled shoulder into the criminal.

Back outside the cottage, Paladia notched one more arrow. Terra seemed to be handling herself quite confidently with the last of the men who had come from the cottage. Out of the corner of her eye, Pally had seen the woman from earlier dashing into the cottage. She prayed the human wasn't so brash as to turn against them, though as it was starting to appear, such was in the nature of humans. But that was beyond Paladia's decision. Raising her arrow, the elf spotting a figure that seemed to be chasing after Illix.

"The enemy is the person who is not your ally" she whispered to herself, a self-taught mantra from her training. With casual accuracy, the Tethinrhim let fly for Erian.

[Erián'melór]

The woman with the fiery locks was finishing her opponent, and Erian was about to introduce himself when he heard a whistling noise as an arrow flew toward him. The arrow was justice incarnate for the death of his wife. He wanted the arrow to pierce his heart as sorrow had for the past century. He stood with his arms spread wide as the arrow closed the distance between himself and the archer.

Erian felt the arrow as it shot deep into his thigh. He stared into the hazel eyes of the elven archer as he wondered why he had been spared. He dropped to his knees as the pain overwhelmed him. He had been so close. A fore higher and he would have been lying peacefully in his grave. What twist of fate allowed his dismal existence to continue? He glared at the instrument that should have ended his life, and the arrow was clearly made by his kin. He lay on his back and looked at the sky as thoughts of his homeland filled his mind.

Erian Melor~The spark of life rests upon the edge of a knife.
~Elf Age Calculator
~Measures Converter

[Terra Artemos]

Terra's blade hardly slowed as it was slighly deflected by the mans attempt to block her strike, the blades new path leaving a vicious deep gash in his shoulder. Without halting Terra guided the graceful blade into and arch that started low, the tip nearly touching the ground, then came up to level off just above the mans shoulders. Then finally the blade followed the arch through the mans neck, only requiring a single swift stroke to separate the mans head from his body.

Terra takes a quick look around her for any more apponents, then seeing the woman from the healers cottage plunge into the cell. Charging towards the celler she held her MoonBlade in one hand allowing it to trial after her. Many apponents mistake this as her letting down her guard while not realizing that the specific way she held the blade would allow her to launch a very quick attack, and yet allow her to close at a full run.

'I am grey. All but those like me see only darkness and light, they do not see the grey between them. In this greyness I dwell. I would not wish this fate on any other.'

[Darien Gulath]

Radirez:

A flash of pain screamed trough Radirez’s arm because of the fast and heavy impact of the crowbar. He dropped one of his maces but tried to smash another into the torso of his big opponent. However he did not anticipate the big guy to directly collapse against his breastplate and as they both had set forth to deliver a attack they both rammed full force into eachother. Radirez faced the strength and weight of Dominic while Dominic would be knocked against the iron plates of his armour which would probably be even more painful. However this brought up Radirez’s worst weakness into practice. He lost his balance and made a quick journey towards the floor. But not until he smashed with his shoulder against the pillar standing in the middle of the basement. However he had been fast in his senses and as he dropped he made sure he landed on his hands and knees. And he had hereby spared his final possible rescue. His alternative weapon,…Hanging over his back, A wooden artwork called;.. The crossbow. Radirez’s mace was of no use when he would be on the ground so he grabbed his final weapon as quick as possible to fire the one arrow he had, from his crossbow. He turned as quickly as possible to let lose the string at Dominic hoping that he was fast enough to stand a chance against the muscled sailor’s speed.

Darién:

Darién slowly padded trough the forest when he saw a figure on the floor behind a tree. As he turned over the guy he noticed that he was dead. “Zerigron” A loyal servant of Areytuk. “Caught by an arrow and was finished with a knife stab…” It seemed clear to him that there was some serious opposition to deal with. An archer that could match Zerigron? Zerigron was one of the best archers Darién had ever seen. A tremendous loss of good skill, Yet it had always been a cocky show-off. He got what he deserved; Where Darién’s thoughts,..
He sneaked trough the forest to spot an elf-woman from the backside. Paladia;… “The archer”. Yes… And it seemed that she just killed somebody with an arrow. In the further distance he saw a fight between a red-haired woman and some of Radirez’s men. Darién moved on a quickly but overly silent pace to engage the female archer. And when he reached his destination he attempted to grab her from behind, in a firm grasp around her throat to squeeze the air out of her when she tried to struggle.

Drop the bow! He would command and once she did he would drag her into the forest, Yet not entirely sure of what he was doing…

Edited by: Darien Gulath at: 7/21/05 22:41

[Paladia Entonei]

Paladia watched with grim confusion as Erian took the hit and crumpled to the ground. Thinking perhaps he was ill, or maybe a citizen, her chest clenched with guilt. No way that a person who was a threat to her would have taken that arrow in the leg. Meaning to move forward, Paladia's heart jumped to her throat.

She had been too distracted by her confusion of Erian's fall to pay close enough attention to her surroundings, and because of that, it may have cost her her life. The hand closed around her throat, constricting her breathing painfully as fear and despair washed over the elf.

"Drop the bow!" a male commanded, but Paladia did not comply. She new better than to openly fight this man, for as a male human, Pally suspected he would surely best her in close hand combat. Still, the archer would not discard her bow which was now her only weapon, having left the dagger in the woods. That decision had come to slap her in the face for her weakness, Pally noted, and she realized now that guilt aids no one. The elven woman tensed, standing defiantly alongside her captor, but did not fight against his grasp. She would save herself at a more appropriate time.

~~~

The men upstairs watched helplessly, their faces pale with wonder, as Terra made quick work of their now less than headstrong companion. The five men inside looked at each other, short swords in hand, just as Dominics almost beastial cry echoed in their ears. "Come on!" shouted one, moving for the cellar stairs, "If we don't go down there and Radirez survives, he'll have our hides... and then some!" Realizing the truth of the statement, the four of the mercenaries crowded down the stairs while the last quietly slipped up into the top level loft that Dominic had said would be there.

Dominic came in on Radirez and his eyes flared wide as the crossbow bolt struck hard in his left shoulder. Fortunately for the big man, he was just that. Big. The mass of muscle around his shoulder and bicep helped hinder the long-term damage of the bolt and for the time being, it would only slow him and make him more angry. Not skipping a step, Dom's right hand flashed down and scooped Radirez up by the throat, easilly lifting the man into the air. His face flushed with rage, the sailor swiftly thrust his hand and opponent's head into the nearby wall.

The four mercenaries watched in horror as Dominic overpowered their leader and each silently ammended to themself that they would not take the sailor on if possible. Isaraldor having slipped from sight, this left only Illix as a vulnerable opponent. Each man deviously eyed the woman's frame and charged in on her, the small space forcing them into a line just as Terra rounded into sight.

Edited by: Paladia Entonei  at: 7/25/05 2:20

[Shan Gutarus]

For the most part no, we are not armed. From what I see, we are a small boy, a SINGLE warrior, myself whom none of you know, a cat, and an elderly couple.

Pellegra smiled visibly at Theadras' misconception and she passed a glance over to Herald to see if he noticed.

Now personally, I have no idea what is going on around here. I arrived in Nepris today, and was searching for my friend, Dom, when I ended up here drinking tea and eating spicecakes, which are delicious by the way, and being told about an impending war. Now i would love to help a woman as radiant and generous as yourself, but first I would like some details, and at some point I would like to speak with Dom.

Pellegra nodded kindly, both in recognition for the sailor's kind words and his wish to speak with Dom. "Yes yes, you can speak to Dom soon enough, I'm sure--"

"Assuming of course that shoulder of his doesn't slow him down too much," came a raspy voice from the door. Shan shot up, alarmed that, even with his profoundly superior hearing, had not heard the old woman, older still than Pellegra, approach the door. Rose was hunched over an equally gnarled cane, leaning against the door frame. Her fair face was wrinkled while thin, wirey hair the color of midwinter-fallen snow was tied back in a tight bun. "No need to worry, Pellegra, Mimi's at my own house. Sleeping, she is."

Rose shuffled into the cottage, Pellegra smiling as the woman who must have been in her mid seventies made herself at home by serving a cup of tea for herself. Shanvorin got out of the way as the old woman moved towards him, not batting an eye at the docile shingar. Standing at the table, Rose cast a long stare over everybody that sat there, just her presence giving the cottage a queer feeling.

"Rose, what brings you here, then?" Pellegra asked quietly, taking a sip of her tea.

Rose cleared her throat and coughed a few times, a pained expression passing over ancient features that made Pellegra look like she was forty. "I came meaning to ask you about tomorrows feast, but found myself overhearing a less than festive conversation. I tell you now that justice will be found in Nepris, at a price, but found nevertheless. I can only hope that the foul spirit of our town is not shared with the winds, for Dominic," she continued, nodding towards Thaedras, "sails tomorrow evening and I do wish him a safe voyage."

Shan tensed on the floor, his ears folded back against his head and the fur upon his heavilly muscled shoulders stood up slightly. He did not distrust Rose, a woman so old that he feared that her bones would crack with every step, but there was something about her. A feeling he couldn't place but wanted to get rid of.

"But there are other matters to be attended to," she began, her voice taking on a more light tone, and Rose produced a tiny parcel from the apron she wore around her waist. "Cole, you're friends with the shop-girl in town, aren't you, lad?" The young boy flushed suddenly, and nodded quietly but respectfully. "Excellent," Rose continued, placing the parcel gently on the side of the table. "I want you boys to take this down to her, Cole will show you the way. And I mean all of you," instructed the old woman, pointing an arthritic finger around the table, "So that to leave me and Pellegra to do things for old women."

[Erián'melór]

Erian stared in shock at the blood that was slowly staining his violet robe. The crimson flow held the essence of his being, and he desired nothing more than to be free of this earthly existence. His broken spirit longed to leave his injured body and soar through the sky as he searched for the soul of his lost love. There had been another time in his life when blood had soaked his robe, and his delirious mind relived that moment as his body twisted in agony...

The blade slowed as it sliced across her fair throat. Even time itself had slowed and only Erian moved at a normal speed. The first drop of blood flew from the gaping wound and landed on the robe of the Injerin bard. A second drop soon followed as the flow of blood became a raging river. Her blood soaked him as it mixed with the tears that were streaming down his face. The malicious grin of the bandit leader mocked him as the villan shoved the lifeless body of Erian's wife onto the kneeling elf. Rough hands seized him as a rope was strung around his neck. Erian tried to scream but no sound could escape his lips, and he was a prisoner in his own body as his limbs refused to respond to his mental commands. The rope slowly constricted as Erian was hanged from a massive oak. It was draining the elf of his very life, and he welcomed death with open arms as his mind slowly shut down...

Erian Melor~The spark of life rests upon the edge of a knife.
~Elf Age Calculator
~Measures Converter

[Darien Gulath]

Darién dragged her from the battlefield into the forests, Where they disappeared from the other people’s sight. His grasp grew more tight as he was angry at the woman for not dropping her weapon. But he wasn’t concerned, Paladia wasn’t capable of inflicting damage on him with the bow. Her arrows where the danger now and he would certainly not be caught by surprise now. It was just him and her, And if she tried anything he could squeeze the breath out of her until she died or… like he had done before… Brake the now oh so fragile looking neck of hers…
The elf-woman was slightly taller then him and her long red with a tint of strawberry blond hairs waved trough Darién’s face. She wasn’t heavy to drag at all, Darién could feel her slender, strong yet womanly soft and appealing body pressing slightly against him. A lovely but deadly woman; He had met so few of those. Kiseria flashed trough his mind, The kind of woman he loved yet untouchable.

He floored her down upon the ground keeping his hand on her throat, Yet he released his grip to let the woman catch a breath and to show some mercy. This had been easier then he thought. Like a shadow he had marched upon the field and he disappeared within the same moments with a captive,.. He wondered if anyone had seen him, Or if they would miss this woman.

In a kneeled position keeping his right knee on Paladia’s bow wrist to prevent her from slapping him with it and his left hand on the woman’s throat still acting gently… He pierced the woman’s eyes with his own trying to read Paladia’s emotion. What was going on in her little head? Was she panicking already? Or maybe provoking him?
So this was the archer that took out Zerigron?… This woman;… Who seemed so helpless at the moment was responsible for taking out one of Areytuk’s best men. An archer responsible for “dozens” of dead men. Darién looked down upon her as if he was her father teaching her a lesson, Or maybe a king who was displeased with one of her minions together with the cocky attitude that shows on Darién’s face when he totally owns his opponent yet with a slight remorse and sorrow in having to do what he had to do now… A beautiful woman who was waging her own war with her fellow companions against Areytuk’s force. He recognised her,… being the centre of group with a big Shingar Cat at her side… She and the cat where the main reason that this war was brewing between the two party’s. It was the ignition to something far greater… Nepris was in the iron grasp of Areytuk and all these strong warriors where now bound to one and another when Darién and Bolthor kidnapped the mage.
“And now he had to kill her, And take the lifeless corpse towards Areytuk”.

Darién stood up and faced over Paladia; He grasped one of his War Swords from his back but did not gave any intension of slicing it down upon her. He awaited until she had her full breath back so she could speak. Darién didn’t spoke. Why was it not appealing to kill her? Was it because the woman processed something, Maybe the twinkle in her eyes or the way she looked or was, The fact that she was a skilled killer just like him? Or because Darién was in need of a new ally, Since he was almost sure that he screwed up his favour with the big boss. He watched over his shoulder beyond the tree’s and saw the massacre. Dead bodies on the roof and around the house. Did it matter that much to him? These few pieces of gold,… Endless dangers and the risk of obtaining another (maybe fatal?) injury upon him?…

Darién was in a fortunate mood for Paladia’s sake because he hadn’t killed her yet. But if she tried anything,…. To scream, Or try to attack he would surely not hesitate to shift down the warsword with such an incredible speed that she would lose a limb…

To break the tension he started to talk;
Who are you? And why are you and only a few others trying to face it up against Areytuk’s guild? Can’t you see that it has no use? Even if you kill all his men here;.. Then you are still a long shot away from defeating his full capability... Areytuk is a man with connections, And now that he has started this little guerrilla war ; …. You have all crushed your final odds on leaving Nepris alive... His personal champion Bolthor has yet to face the fray,… Not even to mention Areytuk himself. All of his men fear him for innumerable reasons….

Darién spoke dead-calm; As if there wasn’t a big fight going on behind his back…
He wanted to get some insight on this woman. What was she thinking?

Edited by: Darien Gulath at: 7/25/05 22:08

[Darien Gulath]

His throat was squeezed tightly and he couldn’t breathe. His one evil eye stared towards Dominic with fear and anger. His tender skin sticked towards the palm of Dominic’s hand and it burned Radirez. The man was a towering ferocious force almost comparable with Bolthor and it was mad. The arrow hadn’t proven to be reliable and even tough Radirez had battled him with any means possible he was still losing from the berserker. His head collapsed against the wall from behind; and a the part of cloth wrapped around the back of his head turned red. A thin line of blood circled down the wall on his armour. Radirez looked like a demon with his deformed face and expressions of anger and fear. His evil eye searched the room panicking… His men! Yes his men!, They had arrived…. Do Something! Kill them! Yet to his surprise all of the men charged in on the woman instead of aiding him. Radirez’s attempts where to release Dominic’s grip by trying to pull his fingers from his throat. As Radirez’s started to daze he turned mad in a raging and stubborn attempt to whack his opponent with his iron gloves on the muscled arms to inflict such pain that he “had to” release. This wasn’t over yet! If his men wouldn’t help he would kill the guy himself! He was like a beast trapped in a corner.

[Warrior Kaelan]

Kaelan stands at the mere mention of doing something other than sitting here "enjoying" tea with a few old ladies. Even though only a few hours have passed, his blades are again eager. Still, this sounds more like a cheap escort, but still, it is promising. After all, trouble could be that way, and right now, trouble sounds like an amusing prospect.

He pushes his shoulders back and around, limbering them, but stops rather suddenly as Paladia's mark reminded him of itself. He winces but lightly, and tries the stretch again, this time intentionally passing through the painful motion with increased force. He relaxes into an at attention stance, content that the motion is painful, but bearable, and certainly still possible.

Why do you ask?

[Paladia Entonei]

((Nice to see Kiseria thrown in there ^^))

Paladia's training seemed to have saved her, for as her steely gaze matched his, unwavering, the opponent seemed to ease up. As he stood, a plan slowly started forming in her mind. The elf could only pray to the All Mother that this horrible man would be so ignorant as to underestimate her speed.

"Who are you? And why are you and only a few others trying to face it up against Areytuk’s guild? Can’t you see that it has no use? Even if you kill all his men here;.. Then you are still a long shot away from defeating his full capability... Areytuk is a man with connections, And now that he has started this little guerrilla war ; …. You have all crushed your final odds on leaving Nepris alive... His personal champion Bolthor has yet to face the fray,… Not even to mention Areytuk himself. All of his men fear him for innumerable reasons…."

The elf remained silent for a long moment, considering her options and responses. She was at no risk of betrayal to speak truthfully, for there was nobody but herself to betray. And so, should she be found in a lie, Paladia did not doubt Darien's swiftness to end her life.

"I wish nothing for this Areytuk you speak of. He is nothing to me. His own affairs seem to have intruded upon my own, and for that, I work to progress my own gain. I care nothing of this guild nor this war you speak of."

Paladia's own tone matched the emotion of her captors, twitch for twitch, tone for tone. Her cold, warrior's eyes stared up at him, the green orbs unfeeling and unseeing. Still, Pally found herself feeling for her own position and his, organizing some quick strikes should his reply turn hostile.

[Illix]

Illix headed for the open celler but stopped , seeing that not only was the situation in there under control for the moment, but she'd gotten herself a welcome wagon of four angry men. Illix welcomed some more combat, her fight with Burton hadn't nearly been challenging enough to even be called a skirmish. However, four to one weren't her favorite odds in the world, so she decided to play to these men's sense of cowardice- it was clear they weren't exactly the bravest souls on the battlefeild since they'd only shown up just now and were attacking what they assumed to be a mere woman. Pity they didn't know Illix was most likely the most dangerous one there... but they would.

Illix turned to face the approaching group with her sword in one hand and Darien's dagger in the other, and she held up the latter for them to see. "Do you see this? This is the dagger of Darien Gulath, which I removed from his person after single handedly defeating him. If any of you want to live you'll be wise to surrender now."

Here I go, playing the Hero again...

[Darien Gulath]

"I wish nothing for this Areytuk you speak of. He is nothing to me. His own affairs seem to have intruded upon my own, and for that, I work to progress my own gain. I care nothing of this guild nor this war you speak of."

Darién wasn’t a word wiser. She had told him exactly what he knew already. And what was he supposed to do now? Kill this woman? She was so vulnerable lying there; This woman wielding such skill in archery, slaughtered half of the men on their base. She had turned the very roles of Radirez’s force against them. They had to be caught by surprise but instead they caught them by surprise,.. And now they where winning. Well,…for the time being. A battle could be won but eventually the war would be lost, Unless,…. He switched sides. He knew Areytuk’s hideout and he also knew his men, Their tactics and many things more of importance. Of course none of this would be done out of charity. No Darién simply used the odds in his favour to achieve his desired reward. And why would he want to earn his money from his highly unreliable (especially now, when the word goes about Darién’s betrayal) “friend” when he could just collect it from the lifeless body of his old companion…..
These people would prove to be nothing more then simple puppets in the end played by Darién. Darién could build trust easily when he would enter the fray and started slaughtering his own men.

I can tell you where Areytuk is. He spoke towards the woman on the ground. In fact,… I am the key to his defeat.

And Darién knew that with his knowledge the odds of his previously assigned targets would highly increase. And with that said he offered Paladia his hand so she could crawl back up.

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