Leaving the fallen wolfman in Orion's care, the trip to Lucas and Dennison took forever. The cool drizzle turned into all out rain that washed the whole left side of his armor in copper. Off ahead, crossing the bridge now, he could see the witch and her helper making their escape; black silhouettes shrouded by droplets of water. He used his free hand to pull his hair back and out of his face, now wishing that he had worn his helmet. The water would feel good if it wasn't so cold.
He reached Lucas and looked down at the cuffs used to trap the assassin's wrists behind his back. They looked to him like something a torturer would use, locking a man's hands down so he couldn't fight back. He didn't think about how ingenious or useful the things were, only that they weren't his way and therefore were tools of doubtful morality. A fighter would rather go down with glory than end up helpless and shackled the way Dennison now was. In a sense, he feared being in Dennison's position more than death. Especially considering where he was going.
Maybe the judges would have mercy on him... Or maybe he was already dead.
He leaned over, preferring to bend at the knees, and helped Lucas hold the unconscious assassin up with one hand under his shoulder and another sizeable grunt of painful effort. He couldn't carry him alone either, but together they could get him back to Camulous' horse.
Anticipating questions that might be asked, he spoke up. "Forget the witch, she's probably dead anyway." Secretly he hoped and suspected this was not the case. He felt sorry for the woman and all that she'd been put through. Witch or not, she couldn't even fight back for herself. The corruption in her soul made her the victim. "If not we'll find her later. We have the wolfman." He grunted and took another step. "And this one."
Other guardsmen began to arrive. Two of them jogged up from Orion's direction, probably hearing of the fight from some honest citizens. They both had crossbows, which would have been useful earlier. Seeing Camulous and Lucas carrying the body, they ran up and offered to help, much to the captain's relief. When one of them asked how badly he was hurt, he brushed off the question with a shake of his head and some muttering.
"Just get him to Justice Hall."
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Camulous Smithson
- Guardsman
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- Name: Camulous Smithson
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Kamar Deythal
- Citizen
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- Name: Kamar Deythal
- Race: Half-elf
Kamar was nothing more than a large sack of grain for the next several moments. He finally came back to reality as he was hoisted onto the back of Camulous' horse.
His breath was forced from his lungs as he landed roughly on the back of the horse, and it was a few seconds before he could get his next breath. He kept his eyes closed, since he could feel something around his wrists which was keeping them bound together. As the horse started moving, he chanced a look down with a barely opened eye at his hands, which hung over his head. Metal manacles were on his wrists, keeping them pinioned together, and he smiled slightly to himself.
Ingenius, really, Kamar thought to himself. He had seen the type before, even practiced getting them off once or twice. He knew he could get them off again, given enough time.
But will I get the time? he thought. They will likely take me to Justice Hall.
Kamar had been by the massive Justice Hall a few times in his travels, but never inside. This was an opportunity, as well as an inconvenience. Unless there was some barrier that did not allow his magic to work, he could be back out of the Hall within hours.
Of course, even if there is something that denies magic, he thought, there are more mundane ways of leaving.
The evil grin that fought to cross Kamar's face was only denied by his iron will.
Let them think I am unconcious for a little longer. The surprise when one of them dies will be all the better for it!
His breath was forced from his lungs as he landed roughly on the back of the horse, and it was a few seconds before he could get his next breath. He kept his eyes closed, since he could feel something around his wrists which was keeping them bound together. As the horse started moving, he chanced a look down with a barely opened eye at his hands, which hung over his head. Metal manacles were on his wrists, keeping them pinioned together, and he smiled slightly to himself.
Ingenius, really, Kamar thought to himself. He had seen the type before, even practiced getting them off once or twice. He knew he could get them off again, given enough time.
But will I get the time? he thought. They will likely take me to Justice Hall.
Kamar had been by the massive Justice Hall a few times in his travels, but never inside. This was an opportunity, as well as an inconvenience. Unless there was some barrier that did not allow his magic to work, he could be back out of the Hall within hours.
Of course, even if there is something that denies magic, he thought, there are more mundane ways of leaving.
The evil grin that fought to cross Kamar's face was only denied by his iron will.
Let them think I am unconcious for a little longer. The surprise when one of them dies will be all the better for it!
You’re gonna find out you’re already dead, and I was the world coming down on your head.
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Lanya Caliope
- Fugitive
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She didn't know why, but his mumbled encouragement actually amused her. She bubbled up with laughter, her body shaking as the hilarity of it all settled upon her psyche and came to rest in the palm of her hands, along with her little bird. She even stumbled a bit, as the laughter overtook her frame for a few moments and she was lost in the momentary joy of finding humor in the situation.
Hope. Ah, hope. She had to remember that. Wasn't that what drove her ever closer to the forest, and farther away from a potential healing?
The bridge was a nightmare to cross, one-legged and hopping along on the slippery stones, but they managed. Escape, at last! No possessions, no instruments to use for profitable entertainment, and several bruises and injuries, but at least she was free, and seemed to finally be in the company of someone sensible. Even logical. Though still male.
Now the problem came to where to go.
"I don't know about you, but I don't have a camp setup out in the woods. I hope you know where you're going, because I have no idea anymore."
In the back of her mind, an uneasiness rose as she took stock of the situation. Being led out of an unfamiliar town, to an even more unfamiliar woods, with a male stranger she wasn't sure she could fully trust. She had no choice but to hope he was decent. Because as soon as they stopped and made grass beds, or whatever the plan was, she would be asleep.
Hope. Ah, hope. She had to remember that. Wasn't that what drove her ever closer to the forest, and farther away from a potential healing?
The bridge was a nightmare to cross, one-legged and hopping along on the slippery stones, but they managed. Escape, at last! No possessions, no instruments to use for profitable entertainment, and several bruises and injuries, but at least she was free, and seemed to finally be in the company of someone sensible. Even logical. Though still male.
Now the problem came to where to go.
"I don't know about you, but I don't have a camp setup out in the woods. I hope you know where you're going, because I have no idea anymore."
In the back of her mind, an uneasiness rose as she took stock of the situation. Being led out of an unfamiliar town, to an even more unfamiliar woods, with a male stranger she wasn't sure she could fully trust. She had no choice but to hope he was decent. Because as soon as they stopped and made grass beds, or whatever the plan was, she would be asleep.
Wolfhound came to slowly, a grogginess swept over him, stopping him from thinking clearly for a few moments. He groaned, moving his hands up to rub his face. He froze, a wash of realisation swept through him. He bolted to his feet before his shoulders sagged as he saw three armed men guarding him. At this range not even his superior speed would keep him from death.
Falling back to the floor he tried to reach out to his wolves, but in such a dense area of town, they would not come to his aid. Too dangerous. I understand, my brothers, compensate then, by finding Lanya, keep her safe, protect her. She is with a friend.
he looked up to the guards, a snarl on his face. "you..." a wrack of coughing ensued, the force applied to his neck had damaged his voice box, makinig it hard to speak and his voice horse. "You...stop me from protecting an innocent from a murdurous scum asassin. You better have him as well...if he escaped, lays his hands on Lanya, you guards will know my wrath like no other!" What would have been an intimidating speech was ruined when he was forced to double over in a coughing spasam, his hands desperatly trying to sooth his throat.
Falling back to the floor he tried to reach out to his wolves, but in such a dense area of town, they would not come to his aid. Too dangerous. I understand, my brothers, compensate then, by finding Lanya, keep her safe, protect her. She is with a friend.
he looked up to the guards, a snarl on his face. "you..." a wrack of coughing ensued, the force applied to his neck had damaged his voice box, makinig it hard to speak and his voice horse. "You...stop me from protecting an innocent from a murdurous scum asassin. You better have him as well...if he escaped, lays his hands on Lanya, you guards will know my wrath like no other!" What would have been an intimidating speech was ruined when he was forced to double over in a coughing spasam, his hands desperatly trying to sooth his throat.
She laughed, he could feel that, and it made him a little more at ease. Whether or not she was laughing at what he said or laughing just because, he didn't care. Laughter meant she was conscious and thinking, which he needed her to be as they veered off of the road and into the wood.
The brush was thick and difficult to fight through at first, but once they got away from the edge it thinned out sufficiently to allow moderately easy passage. At least, from Lucian's perspective. The only difficulty was in the dim light, as the combination of thick forest and impenetrable clouds left very little illumination in this place.
She said something, but he glanced at her face only in time to catch the words, "... know where you're going, because I have no idea anymore."
The gypsy didn't respond or offer any assurance. He had already said more today than he had said in the previous five months combined. He would know shelter when they came to it. Until then, they would have to keep walking.
He could feel himself grow a little more comfortable, but not as much as he usually did in the forest. This place- it felt very old to him. The old woods were always the most dangerous and unpredictable. Surviving forests of the Cataclysm, when Pal Tahrenor was forever marred by a merging with the astral plane, were dark and evil places- twisted from the ways of the old world, from the spirit of the earth.
Magics of other planes did not belong here, tainting what they were never meant to be a part of. It made Lucian alternatively uneasy and angry to think of it as he glanced briefly upward, scanning the dark tree boughs.
They were both thoroughly soaked now. Large, concentrated droplets falling from where they had pooled on tree leaves high above splattered loudly on the ground and on them as Lucian struggled to help the woman over a large fallen tree. In the process of doing so he noticed that, even in spite of all of what had happened, her hazel eyes retained a kind of resilience that gave Lucian pause, and he then for the first time looked at her.
She was lovely.
But Lucian put that from his head just a quickly as it appeared. This was no time or circumstance for anything of even remotely that nature. Moreover, romance was never something that had held much interest for the deaf gypsy past adolescence. In everything he had seen, it took more than it could ever give.
And emotion was not something that Lucian had a lot to give.
The rain persisted, and the moved deeper into the wood.
((OOC: Lucian and Lanya are officially in the woods now, and that is where their RP will continue. ))
The brush was thick and difficult to fight through at first, but once they got away from the edge it thinned out sufficiently to allow moderately easy passage. At least, from Lucian's perspective. The only difficulty was in the dim light, as the combination of thick forest and impenetrable clouds left very little illumination in this place.
She said something, but he glanced at her face only in time to catch the words, "... know where you're going, because I have no idea anymore."
The gypsy didn't respond or offer any assurance. He had already said more today than he had said in the previous five months combined. He would know shelter when they came to it. Until then, they would have to keep walking.
He could feel himself grow a little more comfortable, but not as much as he usually did in the forest. This place- it felt very old to him. The old woods were always the most dangerous and unpredictable. Surviving forests of the Cataclysm, when Pal Tahrenor was forever marred by a merging with the astral plane, were dark and evil places- twisted from the ways of the old world, from the spirit of the earth.
Magics of other planes did not belong here, tainting what they were never meant to be a part of. It made Lucian alternatively uneasy and angry to think of it as he glanced briefly upward, scanning the dark tree boughs.
They were both thoroughly soaked now. Large, concentrated droplets falling from where they had pooled on tree leaves high above splattered loudly on the ground and on them as Lucian struggled to help the woman over a large fallen tree. In the process of doing so he noticed that, even in spite of all of what had happened, her hazel eyes retained a kind of resilience that gave Lucian pause, and he then for the first time looked at her.
She was lovely.
But Lucian put that from his head just a quickly as it appeared. This was no time or circumstance for anything of even remotely that nature. Moreover, romance was never something that had held much interest for the deaf gypsy past adolescence. In everything he had seen, it took more than it could ever give.
And emotion was not something that Lucian had a lot to give.
The rain persisted, and the moved deeper into the wood.
((OOC: Lucian and Lanya are officially in the woods now, and that is where their RP will continue. ))
Yar, says I.
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Lucas Hild
- Battlemage
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With Camulous aiding him, it was relatively easy to lift Kamar onto the one horse. He wasted little time beyond that. With years of experience behind him, he was not one to be lulled into a false sense of security. His job was not done until the perpetrator was inside the walls of the justice hall. Until then any number of things could happen and he did not like to leave anything to chance.
At this point he might even seem a little bit hurried as he prepared to take the horse and leave all else behind, though ideally he would have Camulous assist him. Two sets of eyes were better than one, especially if this one had any partners who may try to help him.
Something that Camulous had said pricked his ear though. Witch? He hoped for both their sakes that the captain was speaking figuratively. The notion of letting an unfettered witch loose on the countryside set him on edge. He decided against inquiring further into the matter. For now, Dennison was captured and only after he was in the justice hall could they lick their wounds and pat themselves on the back.
"Right." He said to Camulous. "Justice Hall. No stopping or talking. No distractions. Whatever happens that does not concern him is someone else's problem." He gestured to Kamar. He had lost a prisoner before on the way to the hall once before and he was not about to do it again. It was critical that they stay focused on the task.
At this point he might even seem a little bit hurried as he prepared to take the horse and leave all else behind, though ideally he would have Camulous assist him. Two sets of eyes were better than one, especially if this one had any partners who may try to help him.
Something that Camulous had said pricked his ear though. Witch? He hoped for both their sakes that the captain was speaking figuratively. The notion of letting an unfettered witch loose on the countryside set him on edge. He decided against inquiring further into the matter. For now, Dennison was captured and only after he was in the justice hall could they lick their wounds and pat themselves on the back.
"Right." He said to Camulous. "Justice Hall. No stopping or talking. No distractions. Whatever happens that does not concern him is someone else's problem." He gestured to Kamar. He had lost a prisoner before on the way to the hall once before and he was not about to do it again. It was critical that they stay focused on the task.
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Camulous Smithson
- Guardsman
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- Joined: Fri Jun 24, 2005 12:59 am
- Name: Camulous Smithson
- Race: Human
Lucas' dedication and presence of mind surprised the captain. He was ready to let the two guardsmen take Kamar off alone without another thought. Perhaps it was because he trusted his men, he had faith in his men to do their jobs. They were good men, and he would trust them with his life. Besides, his hands were clamped together and he was unconscious.
Still, Lucas' caution was not unfounded. Arresting individuals capable of god knows what powers were his domain, and on brief consideration Camulous decided to let the professional call the shots. With a stab wound in his side, the rain pouring down, and a long day of nothing but stress and effort behind him, he was singing a different tune and willing to give Lucas some command over his men.
The wolfman woke up and caught Cam's attention when he started uttering threats again. It was grating on the captain by this point. He wanted to hit the man, but he was in no condition to fight. He wanted to shoot him, but he didn't have his gun (not to mention the rain).
"Shut up!" He blurted at wolfhound. He wanted none of it. Then, after a few more steps with his hand trying to stem the flow of blood from his side: "Take him along."
Throwing the wolfman in with the assassin was not a typical decision for him but he couldn't watch them both, and got the distinct impression that it would be best to play things ultra safe.
He shut his eyes. The world was starting to spin. His armor weighed twice as much as it should. Justice Hall was only a few minutes away, so he started walking.
Still, Lucas' caution was not unfounded. Arresting individuals capable of god knows what powers were his domain, and on brief consideration Camulous decided to let the professional call the shots. With a stab wound in his side, the rain pouring down, and a long day of nothing but stress and effort behind him, he was singing a different tune and willing to give Lucas some command over his men.
The wolfman woke up and caught Cam's attention when he started uttering threats again. It was grating on the captain by this point. He wanted to hit the man, but he was in no condition to fight. He wanted to shoot him, but he didn't have his gun (not to mention the rain).
"Shut up!" He blurted at wolfhound. He wanted none of it. Then, after a few more steps with his hand trying to stem the flow of blood from his side: "Take him along."
Throwing the wolfman in with the assassin was not a typical decision for him but he couldn't watch them both, and got the distinct impression that it would be best to play things ultra safe.
He shut his eyes. The world was starting to spin. His armor weighed twice as much as it should. Justice Hall was only a few minutes away, so he started walking.
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Kamar Deythal
- Citizen
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- Name: Kamar Deythal
- Race: Half-elf
Kamar remained still, feigning unconsciousness, rain running across his face. His oiled cloak kept most of it off him, but some still made it's way into his nostrils.
Having nothing much to do but wait, Kamar thought for a few moments.
Lanya had gotten away, again. Failure was never an option where an assassin was concerned. This woman was lucky. It was implausible how many people would wish to help a young woman with obviously powerful assailants after her, especially in such a dark and foreboding region as Thar Shaddin. Perhaps even here, there was more good than not.
Kamar mentally shrugged the thought off, moving back to more prudent thinking. He had been around Justice Hall before, and now was as good a time as any to scout out the inside as well. It might be handy to know a few escape routes, or little known entrances. He wasn't worried that being inside may suppress his magic in some way. Used to dealing with certain matters without his relatively minor magical abilities, Kamar was confident in his ability to escape from even the daunting confines of the Justice Hall.
The horse drew to a stop. It would soon be time to find out.
Having nothing much to do but wait, Kamar thought for a few moments.
Lanya had gotten away, again. Failure was never an option where an assassin was concerned. This woman was lucky. It was implausible how many people would wish to help a young woman with obviously powerful assailants after her, especially in such a dark and foreboding region as Thar Shaddin. Perhaps even here, there was more good than not.
Kamar mentally shrugged the thought off, moving back to more prudent thinking. He had been around Justice Hall before, and now was as good a time as any to scout out the inside as well. It might be handy to know a few escape routes, or little known entrances. He wasn't worried that being inside may suppress his magic in some way. Used to dealing with certain matters without his relatively minor magical abilities, Kamar was confident in his ability to escape from even the daunting confines of the Justice Hall.
The horse drew to a stop. It would soon be time to find out.
You’re gonna find out you’re already dead, and I was the world coming down on your head.
\Wolfhound growled at the one of the guards when he stepped forward, being part wolf, he had a large ego, and a sense of pride, even in defeat. "I'll get my self in". Once in he sat, watching the apparently still Kamar. Thoughts of killing the assassin drifted through his mind, but he held back. Killing him now would only make Wolfhound's escape later much harder.
As the cart drew to a stop he drew himself up, teeth bared, the more dangerous he made himself look, the more guards might stay away from him, he hoped making getting out of his cell easier if they were afraid to go near him.
As the cart drew to a stop he drew himself up, teeth bared, the more dangerous he made himself look, the more guards might stay away from him, he hoped making getting out of his cell easier if they were afraid to go near him.
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Lucas Hild
- Battlemage
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The stone facade of the justice hall began to loom before them behind several downtown buildings on main street. They still had several blocks to go before they would be entering its austere doors.
Lucas found his usual vigilance difficult to uphold with the wound in his leg shrieking at him with every step. He was limping but trying not to look as if he were. Between that and an intense desire to see Kamar properly dealt with he had not even noticed that Camulous was wounded.
He thought his senses were playing tricks on him. He would think one moment, he suspected Kamar to be awake and the next he was convinced he was out cold. One thing was certain, he would be glad when this was over with.
Lucas found his usual vigilance difficult to uphold with the wound in his leg shrieking at him with every step. He was limping but trying not to look as if he were. Between that and an intense desire to see Kamar properly dealt with he had not even noticed that Camulous was wounded.
He thought his senses were playing tricks on him. He would think one moment, he suspected Kamar to be awake and the next he was convinced he was out cold. One thing was certain, he would be glad when this was over with.
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Camulous Smithson
- Guardsman
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- Joined: Fri Jun 24, 2005 12:59 am
- Name: Camulous Smithson
- Race: Human
Time on the move passed strangely for Camulous. He looked up at the sky and saw purple clouds aflutter with spots of lightning. They made no sound, no thunder, just a light show up high for the little people down below to watch. The rain felt good on his face now that he was so wet he didn't care anymore...
When he looked back down to the road Justice Hall was looming right before them. Sufficed to say he was being anything but vigilant. He found it difficult to think. When he reminded himself to focus on his duties, he forgot what he was reminding himself of in the middle of it only to be carried off by the horse's hoofbeats and the sound of the rain.
It was hard to see how much blood was leaking out. The coppery stain on his armor could be anything, and the trail he was leaving behind him washed away immediately. By this point he knew it was bad though. He had to get out of his armor and see a healer or he would be dead in less than an hour.
They stopped in front of the hall and he decided to keep watch and say nothing. There were healers in Justice Hall but he would rather be treated by anyone else.
(( Continued in Scamper: http://www.tharshaddin.com/rp/viewtopic.php?f=12&t=516 ))
When he looked back down to the road Justice Hall was looming right before them. Sufficed to say he was being anything but vigilant. He found it difficult to think. When he reminded himself to focus on his duties, he forgot what he was reminding himself of in the middle of it only to be carried off by the horse's hoofbeats and the sound of the rain.
It was hard to see how much blood was leaking out. The coppery stain on his armor could be anything, and the trail he was leaving behind him washed away immediately. By this point he knew it was bad though. He had to get out of his armor and see a healer or he would be dead in less than an hour.
They stopped in front of the hall and he decided to keep watch and say nothing. There were healers in Justice Hall but he would rather be treated by anyone else.
(( Continued in Scamper: http://www.tharshaddin.com/rp/viewtopic.php?f=12&t=516 ))