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Roland Gilliad

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Roland Gilliad: As i stepped into the town of Brimston the thoughts of the past months events Rush over my mind, the Murder in my home town, my father gone missing and my mother has turned to the Heratics ..... i still wond what has befallen my father and i have now found out that his murderer is somewhere in town although i have lived in this country my whole life i feel i have just entered a bold new world.....
 
Vixen pulled her woolen cloak about her slender shoulders trying to keep warm. She looked up to see a strange man coming into town. She noticed because this place... well... it was home to a certain class of people. Murderers, theives and whores. She herself had had to use her body several times just to stay alive here. She needed to get out she knew... but there where others worse off than her. She had learnt several trades here. None she could use to get a decent job, but plenty of talent in the staying alive department. She did her best to hide her natural beauty. It didn't pay to look too pretty here. Her long silky dark hair was pulled away from her face tightly weaved into a plait that ran down her back. She left her face smudge with grime but it did little to hide the fact that her skin was smooth and unblemished, her large brown eyes warm and seductive. Her slender figure was dressed in breeches that where too big, too baggy. Leather boots covered her dainty feet and an oversized shirt hid her full breasts from view. She sighed trudging onwards stopping before the man.

"What brings you to this place stranger?" She smiles softly taking the bite out of her rude question.
 
Roland: as i lokked at the young lady i could see that she was hiding somthing... somthing about her manner in that particular question had tipped me off... i think it would be wise to allign with a talented and unique individual like her... i must find a way...

" i have been summoned here by some one named Mikba.. do you know him?"

perfect.. i have the name i am serching for right in front of her the question is whether she will make the right move or not....
 
He heard the name and was intrigued. He got out of the corner and pulled on his hood shielding his eyes from the harsh light of the room.

"What do you want with him stranger?" he said stepping up with an eerie silence.
 
Vixen was about to answer when a man heavily cloaked stood with eerie silence and questioned the stranger. She gasped... it wasn't so unusual to see someone diguised... most people who lived here did, but something about his manner.

She turned to the stranger. She did the sensible thing, "I don't know him... but I'm sure I could find someone who does... but the man..." she nods at the cloaked figure... "asks a pertinent question" Her fingers grip her dagger handle tight under her cloak. She was a fair assassin, it was a well paid job. She had knives hidden all over her body. It was a damn hard thing for her to learn being as her body was so feminely curved. Men had a much easier time of hiding weapons, but her training had been good and the surprise people experienced when she revealed her surprises... well... let's just leave it as said they never had a chance to learn from their mistake...

Vixen eyed up the cloaked man, she thought she recognised him at first. But she had to be wrong. The man he reminded her of was most certainly dead. She looked back at the stranger her dark brown eyes encouraging him to answer their question...
 
I had been following this stranger for several miles sizing him up. He certainly was new here. I almost pitied him! He would be eaten alive in this town. He tried to hide the bag of coins under his cloak, but trained eyes and ears found the bulge immediately, being a master thief was essential in this world. I had been training so many lately that I had to get away. I was on my way to Brimston when I saw this man traveling from the hills.
He never knew I was there...just the way I planned it.
I stood outside the city behind a grove of trees. I saw him begin to conversate with a lady...could it be...no...it was Vixen...the lights from the fire confused me at first but there was no mistaking that hair and her body language. I couldn't here the conversation but they both became very tense as a hooded stranger appeared from there right. I could tell Vixen had her hand on her dagger...she was one of the best. I crept forward unnoticed and leaned against the city wall...
"He asks a good question?" I heard her voice, memories began to flood my mind...I snapped back to reality .
I edged closer to the gate and peeked my eye around...good still unnoticed.
 
Vixen sensed someone else nearby... she looked up... frowning at the darkened city wall... she didn't see anyone... strange... she wasn't usually wrong... she shrugged off the feeling and relaxed her stance a little, loosening up her body preparing for the unexpected should it happen...

[Edited by Moneytalks on 07-02-2000 at 07:52 PM]
 
Roland: sorry for that interuption my lady... i am looking for Mikba because i have a score to settle with him....He is one of my olldest enemys and i have tracked him here...Please in all respect do not tell me thou dost not know him i see it in your eyes that you are a fine liar..and very adept at conceiling weapons... as for what you are thinking i would try and shield your mind if i were u as i said before as an adept red mage i can read minds and yours is filled with fear so please do us both a favor and tell me where he is or i shall have to get rough if u tell me without delay i can promise you the guard of an entire kingdom...(lowers his voice)and just so you kno i AM a prince so dont think u can get away with killing me
 
thoughts of rolands: excellent stratagie roland you are as ever a fine con artist.....the psychic thing was no lie of course... picked that one up from mom...but i sense someone is watching us i had better reach for Dragonsting i fear a confrontation is iminent....strange....why am i so attracted to this homely lass...hmmmmm odd she is......oh snap out of it roland u have more things to worry about...like what to do next...
 
Vixen stares at Roland, her face carefully blank. Her mind racing as she considers the idea that someone could read her mind. She frowns, her beautiful brown eyes hardening. She doens't like the idea at all. A prince he says? Suddenly she spins around and within the same fluid movement releases her knife. The blade quivers as it embeds itself into the mortara of the stone wall precisely at the head height of a full grown man. "I know you're there... come out and face us!" Her voice tight, as she wonders what in hell's name she's gotten herself mixed up in, and considers how to get herself out of it.

A hand reaches out of the darkness, and pulls out her blade, she waits for the figure to reveal himself. Hands on her hips she taps her foot impatiently. The two men standing with her look slightly surprised, perhaps not imagining that she had noticed the person spying on them. She waited, and as she did, she considered the two men standing there. Did they have money? Would they pay for her assitance? How much danger would they face in whatever task they had set themselves... Goddess but she wished she could retire... she smiled grimly... taking out another knife and flipping it casually in the air, catching it easily in her hand, the knife glinting visciously in the pale light of day turning to night... the men who watched her, knew she could weild a knife like it was part of her own body, admiration mixed with healthy respect as they all watched her...

[Edited by Moneytalks on 07-02-2000 at 07:55 PM]
 
Teresa and her lover, Gardeen, were new to this city. They were runaways.
Teresa is -or was- a daughter of a farmer. Her lover was rich, and of a higher family then her. In fact he was the eldest son of the knight that controlled the county they lived in.
Gardeen is a poet. A dreamer. He has no wish to become a knight, to take over his father's role of land owner of the county Hantershire. They fell in love during the gentle warmth of the harvest season, where berries and fruits bloomed on trees, when the leaves browned. She was harvesting a wheat field with the rest of her village; he was watching her, her jet-black hair shining like a crow's, standing out from the rest. He fell in love with her while she toiled, her clothes sticking to her back. And when she looked up and saw him staring... she blushed and looked away. Then looked up again. And during lunch-break he beckoned her over, ignoring the taunts of her friends... And it happened as simply as that. Romantically illicit meetings followed where he read her poetry and she listened, her heart bursting. And on one of those illicit, romantic meetings the wine and the words and warmth of the fire was all too much and they made love, out of wed-lock. Teresa feels no regrets, but the noble upbringing of Gardeen made him feel guilty. So they ran away, the illicit, romantic lovers, leaving behind their problems. Just like any romantic tale.
"I'm cold, Gard." Teresa snuggled closer under her fur-lined cloak which she stole for Gardeen's sister, her hand protective on her flat stomach. Soon there would be a bump; she would show the world how proud she is to have Gardeen's child!
All of her outfit was stolen; afterall, she came from a simple background that had no money for luxuries- or necessities for that matter.
"As am I, my love." Gardeen wrapped a hand over her. "We just have to find an inn... a cheap one." Theresa looked up and smiled. Her love was evident for him even in the merest of glances; what mattered what happened to them? They were together. But Gardeen had other thoughts. Love was all very well, but they had little money. He had only his family's ring on a piece of twine round his neck as insurance if they were pick-pocketed.
They walked down a dark alley. They did not hear anyone follow them.
 
Vixen lifts her face, distracted suddenly, she figures the person hiding to be a theif in training, and since she only knew one theif that had ever managed to steal from her... she wasn't too worried about him, but that curious smell, and then...

She turned her head slightly to watch a young couple walking down the alley way towards them. She watched impassively as the walked. God, they where moving targets, she thought to herself. What where two kids like that doing in a town like this? She wondered. The cloaked man watched her as she watched the duo. "Friends of yours?" His deep voice forcing her to look back at him. She smiles, not realising how pretty that smile is, the warmth of it touching her eyes which sparkle. "No, not friends... why?" She asks curious.
"It just seems that you where concerned for them..."
Vixen frowned, remembering herself, damn she thought how unprofessional, she shook her head angrily, "No, not friends Sir..." her voice hardening...

Roland listened to this exchange. "Do we worry about the hiden one?" he queried, smiling coaxingly at Vixen. Vixen shook her head irritably, "no, I don't think we have anything to fear there." Roland considered this thoughtfully, then he allowed his shoulders to relax, deciding that for now, he would trust this woman's judgement. "So?" He questioned, "will you admit your knowledge? Can I count on your assistance?"
Vixen hesitated, she glanced at the cloaked man. This was a very strange situation she thought, who the hell was this cloaked man? And, why did he seem vaguely familiar to her? Roland rested his hand on her arm. She almost jumped out of her skin in fright, her years of training making her unused to any kind of human comforting. Roland raised his brow in surprise at her reaction, but let his hand fall from her arm. He smiled, his eyes questioning her.
Vixen grinned wryly, "well, if I am to help you Sir PRINCE..." she emphasized cockily, Roland winced at this exageratted use of his title, " we must talk contracts, and as it is getting dark, I think we should head to a reputable Inn to conduct our business..."
Roland nods his head at this suggestion, Vixen turns to the cloaked man, "well I am Vixen, this is PRINCE Roland, and you are???"
 
Roland: hmmm she is smart aleky but i would expect that.... hmmmmmmm this is damned odd.....i wonder about this cloaked man.. is he friend or foe hm.

"contracts eh...oh and by the way dont call me prince i detest the title and wish i didnt have it...but i live with it...just call me Roland its much freindlyer...so you want to be paid eh...i will tell you what you name your price and we will see where we go from there.i would like to warn you there is some thevery involved in the services u may provide. so i offer a 40% cut of the final pay off...so whadda ya say to that. and You stranger : flashes out dragonsting: if you wish to confront me now is the time! for i am battle ready.....AND YOU STRANGER BEHIND THE WALL AT THE GATE!!come forward or face my red magics..... the choice is yours now while those two are being shocked at my audacidy i think u have an offer to make.."
smart move roland....name your price i say... when i know unless she is quite skilled in this art she wont survive to be paid.....
 
Roland thoughts: perfect she wants to goto an inn.....i know just the place and have the people there waiting to ambush that follower i have had for quite some time...hmmm she appears quite attractive...she clouds her mind expertly...hmmm she is more than meets the eye hopefully my direct challenge will give her more confidence in my princlyness. i must s tay focused though i have a firespell ready in my hand i just need the opening to use it
 
Vixen frowns, well he's certainly arrogant enough to be a prince, she wonders at his sense of urgency. What on earth would possess a man to seek out Mikba she thought to herself. That particular individual is not one she would search out herself. Vixen was a rare jewel amongst the assassins who worked this town. She was honest. She never took payment if she didn't plan on delivering. This is the reason perhaps, that she had survived as long as she had, and why other assassins tended to leave her alone. Her skill with blades was unprecedented, this too was a good reason to keep clear of her.

"I don't know that I enjoy your tone of voice Pri..." she hesitates as she notices him tense... "my apologies... Roland... " she lets the name roll off her tongue... they eye each other warily... she continues... "I ask payment, because I do not think any professional worth his or HER, for that matter, name would freely give you their assistance without reasonable payment." She frowns wondering if she had misjudged this man, was he simply leading her into a trap? She shook her head, the years here where making her paranoid she thought. She flinched as she felt the warm glow emenate from him. Her eyes widen. She was not skilled in magick, but she had inherited a bastardised version of the sight which gave her amazing premonitions, and enabled her to sense magick being made. She shivered, placing a hand on Rolands arm as he had to her earlier. "Sir," she whispers politely, be wary of revealing your talents before absolutely necessary, you may find them a greater asset if you keep them hidden until required."

Roland looks at her surprised. Did she sense his magick? Did she weild power herself? He probed her mind again hoping she would allow him a hint as to what she was thinking. She flinched again. Hmmm, he thinks, she may not weild magick, but she is definitely skilled. Vixen's eyes flash angrily as she feels him probing. She whispers harshly, "Sir, I would ask that you never seek access to my thoughts without my permission..."

Just then she hears a womans cry. She spins towards the alley way. It appeared empty. "Damn!" she muttered. Where did those two kids get to? "I will meet you at the Snake and Feather Inn, two blocks from here, give me about 1 hour, I will discuss your requirements then. She walked with silent footsteps into the dark alley way behind them, swiftly. The two men watched her disappear into the darkness. Finally the man hiding reveals himself to the men... seeing Vixen leave... he admires the blade in he still holds in his hand as he approaches...

MEANWHILE...

Vixen slips into the shadows... heading towards the sound she had heard. Teresa and her lover, Gardeen see her in the shadows. Teresa is held a knife-point by a disreputable theif. Gardeen is held, struggling by two men she did not recognise. He was putting up a good fight, Teresa looked scared silly, but Vixen admired her that she hadn't fainted yet. "Well now gentlemen, what have we here?" Vixen's soft voice held a hint of steel. Jack the brut, looks up and glares at Vixen eyeing her dangerously. He holds the knife against Teresa's throat, the girl feeling the sharp blade, moans with fear, the blood leaving her face. Vixen smiles at the girl calmly. Gardeen renews his struggling, "unhand her you bastard!"

Vixen laughs, her brow raised as she eyes Jack the brut's response to this. Jack just continues to eye Vixen, "well Jack, seems the young man has you there, you are a bastard after all... or has Mad Sally, finally figured out who she was with the night of your conception?"
"Shut up you bitch" hissed Jack
Vixen continued to smile, "well now, is that anyway to address a lady? I'm only curious what you could want with two as clearly lacking as these?"
"It's not your business... Mikba pays me now"
Vixen looks surprised but the emotion quickly passes.
"Well now, you ARE moving up in the world aren't you?"
"Yeah, and best you move out if you know whats good for you!" he grunts evilly.
"Ahhh well, you see Jack... I can't do that... they hired me to protect them..."
"What?? With what money?"
Vixen grins... "It was a family debt I owed them, why? Are you wanting to be my accountant now?"
Jack spits on the ground, looking a little nervous as Vixen steps foward.
He judges her carefully, tightening his hold on the girl.
Vixen smiles, her grin wide, her eyes bright, he watches as she slips her hand inside her cloak. Nervously he points the knife at Vixen warning her, "I'll cut you, you bitch, stay out of this!"
Vixen was waiting for this move... with amazing speed she moves, and Jack screams in pain and surprise. His knife falls to the ground and he stares at the blade sticking out of his palm. "You BITCH!! Look what you did to me hand!!!" He howls lunging at her. Vixen glances at the girl seeing she has crumpled to the ground, fainted perhaps. She grins... stepping back easily as Jack lunges for her in pain and fury. With a neat side-step she grips his good wrist and with a flick has it tight against his back. He howls in pain and falls to his knees blubbering. "Now Jack, be a good boy and call off your goons."
"Let 'em go... " he moans at his men.
The two men holding Gardeen look at him in surprise.
Vixen tightens her hold, he groan loudly.
"LET 'EM GOOOOO I SED!!!"
They drop Gardeens arms and he staggers, finally realising he's free he rushes to his lady love cradling her in his arms. He watches Vixen carefully. She lets Jack go. He struggles to his feet holding his injured hand by the wrist. Vixen presses up against him ignoring the foul smell of him. He looks surprised then screeches in pain as he feels her blade being removed. She holds the blade under his nose so he can see his blood on the glinting surface. "Let me remind you for future reference Jack, don't ever play with knives with one better than you... "
She wipes the blood off deliberately on his tunic and points the tip at his throat... "run along now!" she croons in a sing-song voice. Glaring viciously at her, he turns, jerking his head at his lackies to follow him. When they are out of sight Vixen calmly puts away her blade and looks down at the duo. "I suggest you leave this town as soon as possible, you're way out of your league here."
She turns to leave, "M'Lady, please, we have no where to go, and my love, she is near frozen..."
She tenses. Willing herself to walk away. Damn it, why did she get involved? She turns and looks at them. She looks up at the moon as it rises. "Very well, follow me, and since I can see you haven't the money to pay me, I'll expect a bit of work from you in return, think you can handle a bit of grime on those pretty fingers of yours?"
Gardeen looks angered by this remark, but his trembling Teresa in his arms makes him bite back his biting remark. He simply nods. Vixen notes the flare of fire in his eyes. Good, he's got spirit in him then, she thinks. She jerks her head indicating they should follow her....
 
Roland: what was that scream....hmmm.... this conversation is not leading to my advantage...and she thinks me arrogent....heh this is better than i thought.. an assassin...prehaps i can sway her to my bidding...no no no i must be calm and percise..i must goto the alley quickly!

"What in devils name happened here!"

Vixen quickly explained the situation....

"hmmm i see Miss vixen i am afraid you and your new 'Friends' must quickly follow me i know of an inn just outside of town we will conduct the rest of our business there! as for your actions i am both impressed and feared by them i wished my presance not to be known in this cuty yet but thanks to your heroics i am afraid i have my cover blown....now quickly we must get to the inn before nightfall or im afraid we will not survive the night...."

as we rush past the gate i do a quick lookaround...hmmmm where the devil did that evesdropper get to........no matter i fear not that he will meet me again.... we rush towards the inn i have readyed in case of an emergency there i will reveil my true self...

"were here at the Slashing Sword inn... good evening may i rent a large room mam?"

[Edited by Roland Gilliad on 07-03-2000 at 12:24 AM]
 
a new arrival

A ripple in the air can be seen from the side of the eye as a figure materialises as it intones the words to end a spell.
It is a figure cloaked in white, the white pallor of his face showing between darkness, his deep black eyes hidden by that same reason. A dry smell of old leaves, dry bones and other magical components can be perceived if one takes care.
He speaks in a husky dried leaves voice: "Excuse me, friendsss... I've been unable not to listen to your conversation..." he keeps eyeing them fixedly "... I just don't like to travel around this kind of places seen. I must ask you again to forgive me for eavesdropping on you, and not appearing when you said to the one hiding in shadows to appear... I wasn't hiding in shadows, I was a shadow myself... well, excuse me for digressing here, there is only one reason I eavesdropped on you..." as this is said, he looks at Vixen in a strange way she may not be used to, as he is looking at her as if he was more interested in her skull structure that in her body, "... is that I heard you pronounce the magical word: Mikba" He stops looking intensely at Vixen and looks at everyone in the group again.
"Mikba... I knew Mikba a long time ago... Lets put it this way: when I was young I thought I wanted my career to deal with death in a way I was the one dealing it, but then I changed, and now I deal with death just in the opposite way. There is no love between Mikba and I, and I would gladly help you... just think of it about something personal."
He seems to have finished when he adds "... and Roland, fellow mage, don't even try to use your reading mind magics on me... I'm protected at this moment, it is no good not to be seen if you can be mentally detected... I've still have to learn how not to be detected by magic to have the perfect travelling pack... that's one of the reasons I want to get into Mikba's..."
He waits patiently for their answer.
 
Roland: such audacity and i can tell hes protected i sense great power in him...a shadow mage though....that could prove useful and i can deal with him later..

"well s i see you are not only a compitent mage but a damned good one at that i would find it most helpful if you would join my little troupe as i still dont know where mikba is as this young assassin who i see has more beauty than meets the eye. you would find it useful to un-shield your beuty here so that all secrets are out and while were on that subject.....:he pauses:"

ok now for my big entrance!

"I am in fact not a prince! more like a prince of thives and Rolando Gillad is my true name if you care Now lady if you know one bit of me reputation then i suggest we cut to the chase i wil offer you BOTH 5000 gold peices and a 20% cut of the stuff we steal...what my dear do you say to that!!!"
 
"Theives? Assassins? shadow mages..." Gardeen spluttered in indignation. "What kind of a city is this?" Theresa tried to quiet her lover's noble disgust. Roland grinned wickedly.
"A very good one... Gardeen. Or should I say Sir. Gardeen?" Gardeen's mouth dropped open.
"H-how did you know?"
"Well, I am a mind reader. I know that you're runaways. Oh, how romantic!" Roland sneered sarcastically. Gardeen started forward to hit him, but Theresa held him back.
Vixen paced nervously. "Look, we're too much in the open. Let us carry on this discussion in a safer place."
"That can be arranged," said the snake-like Sith. With a flick of his hands all them felt as if they were squeezed out of their bodies. Witha paint 'pop' they were in a bare room.
"My ears are ringing," muttered Vixen. She waggled a finger in her ear to make the popping stop.
"Transportation. I am impressed, Sith." Roland metally checked himself to see if he was all there.
Theresa merely looked angry. "How dare you do that without warning us! I'm pregnant, you idiot," and she punched Sith in the shoulder. It was like punching a wall. Sith took the blow and bowed humbly.
"Forgive me, lady. But I sensed danger if we were to stay in that alley too long." It was Gardeen's turn to sooth his mate.
"Well, next time warn me," she muttered.
"Where are we?" Asked Roland.
"My humble quarters. I rent this place. We are above the inn of the Troll's Head." Sith bowed again. Pulling back his head cover, Vixen gasped.
"You're one of the snake-people!"
"That I am." Sith unsheathed his curved sword that glittered in the stark candle light. "I am Sith, son of San'ut, son of Rakash."
"How very impressive," said Roland nonchalantly, picking up items of the room and putting them down again. Nothing of worth, here, he thought. This snake-man is not what he seems...
"When do we leave for Rikba's?" Was all Vixen said, bored of the way the conversation was turning. "And I want higher the 20%, if you please. I am a fully trained assassin; I deserve
more."
"25%," bartered Roland.
"40%."
"No. 25% is my limit."
"Done." Vixen frowned; a measly 25%? What was she letting herself in for?
"Is it true you guys eat humans?" Asked Theresa at random to Sith. Gardeen winced at his mate's lack of tact.
"Forgive my love, master Sith, she is tired." Theresa glared back. "And what about us? This little jaunt sounds like fun... and I think we should each get 20%; it is only fair."
Roland glared at the young pair. "That 'little jaunt' is a high operation thieving."
"I agree; sir, your wi- your acquatance is pregnant," added Vixen.
Gardeen shrugged his shoulders. "I'm a noble- I have connections. And I have brains."
"I do not see what is wrong. He is an extra pair of hands that will be useful," said Sith. "We need a base. This noble's nest-mate can act do this- she need not be in the action. Have you all communicated before with scrying glasses?" Everyone shoke their heads in a "no."
Sith went to his bed and underneath pulled out a box. In it lay simple hand-held mirrors lay in a bed of black velvet. "Do not be fooled by their appearance; they are highly magical." He held the box out, and each member pulled out a mirror. "Speak into the glass. Say your name." Each did. "Now
say the name of someone you'd like to see.
Roland grinned wickedly. "I'd like to see the princess Garnet, please..." Vixen looked on disaprovingly.
"No, master thieve. Say the name of a person in this room..."
Now everyone understood. "I'd like to see the delectable Vixen." Sure enough, Vixen's image appeared in Roland's mirror. "Hello, Vixen," he said into the mirror. Vixen grinned back. Theresa giggled.
"It is a communication system. Eact scrye is linked to each other. Now that we have the tools sorted out, master thieve, will you tell us a plan on how we will get into Mikba's lair?..."
 
Vixen held the strange scrying glass in her palm. Such an interesting device she thought. Placing it securely within her robes. She pulled out a blade and tossed it into the air, unconcious of the act, she tossed and caught it, over and over as she listened to Roland's basic plan. A damn theif she thought, why was she bothering? She glanced over to the Sith. Curious, he's... different, she thinks.

Then she lets her gaze wander over the lovers. She almost smiles, seeing the love between the two. Young lovers, not something one see's everyday. Especially not in a place like this. Roland outlines his basic plan. Vixen stands. "While I agree that if the boy... " her head nods towards Gardeen, "will probably be a useful asset, I don't see why a girl just sitting around should also get an equal cut." She turns her cool gaze towards Theresa. "I don't mean to sound harsh, but each extra cut reduces my own, and I can't afford charity."

She turns to Roland. "I dislike you Sir, but I'm trusting you, as this is necessary if we are to succeed. I need to collect some items from my own rooms before we can leave. I suggest we all meet back here tomorrow at dawn, I can organise horses for those who need it... " Vixen looks at Theresa again, "we may need a cart as well."

She uses the sharp tip of her knife to clean one of her nails, then slips it underneath her cloak. "I take it this is acceptable to you all?" She addresses the Sith, "Sir, if you could be so kind as to tell me where I am?" She watches him, facinated by his features...
 
"We are in a sssmall room in an inn, very near where we where. Travelling in ssshadowss is fast, but good only for short trips. "
For some reason it seemed if he was putting up the phony sss's, as if wanting to please his audience.
"You just go out that door" as he signalled, they could see that there was a door, well placed in shadows so it wasn't easy to spot, but once signalled it was obvious. "But be warned, we are sstill in the bad part of town, so unless you are a local, like Vixen here, I would take care... As for the percentage, I would gladly go down to 10%, but I want The Tome, the one in ..." he shows a slight disgust as he says the next word "... naga hide. There I'm ssure I'll find the spell I need, the one that makes me undetectable by magic! Plus some other little goodies."
"And I'm sure Lady Theressa has some uses... other than to be eaten" this last word is said opening exageratedly his mouth, his long canines easily seen. "Just jocking... we don't eat humans... unless necessary."
 
Vixen grins to herself as she watches Theresa's eyes widen in surprise at the Sith's last comment, those impressive teeth glinting in the light. She moves towards the darkened doorway and sticks her head out looking left and right quickly. The Sith did not lie, they where maybe 50 odd paces from where they had all been standing. She turns back into the room and approaches the Sith, standing not inches before him. "I believe you have something of mine?" She holds out her hand. The Sith smiles politely, "of course M'Lady," he pulls out her knife carefully handing it to her. She nods, accepting it and hiding it within her robe, before quickly exiting the room.

The next hour was spent locating suitable horses, and a small cart to carry basic supplies and perhaps one person. She had the cart delivered to a stable a couple of leagues out of town where it wouldn't attract too much attention. It wouldn't do to look as if they were all leaving together. The other horses she kept at the Inn for now. The Snake and Feather Inn was more expensive than most, but it served edible food and the ale wasn't watered down. She entered her room carefully as always, and found nothing amiss. She quickly collected her belongings, throwing them into a pack. She grabbed a rough cloth and some soap and headed for the bath house. Relaxing in the hot fragrant water she wondered again why she was doing this, she let the hot water relax her tense muscles and soaked.

Finally she finished her bath and dryed herself hurriedly, she dressed in travelling clothes keeping only the minimum blades about her person, she could wear much tighter clothing. Her leather pants clung to her slender legs, and her tunic was tight ephasizing her bust, she let her hair hang loose for now, she would braid it again later, it hung in wet black trendles about her shoulders and down her back. Her deep blue eyes inspected her appearance in a full length mirror. Not bad, she thought. She made sure she put away a dark blue velvet dress, one never knew when feminine charms would come in handy she decided. Finally packed... she lay down waiting for dawn.

About an hour before dawn she awoke, instinctively. She wondered if she would ever stop waking at this particular time in the morning. She pulls on her dark leather boots, heels giving her 5'4" frame a bit of extra height, and stands stretching cat-like. She grabs up her pack and throws on her dark thick travelling cloak, wolf skin around the neck to keep the cold out. She trudges over to the stables and pays a stable boy 1 silver piece to take two horses to a place one block from the meeting place. The other horse was already waiting with the cart, she walked the grey gelding she had chosen for herself to the Sith's rooms.


[Edited by Moneytalks on 07-03-2000 at 04:29 PM]
 
Roland: as i sat near the inn sharpining dragonsting i began to wonder if i really could trust this Vixen woman..i was able during that shaddowwalk to read her mind and i see she is very compitant....i have an idea..

"ah i see that you are finally here! i have been waiting scince first light i figured you would as well.... as for the two lovebirds as a knight i think he might be worth more as a hostage than as a companion but keep that under your tounge..as for the snake man i think i can keep him under control as long as i can see him...oh and as for your pay.."

I drop a bag of 2500 gold into her hands

"half now and half later once i have mikba's head on a pike.. and i would like to up your cut to 30% as the knight will not survive...heh heh heh.."

Vixen looked at him stunned at his....blatent disregard for the companion..

"well i think that is much better"

this is nuts she thought she had never had this much gold in one place at one time Ever! he throws it around as if it were no object!

"well i wonder whats taking the snake man so long!"

just then the young knight and his bride strolled u with a large cart of supplies

"did you bring the explosives?"
asked roland

"yes but why do you need so much gunpowder?"
asked the knight

"its the diversion we need to get inside now all we are missing is our lizard friend.."
 
rolands thoughts: The TOME! why the nerve. that was my fathers.....mikba has the tome....the infamous naga hide tome witch i have studied carefully and know most of its secrets..one of witch is it can only be opened by a password... and from a quick mindread of the snake man he does not know it...heh heh heh the knight was dead when he entered the city and my business...but the tome....sigh i will now have to kill the snake man as well but vixen i can keep alive! oh yes i can...she will be very usefull.....ah here comes the devil himself the snake man .... now it is time to be alert...months and years of preperation now all come to this raid....i shall have revenge one way...or another.

:Laughs heartally:!
 
Vixen scowled, ignoring the young lovers as they arrive to join them. Her mind clicks over as she considers Roland's words. Did he seriously plan on killing the Sith? She, had her doubts to which of the two had the greater power. Her own talents not allowing her to discover such details, only that they were both powerful. She frowned, truely this Roland was a dispicable fellow, the way he eyed her made her feel like she stood naked before him.

She watched as the Sith approached. He was a curious one, to distract herself from staring too obviously, she turned to her mount, patting his nose gently as he snorted into her face. She hoisted her pack on off her shoulder and made room for it across the back of the saddle. "Are we ready to go?" she asked all those gathered, she swung herself easily into the saddle, well used to this kind of travel. Her leather encased legs only emphasizing the toned muscle there. She whistled loudly, two short bursts and a silver haired wolf loped towards them from the trees. She smiled as he drew near. He sat at her feet and she addressed him, "can one check the roads ahead of us? We travel West." The wolf regarded her carefully before lowering his head in acceptance of the task and ran off towards the trees that banked the path they would take. "We will hear a howl if there is anything that would disturb our journey, we won't have to scout for ourselves for another 50 leagues or so, after that I cannot ask the wolf to go further, he has a pack to care for."

She didn't notice the stunned look of surprise on the two lovers faces as she kicked her horse gently urging him forward. She lead the way, assuming the rest followed. It was turning out to be a warm day, she removed her cloak, laying it across her lap as she rode, revealing her trim figure in it's tight outfit. Her long dark hair swayed freely about her shoulders, she let go of her reigns, easily controlling her horse with subtle movements from her legs, she started to brush out her hair now it had dried, and smoothed it back, weaving it into a single plait down her back. She twisted a string of leather about the end to hold it in place and continued riding onwards. She had knives inside her boots, and several smaller blades straped to a single belt around her right thigh. In a similar belt around her left arm she held more knives. She heard a howl in the distance and stoped her mount. Lifting her hand to warn the others. Something or someone was ahead of them, awaiting them...
 
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