11-07-2011, 07:39 PM
In the forests south of Minoc two tall, leather-clad rogues were deep in discussion. It appeared as plans were being formulated as one of them was crouched down drawing lines in the dirt with his dagger. The other younger more petulant looking of the two was leaning back against a tree, smoking and nodding between puffs, half listening as though he’d been through this many times before.
Abruptly the two, both of them, turned their heads southward in response to a distant laughter carried through the trees with the wind. With cat-like reflexes the two became nearly invisible as they made their way stealthily through the woods toward the sound. They separated, circling away from each other and back allowing themselves to arrive from opposing sides.
The band of travelers were young nobles from out from Britain. They had just passed through a moongate while traveling for a Spring visit to the port town of Vesper. They were nobles and their purses were fat with coins of gold.
Pots made his way from the woods to the clearing hidden in plain sight from the unwary travelers. In his stealth Pots approached and grabbed one of them, a young maiden, from behind.
“Nobody move!” he growled, “Drop your loots, and your gear, or this ***** dies!”
Pots held up his kryss to the maidens throat menacingly.
“Okay!” one of the travelers shouted, “Just don’t hurt her!”
The travelers began unloading their valuables when one of the more bold of the lot figured the situation to be in his favor; as it was only one man against the three men of their traveling party. He started to voice this notion to his group however, just as he motioned and began to speak a sound was heard from the edge of the forest.
“In Ex Grav”
Two of the three men stood motionless. The third man fumbled at an ornamental silver dagger which he pulled from its sheath. He turned towards Pots only to witness in horror a kryss being pulled from the back of the now dying maiden. The traveler let out a high pitched scream and lunged with his dagger only to be put down before taking another step... A single arrow pierced the mans neck from behind and he fell upon the boots of Pots.
The two other travelers stood helpless while Lamby, now out of the woods and upon them, ran their pockets while Pots looted the corpses.
The last of the travelers, eyes shining wildly in desperation, bore witness to the carnage about them as Pots ravaged the corpse of the young maiden... *Chop Chop*
“You evil *****!” cried one of the paralyzed travelers.
Lamby and Pots stood side by side facing the two travelers and began to chant...
“Kal Vas Flam”
...came from their lips and as quickly as it was uttered the travelers’ flaming corpses dropped to the ground beneath the moongate...
Requesting: HQ and cave
Abruptly the two, both of them, turned their heads southward in response to a distant laughter carried through the trees with the wind. With cat-like reflexes the two became nearly invisible as they made their way stealthily through the woods toward the sound. They separated, circling away from each other and back allowing themselves to arrive from opposing sides.
The band of travelers were young nobles from out from Britain. They had just passed through a moongate while traveling for a Spring visit to the port town of Vesper. They were nobles and their purses were fat with coins of gold.
Pots made his way from the woods to the clearing hidden in plain sight from the unwary travelers. In his stealth Pots approached and grabbed one of them, a young maiden, from behind.
“Nobody move!” he growled, “Drop your loots, and your gear, or this ***** dies!”
Pots held up his kryss to the maidens throat menacingly.
“Okay!” one of the travelers shouted, “Just don’t hurt her!”
The travelers began unloading their valuables when one of the more bold of the lot figured the situation to be in his favor; as it was only one man against the three men of their traveling party. He started to voice this notion to his group however, just as he motioned and began to speak a sound was heard from the edge of the forest.
“In Ex Grav”
Two of the three men stood motionless. The third man fumbled at an ornamental silver dagger which he pulled from its sheath. He turned towards Pots only to witness in horror a kryss being pulled from the back of the now dying maiden. The traveler let out a high pitched scream and lunged with his dagger only to be put down before taking another step... A single arrow pierced the mans neck from behind and he fell upon the boots of Pots.
The two other travelers stood helpless while Lamby, now out of the woods and upon them, ran their pockets while Pots looted the corpses.
The last of the travelers, eyes shining wildly in desperation, bore witness to the carnage about them as Pots ravaged the corpse of the young maiden... *Chop Chop*
“You evil *****!” cried one of the paralyzed travelers.
Lamby and Pots stood side by side facing the two travelers and began to chant...
“Kal Vas Flam”
...came from their lips and as quickly as it was uttered the travelers’ flaming corpses dropped to the ground beneath the moongate...
Requesting: HQ and cave
