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Bozos of Bones

09-03-2005 04:17 PM

Ghar Dien ?/47 ?/70

Alrod obviously lived alone, for he had not displayed any need of social contact with Ghar Dien throughout the day. After a utilitaristic meal, the man chose a book from a shelf and retreated to his own room. Ghar looked over the books carefully, making a mental note of what books he would like to read and in what order. The life of a hermit, even a godly hermit, is devoid of most simple things like books, and Ghar's mind was starving for something with which to occupy itself. After making the list, Ghar took the first book from the list, the "Makings of Fate" and started reading it. Deeply lost within the pages of the book, Ghar hardly noticed that Alrod has prepared dinner, in a utilitaristic fashion simillar to the lunch he had before. Ghar took the book to the table, and without ever taking his eyes off it, ate the bread and cheese. When he reached for more bread and found none on the place where it was before, he looked up, and saw that Alrod was reading his book too. Ghar went back to his matress, and continued to read through the whole book before blowing the candle out to sleep.

dplax

09-04-2005 05:11 AM

For Zevin:

The men listened to the stories, with those who had been with Zevin during the battle staying strangely silent, and not telling the true tale of the events.

Several hours passed, but Terak still did not come back. Some of his men went off for archery practice, while another group asked Zevin whether he wanted to join them for swordplay.

dplax

09-04-2005 05:16 AM

For Jonal:

It happened all suddenly. Jonal felt a strange probing sensation in his mind, and then almost immediately a voice came, it seemed from all around him.

"Ready, you?"

OOC: pm Larry

Larry_OHF

09-08-2005 02:38 PM

Jonal Turamarth 35/78 54/56

So that's how it was going to be, eh?

Jonal spoke aloud, "How kind of you to ask my permission, Mr. Scary-guy. So are you not even going to come out and face me like a man would?

Let's get this over with. I have somebody that has been needing killing and I need to hurry up and make good on."

What Jonal was really feeling was a terrible sense of dread continuing to ooze up from somewhere...for he faced an unknown and virtually invisible assailant. How could he combat that? And on top of it all...he was one of those mind-playing types like that stupid Dreamweaver...although...maybe this was the actual personage of the Dreamweaver...

Morgeruat

09-09-2005 10:25 AM

Zevin 52/52 15/90

Zevin grinned at the offer to practise swordplay with the men, hopped off his storytelling perch (with some very subtle gestures accompanying) and a loud crack was heard from the gnome, who immediately grabbed his back and hunched over groaning in pain at suddenly (and of course quite unexpectadly ;) ) throwing his back out, he hobbled to a low footstool and sat "Aargh, my poor back, every now and then it just goes out on me, nothin to do for it but rest for a day or two, I'm sorry lads, I know you were looking forward to training with me, not just a master, but a Juggernaut of pure physical perfection."

OOC poor old gnomes with their bad backs ;)

[ 09-09-2005, 10:26 AM: Message edited by: Morgeruat ]

dplax

09-12-2005 02:54 PM

For Zevin:

One of the men, with a sly look on his face rushed over to Zevin's side.

"Do you need any help? One of us is skilled in treating wounds. He might be able to help you."

dplax

09-12-2005 03:03 PM

For Jonal:

"I shall not face you like a man, Jonal Turamarth, for the simple reason that I am not human."

A blurry shape appeared in front of Jonal's eyes and he could see that whatever it was, definitely was not human. It had four arms and several other appendages Jonal could not identify in the dark. The apparition did not last long however and Jonal did not have time to inspect further, as suddenly fear introded inside his mind. The voice spoke again, this time from the direction the shape had been in.

"This shall last as long as it needs to last. Fear is one of the most powerful human emotions. It can be melded into anger, hatred and even love. My job is to turn your fears into anger. Anger and hatred. I am not here to give you a target for your anger, but it might be me. It might be Shaka." - Jonal felt the probing presence in his mind once again, then heard a soft, triumphant cry.

"You fear the unknown. You fear that which you can not fight on evil terms, that might mean...yes! Shaka can help you against this Dreamweaver. I can see what he did to you. Your mind is like an open book to me now, Jonal. I can write in it, read from it, even tear out pages if I wish. But wait a moment..." - the voice paused and the fear suddenly lessened.

"Most of the pages are missing. What has happened to you?"

As the strange creature regained his senses, the fear increased once again. A sourceless fear, the exact fear, which the creature had detected traces of in Jonal. A fear Jonal could not run from. He had to face it.

[ 09-12-2005, 03:05 PM: Message edited by: dplax ]

Larry_OHF

09-12-2005 04:38 PM

Jonal Turamarth 35/78 54/56

Jonal fell to his knees, holding himself up with fists, but he would not beg, he would not scream like a coward. He would just clamp his teeth tightly and bare it. This entity was loud in his mind, taking over his thoughts, and making Jonal feel like a spectator on the side. It was most horrible, because he could not touch nor see this assailant. But at the same time...the thing proved that it was not the dreamweaver...and had made him a promise. Jonal could not help but tell it what it asked...

"A cleric took my memories from me in a revengeful fit of anger...binding me to the task of his weakling God. He wears it upon a chain around his neck."

Jonal strained the words aloud through gritted teeth, sweating as though it were a thousand degrees in the room.

dplax

09-12-2005 06:18 PM

For Jonal:

"Another thing to fuel your anger. If you were given a chance would you be willing to unleash your anger against those, who did this to you?"

The fear inside Jonal did nothing but increase. It was relentless as if it were trying to achieve something.

Bozos of Bones

09-13-2005 06:08 AM

Ghar Dien 47/47 70/70

"I've met them in the local pub, hired them to be my guide through this region." Ghar nodded. "Shall we move at once? I am eager to find out what exactly lies behind this."

Larry_OHF

09-13-2005 01:41 PM

Jonal Turamarth 35/78 54/56

Jonal was screaming and panting now. The fear was as if it were causing him physical harm but he tried to tell himself it was all in his head. He gasped for breath, and tried to answer...

"YOU...YOU KNOW I..I WILL. WHHYYY DOO YOU TRY TO PER...SUADE ME TO DO AS I ALREADY DESS...IRRRE??"

Jonal was aware of nothing much around him, even the cold stone floor that he was wallowing upon...but he did comprehend the anger he felt at the painful fear assaulting him like nothing he'd ever naturally felt boiling inside him and eating him away from within.

dplax

09-14-2005 06:32 PM

OOC: post co-written with Bozos.

Terak paused, as he pondered for a moment.

“That shall do well as a cover story, my dear Ghar. Just in case, I want to send Zevin with you. The stories of him since his arrival here are great, and those of the deeds he has accomplished are even greater. I was originally planning to pay him for his services, but maybe you can convince him. Do you think you could do that?” – he asked, wondering himself how many of the stories about Zevin’s prowess had been exaggerated.

"Dont get me wrong, I believe the gnome to be a formidable asset, but if I read him correctly, no amount of convincing will get him to come with me."

"Could you try at least?" - Terak asked. "You might think of things I have not thought of. Who knows what motivates him. The cult may have hidden magical treasures or unknown arcane spells, if you get my meaning."

"Magical treasures? Yes, I know what you mean. I also know about the two that escaped, how they are mocking him now. I believe that is the card to play with Zevin."

"You shall try then?"

”I shall try, yes.”

"Good, let us go then. Alrod shall also come with us, he knows the area around the cult and shall take you and the other men I can spare to the cult."

Terak was about to leave when Ghar Dien stopped him "Terak? I just want to ask you... why the sudden interest in the cave? No, I'm not complaining, but yesterday you sent me in alone, and now you want to help me, even give me men. What changed?"

"My orders changed." - was all that he said.

Half an hour later as they walked towards the encampment on the same road the attacks had taken place the day before, he added as an afterthought:

"And besides yesterday you had just popped out of nowhere and I did not know of everything about you. Since then I have learnt many things..."

dplax

09-15-2005 01:38 PM

For Jonal:

"The traitor priest already gave you the chance of an alliance once, but you killed him. What proof can you offer that you really do desire it?"

The fear lessened somewhat, giving Jonal enough control to be able to think about his reply.

Morgeruat

09-19-2005 10:05 AM

Zevin 52/52 15/90

Zevin waved the human's offer of help away. "The last time I let a human doctor examine me it felt like I'd taken a boot to the head afterwards, A gnomish chirurgen is the only type I'd let examine me, if you aren't a gnome unfortunately, our anatomny is almost impossible not to mess up by trying to help. I'd be best served with a warm bed, and a cup of good wine." Zevin took a few halting steps, his face twisting up into a grimace with each one and a sharp hissing intake of breath.

[ 09-19-2005, 10:07 AM: Message edited by: Morgeruat ]

Larry_OHF

09-23-2005 09:46 AM

Jonal Turamarth 35/78 54/56

Jonal literally felt that he had been suffocating this whole time, for when the fear subsided, he was no longer gasping for air and the cool, moist air of this cavern quickly filled his lungs so fast that it hurt.

What had the voice asked him? If he was willing to kill again? Did it want him to kill more priests? Did it think that he killed the first priest merely for being a traitor and coming too close?

"Look...you bastard! I make it my living to murder whoever needs murdering so that I can make a living. I have no care for any of those dream-worshippers in that temple, and will kill all of them at my first chance just because their god found it profitable for himself to force me into some stupid job. I shall not be provoked in that manner! I'll kill them just because of the harm they have dealt me in stealing my memories of who I used to be years ago...They have brought this on themselves! Why do you think you have to persuade me with your games to get me to do something that I already am willing to do? Are you that crazy????"

dplax

09-25-2005 08:01 AM

For Ghar Dien and Zevin:

For Zevin more than an hour passed before Terak arrived with Ghar Dien.

Terak whispered to Ghar:

"I'll let you try convincing him then. I'll be in my cabin."

dplax

09-25-2005 08:15 AM

For Jonal:

In reply to Jonal, the fear started mounting once again, then suddenly a chilling voice came from behind him.

"That's enough Grigg."

Jonal had not even noticed the man, who had been previously in the window above. He could now see that the man had a face, which showed no emotions, it was a blank slate.

Light invaded the dark corridor and Jonal could see that it was barely twenty feet long. The only exit they could go through was the one he had come through.

There was a small hole at the other end of the small tunnel and Jonal could just see Grigg's retreating back inside it. It was however much too small for him to go through.

"Come, let us go to more comfortable quarters."

As the man led Jonal through corridors and chambers, always going downwards he could see that he had a limp. After about ten minutes they arrived at a chamber, on one side of which were stationed two guards on each side of a tall door. They opened the door as the man approached and he and Jonal went into the small chamber.

Hundreds of books lined all of the walls, and the room looked much more like a study, than somewhere where the leader of a cult resides. A small bed in the corner and a table facing the door, with a chair behind it were the only furnishings of the room. The topics of the books were mostly teology, but some of them were even literary books.

He sat on the chair, while motioning the bed for Jonal to sit on.

"As you have probably guessed, I am Shaka. I know that you are Jonal, and I am pretty sure that you have several questions."

Bozos of Bones

10-02-2005 11:19 AM

Ghar Dien 47/47 70/70

After greeting Zevin, Ghar Dien paused for a moment. He was trying to imagine what would be the best angle to approach the gnome, and decided he needed some background first. "Tell me, Zevin, how is it that a gnome such as yourself got into this mess?" Seeking fortune and fame? Women? Gambling?

Larry_OHF

10-02-2005 01:19 PM

Jonal Turamarth 35/78 54/56

By now, Jonal had been able to calm down considerably, and stop shivering from the torment his body had just suffered. He was a little more relaxed, but was still a bit edgy. He glared at Shaka as he said,

"As a matter of fact, yes. What the hell was that all about?"

OOC>>> :D

dplax

10-02-2005 02:07 PM

For Jonal:

The man smiled an understanding smile.

"It is a necessary test. Not necessary for me, as I knew more about you then what I had found out in the last ten minutes, but necessary for your acceptance by those who serve me."

Then as if preanswering Jonal's next question he motioned a small crystal ball in a corner of the room. It looked exactly the same as the one, which had been smashed in the Dreamweaver's temple not so long ago. It's surface was completely black, and unmoving.

"I saw all that happened in the temple there. And I am also curious. Tell me, what is it like to be visited by a god?"

Larry_OHF

10-03-2005 06:46 PM

Jonal Turamarth 35/78 54/56

"Oh, its no big thing, really. A lot of people act like its some miracle or some nonsense like that but in reality its just about a bunch of over-powered immortal bullies shoving their cattle around. But I am not here to preach. You have gone to a lot of trouble to hire my hand in something, and I cannot say that I care for your methods, but I understand them, coming from where I..."

Jonal stopped. Where had he come from?
Where had he acquired all this knowledge?

"Well...that's where I have a problem, you see...but anyway, I am here now, and you have got me listening at the moment, but the price will be higher since you nearly killed me to get me here."

Jonal maintained this hope that this was all some sort of job that needed doing, and that he'd be well-compensated for his trouble. He'd make this guy pay out his ass for the trouble he went through to be delivered here.

[ 10-03-2005, 06:47 PM: Message edited by: Larry_OHF ]

Morgeruat

10-18-2005 11:05 AM

ooc: just realized how long it's actually been since I posted here...

IC:Zevin the Juggernaut

The gnome looked over at Ghar, he always liked it when new people came to listen to his tales...

"Well, it all started long long ago, when I was but a wee lad, see back then things were as they are now, mountains were more rugged, trolls rarely accepted coin for passage, the Jansens held the monopoly on turnips and turnip related products like canaries, and everyone was just generally a hell of a lot meaner. Back then humans were just first learning to crawl out of their mud huts and build fires while we gnomes were perfecting gemcraft and learning about the play of light through the facets of gems. Learning about refraction and reflection helped pave the way for us to discover that we could influence light and the perceptions of others the same way, and what's more, we were good at, damned good. The secrets were kept tightly concealed shown only to a very few not of the same clan, eventually gnome began teaching gnome what they had learned and although it was kept strictly as a gnomish art different abilities were manifest and the power of illusion became greater. It was then that most of the gnomes decided to secret themselves away inside the Mount of Dreams, you probably haven't heard of it, it's been missing from your world for about six generations. But the gnomes... we built the place on dreams, illusion, and tricks of light, the mind tells you alot of false information, we were simply tricking the mind into doing the impossible, and making it possible through the belief in our art. Bridges that span farther than that village back there made of nothing more than a wisp of cloud and light, but as long as you don't think too hard about it, and how it works it's more solid that mithril steel. I left there nigh on to sixty human years ago to discover. Not just to find money, women, or magic, but to discover everything as it really is, What others learn about me is often little more than a trick of the light and vague sound, or a fanciful story of heroics that they want to hear, that they need to believe in order to build up their own hope. Reality bites as they say, and my art works the way it does because people are all too willing to grasp ahold of any illusion, no matter how incredible in order to add a bit of the fantastic to their lives. I've seen the fantastic son, and I'm out here to find the truth."

dplax

11-21-2005 04:47 PM

Ghar Dien 47/47 70/70

He had pretended to be listening intently while the gnome told his story then realised from the silence that the tale was finished. He cleared his throat and spoke.

"A fascinating tale, Zevin. I might have to quiz you about the details later. However I was asked by Terak to do him a favor. He's really busy and he wanted me to ask you whether you would be up for some adventure in some caves to the north of here. Of course it wouldn't be without danger, but from what I have heard about you, you laugh in the face of danger."

Ghar wasn't exactly doing this the way Terak had proposed, since he had thought of a better try since. If it didn't work, he could still try Terak's proposition.

dplax

12-01-2005 02:04 PM

OOC: tying off a loose end.

Lorax

No - such a simple, short word, yet carrying so much power. Two letters, able to carry much more than their simple phonetical values. Depending on intonation, their meaning could be diverse. Empires had fallen, and others rose because of this one word.

It was strange that Lorax should think this, so close to leaving behind this world. As the remainder of his blood slowly dripped from his open wounds, soaked up by the ground, he meditated on the many possible meanings of this word. In his case the meaning was multiple. No, he did not win the fight. No, he had not been a coward, and had fought bravely against overwhelming odds. No, he wasn't going to be able to succeed in the mission granted by the Dreamweaver. No, he wasn't going to live.

It had been nine and forty years ago, when he first saw the light in this world. He had always been fascinated by the moon and stars, even though at heart he had been closer to the scorching hotness of the sun. He painstakingly opened his eyes for the last time. The thin sickle of the moon smiled at him. It was a fitting death. He, who had lived most of his life under the sun, taking his power from the realm of fire, was bidden farewell by the moon, she who never shared the sky with the sun.

dplax

12-15-2005 01:00 PM

Shaka

Shaka nodded barely perceptibly. He turned his eyes directly at Jonal, and only know could he see that the cult's leader's eyes were not like any eyes he had seen. They appeared to be completely normal eyes, but deep inside them, he could discern the power in the man's gaze. The eyes stared unblinkingly at Jonal for what seemed to be several minutes.

Shaka suddenly broke eye contact.

"The price I shall pay you is your freedom. If you do what I ask of you, you shall be free from dealings with us, if you so wish for the rest of your life."

Shaka took a piece of parchment from one of the bookshelves next to him. Taking out a black feathered quill he wrote two lines on the parchment.

Ghar Dien
Zevin

He then drew a line over each of the two names.

<s>Ghar Dien</s>
<s>Zevin</s>

"That is what I want you to do." - Shaka simply said.

Larry_OHF

12-15-2005 01:06 PM

Jonal Turamarth 35/78 54/56

"I never knew I was a prisoner..." Jonal snorted.

He looked at the two names on the hitlist.

Ghar Dien. Hmm...oh yea...the freak that I scrapped with in the alley that day that this all happened. Pretended to be some powerful mage. So he's still alive? Yeah, I can handle this. The other one...I do not know but I have a feeling that it'll not be hard to find him if my guess is right...

"Sure thing, boss. They're dead already. I just gotta go tell them that. Now can I have some provisions and maybe a band-aid if its not too much trouble?"

dplax

12-15-2005 01:12 PM

Shaka

Shaka waved his hand and dark shadows swirled out of it and enveloped Jonal. A disgusting feeling took hold of him and for several long second Jonal felt as if he would throw up, but when he managed to regain his composure he realized that all of his wounds had closed.

"Now, before you go it might be useful if I told you where you can find these two. Half a day's walk to the northwest of here, is a camp, operated by an organisation, who specialise in crime and gathering information. Last I saw" he motioned at the dark crystal ball behind him " both of them were there."

"Now, as far as provisions go, I'll ask for your pack to be brought to you. It shall be waiting for you at the exit of these caverns. Oh and one more thing. If you were thinking of simply running away or helping these people, remember one thing. I'll know."

Larry_OHF

12-15-2005 01:17 PM

Jonal Turamarth 78/78 56/56

Jonal smirked at the leader of this cult organization.

"Don't go worrying yourself over me. When I take a job, I do it. Besides, I owe a promise to one of those guys. He'll be thrilled to see me again. If you're done, then I'll start on my journey."

dplax

12-15-2005 01:36 PM

~7 hours later

The sun was starting to set behind the trees, when Jonal, slightly annoyed with the monoton trip, suddenly heard movement from behind him.

"Don't move or I'll shoot." - came an archer's voice from behind him.

The man was about to tell Jonal what he should do, when a familiar voice rang from left of Jonal.

"Jonal? How did you get here? Is everything ok?"

Ghar Dien's face showed a surprised expression, but it seemed that he still trusted Jonal.

[ 12-15-2005, 01:37 PM: Message edited by: dplax ]

Larry_OHF

12-15-2005 01:53 PM

Jonal Turamarth 78/78 56/56

No, everything's not okay! I've got a guy standing behind me that wants to kill me! Could you at least keep your lackeys tamed?! What in the hells are you doing out here, anyway? I thought you were killed back in the temple."

dplax

12-15-2005 01:57 PM

Ghar Dien

The archer lowered his bow, and disappeared among the trees again.

"These are not my lackeys. They work with one known as Terak. We have set out to seek out a cult, where the item the Dreamweaver needs can be found. It is about seven hours walking away from here." Ghar Dien rapidly described the situation to Jonal, telling him of the happenings of the last few days and among it all his meeting with Zevin.

"Now tell me," - he nearly said friend, but stopped short. Jonal was a temporary ally, not a friend. "What has happened with you since we got seperated?"

Morgeruat

12-15-2005 02:21 PM

Zevin 52/52 15/90

Zevin looked quizzically at the newcomer who seemed a bit perturbed, he then shrugged, and went looking for Terak, humming a tuneless little dittie he'd invented on the spot.

Larry_OHF

12-15-2005 02:30 PM

Jonal Turamarth 78/78 56/56

Jonal was already fed up with this guy.

"Look, I'm not one for storytelling so I'll give you the quick version. We thought you guys were dead but we had a job to do anyway, so the priest led us onward until he had to depart from us. The bird-brained one squawked loud enough to get us discovered by that cult that you are talking about, and we had to fight our way out of it. The dwarf got himself killed and the rest of us were injured, but we escaped. Come to find out, one of them priests of the Dreamweaver was a traitor from the start and sent a team after us. We attacked them while they slept, but we were still defeated in numbers. I took a knife to the back, blacked out, and woke up alone. I guess the others were dragged off by the cult. I found the bull guy's bag that had been left behind and it contained a healing potion, so I drank it. Then I started wandering about looking for my team. That's how I found you. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm tired and would like to rest. I've been walking all day."

[ 12-15-2005, 02:33 PM: Message edited by: Larry_OHF ]

dplax

12-16-2005 12:33 PM

Ghar Dien

"To tell you the truth, we had actually been preparing to rest ourselves, when the scout heard your approach."

Ghar pondered the deaths of his former comrades. He did not feel any emotional loss about them. After all they had been pulled into this all unwillingly. As had he and Jonal.

Ghar Dien led Jonal to the camp set up by Terak and his men. All in all there were 10 men in the encampment, including Ghar Dien, and Zevin. Zevin, the gnome illusionist, as Ghar had told Jonal. The other name Shaka had crossed off on the paper.

As the men settled down to sleep, one lookout was posted, the young archer who had pointed his bow previously at Jonal. All the others went to sleep.

OOC: feel free to make your move Larry. Just one thing. Don't kill Ghar in his sleep. I promised Bozos that he wouldn't go down without a fight.

Larry_OHF

12-31-2005 08:07 PM

Jonal Turamarth 78/78 56/56

Jonal did not go to sleep that night. He had a job to do and this was the time to do it. Nobody suspected anything of him. He had counted 10 men all together. The two targets and their 8 comrades. Terak was the leader of the 8. His two targets were probably the only magic-using folk. He had to be careful around them.

First things first. Take out the only guy that's awake and has a bow. Jonal was skilled in many thievery traits as well as assasinations. He could not remember where he'd got all the training however. His memory had been wiped by a stupid cleric.

Jonal slid the dagger from his belt as he crept along out of his resting place and located the lookout. He had his sword ready beside him in the event that this throw went bad. He steadied himself, breathed in, breathed out...pinched the end of the dagger tip, and threw. The blade twirled soundlessly towards its mark, cutting straight through the throat of the man as it landed home, cutting off his breathing and his blood supply to the brain. There was no sound except the quiet thud of a body falling into the soft earth. Jonal stood very still and listened for any sounds that might mean that somebody wanted to find the source of that thud. None came. He smiled, and turned towards the places where the others slept. Using his expert ability to walk as quietly as he had been trained to, Jonal walked up to each man and cut their throats as they slept. Finally, he had killed 8 men, but the two of importance still slumbered. Where had they laid down at? They were not with the 8 men. Had they used a spell to disguise their sleeping place?

dplax

01-01-2006 11:47 AM

For Jonal:

Unfortunately for Jonal, the last man he killed gave out a small sigh as he breathed his last breath. A sigh, which apparently disturbed the slumber of the two remaining targets, who shifted in their sleep. Jonal could hear slight sounds of movement from two seperate directions, one right in front of him, and the other behind him and towards the left.

Larry_OHF

01-01-2006 11:44 PM

Jonal Turamarth 78/78 56/56

Jonal reacted as fast as he could. He dropped to the ground and laid still hoping that the two awaking slumberers would just roll over and find heavy sleep again if they saw nothing to alarm them. With the two of them on either side of him in the dark, he needed to at least ascertain which of the two was closer or which one of the two would actually come nearer if at all. His best bet was to feign sleep in the dark if neither one of them saw him standing nor saw him fall to the ground. His sword lay under him, clutched in his excited hand. This was getting interesting.

[ 01-01-2006, 11:44 PM: Message edited by: Larry_OHF ]

dplax

01-12-2006 08:47 AM

For Jonal:

The two sleepers did not roll over as Jonal hoped, but luckily for him, neither of them woke up completely. The sounds coming from behind him quietened down nearly immediately, while the ones in front seemed to take a few minutes to cease.

The clouds above were starting to part and the moon was slowly becoming visible baithing the small clearing in an eery light, which only accuentated the death that had, and will occur inside it.

OOC: feel free to make your move as we had discussed Larry. ;)

Larry_OHF

01-20-2006 07:46 PM

Post Option 1

Jonal Turamarth 78/78 56/56

Jonal looked at the scene of death that lay before him. All but two were dead in this team. Poor fools. Jonal had no fight with any of them, and was only hired to kill two specific people...but, their lives had to be taken. He could not afford to leave anybody behind to challenge him later.

He knew nothing of this gnome illusionist that Ghar had told him about. Zevin. Another stupid magic-wielder. Great. At length, Jonal decided that it would be Zevin to die first, since he owed a special death to Ghar.

He crept along, being extra careful now that the moon was adding light to the scenario. For Zevin, doom was tolling.

There he lay...asleep. He did not look like a gnome. He was too large. Why then was he called a gnome? He decided that since Ghar was the only other one to kill, and that the fool would not run from the challenge, Jonal decided to do something that he had never done before. Warn his victim.

Now, dear reader...don't get him wrong. He did not care about a fair fight and all tha rubbish. There was nothing fair in his motive. He wanted to kill Ghar while the man fought against him, and let the fool know that his magic did not save him and that Jonal's skills were superior. The look of defeat in a victim's eyes are so much the better than merely stabbing a sleeping, harmless man.

That's why Zevin was going to have the opportunity to awake to see his own death as well.

Jonal kicked the gnome awake, and Zevin leaped up from where he was, a startled cry erupting from his lips in the moon-bathed camp where everyone that had lain down to sleep would never rise again. Jonal only gave the gnome time to make that startled discovery and flinch as the blade came rushing in, stabbing through the heart and spilling the blood of the gnome to the ground, followed by the carcass. The death of the gnome ended the spell of illusion he had cast upon himself, and so there lay a dead gnome, returned to his natural state of appearance.

Jonal held up the bloodied blade in the moonlight to signal where he was. He waited for Ghar to come to him. 

[ 01-20-2006, 07:51 PM: Message edited by: Larry_OHF ]

Larry_OHF

01-20-2006 07:54 PM

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Jonal wnet to kill teh gnom and cut him through the heart then watied for Ghar to wake up and fight. 

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