<font color=green>Andrion Wilgor 60/60

Damn that stupid goblin Andrion thought to himself. However he did not have any time to think about the situation and had to act. While the illusion of the Reaper had been talking Andrion put his hand into his pocket and took out a handkerchief. And hidden in the handkerchief, his amulet. As soon as the hologram started to fade Andrion slipped the amulet around his neck. The merchant disappeared, but knowing the negative effect of the amulet Andrion had to act fast. </font>(OOC: anyone susceptible to magic can feel the amulet's power)<font color=green>

He knew that his dark master's aim was for Larry Silverfall to die. It was now nearly certain that his mission to convince the Inquisitor had failed. From the corner of his eye Andrion even saw the Scraag whispering something to him. They were all unimportant. Andrion started swiftly walking towards the sitting Silverfall, with his dagger now in his hand, aiming to kill the ranger.</font>

EDIT: read the post about this post in the discussion thread before replying to this.

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Vincent Pathfinder 98/98

Watching as everyone moved about, just out of hearing distance he could barely make out what was being said. Seeing the Inquisitor talking to a merchant and Goblin as well he eyed the strange troupe. The goblin was grovelling at the armored mans feet and holding up what looked to be a small pouch. After a bit of conversation amongst them the pouch was opened by the looks of it and people started gather. An odd voice could be heard but he couldnt make it out very well.
He saw Larry sit and saw some of the members from the candle team, plus a new person who seemed to be with them. Vincent shifted slightly as this new person walked over to Larry and drew his arrow back incase anything transpired. The merchant seemed to be distressed as well at what just happend and started to fidgit as he reached into his pockets. The crowd started gather a bit more while Larry stared blankly ahead of himself. Vincent scanned the crowd and heard a slight gasp from an onlooker as the merchant vanished from sight. " <font color=silver> Damnit </font color=silver>" he cursed out loud where did the merchant go having dealt with invisables before he knew to at least look for possible footsteps but had no reason to think ill will was afoot, he may have just been afraid of the goblin, or maybe not. Putting the arrow back into the quiver he left his vantage point and decided to go pick Larry up and find out what was happening. People were gathering, the merchant disappeared and he didnt like the circumstances. He ran to Larry's side. Scanning the ground to look for possible signs.

ooc: I hope that doesnt seem to far fetched, sorry for misunderstanding your post and I hope this doesnt seem biased now.

[ 09-03-2004, 03:27 PM: Message edited by: Elif Godson ]

<font color=#AAAAA> Silt 80/80

Silt spun round as he heard Larry calling him.
Thinking fast he decided it was better to explain a bit later on, when everything wasn't so chaotic and...busy. He didn't want anyone overhearing. He didn't want just anyone to know what happened. Also he was still trying to sort out exactly what had happened, he had just seen Andrion again, and things still weren't quite making sense. Everything wasn't seeming to be clicking together as it usually did in Silt's mind.

"Larry, pick yourself off the ground, you look...so helpless...like a vulnerable little child. Come, let us get out of this chaos and find a quiet corner; we need to talk."

And with that Silt helped Larry up, and started searching for a table.
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<font color=aqua>Larry Silverfall 13/13

Larry was sitting the ground, staring up at Silt, asking why this had befalling them all...when a man that seemed to be with Silt and Rong and Luylfe came up and offered to be of assistance as well. Where were the other two that belonged to this party? Roderik and Andrion? Had they died while trying to protect the candle from being captured?

He noticed taht Vincent had come away from his hiding place and was running toward him. He assumed that this meant that the elf felt that the area was safe from anyone that meant ill-intent. It appeared that Kaylisa's usually perceptive intuition was wrong this time, and she was inside, happily sipping on some exotic beverage no doubt.

Then as he sat there trying to gather all this in, Silt pulled him from the ground and tried to walk him into the tavern.

"ok...ok...I'm coming...but when we can regroup...I am giong after that candle!"

He had obviously forgotten that the inquisitor was there in the crowd of people as well. By now, a large gathering had sprung up...commoners eager to see some excitement, for where this Silverfall guy was, there was always something going on.

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OOC>>>Andrion: See PM!!

OOC: with Larry's agreeal then, here goes.

<font color=green>Andrion Wilgor 60/60

The confusion was great as some people were thinking about what the Reaper's image had said and others were trying to find out where the merchant had gone to. Andrion easily reached the now standing Larry Silverfall. He maneuvered behind him and lifted his dagger. No one knew he was there, no one. He had all the time he wanted to aim and deal the fatal blow. For a brief moment Andrion thought about the possible consequences of his act, but then remembered the rewards he had been promised. The violence with which he struck surprised even himself. The dagger penetrated in between two ribs on the side where the heart is.

As if time had slowed down, while Larry staggered towards the ground Andrion started running still invisible towards the behind of the tavern, where he knew the shadow portal was still open.</font>

<font color=aqua>Larry 1/13

Larry suddenly became heavy in Silt's hold, and fell into his arms. He coughed blood up onto the ground, barely missing Plaxica's feet. Vincent could be heard yelling from somewhere behind him. His vision began to darken and the pain from the stab was now lost in a cold numbness.

<font size=1>"No!...Mis...tral...I...fail...ed!...I..." </font></font>

OOC>>>Not dead yet...can anybody help? Please?


<font color=orchid>Rong

She screamed when she waw what had happened to Larry. Bad fortune followed this guy everywhere, but this was too much! She drew her needle pouch out from the fold in her sleeve and selected the most deadly. Scanning the area, she saw nobody that appeared to be the attacker. Cursing, she ran closer and became part of the circle of people that was surrounding Larry, eager to kill the one that attacked such an innocent person. </font>


<font color=darkgoldenrod>Nanashi

She watched from her vantage point in the treetops, seeing the whole thing. She was angry that she had not been the one to have delivered this boy into her master's eager hands. Instead, somebody else beat her to it. It was just as well. Now she could concentrate on the others that surrounded her brother, and then finally kill him as well. It would be a fun sport to kill everyone he was close to for torture before delivering life's release to him. She began to scheme, and took her attention from the scene below. </font>


OOC>>>I have like 100 characters in this game eh? Might as well add one more, huh?

<font color=purple>Frog 1/1

The little frog sat along the creek-bed that day, oblivious to the world of the humans and elves. Instead, he was more interested in a particular fly that was now hovering nearby. It had not taken but the slightest pause on a lily when the frog stretched out his long tongue and swiped the fly away and into his eager hungry mouth. Satisfied with his meal, he hopped into the water and let his stomach feel the cool mud underneath.</font>

[ 09-03-2004, 10:53 PM: Message edited by: Larry_OHF ]

ooc- darn, I missed so many posts :/ I'm sure Liam or Lyulfe could have done something to prevent the attack.. :/

ic <font color="darkseagreen">Lyulfe</font>

Everything seemed to happen all at once. Distracted by Plaxica and then by the hologram, Lyulfe didn't notice the seemingly harmless merchant disappear into thin air. His attention was alerted when Larry gasped painfully and collapsed, clutching his bloody side.

<font color="darkseagreen">"Everyone, move! Give him space!"</font> The crowd grudgingly shifted to give the azure-eyed elf access to the fatally wounded man. Quickly checking him over, he ordered the others nearby. <font color="darkseagreen">"Silt, help me get him inside and to a room. I will have to try to help him immediately. Andrion, try and clear away the crowd. We don't want to attract any more attention. Rong, try and find that merchant from before."</font>

As quickly as the crisis had arisen, Lyulfe strove to help the ill-fated man from the brink of death. With help from Silt, he was able to bring the unconscious Larry into the tavern and lie him on a bed.

<font color="darkseagreen">"I require that no one disturb me, so that my concentration not be broken,"</font> he said to Silt. Once he was alone and the door was closed and locked, Lyulfe turned towards Larry. <font color="darkseagreen">"Well here goes nothing,"</font> he muttered to himself.

The room became filled with flashes of violet and azure, as Lyulfe's form seemed to melt and stretch. The walls of the small room seemed to bend to contain the new form, yet at the same time it looked no larger than before. Lyulfe began to sing in a strangely musical hum, and he reached down inside himself for the link to his other half. <font color="skyblue">Don't worry, I will help you...</font> the whisper brushed across his mind, and Lyulfe smiled as he felt his music swell and grow in strength.

<font color="goldenrod">Liam</font>

Liam growled in the back of his throat as Larry went down. Unlike the others, he had not been distracted. There was more than one tainted scent in the air besides the goblin, and they had all realised too late that the merchant had not been as innocent as he had appeared to be.

Nostrils flaring, the tall aristocrat easily slipped away through the crowd, quickly catching up to the escaping merchant.

<font color="goldenrod">"Yourr physical forrm may be cloaked frrom my sight, but yourr evil can neverr be hidden,"</font> Liam growled.

He found himself towards the back of the tavern, empty of people. Clenching his fists, he touched pressure mechanisms, causing the lethal blades of his bugnuk to pop out into place with a dangerous "shniik" of steel.

Gathering himself for a moment, his eyes narrowed as he sensed another approaching, and then he leapt at the man, weapons and eyes gleaming with intent.

<font color=red>Plaxica 70/70

Something had gone horribly wrong. The man he had barely known was now mortally wounded. Plaxica scanned the area around them, but could not see any visible attacker. A feeling of uselessness drifted over him. Whoever had commited this attack wanted to get out alive. Determination flared suddenly in Plaxica's eyes and to the astonished gasps of the crowd now gathered around the area he shifted into his owl form.

Flying up into the air he sniffed the air. Strange smells could be felt in the air. Plaxica smellt dragons, tigers and other strange creatures among all of the humans. However it was one of the human smells which interested him most. He had felt it when he had followed the two who had stolen the candle. Finishing his circling suddenly he swooped downwards and landed on the roof of the tavern facing the back of it. Another approached from the front of the tavern, with blades in his hands. Plaxica did not know whether it was foe or friend, but did not care. He could clearly smell the one who had commited the attack and was determined not to let him go.

He shifted back into his human shape and prepared to jump on the assassin.</font>

<font color=orange>Inquisitor Marcos of Snowdale - 98/98

The commotion behind him was hard to miss. Even as he completed his first analysis of the Reaper's words, the inquisitor turned to deal with this new situation. Whispers of Silverfall and his sudden state were all about.

The inquisitor was not particularly worried for him. If the man was to die, that would be the end of his order's concerns regarding Silverfall's ties with the Shadow. If he lived, Marcos would still be ready to do his job.

He was more interested in learning who had struck him down, or rather, why. Though noone had seen a blow struck, there were at least five suspects and many more possible slayers.

The inquisitor barred thoughts of poison darts and hidden attackers while he concentrated on what he knew first.

There was Silt. He had taken the body indoors, quite possibly to finish his job.
There was Plaxica. The man had turned into a beast through some foul sorcery, and had flown off.
There was Vincent, the third man to be closeby at the time Silverfall fell.

The other two suspects were the Reaper, perhaps somehow linked to his image, and the Shadow itself. There was no telling how the latter's influence spread.

It was this he was most concerned of. It was a trick well known to victimise a person to 'prove' his innocense. Normally Marcos would call the bluff on the spot, but in this case, he could not afford to. There was always the slight chance Larry Silverfall was, indeed, a victim in this. Why then would the Shadow slay him if not he was a threat? If this man was in fact a weapon to be used against the Shadow, his death would be most inconvenient.

The inquisitor addressed the crowd.

"I am inquisitor Marcos of Snowdale.

"Hear my words.
"Remember this day for I may well ask you to recount its events. And I trust you give me a full and detailed description of what has passed here.

"There is a killer out amongst you and the killer will be found.
"For now, go to your homes without argument. There is little to learn and much evidence to obscure, your presence would do no good."

He then turned to Vincent.

"You will come with me, and we shall walk into the tavern. There you will answer my questions."
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[ 09-06-2004, 04:31 AM: Message edited by: Legolas ]