Post by Bane on Nov 11, 2005 14:22:35 GMT
The following information will not be known IC by your character... But was written to set the scene of the Campaign.
'....So you see, we have much bigger issues then our feud. We have a chance I think, if we can reach her. Talk some sense into her. I have spoken with the Elves, they have promised a force. We must make her see sense before it is too late. I know you are no fool, In two days Tridikus will be attending a ball. She will be alone within the palace. By the monument midnight. Meet me.
Yours Faithfully...'
She gazed directly at the name at the bottom, feeling a shiver run down her back. Light from the candle flicked across the parchment as she gazed over it one last time. The thought of working with this man brought a mixture of emotions. Anger, intrigue, anticipation. And something else. Something she could not quite put her finger on. She pursed her lips and looked up to the deliverer of the message. The lithe young elf garbed in a long black robe and a heavy dark hood stood patiently, waiting. 'What do you think? Can he be trusted?' She asked him. 'Normally I would say no mistress. But in this situation, I do not think we have much choice. Let me go.' She detected the merest trace of a plea in his voice, it touched her, albeit briefly. 'No Akai. If our 'friend' is right. I think my direct presence will be needed. If I do not return however, you know what you must do. Now leave me.' He nodded, spun smoothly on his heel and left the room locking the door behind him.
Alone now, she held the letter over the candle, watching the flames writhe over the parchment. Standing smoothly she wandered over into a back room, standing before a full length mirror gazing at her pale reflection. The paleness of her skin was only emphasized by her raven black hair and dark dress. The hour was late and she was tired, slipping out of her dress she stood naked and looked back into the mirror. Her body was well shaped, long legged and lithe, full well rounded breasts, and her face delicately chiselled, perfect in every line. She was beautiful and she knew it.
Walking back to her desk she thought again of the letter, feeling that same tingle down her back, it left an uneasy feeling in her stomach. Blowing out the candle, darkness engulfed the room and she walked back climbing into her bed. and in that moment she knew the emotion she could not put her finger on...
It was fear.
She arrived at the monument ten minutes to midnight, there was no one in sight. Truth be told, she didn’t expect him to be here yet. He said midnight, and midnight would be when he arrived. she was glad however of the few minutes she had to prepare herself. Looking around, she examined the clearing. this was a fine place for an ambush. The monument stood in a circular clearing, thirty meters in diameter. It was bordered by ramshackle housing, each with a number of dark windows, separated by many dark and twisting alleyways. A hidden crossbowman could be hidden in any one of them. or more she thought. She smiled then. You are meeting with a man with the power to have you kill yourself just by speaking it and you are worrying over the possibility of a fool with a crossbow.
Pushing such sombre thoughts from her mind she looked up to the monument. The statue depicted a kindly looking man holding a book, smiling and looking down. She knew from history that this man was one of the founders of the town, the statue was erected in the town square in memory of him after he died battling a harsh fever. Now it was the centre of a slummish district, subject to vandalism and the ravages of time. The town clock chimed in the distance and a flock of birds took to the skies. She drew in a deep breath, closing her eyes focusing the task at hand. Her features hardened and she opened her eyes to see a dark robed man walking towards her.
Fifteen minutes earlier, in a small room overlooking the clearing a dark figure stood deep in thought. He wore a thick leather jacket, laced up tight at the front, Leather leggings and knee-length boots. All the leather had been dyed a dull black and red and then oiled. Draped over his shoulders was a long black cloak, clasped at the neck with a blood-red gem. For a renown spell caster he had a warrior-look about him. Broad in the shoulders and chest. But the real power of his image was in his face. Deep set eyes, the iris almost as dark as the pupil, making it near impossible to tell where the two connected. Square jawed, yet fine delicate features of the young. His whole image imposing, yet with an underlying arrogance. He was deep in thought, thoughts of his past, though more dominant where the thoughts of things to come. He was a powerful spell caster, but not a Seer. It took no great amount of power or intellect however, to judge the outcome of events to unfold, knowing what he did. He had come to this world, to escape his fate. The irony of landing in a world and facing the same fate galled him. He glanced down at the monument and saw she had arrived. If his fate was galling, then having to ask, and accept help from the woman was infuriating. In his moment of desperation he had told the assassin they could work together against this new threat. The idea was not a bad one, she would be a useful tool. Now as he looked down at her he wondered if she could even be used at all. He saw and felt the fear within her. The thought to simply kill her here and now was beyond tempting. He had no doubts as to his ability to do it. Still, doubt lingered in his mind. From his viewpoint he could see the town clock, one minute to midnight. He swiftly left the room, down a flight of steps and emerging quietly into a side street. The clock chimed, and he saw her close her eyes. she knew he was coming, and he felt her fear flicker. Angry now, he walked out into the clearing, the fear sickened him. He would kill this woman as he should have done a long time ago. Her eyes flashed open and met his own in a fierce gaze. gone was the fear, replaced by a cold relentless determination. He smiled then. Perhaps killing her can wait.
"Right on time" she spoke, her voice cool and even. "Do you care then, to tell me exactly what you know?". He did not stop, instead he walked right by her. "We do not have long, I shall tell you more as we walk." He replied. Masking her irritation she walked off after him.
After some time he began to speak in a low voice. "You have sensed his energy just as I have. I have been searching beyond the gateways for any clue as to where he came from. As yet I’ve had no luck"
"Of course not. He didn’t come through the gateways." Her response surprised him, and he faltered slightly in his step. She spotted it and continued with a grin. "He has been here the whole time. He was simply warded. His energy masked by spell and distance. He is from the south." "And How did you come by this information?" Her grin reached her eyes and she quickened her pace coming alongside him. "My people are not without power in such matters Necromancer. But this new threat dwarves our own power. And we both know it does not have peaceful intentions." He nodded. "We will warn her. Then we can begin preparations for war."
They came at last to the palace, skirting the wall until they came behind the rear gardens. The wall was at least twice the height of the average man. With no visible way up. Looking to her companion the woman grinned, bent her knee’s and powered herself up, leaping to grab the ledge and ease herself to the top. The man watched on as she made the impossible jump, then extended his arm up to her. Reaching down she hauled him up to meet her with impossible strength. Turning, she leapt from the wall landing neatly with a bounce, her companion landing heavily then moving to join her behind a low wall.
The gardens where quiet, with no one in sight. Easing from their hiding place the two strolled across the garden to a side door leading into the palace kitchens. These where also deserted. “Tridikus has most of his men with him at the ball… The only resistance will be at the main gate, and the inner chambers.” “Well, we are past the gate… That leaves the inner chambers. Lead on” She replied, and they made their way up through the palace.
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'....So you see, we have much bigger issues then our feud. We have a chance I think, if we can reach her. Talk some sense into her. I have spoken with the Elves, they have promised a force. We must make her see sense before it is too late. I know you are no fool, In two days Tridikus will be attending a ball. She will be alone within the palace. By the monument midnight. Meet me.
Yours Faithfully...'
She gazed directly at the name at the bottom, feeling a shiver run down her back. Light from the candle flicked across the parchment as she gazed over it one last time. The thought of working with this man brought a mixture of emotions. Anger, intrigue, anticipation. And something else. Something she could not quite put her finger on. She pursed her lips and looked up to the deliverer of the message. The lithe young elf garbed in a long black robe and a heavy dark hood stood patiently, waiting. 'What do you think? Can he be trusted?' She asked him. 'Normally I would say no mistress. But in this situation, I do not think we have much choice. Let me go.' She detected the merest trace of a plea in his voice, it touched her, albeit briefly. 'No Akai. If our 'friend' is right. I think my direct presence will be needed. If I do not return however, you know what you must do. Now leave me.' He nodded, spun smoothly on his heel and left the room locking the door behind him.
Alone now, she held the letter over the candle, watching the flames writhe over the parchment. Standing smoothly she wandered over into a back room, standing before a full length mirror gazing at her pale reflection. The paleness of her skin was only emphasized by her raven black hair and dark dress. The hour was late and she was tired, slipping out of her dress she stood naked and looked back into the mirror. Her body was well shaped, long legged and lithe, full well rounded breasts, and her face delicately chiselled, perfect in every line. She was beautiful and she knew it.
Walking back to her desk she thought again of the letter, feeling that same tingle down her back, it left an uneasy feeling in her stomach. Blowing out the candle, darkness engulfed the room and she walked back climbing into her bed. and in that moment she knew the emotion she could not put her finger on...
It was fear.
She arrived at the monument ten minutes to midnight, there was no one in sight. Truth be told, she didn’t expect him to be here yet. He said midnight, and midnight would be when he arrived. she was glad however of the few minutes she had to prepare herself. Looking around, she examined the clearing. this was a fine place for an ambush. The monument stood in a circular clearing, thirty meters in diameter. It was bordered by ramshackle housing, each with a number of dark windows, separated by many dark and twisting alleyways. A hidden crossbowman could be hidden in any one of them. or more she thought. She smiled then. You are meeting with a man with the power to have you kill yourself just by speaking it and you are worrying over the possibility of a fool with a crossbow.
Pushing such sombre thoughts from her mind she looked up to the monument. The statue depicted a kindly looking man holding a book, smiling and looking down. She knew from history that this man was one of the founders of the town, the statue was erected in the town square in memory of him after he died battling a harsh fever. Now it was the centre of a slummish district, subject to vandalism and the ravages of time. The town clock chimed in the distance and a flock of birds took to the skies. She drew in a deep breath, closing her eyes focusing the task at hand. Her features hardened and she opened her eyes to see a dark robed man walking towards her.
Fifteen minutes earlier, in a small room overlooking the clearing a dark figure stood deep in thought. He wore a thick leather jacket, laced up tight at the front, Leather leggings and knee-length boots. All the leather had been dyed a dull black and red and then oiled. Draped over his shoulders was a long black cloak, clasped at the neck with a blood-red gem. For a renown spell caster he had a warrior-look about him. Broad in the shoulders and chest. But the real power of his image was in his face. Deep set eyes, the iris almost as dark as the pupil, making it near impossible to tell where the two connected. Square jawed, yet fine delicate features of the young. His whole image imposing, yet with an underlying arrogance. He was deep in thought, thoughts of his past, though more dominant where the thoughts of things to come. He was a powerful spell caster, but not a Seer. It took no great amount of power or intellect however, to judge the outcome of events to unfold, knowing what he did. He had come to this world, to escape his fate. The irony of landing in a world and facing the same fate galled him. He glanced down at the monument and saw she had arrived. If his fate was galling, then having to ask, and accept help from the woman was infuriating. In his moment of desperation he had told the assassin they could work together against this new threat. The idea was not a bad one, she would be a useful tool. Now as he looked down at her he wondered if she could even be used at all. He saw and felt the fear within her. The thought to simply kill her here and now was beyond tempting. He had no doubts as to his ability to do it. Still, doubt lingered in his mind. From his viewpoint he could see the town clock, one minute to midnight. He swiftly left the room, down a flight of steps and emerging quietly into a side street. The clock chimed, and he saw her close her eyes. she knew he was coming, and he felt her fear flicker. Angry now, he walked out into the clearing, the fear sickened him. He would kill this woman as he should have done a long time ago. Her eyes flashed open and met his own in a fierce gaze. gone was the fear, replaced by a cold relentless determination. He smiled then. Perhaps killing her can wait.
"Right on time" she spoke, her voice cool and even. "Do you care then, to tell me exactly what you know?". He did not stop, instead he walked right by her. "We do not have long, I shall tell you more as we walk." He replied. Masking her irritation she walked off after him.
After some time he began to speak in a low voice. "You have sensed his energy just as I have. I have been searching beyond the gateways for any clue as to where he came from. As yet I’ve had no luck"
"Of course not. He didn’t come through the gateways." Her response surprised him, and he faltered slightly in his step. She spotted it and continued with a grin. "He has been here the whole time. He was simply warded. His energy masked by spell and distance. He is from the south." "And How did you come by this information?" Her grin reached her eyes and she quickened her pace coming alongside him. "My people are not without power in such matters Necromancer. But this new threat dwarves our own power. And we both know it does not have peaceful intentions." He nodded. "We will warn her. Then we can begin preparations for war."
They came at last to the palace, skirting the wall until they came behind the rear gardens. The wall was at least twice the height of the average man. With no visible way up. Looking to her companion the woman grinned, bent her knee’s and powered herself up, leaping to grab the ledge and ease herself to the top. The man watched on as she made the impossible jump, then extended his arm up to her. Reaching down she hauled him up to meet her with impossible strength. Turning, she leapt from the wall landing neatly with a bounce, her companion landing heavily then moving to join her behind a low wall.
The gardens where quiet, with no one in sight. Easing from their hiding place the two strolled across the garden to a side door leading into the palace kitchens. These where also deserted. “Tridikus has most of his men with him at the ball… The only resistance will be at the main gate, and the inner chambers.” “Well, we are past the gate… That leaves the inner chambers. Lead on” She replied, and they made their way up through the palace.
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