Would you take that axe out of his head already!
Elenbrand checked with one of the servants at Arkhad's family estate, "Any word for me or messages from Grendel or anything with the King's seal?" Stammering the servant stepped back, "No message...no message." El smirked in disdain at the servant bringing back feelings of contempt and racism he felt for Haradian's that couldn't speak the King's language properly. While he didn't trust the servant's answer there was nothing he could do. Waving off the servant in disgust El hoped that the letter he had written had indeed gotten through to the new King of Gondor, Aragorn.
Almost forgotten with the letter was the actual shipment of ancient texts that was shipped to Grendel along with the note Muriel had penned. There was a stark contrast between the beautifully flowing script and the sour Sorcerer at the end of the quill but the letter to Grendel was liable to get some reaction. He would now know of the recovered shards. Hopefully the arrangements that he and the rest of the "Agents of the King", as the rumor mill was now calling their group, would re-instate their former master and allow him to continue his teachings and research.
El set up the tin cans at the corner of his door after checking the window. Despite the stifling heat he knew better than to keep the window open especially after taking out a group of the thieves guild.
Throwing off the covers with a sigh El strapped on his sweet ax and breastplate in short order. The running and screaming of servants at this late hour was sure to mean there were some repercussions from their activities earlier in the day...El had thought of it the day before but nothing was going to stop him from moving forward on getting the magic back....nothing.
"Hmm, messy, obviously didn't use the right weapon for the job!" piped in Elenbrand coldly as he survey the massacred body of Arkhad's brother lying headless in his bed. "He must have had his window open...idiot." Returning to bed El finally fell asleep...."good, there shouldn't be anything else tonight",he thought.
The next day brought the flurry of activity typically found with being a family marked for death by the assasins guild.....well it played into where the next shard was to be found so things were falling into place as far as El was concerned albeit he could do without all the screaming and uproar.
The group was assembled as the second surprise in the last day arrived at the front door. The former Mentor and instructor Grendel swept aside the servants excitedly as he ran for the group.."You have one, you have one.....let me see...let me see it!!" Moving to the library Grendel reveled in the warmth of the two shards that the Agents of the King had recovered....yes...two shards. Pointing to sections in the books he had brought with him the old coger was barely intelligible as he ruminated about the discoveries and research that was now possible.
El brought the Wizard back to reality as he plucked the shards from his former master's hands and returned them to Arkhad and Muriel. El shrugged as Grendel looked at him with an accusing and hurt look. "You disgrace me, I have never....Uh...." In disgust the Wizard stormed out of the compound as the rest of the group looked at El with a mixture of relief and annoyance.
"Hey, don't look at me that way. Someone had to do it. How else we gonna get these Assasins?"
The best laid plan was put aside as later that evening a dagger pinned to the door of the Arkhad family estate 'invited' the group to a meeting of 'associates' where they would have an opportunity to give the shards to the Assasin't guild in return for their former master's safe return.....Grendel was their bait.
One of the largest inns proved to be the meeting place as Arkhad and Muriel cast their spells which would hopefully be the groups key advantage should any foul play be found.
Tyrion's efforts to go in and perform some advance reconiscance fail miserably as he invited over to the Assasins booth prematurely to the annoyance of Muriel who blending into the walls was effectively invisible.
As mead loosened Tyrion's tongue seated with the Assasins, with Grendel between them, Arkhad, Keliel, and Elenbrand enter and seat themselves across from the Assasins.
Surprised by El and Arkhad's brash opening remarks the lid is quickly removed from the can of surprises the assasins had in store as the visage of Grendel quickly fades to reveal another foe. Regardless, while the surprised look on El's face would have normally been enough for him to sit and drool for a few critical moments the spell which Muriel had given him quickly snapped him out of his surprise only to surprise the foes in turn by jumping on the table quickly with the large sweet axe already coming in for a great blow on the leader.
Chaos erupted in the tavern as the first crushing blow to the lead assasins head was delivered. Bloody but smiling El quickly shoved the recovered shard into his belt and assessed the past few heartbeats....3 quick kills....avoided 3 poisonous daggers....brown boy aka Arkhad nailed with a dagger because he was trying to be a hero instead of ducking behind cover.
El grabbed his brown skinned friend's unconscious body by the scruff of his tunic. Hmm...what now?
Almost forgotten with the letter was the actual shipment of ancient texts that was shipped to Grendel along with the note Muriel had penned. There was a stark contrast between the beautifully flowing script and the sour Sorcerer at the end of the quill but the letter to Grendel was liable to get some reaction. He would now know of the recovered shards. Hopefully the arrangements that he and the rest of the "Agents of the King", as the rumor mill was now calling their group, would re-instate their former master and allow him to continue his teachings and research.
El set up the tin cans at the corner of his door after checking the window. Despite the stifling heat he knew better than to keep the window open especially after taking out a group of the thieves guild.
Throwing off the covers with a sigh El strapped on his sweet ax and breastplate in short order. The running and screaming of servants at this late hour was sure to mean there were some repercussions from their activities earlier in the day...El had thought of it the day before but nothing was going to stop him from moving forward on getting the magic back....nothing.
"Hmm, messy, obviously didn't use the right weapon for the job!" piped in Elenbrand coldly as he survey the massacred body of Arkhad's brother lying headless in his bed. "He must have had his window open...idiot." Returning to bed El finally fell asleep...."good, there shouldn't be anything else tonight",he thought.
The next day brought the flurry of activity typically found with being a family marked for death by the assasins guild.....well it played into where the next shard was to be found so things were falling into place as far as El was concerned albeit he could do without all the screaming and uproar.
The group was assembled as the second surprise in the last day arrived at the front door. The former Mentor and instructor Grendel swept aside the servants excitedly as he ran for the group.."You have one, you have one.....let me see...let me see it!!" Moving to the library Grendel reveled in the warmth of the two shards that the Agents of the King had recovered....yes...two shards. Pointing to sections in the books he had brought with him the old coger was barely intelligible as he ruminated about the discoveries and research that was now possible.
El brought the Wizard back to reality as he plucked the shards from his former master's hands and returned them to Arkhad and Muriel. El shrugged as Grendel looked at him with an accusing and hurt look. "You disgrace me, I have never....Uh...." In disgust the Wizard stormed out of the compound as the rest of the group looked at El with a mixture of relief and annoyance.
"Hey, don't look at me that way. Someone had to do it. How else we gonna get these Assasins?"
The best laid plan was put aside as later that evening a dagger pinned to the door of the Arkhad family estate 'invited' the group to a meeting of 'associates' where they would have an opportunity to give the shards to the Assasin't guild in return for their former master's safe return.....Grendel was their bait.
One of the largest inns proved to be the meeting place as Arkhad and Muriel cast their spells which would hopefully be the groups key advantage should any foul play be found.
Tyrion's efforts to go in and perform some advance reconiscance fail miserably as he invited over to the Assasins booth prematurely to the annoyance of Muriel who blending into the walls was effectively invisible.
As mead loosened Tyrion's tongue seated with the Assasins, with Grendel between them, Arkhad, Keliel, and Elenbrand enter and seat themselves across from the Assasins.
Surprised by El and Arkhad's brash opening remarks the lid is quickly removed from the can of surprises the assasins had in store as the visage of Grendel quickly fades to reveal another foe. Regardless, while the surprised look on El's face would have normally been enough for him to sit and drool for a few critical moments the spell which Muriel had given him quickly snapped him out of his surprise only to surprise the foes in turn by jumping on the table quickly with the large sweet axe already coming in for a great blow on the leader.
Chaos erupted in the tavern as the first crushing blow to the lead assasins head was delivered. Bloody but smiling El quickly shoved the recovered shard into his belt and assessed the past few heartbeats....3 quick kills....avoided 3 poisonous daggers....brown boy aka Arkhad nailed with a dagger because he was trying to be a hero instead of ducking behind cover.
El grabbed his brown skinned friend's unconscious body by the scruff of his tunic. Hmm...what now?
posted by Traxx | 6:20 PM
|
0 comments
