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Post by phrostphyre on Aug 28, 2010 18:37:28 GMT -5
The rain had driven all but the hardiest men inside, and even then, those still out wore heavy cloaks to muffle the driving rain. In the door way of a warehouse, two men were arguing. The short, squat one seemed to think the tall one's price offered for using the warehouse to store his smuggled liquor outrageous. Tall man was trying to sway him, but to no avail. Giving up, he offered a higher price; Shorty accepted, then spoke in hushed tones about something 'interesting'. Apparently, young girls were disappearing, never to be seen again. The tall man listened interestedly, and then nodded and stepped out of the doorway. He was wearing a kilt, in a bright red pattern. There was material going from the kilt over his shoulder. Wrapping himself in this extra material, the plaid, he took off at a brisk walk for the nearest alehouse.
Entering it, the tall man unshrouded himself and took a seat at the bar, and began listening to rumors. About ten confirmed what the owner of the warehouse had said: Young girls were disappearing, and no one ever saw them again. The red hair that was loose around his neck told that he was from another land, in case the accent, kilt, and language didn't clue you in. Apparently, there was a rich man in the city that was enjoying a good nights sleep. Most rich politicians didn't sleep like that unless they had gotten their rocks off. Convel MacTire would hunt this man down and 'question' him as to the disappearances. Having been ripped from his family, he knew what it was to never see them again. Standing, he thanked the barman and left.
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Mali
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Post by Mali on Aug 28, 2010 19:28:42 GMT -5
This was horrible. She had no idea where she was, but it was cramped. Mali had just been rescued and returned to camp when she had been taken again! It was strange, how she was captured. Of course, the kidnapper didn’t haste in the deed and picked up Kunnandi as well. It seemed, they were the victim to many sessions of kidnap and fear. It was horrible to think that so many people would want to take her for ulterior motives. Mali tried to move in whatever it was that held her, but found it very cramped and small. It was as if she as in some sort of cage. Kunna tried to crawl through the metal contraption but found that his wings, even when tucked in, didn’t allow him to escape the imprisonment.
He whimpered to her and all she could do was reassuringly run her hand down his back. It was a simple gesture, like petting a cat, but he knew what she meant. They were now capable to speak to each other using words. He didn’t understand every word, but he knew a great majority of them. Looking around the room that they were in, Mali judged that it was dark and cold. She didn’t want to think that she was in some form of dungeon; dungeons were scary and dreadful places. That’s when she heard someone moan from across the room. Her ears twitched and her tail thumped against the ground in curiosity and intrigue. Who was here with her?
”Hello? Is someone else down here?” it was simple question, one which should receive a simple answer, obviously if there was someone else down there. Kunna looked up at her and shook his head.
[/size] ”I don’t think anyone will answer,” Kunna told her simply. He believed that they weren’t captured for any reason, but simply because she was a weak girl who had a dragon. It was purely a matter of chance and being in the wrong place at the wrong time.
“I’m here, who are you?” Mali’s ears picked up and her tail swung about her. She hadn’t even thought to see if someone else was down here with her. She had been too confused or sad to think of the idea. She hadn’t seen anyone since she was taken, so it hadn’t occurred to her that someone else would be down here. Sniffing the air, she was confused when she smelt another werecat. It was far too coincidental to find another werecat trapped down here. Upon further sniffing, she realised that they weren’t the only two down here.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]
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Post by Kite on Aug 31, 2010 0:02:36 GMT -5
*Wrex looks out of the window in his estate's basement, looking into the former crypt where he now kept his collection of Werecats, and smiles at the sight, the dozens of cages and the sounds of speaking from the newest piece of his collection delighting him. She was a pretty one, she was. He would enjoy subjugating her like he had the other ones. She was special, with a dragon, but he was supremely confident after so much practice. There was no cat he couldn't subjugate. His servants would watch over the dragon and make sure the lizard thing wouldn't break loose and attack towards them as he did his business, and he would be carefree in his enjoyment of both cat women, and young girls. Ahhhh, the glory of being a rich noble in a loose city.
He takes a small drink from his finger of scotch, and swirls it in his mouth thoughtfully before swallowing it, feeling the lovely burn trickle down his throat and throws his head back with a sigh. He was going to turn in, but decided against that. There isn't, after all, any rest for the wicked.
At least until they close their eyes for good, that is.
He walks to the door, and opens it, sticking his head and speaking to his servant, ordering him to bring up his newest piece for her first session, and to have the staff watch the dragon carefully. Away from him.*
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*Daran had heard from his informant, the same one the Alban had used in fact, that the Alban man had asked about the disappearances. This made him a person of interest, so he followed the Alban's footsteps to the bar he occupied. As he stepped into the seedy bar, he found it easy to spot his tall, oddly dressed target.
The man had, frankly, just chosen the wrong time to get involved. Daran had been tasked to this case while Salmissra was away getting Dragon specific training, and he had actually located the man. He just needed a chance to get in, and now had one. He could use the Alban in two ways, and would probably use both. He could question him and get his information on the case so far, and they could use him as a ruse to enter the great house of Court Baron Wrex and wreak havoc with the man.
However, that meant following him and catching up with him. This man fit the description of an Alban Daran's best friend Don had met after a raid alone on the soil of the Empire. That meant that he was strong and skilled but, Don had revealed, vulnerable to magic and skill. While the Alban was sure to have skill with his odd weaponry, Daran was an Imperial rider and a life long mercenary before that.
Daran would be amazed if he did not overcome this man to speak to him, should it come to that.
However, that was never sure, so he was on his toes. He walks up to the bar and orders a single shot of vodka. It was a severe drink, but it gave a certain satisfaction when he doesn't want to get hammered but still has to drink some.
As the man in a kilt leaves the bar, Daran pays and leaves with him. He acting stumbles into the Alban, and braces himself by grabbing his shoulder and pushing himself off and, instead of saying "Oh, I'm sorry", Daran speaks softly a different, fairly corny phrase to top the corny tactic.*
We need to talk, Alban. About the kidnapped girls.
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phrostphyre
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Post by phrostphyre on Aug 31, 2010 17:30:24 GMT -5
As Convel left, someone had stumbled into him and said; "We need to talk, Alban. About the kidnapped girls." Instead of being phased, Convel replied in the same low whisper as he helped the man up.
"Then follow me to a stable where we can speak with out fear of being overheard." Convel led the man to the stable where Donas, his horse, was quartered. The large gray stallion nickered a Convel as he saw him, then snorted at the man behind his master. Ears back, he pawed the ground. Turning, Convel stood beside the horse's head and soothed him in Gaelic.
"Speak, please, friend, if friend is what you are. Time dies as we stand and young girls are being raped."
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Mali
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Post by Mali on Aug 31, 2010 17:33:37 GMT -5
Mali thought it odd to have so many werecats in one room. She wished that she could actually see and talk to them. She could find out about her species with this chance. However, she had to remember that she wasn’t here for leisure. She had been kidnapped and taken, again. It was horrible to think that just after she had been rescued from Galbatorix and the Empire, that someone else would only kidnap her again. This time, she was lucky enough to have not met the kidnapper yet. Although, it did leave her in suspense, she wanted to know why she was here. It was as if her worst fears and greatest curiosities had been granted when someone came into the dark area and opened her cage. Where was she going?
As they took Kunna from her, he started to writhe in the servants arms, trying to reach Mali, as she tried to reach him. Unfortunately, the servants were too strong and carted them off in different directions. If only she had eaten within the past few days, she would have been able to take on the servants and bring Kunna back to her. He whimpered to her. ”Mali, don’t panic, I’ll come back to you. I’ll find you, I promise” Mali nodded her head and hugged him mentally. She knew that he was trying to be strong for her. He was always looking out for her well-being. She loved him and hated the fact that her kidnapper wanted to separate her from her scaly other half. If they wanted to separate them, it wasn’t for their benefit.
Mali was taken to a room, a much brighter room with a man in it. Was this her kidnapper? Staying close to the walls, Mali looked for any hint of where she was. Where had they taken her? It looked as if she were in a bedroom of some sort. Fidgeting nervously, she felt compelled to ask, her voice acting before her brain. “Where have you taken Kunnandi? Why am I here? What do you want with me?” she was clearly scared, her eyes bright with fear and her ears pinned back. Her tail was in her hands and she shook slightly. Kunna tried to calm her down, telling her it would be alright, but it was hard for her to believe him.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]
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Post by Kite on Sept 5, 2010 13:08:06 GMT -5
*Wrex smiles at the young woman as she was lead into the room and looked around. No doubt the young one would be looking around for something to do. Or she was simply curious and was still figuring out what was going on. It was amazing luck that they had even gotten the chance to kidnap the little woman, especially when she was a rider. He would have to give a bonus to the kidnapper. He outdid himself this time, he really did.
Her entire body language was lit up with fear, now that he really took a look. That made him... happy. That was the perfect thing to have. He could make it very comfortable for her, and let her ease into her new roll before he turned the tables. That was always the best way. Keep them off balance. She asks her questions, the standard fare, and he smiles, holding out a glass of water to her that had been set on the small table next to him while she was being escorted up. He then speaks softly and calmly to the frightened little woman.*
Kunnandi is perfectly fine in the care of my servants. He will not be harmed, I swear. You are here because I asked you to be. I enjoy the company of your kind. Werecats are just so wonderfully delightful between their minds and perceptions and their wondrous powers. I would enjoy getting to know you, my dear guest.
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*Daran follows the young Alban to the stable for a quiet conversation. It wasn't the most safe place to talk but, in all honesty, he was not truly worried about discovery. He had his information for the op, even the location. All he wanted was anything miscellaneous that the Alban might know and the man's help for his plan. He spoke softly to the man after his command, tilting his head.*
Yes, they are, but we must be calm, lest we screw up and lose the need for breath. I am Daran Vorandeer, and I am the agent heading up the investigation for the Empire. I heard word of you searching around, and decided to talk to you now. I need to know what you know, and then we can move on. I have a plan, and I'll fill you in after you tell me what you know.
*He left back the facts that he was a rider, and that he already knew the man from his "brother", but those were not important things as of yet. He taps his feet a little, waiting for the man's response.*
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Post by phrostphyre on Sept 6, 2010 12:15:54 GMT -5
"Yes, they are, but we must be calm, lest we screw up and lose the need for breath. I am Daran Vorandeer, and I am the agent heading up the investigation for the Empire. I heard word of you searching around, and decided to talk to you now. I need to know what you know, and then we can move on. I have a plan, and I'll fill you in after you tell me what you know."
Convel nodded; the man spoke wise words. He stooped and tightened the straps of his boots as he spoke; he would probably be doing some running.
"Maybe fifteen girls, all fairly young, have disappeared. Even though they're waifs, people ken they've disappeared in that several of them had friends who know they're gone. Others are regular customers at surprisingly enough, fish stands. Maybe five are gone from this town; the other ten have been taken from other cities. There's a noble with a large estate outside town; he hasn't been seen in town since the first girl disappeared. If your plan is better than firing the stables, let me ken, aye?" Convel stood back up and rolled his shoulders. He was ready. Ready for what, he didn't know. But his skin tingled with anticipation for the coming fight; while Convel didn't enjoy killing, a good fight was always fun.
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Post by Mali on Sept 7, 2010 12:23:17 GMT -5
Mali didn’t trust this man. Something about him told her not to even think of trusting him. It was an instinct she had that warned her that he was a bad person, but either way, she wouldn’t let him get too close to her for a long while. Although, it would be hard for her not to trust him, as she did tend to trust a little too easily sometimes. That’s another reason that Convel was able to kidnap her for the Empire. As the man pushed over a glass of water, she looked at it suspiciously. She didn’t trust the water. What could he have placed in it? Could there be drugs in there?
She slowly walked forward, still afraid, and picked up the glass of water. Sniffing it, she couldn’t smell anything different with it. However, there were drugs out there that didn’t have a smell. And if he wanted to drug the water, only an idiot would use a drug that she would easily detect. As she was told that Kunnandi was safe and that he only wanted to get to know her better, she knew this was a lie. If he honestly wanted to get to know her as a friend, he wouldn’t have kidnapped her and placed her in a cage in a dungeon. He was lying to her. ”I don’t trust this water. Will you take a drink first, so I know it’s safe” She fidgeted, scared to get too close to him. Kunna told her mentally that she would have to and that she was doing the right thing, having him taste it first. He praised her and confirmed that he wasn’t harmed. He also assured her that he was trying to find a way back to her.
Placing the glass on the table, she pushed it back over to the man, waiting for him to do as she asked. She wouldn’t drink from the glass unless he did. No matter how kind he sounded, he wasn’t trustworthy. “If you wanted to get to know me, why did you kidnap me and place me in a cage? Why didn’t you just ask me to dinner or something. You’re lying to me.” She frowned and shook a bit, a cool breeze wafting through the room. Maybe Mali should have kept her mouth shut, but it was too late now to be regretting what she had said. She knew he was lying to her and because of that, she called him out on it. The worst he could do is harm her, and even then she would only become more afraid of him.
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Post by Kite on Sept 7, 2010 21:04:30 GMT -5
*Wrex smiles as she asks him to take a drink first, and then shrugs. He reachs for the glass and takes a drink of the water, letting the lovely stuff roll down his throat. Rehydrated him after the small amount of alcohol he had drank earlier. It wasn't drugged, that would be silly. How could he gain trust and enjoyment with drugs. Sure, it would work for a little bit but it would turn her later on. He slips it back to her and smiles again.
She wasn't totally wrong, of course. There was in fact more that he wanted, but he likes easing into things. He doesn't want to move too fast. Ruins the fun. He then smiles at the woman happily.*
I am not lying to you. I honestly want to get to know you, and to be honest, I have never gotten anywhere asking for people to come to dinner, so i insist. I don't mean to cage you up, I even have guest rooms if you would like...
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*Daran nods, and smiles at the young man as he mulls that over. He knew all of these things, of course, but that was little surprised. Daran had been on this case for a little while, and he was if nothing else thorough. However, the Alban's words were heartening. Daran knew that Convel would agree with the plan, at least to a point. Easiest way to get in and to the man, and Daran was nothing if not crafty in his thoroughness. He speaks softly to the Alban.*
Convel, have you ever been bait? See, the noble Wrex has slipped a reward for you captured and brought to him through the channels. I know how the game goes. I'll bring you in, slip you a weapon, and we'll bust the man's head.
*He tilts his head and awaits the man's reply.*
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Post by phrostphyre on Sept 8, 2010 17:03:43 GMT -5
"Convel, have you ever been bait? See, the noble Wrex has slipped a reward for you captured and brought to him through the channels. I know how the game goes. I'll bring you in, slip you a weapon, and we'll bust the man's head." Convel grinned at the word weapon. Taking his sword belt off, he handed it to Daran, then rummaged in a pile of hay for his targe. He handed it, too, to Daran.
"Do ye count dressing up as a lass for a wee ambush? I can fight with only a dirk. I much prefer fighting with the targe and sword, though. A wee bit of range and protection is nice."
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Post by Mali on Sept 9, 2010 5:49:01 GMT -5
Looking down to the glass as it was pushed back to her, she lifted it up and took a drink. The water was harmless after all. Sitting down in a chair, her tail wrapped around her as her ears pinned back, lapping at the water in the cup, she had to wonder why he would want to get to know her better. Weren’t there other werecats that he could get to know better? Why her? Looking around the room again, she also had to question why they were in a bedroom, and why his bedroom. Wouldn’t it be better for them to be in a parlour or something?
So he wasn’t lying to her and she could have a guest room if she wanted one. That was different. However, if things were as innocent as he made them to be, why would he separate her from Kunna? Wouldn’t he know that taking Kunna away would only make her more confused and scared? She should raise the question, and Kunna agreed with her. “If you wanted to get to know me, why did you separate me from Kunna? I want him back! I don’t think you can be trusted if you want to separate us. Because, there would be no reason to separate us unless you are going to hurt me!” she bit her lip, shifting in the seat. She should hold her tongue more often.
”Please,” there was a slight tremor in her voice before she swallowed hard and pushed down the anxiety she was feeling. She didn’t like being separated from Kunna, it scared her. She wasn’t all that afraid of this man, she was afraid of being away from Kunnandi. Kunna was touched at the knowledge and nuzzled against her subconscious.
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Post by Kite on Sept 12, 2010 18:38:50 GMT -5
*Wrex tilts his head at her claim that separating Kunna and her would only mean that he means to hurt her. That was just silly, in Wrex's opinion, but that is okay. Silly little things, these girls are. However, he would indulge her. Kunna was a small, new dragon, and that meant he wasn't that formidable yet. Neither was this little girl. She was so frightened and vulnerable...
He nodded at the woman and shrugged.*
As you wish.
*He looks out of the door and looks at one of the servants and orders them to bring the dragon in. He nods and hurries off while Wrex returns to his seat and smiles at Mali, taking a small sip of his drink before continuing.*
So, here we are. Kunna is on the way, and you are able to be accommodated in room service. Now is your turn to answer questions, if you wouldn't mind. Mali, I would love to know, how did you acquire your partnership with Kunna?
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*Daran nods and smiles, taking the weapons and clipping the weapon belt around his waist, and slipping the targe onto his back, over the Kreigsmesser long sword on his back. He then takes out bindings and beckons for Convel to submit to them. He smirks at his story though.*
Sounds like a party I went to once. However, back on topic, I think I can find a way to slip you the sword and targe when we start the fight. I might even just drop them in the room with my sword to get more comfortable during negotiations over bounty. Then, when I set you free, we just pick them up and fight. Not the most fluid of plans, but it works.
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Post by phrostphyre on Sept 13, 2010 16:41:37 GMT -5
Convel submitted to the bonds; leather thongs, then made sure they were slightly loose. He still had his sgian dubh; he would use it to cut the bonds at one point. Or a throat. His dirk was still in it's sheath on his belt. Grinning, he made a request of Daran.
"Both blades have seen my uncle, his father, his father, and myself through many a fight. Please see it safe? It's like a friend that's always been there. I feel lost without i." Convel meant what he said about the dirk; everyday for thirteen years, it had been at his hip. He slept with it by his head; he used it to carve wood. It had been his ever present companion, even further than his best friend, Roger MacKenzie. The two boys had grown men together. Their fathers had been friends; when Convel's older brother had died, he had been in the forest, crying to himself. That day, eight years ago, he had lost a brother, then gained one. Roger and Convel had cut each others wrists, let the blood mingle, and swore an oath to be brothers. They emerged, faces tear stained, wrists wrapped in leaves. They had followed Convel's brother everywhere; they would have followed him to the privy if he had let them. They thought he was as close to a god as possible; only their fathers had exceeded him in hero-worship.
Now, Convel was willingly giving the blade to another man, in the expectation that it would be returned. With it, went a piece of his soul, and a piece of every man who had used it before him. The dirk was a gift from his uncle; it had been passed down to his father, and his father to him, and that same way for six generations. It had passed to him as the second son of Convel's father, and as his uncle had been childless.
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Post by Mali on Sept 13, 2010 21:21:53 GMT -5
Mali looked around anxiously. What did he want her for? There had to be a reason. Even if he couldn’t gain their company by simply asking, there was something to that girl’s voice that had Mali scared. He had done something to her, he changed her in some way. She sounded out of things, submissive in a way. Which only led her to believe that he was going to try something. All the more reason for her to keep her guard up. ”Thank you” she said, feeling a little more comfortable that Kunna was going to be brought back to her.
As the questions were asked, she had to think about this. How did she meet Kunna? “He hatched in my hands. I sniffed the eggs and he hatched, biting my nose lightly. I didn’t do anything, it just happened” It was true. She hadn’t done anything to deserve Kunnandi. And yet she had received the greatest friend and family member she could have ever asked for. Kunna came marching into the room at that moment. Instead of walking over to Mali immediately, he instead headed towards Wrex, lifted his leg and continued to piss on his pants. When finished, he snorted to the man, squawking a complaint before sitting at Mali’s feet with a prideful smirk on his reptilian lips. He was pleased with himself. Mali hid her giggle. She wasn’t going to apologize for Kunna. His point and opinion was very valid here. “Kunna!” she said in a playful tone, trying to pretend to sound like she was patronizing him for his actions.
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Post by Kite on Sept 13, 2010 23:28:45 GMT -5
*Wrex deals with the dragon piss on his leg. It really doesn't bother him, it was just a silly defiance and he couldn't feel it anyway. It was just a small move for a small creature. And he could tell Mali didn't care much, but hey, its to be expected. There is no way she would take Wrex's side over her partner.
Her story was interesting though, and he nods a bit.*
Thats interesting. I thought that Werecats were not able to partner with dragons?
*He tilts his head a little bit and takes another drink, swirling it in his mouth a little bit. Ever since he left her, he savored every moment. Sure, he knew that she would get back at him someday, but he intended to live it up while he could with expensive food, drink, ladies, and all the power he could gather. He always admired werecats, and this was an interesting one. An especially interesting one, Wrex should say. Now, he was just relaxing and asking questions but, should some more petty defiance continue, he might just put his foot down.
Depends how he feels.*
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*Daran nods as the Alban speaks about the blade. He understood, although he believed swords as heirlooms were silly. He, personally, would rather leave heirlooms of his departure in expertise, knowledge, and some form of land to their name. Sure, a sword was nice, but Daran had learned that bodies lead to certain weapons, and that weapon might not be the heirloom left. Maybe thats what he would start, he thinks momentarily. He could start a collection of weapons left by the family members who did something they would be renowned for, and whenever a descendant used that sort of weapon, they could take their weapons up as a form of honor to those before, and a promise to make something of themselves.
However, that was neither here nor there. Now, he needed to lead the man to the estates.
And so he did.
The estates were small, but that was to be expected. His nobility was insignificant and most likely fake, so he would not receive just opulence that the major nobility and merchant caste would.
They approach the gates, and the guards stop them. A simple declaration from Daran that he had the bounty with him was enough, and he was let in. He stepped inside the "Great" house of Wrex and was greeted by a servant. He spoke softly to this man*
Malarian Vorandeer with a bounty claim for Wrex on the Alban here...
*The servant nods, and says that he will relay the message to Wrex, and return with instructions. Daran nods slightly, and holds Convel still, smirking slightly and whispers into the man's ear after the servant leaves, an evil sneer on his face to fool any watching.*
Ready mate?
*He pushes Convel in the back gently as he backs off, and simply waits for the servant, drawing a dagger from his thigh and spinning it idly in one hand.*
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