Dark night, at the city walls.

The Returner · Post by **The Returner** » Sun Jan 18, 2004 12:26 am

Silently, a cloaked figure amongst the cloak of night moves amongst the shadows, near the walls. Inside the walls, on the Trolls Bane side.

A Lyrenzian guard patrols the rampart, near the tavern. As the figure appears out of the darkness and the bushes, the guard draws his sword and turns, about to speak when a hand holding a piece of torn cloth, with what appears to be poisen doused on it covers his face from behind.

The guard falls to his knees,then his face laying motionless and the figure grabs the sword, slipping away into the shadows.

Near the shop, against the wall he stands. Hidden well he scans the wall.

"Two gate guards......very chatty fellows." He mutters, his words all but lost in the wind.

Two guards chuckle at the gates, it was a slow night, and there was no traffic much since the grey rose banned Northerothian and Movement activity within the walls.

"How about that Hagen......I hear hes been throwing people out of town, for just looking at him funny!" One guard says to the other.

"Ha!, At least he keeps our town safe from intruders! Besides, I'd like to see Arkadia tossed out on her rear myself!"

They both laugh hystericly, when out of the shadows, the sound of fluttering cloth...

"Hagen is a coward, and so is Arkadia." The voice of the cloaked man speaks as he approaches.

"What is your name?!" One of the guards ask, his sword in hand.

"You may call me a traveller, or a business man, but my birthright has no barring on you m'lord, for you shall be dead soon enough."

"Fool!" The guard lunges for the man, who easily parries the first blow of the sword. The two blades sing as they wail in the night, Suddenly a needle whistles through the air.....puncturing the guards neck...he gasps, swinging wildly with his sword, which is knocked away by his assailant.

The sword bounces on the ground, its loud clanging causes the cloaked man to grunt.

The guard falls to the ground, and the cloaked mans stolen blade promptly stabs him in the heart.

Removing the blade from the Guards chest, the man turns to the second guard. As blood pours from the sword onto the ground, the cloaked man readies himself.

The guard charges at him, swiftly, skillfully, their blades matched and crashing like thunder against each other, blow after blow, slice after slice, The guards blade slices into the cloaked mans shoulder, blood runs down his cloak as he retreats.

"No.....I will not die to you!" The cloaked man turns, and rushes the guard, their blades sing....once.....twice....

The guard swings, the man ducks, and in an instant his blade goes into the guards gut, straight through the chainmail he was wearing.

"Raaah!!" The mans blade tears upwards, linkages of chain snapping away as he guts his opponent alive, the sword stops, midchest.

He leaves it, and lets the guard fall to the ground, hearing shouts and racing footstops, he slips back into the shadows.

The Returner · Post by **The Returner** » Sun Jan 18, 2004 12:38 am

((As a note, anyone whose in the vicinity of the walls at the moment, should be the only others to roleplay on this post. This post is open to Roleplay, also open to lyrenzia (if they want to count the murders of three made-up guards)))

Tharge · Post by **Tharge** » Sun Jan 18, 2004 2:47 am

Tharge, returning from a long day of working with magics and a small hunt stops in his tracks before entering the town gates. He squints his eyes and sees a cloaked figure fighting a town guard. He pulls out his wand a moment and hesitates. The light from a tourch reveals a familiar face under the cloak. He is not for sure if it is who he thinks he is, but he does have an idea. As the second guard falls, he sees the cloaked figure flee and hears others running towards the scene from the workshop and tavern. Tharge too, runs to the scene to see what exactly took place..

The Returner · Post by **The Returner** » Sun Jan 18, 2004 5:57 pm

In daylight a cloaked figure slips into the shop, in his hand a piece of paper. Posting on the wall, it reads :

"Last evening, Three guards we're killed. It wasent I that killed them, but their own negligence. More people will die if Lyrenzia doesent denounce government of Trolls Bane, More people will die if the Grey Rose does not Reopen the gates to Outsiders. This blood, is on your hands not mine, and Be assured, this threat is real."

The post is unsigned.

The Returner · Post by **The Returner** » Mon Jan 19, 2004 1:21 am

A cloaked figure, in a torn cloak, moves among the trees outside of town.

A Lyrenzian official, out patrolling the forest whistles a tune as he walks. Suddenly, whistling through the air, several formed wooden spikes drive into his unarmored back. Letting out a quick scream, he falls face down. Blood spills on the forest ground.

The cloaked man walks over the official, and shakes his head. Before walking off again towards the town.

The Returner · Post by **The Returner** » Wed Jan 21, 2004 2:29 pm

The cloaked man sits near the coast, as the trees just off the lush beach whistle and rustled in the wind

"So, they want to ignore their dead. Pretend as though i don't exist. Well, we'll see about that."

Walking to the forest, he sees a squirrel. He shakes his head, mutters some words, and in a puff of black smoke the squirrel is gone. The man disapears into the woods, heading again for town, like a cat stalking its victim.

The Returner · Post by **The Returner** » Thu Jan 22, 2004 6:17 pm

The sunlight beams through the trees, as the cloaked man sits on a stump. Leaning on a staff, as he looks into the blue sky, remembering his past

"Innar."

A man stops, he cant have been more then his early twenties as he hangs his head.

"I told you not to call me that any longer." He says, through clenched teeth.

"Its your name." Comes the response from the man behind him, shadows hide his face.

"I have no name."

Innar turns and faces the man who speaks to him.

"Not any longer!" He motions with his hands that hes through.

"Your name is Innar, Innar Absech." The man continues.

"Don't call me that!" Innar's hand moves towards the hilt of his sheathed longsword.

"It was a mistake, one life. Think of the others you helped save!" The mans firm voice causes Innar to tense more.

"Those governmentalists killed my wife in cold blood, while I was out fighting for them, FOR THEM!" His hand grasps the swords handle.

The man in the shadows steps forward, his own hand near reach of his sword, a curved almost Katana like sword. Hes not more then fourty, with blueish green eyes, and a small bit of thinning hair.

"You don't want to do this." He says to Innar.

"Oh yes I do" Innars face grows into a sneer.

"Kill me like they did her, won't change anything!" The man says.

"No, but its a start." Innars evil sneer grows into a blood thirsty grin, as the sword sings its way out of the sheath, its wavy toothed blade gleaming in the fire from the lamps surrounding the large room.

The man draws his curved blade, and they stand there, eyeing each other.

"You wouldent turn your back on us like this." the man says.

"Watch me!" Innar charges the man with his sword drawn.

The cloaked man suddenly snaps back to reality, with a grunt, a tear falls on the ground.

"Bastards" He mutters.

The Returner · Post by **The Returner** » Fri Jan 23, 2004 9:07 pm

The cloaked man stands on the coast, south of the town.

Watching the sun set, storm clouds brewing in the distance.

Some stars dot the sky, as the cloaked man continues to remember part of his past....

The two blades sing against each other, in their deadly fight. Innar was skilled with a sword, extremely skilled, as his foe was forced to all but try to keep up with Innars speed. Blow after blow, parry after parry, until Innar couldent take it any longer.

"RAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!" He screams, swinging the sword hard, missing the man and cuasing himself to lose balance, the man catches the oppurtunity, and his long curved sword slices into Innars back, hard.

"AHHH!!!!" Innar screams in pain and swings desprately behind him.

The blade leaves his back, blood pours out everywhere.

"Stop it now Innar. Or I WILL kill you." The man scowls, standing with his sword, dripping in Innars blood.

"I cannot die.....I will not die.....to you.....Governmentalist bastard!" Innar rushes his foe, who sidesteps, Innar mutters some words with his lips, and a fireball tears into the man knocking him back, another fireball, and another, until the man drops to his knees.

Innar stands over him, menacing with his sword in hand. The fire reflecting off his blade, and his eyes. As the man lets out a scream, Innar's blade beheads him with a swing, the body and head fall on the floor, in a pool of blood.

Innar uses his sleeve to clean his sword, looking out the rooms window to the setting sun, which is just below the storm. A bolt of lightning flashes across the sky.

"RUMMMBBBLLEEE!!!"

Innar, once again is startled as the storm clouds begin to crash overhead, thunder roars out over the island.

"Better find some shelter...."

Innar heads back for town, towards the inn.

Cain Freemont · Post by **Cain Freemont** » Fri Jan 23, 2004 10:05 pm

Sitting silently in the inn, a figure, unfamiliar to many, drinks solemnly alone. He stands up briefly, the figure showing off his tall, well-formed body structure. Smoothly, he walks to the window, his movements graceful, his cloak rippling like his wavy black hair behind him, his bag swaying slightly, and his intricately crafted wand shifting its position at his side. Concentrating his gaze, he looks out the window with passionate eyes. He takes in the surroundings, the figure looking from the swaying, stormy treetops to the wet, muddy, earthen floor and from the dim, cloudy light to the inviting, yet suffocatingly dark shadows, knowing what may potentially lie in the shadows. His piercing, sapphire eyes gaze into the shadows relentlessly, a talent most elves bear and few others acquire.

After a moment, a cloaked figure comes into view. The elven man notices the tear in the cloak, thoughts racing through his mind, but his external demeanor remaining calm. The cloaked figure brought a coldness into his mind, he could see the man was harboring some kind of vengeance, though in these times there are few who do not. Quietly, the elven man returns to his seat and continues sipping his drink, awaiting the cloaked figure's arrival, wondering what this stranger brings to the town of Troll's Bane other than vengeful promises.

The Returner · Post by **The Returner** » Sun Jan 25, 2004 3:37 am

Innar sits in his room, looking out over the island.

He sighs, and says to himself

"If this ends up like the homeland.....then I have no reason to live."

He looks to the treetops

"All or nothing this time.....all or nothing"

Innar sheaths his blade, looking out the window at the storm. It would rain soon, he knew. He also knew that theres a body beside him, and footsteps already in the hall, he pulled the hood of his cloaked up, and slipped away.

A moment later, just after he rounded a corrider, in the obviously spacious castle, he heard it.

A scream shrieking through the night, much as his own had just a day before. Now someone has felt his pain, now someone may understand whats happened.

Two guards stood at the door to the courtyard, they had swords, but little or no armour.

Innar stopped before them.

"Master Absech, is that you?" One aske him

"Indeed, let me to the court sir gaurd, I have business." Innar replied, calmly

The guard looks at his dawn cloak, then raises a brow

"Why the hood?"

"Its a storm outside, surely to rain." Innar responds, equally calmly.

The two guards look at each other, one shrugs

"Let me see your face." The guard asks

Innar drops the hood, his tangled hair and sweaty face clearly visible.

"As I said, I have business, Let me pass." He speaks, now firmly.

The gaurds hand moves to the hilt of his sword

"I have to detain you."

In a flash of steel, Innars sword is in hand, staring at the guard feigning shock, he says "I can't allow that..."

The sword flashes out, and across the mans stomach, he lets out a startled gurgle, as his insides pour onto the floor in a red bloody mess.

Innar, all but taken two steps, facing the other gaurd,

startled the gaurd draws his sword.

"You see..." Innars voice trails off, as he knocks the gaurds sword away and stabs him in the chest with relative ease.

"I'm already late." He removes the sword from the mans chest, and sheaths the bloody blade.

"Thanks gents, I knew you'd understand" Innar kicks open the door, just as the "Thump, Whump" as the bodies hit the floor.

Innar pulls his hood up, and enters the windy stormy night.

"Knock knock!!"

Innar awakens from his light sleep, to hear his door being pounded at.

Opening the door, he sees the maid, with his meal in tow

"You asked for a decent meal m'lord?" She asks

"Indeed, thankyou" Innar responds, taking the meal, and paying the maid.

After she left, Innar sits in the chair, eating his food, and wondering what hes going to do next...

The Returner · Post by **The Returner** » Tue Jan 27, 2004 2:30 am

Innar walks through the darkened streets of town.

"I'll need a sword..." He mutters looking at the shadows dancing int he street.

He draws his cloak tighter, as he walks into the shop.

Innar looks at the shopkeeper after getting a price of a sword, and he whispers in a raspy voice "How much?"

The shopkeeper stands firm on his price, so Innar sells some things he was carrying, takes the money, and buys some new clothes.

After leaving town through the tavern gates, he quickly burns some of his old garments, he kept his black cloak however.

He then walks into the forest, purposely, as if intent on meeting someone.

The Returner · Post by **The Returner** » Fri Jan 30, 2004 9:34 pm

Innar leaves the forest three days later, his new clothes torn and bleeding heavily as he stumbled through town towards the inn, he collapses on the road

Darkform · Post by **Darkform** » Fri Jan 30, 2004 10:54 pm

Jhon Sivan sees the man on the ground and leaves a potion of healing and a food potion with a note atached to them .

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l . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .l
l . . take both of these and if you don't feel beter call upon me in the . . l
l . . morning . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .l
l . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .l
l . . from the desk of Jhon Sivan . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .l
l . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .l
L_______________________________________________________I

Grant Herion · Post by **Grant Herion** » Sat Jan 31, 2004 4:19 am

Grant moves silently around town, he is dark and cold again. Ruthless, he was always stronger when he was ruthless. He tried saving lives, but it never paid off, it is much easier to simply fight back.
He fought with the town guard earlier in the day, he beat three of their warriors but feel to an elven mage. Grant was looking for that mage now. He would strike quick and without thought of simpathy.
He peered around a corner, he saw a town guard, a new recruit. The recruit had a short sword around his belt and some chain mail, nothing that could stop Grant's sharp dagger. He moved quickly, much like Konstantin moved, running, but on lite feet. He drove the dagger deep into the recruit's back. The recruit tried to make a scream but the dagger cut through his lungs and no sound came.
Grant pulled the dagger out and quickly saw 5 town guards sprinting towards him. They knew who he was, they knew how important he was. And Grant knew he couldn't win this fight. He casted a flame into the group then fled into the library and through the Silverbrand pass, then into the Tavern and out into the southern forest.

Jeth Krindow · Post by **Jeth Krindow** » Sat Jan 31, 2004 4:49 am

Sitting in his usual apple tree, Jeth Krindow regards Grant Herion, who he knows well in name but not in person. He seemed to be running from the town guard, who Jeth greatly despises. As Jeth jumps down from the highest limb, he calls out to Grant, "In here! In here!" Surprised, Grant runs toward the call and follows Jeth's pointing finger into a large hollow of a tree. As the guards notice that Grant is nowhere to be seen, they trudge along the tall grass to a stranger WoodElf, Jeth. "Have thou seen this man?" the largest guard asks pointing to a large picture of Herion. "He is a murderer and is considered dangerous."
Pointing down the path to the South, Jeth declares "The man you are looking for went that way." And the five guards head off in the direction. Struggling to exit his hiding spot, Grant proclaims "Thanks, I will repay you this favor soon." He manages to regain his balance as he stumbles out and begins East...

Urii Vandos · Post by **Urii Vandos** » Sat Jan 31, 2004 5:28 am

Urii sits atop a large rock, repairing his hat with needle and thread. In short time his work is complete and he tries it on.

"Ah, good as new," Urii whispers to himself as he adjusts it on his head.

He draws in a fresh breath of air and notices that a small crowd of crows have landed near him.

"You birds, again? Came back for more, did you? Oh well...," he says out loud as he reaches into his satchel. His fingers probe the bag and finally come across what he was looking for.

"There you go, you lazy birds," Urii grunts as he picks apart a loaf of bread and throws it to the crows.

Urii examines the surrounding village and sees the transpiring events as Grant is hidden inside the tree.

"Hmph..," he grunts as he sees the man misleading the guards.

The guards attempt to rush by him but find themselves suprised as the crows rush into the air with a loud, "Kaw-kaw!"

Urii holds his hand out to the guard, palm out, and whispers, "That man mislead you. Grant went East."

"Wha-at?!," the guard growls, "I'll crush him!"

Urii stands up from the rock, "Nay. You're too late, and you're certainly not armed enough. Grant's probably out past the onion patch with his friends by now. You'll get ambushed."

The guard nods knowingly and signals to his comrades-in-arms. They walk away silently with their heads lowered.

A crow comes down and lands on the rock. Reassured that he's safe, his head nods up and down at Urii.

Urii reaches into his satchel for another loaf of bread, "You again! You filthy bird!"

Derinoar Fallvictor · Post by **Derinoar Fallvictor** » Sat Jan 31, 2004 5:33 am

Jonathan sits hidden in a fir tree across the river form the mill and eliza's shop. He spends his time sharping arrows, when suddleny he see a few guards gather at the mill, they begin to talk he listen carefull and hears Grant mention many times, one of the guards reachs for his sword hilt and runs towards the south gate the other 3 ready themselfs, Hamlet quick takes the bow form his back and reachs for a arrow he aims and fires shooot one guard in the side knowing he doesn't have much time before they find him he shoots the other two with out much aim on gets shoot and in shuddler stagers in pain the other finds a arrow in his chest and falls to the ground. Jonathan draws his sword as he jumps out of the tree he hits the ground runing and heads to cut off the other guard at the south gate....

Damien · Post by **Damien** » Sat Jan 31, 2004 8:48 pm

About an hour later, Damien wipes some blood from his hands. Magic was used for healing, but no matter what, one must first pull out the arrows.
He raises a brow looking at the mess on the library floor, and sighs.

The Returner · Post by **The Returner** » Sat Jan 31, 2004 11:53 pm

After slipping unconcious....Innar begins to dream again

Innar enters the courtyard, the thunder crashing around him, and the rain falling from above made his head, and back ache. He walks slowly, keeping to the shadows, and avoiding the unlucky guards who have to patrol in this weather. About midway cross, he notices a flicker of light, its a warning fire, at one of the stations along the courtyard wall. His victims had been found.

The guards keep the fires burning as they search for the unknown assailant, Innar heads for the keep, which lower level houses prisoners.

Innar bumps into a man whose in a hurry from the oppisite direction.

"Watch out!" Innar whispers to the man

The man reaches for his sword

"I do not want to fight you! show your face" Innar says in a firm, but low voice

The man draws his sword anyway, and walks forward.

"Sedrow!" Innar gasps

"Innar?" Asks the man, a well built man, maybe late thirties, with a mustache, beard, and long hair thats braided into several braids down his back.

"Not anymore" Innar responds

"huh?" Asks Sedrow

"I'll explain later, lets get those prisoners free"

"I tried....the doors locked from the inside, they must have locked it when the fires started" Sedrow explains

"I have the key." Innar responds

They both slip into the shadows heading for the keep

Innar and Sedrow reach the large wood and iron door that locks the keep from any visitors, or would-be rebels, taking out a set of brass keys, Innar unlocks the door,opening it and slipping inside, a gaurd notices them.

"Close it!" Innar shouts at Sedrow, and the large door shuts, Sedrow locks it

"Barracade the door, then meet me downstairs" Innar shouts over his shoulder, the thunder outside, and the sound of gaurds pounding at the door will soon wake the people inside the keep, he only had a short time...

A man with a torch stands in front of Innar, he draws a sword with his free hand

"Whats going on?" he asks

"War." Innar tries to get by him, but the man moves and slashes with his sword, obviously unskilled

Innar draws his sword, and knocks the mans sword away, before slitting his throat and continuing on

Whump!

The man hits the ground

Suddenly, Innar realises something. He turns...

The torch begins to set aflame the carpet

"Uh.....oh shit!"

Innar runs for the stairs.

Sedrow drives the final nail into his makeshift baracade, and heads down the hall after Innar, he noticies the flickering light around the corner a few metres away.

"That doesent look good..." He mutters, as he rounds the corner

"Nope....not good at all"

Looking at the dead man, he mumbles grumpily to himself "Damnit Innar.."

Callith · Post by **Callith** » Sun Feb 01, 2004 1:46 am

After being trapped inside the town the previous day, Callith sneaks through town, and towards the southern gate, silently he looks into the tavern, and spots Hagen talking to an elven woman, and smirks, he walks up behind the two young men watching for enemies outside, a dagger flies into the throat of the one on the left as Callith slices the head of the other clean off, he runs out of town, with his cloak on, so nobody can see his face.

Grant Herion · Post by **Grant Herion** » Sun Feb 01, 2004 3:07 am

Irenicus and Hagen had both been defeated in battle. Grant was happy and content. He was now heading to help build the Movement's base on the island. He was done with the town guard, he had shown the Movement's strength was much more then the town guard could hope for.

Galim · Post by **Galim** » Sun Feb 01, 2004 3:14 am

Galim saws how the cowards of the movement have fought John Irenicus with 4 of there best mages and fighters. and that they called a "honourable fight" after they were ready. yes, galim thoughts, it is really honourable to fight with 4 masterfighters and mages against one townguard. he shakes head and walks away

The Returner · Post by **The Returner** » Wed Feb 04, 2004 12:57 am

Innar enters the dungeon.....where the two large barred cells on each side loamed with the figures of sleeping people, or the few awake clinging to the bars pitifully, reduced to shells by the government.

Smoke was getting thicker as Innar tries to open the cells

once he got the key in the first one, and unlocked it, the door seemed jammed, people were screaming and reaching for innar through the bars as he shouted for them to stand back, the smoke got still thicker as he wrenched at the door, finally ripping it open, people pushed by him and out towards the stairs.

Innar worked on the next door, using part of his cloak as a smoke filter, he finally wrenched it open too.

As the people ran out, ripping rocks out of the wall, and whatever other weapons they could find, Innar began to follow, when a lone figure began walking down the stairs, in the dark Innar didn't know who it was, but it wasent Sedrow

Innar dropped the keyring and draws his sword.

"Have you come to fight?" He asks.

Hes given a response with the song of sword exiting sheath

"Alright then."

Innar attacks the figure in the smoke, sword on sword

Innar could tell his opponent was previously injured.

but who was it?

Then innar saw a glimpse of his opponents face

"So its you, Beranard Villheim, I guess you werent finished at the fieldsof Aronoaga as I had assumed." Innar continuing his relentless assualt, the blades singing off of each other madly

"You might have stabbed me in the back, but the look on your wifes face as the Dukes sword went through her chest was delicious, Innar Absech" Beranard grins, even under the strain of smoke and flame, and Innars attacks.

"You bastard son of a wench!" Innars temper flares, getting the best of him

Beranards blade finds a new home in innars arm...

"ARRGGHH!!" Innar screams in immense pain, the blade had bitten right to the bone

"Yes....it was almost like that...except with more..." Beranard pauses then rips the blade across, taking innars arm with it like a rag doll "....Confusion....now you got it"

Innar feeling his should pop grabs his sword in his other hand, he slashes and pulls away

His brutalized arm falls at his side as he breath heavy

"Your not going to win!" Innar cries

"I already have" Beranards sword heads for innars neck, innar in a move of desperation and utter andrenline trips and stabs beranard in the forehead in one clean move

taking the sword out of beranards head, he wails on beranards body with it, blood spilling all over as Innar slashed away in a mad rage, before stopping, and cooly....almost freakishly...standing up

"What an egotisticle bastard he is...."

Innar sheaths his sword and looks at the flaming stairs

"Well, time to run....this party is to hot for my tastes..."

Innar runs for the stairs quickly

The Returner · Post by **The Returner** » Tue Feb 10, 2004 1:26 am

Innar wakes up with a start.

Seeing that someone had left him a blanket, and potions were beside him, he quickly folded the blanket, putting it into a sack he had been carrying. and drinking the potions, he wonders around the town. Looking for anything that my strike his fancy, or a person which he could get a blade off of.

He'd out out cold for days, he wondered what might have happened in that time...

The Returner · Post by **The Returner** » Fri Feb 13, 2004 1:10 am

Walking away from the shop wall with a sneer, Innar walks out of the shop.

Approaching him is a trader, who has a number of wares.

Innar asks for a sword, and follows the trader to a storage box back insdie of the shop.

The trader pulls out a fine blade, Innar hands him the money for the weapon and the trader asks for Innar's name.

Innar hesitates, then introduces himself as "Istan Rockwell"

The transaction finishes, and Innar leaves the shop with a new sword at his side.