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Post by Maliku on Oct 12, 2006 15:24:04 GMT -5
I hope Delta gets on today.
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Post by Delta1212 on Oct 12, 2006 18:10:42 GMT -5
ok, since you asked (well...I suppose you didn't but that hardly matters) I'll post as soon as I finish my homework. (In about half an hour or so)
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Post by Delta1212 on Oct 12, 2006 19:00:15 GMT -5
From ceiling to floor, the chamber was draped in black. The carpet was made from fur the color of ebony. The only two windows were shielded by heavy curtains. Midnight black silk covered the bed, the one piece of furniture in the room. A single lantern hung from the ceiling. The blue tint of its glass softening the light as it fell on the bare stone walls. Even at noontime, the small room was a sanctuary for darkness. Inside, it always felt as if it was night. Most people would have found the atmosphere of the room oppressive, and the thought of spending a night in the room would have sent a shudder through any civilized person. The occupant of the room was not ‘any civilized person’ however; most people would not have called him civilized at all.
Meton Adflictatio had resided in this room for the past three years and found it comforting. It was comfort that he found himself in dire need of, at the moment. He had just finished a meeting with the council. They were the only group that he had ever encountered that made him nervous. He collapsed onto his bed and lay still, breathing deeply. There was suddenly a loud banging on his door. He bolted upright, murder in his eyes. He had given strict instructions to his guard that he was not to be disturbed for any reason. Finally, a way to enjoy himself had presented itself in the form of a guard that needed to be done bodily harm.
“Boss,” came a voice from the other side of the door, “there is a woman here to see you. She is insistent that you’ll want to see her.” Adflictatio ripped the door open, thoroughly intent on ripping apart both the guard and whoever the woman was. He stopped himself when he recognized the woman. The blood that had been boiling in his veins only a moment before turned to ice water as his white-hot fury crystallized into a wrath as cold as stone.
“Malene,” he spluttered, “what are you doing here? Why aren’t you at your post? We’ve been discouraging guests from coming to the Roxy Inn, but someone might still turn up, and a missing innkeeper will attract unwanted.” He noticed that Malene reacted when he mentioned guests. “What is it?”
Malene swallowed nervously. “There is a man, a guard, staying at the inn.” Meton’s eyes flashed briefly at thought of leaving a guard unattended briefly but she hurried on before he could explode at her. “He was inquiring as to the whereabouts of Nestyr.”
That made Adflictatio pause. An Imperial guard sticking his nose into things right now could cause some real problems. On the other hand, eliminating him might arouse more suspicion than they could afford. “Malene, bring him in. We will find out what he knows and then see if we cannot persuade him to see things our way.” He smiled as a greatly relieved Malene rushed off to perform her task. If it got her away from Meton Adflictatio, that was just added incentive.
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Post by Maliku on Oct 12, 2006 20:11:24 GMT -5
Interesting....
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Post by Delta1212 on Oct 12, 2006 20:46:35 GMT -5
Please do not post "Interesting..." I always read it as "that wasn't very good" and if that is what you mean, please give me specifics so I can fix it.
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Post by Maliku on Oct 12, 2006 21:03:02 GMT -5
I meant it as good. As in, the plot is taking an interesting turn.
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Post by Delta1212 on Oct 13, 2006 5:47:24 GMT -5
Based on previous posts, I kind of figured, but I still always give it the negative conotation when I read it.
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Post by Maliku on Oct 13, 2006 14:33:49 GMT -5
Well, I won't write "Interesting" as a comment anymore. *Is still waiting for more*
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Post by Delta1212 on Oct 14, 2006 19:57:13 GMT -5
ok, maybe tonight. I'm definitly going to start with new stuff by Mon so ex[ect two updares by then.
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Post by Maliku on Oct 14, 2006 20:57:52 GMT -5
*is waiting*
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Post by DEATH97 on Oct 14, 2006 22:00:44 GMT -5
Hope I never wrote interesting.. gulp
Cause I never mean it as insulting.
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Post by Maliku on Oct 14, 2006 22:14:09 GMT -5
LIES, everything you write are LIES!!!!! LIES!!!!!!
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Post by DEATH97 on Oct 14, 2006 23:33:23 GMT -5
thats... interesting Maliku
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Post by Delta1212 on Oct 15, 2006 13:43:25 GMT -5
The sun had just set when the think blanket of clouds covering the sky let loose their fury. Rain poured from the heavens in great sheets; turning the dusty roads into rivers of mud. Every few minutes lightning split the darkness, followed closely by the booming crack of thunder. Inside the Roxy Inn, the soft glow of candlelight held the darkness at bay while the roof provided a stiff resistance to the continuous assault of the rain on the small fortress of warmth and light. Outside, a small figure sought sanctuary from the ferocity of the downpour against one wall of the inn.
He stood shivering in the biting cold of the night, drenched and chilled to the bone. Down the road he could see the darkness retreating, pushed back by a small glimmer of light. A beacon in the vast sea of darkness, the light swayed back and forth and steadily grew larger. Instead of being a comfort, a small oasis in the fierce gale, it, like the inn, radiated a sense of foreboding as well as light. The figure drew back into the bushes, out of sight, as the light drew closer. Soon he was able to make out the shape of a person carrying a lantern, although not as quickly as he would have on a clear night.
Malene hurried along the muddy path as fast as her legs would carry her. She was already soaked from head to toe and the storm gave no signs of subsiding in the near future. On top of that, she did not wish to keep Meton Adflictatio waiting. It was doubtful that he would have noticed any slight delay had she dawdled but that did not mean it was not foolish to tempt fate. If Adflictatio was in a foul enough mood, he would use any excuse he could find, or fabricate for that matter, to take his anger on someone. With that thought planted firmly in her mind, Malene picked up her pace and nearly sprinted down the end of the path. She darted in through the front door of the inn, slamming and bolting shut the door behind her, as if to prevent the storm from gaining entry into the sanctuary she had found.
The three heavily armed men turned in unison; their slightly pale faces staring intently at the even paler woman who had abruptly entered the inn, her inn. Her hair was damp and hung around her shoulders. Her thick clothing clung to body and water dripped from every corner. She looked like a rat that had been thrown into the Nibben Bay and drowned. When one of the three said so, she gave him an icy stare and proceeded to dry herself off; the color slowly returning to her face although never quite reaching a natural complexion.
“One of you will stay here with me and subdue the guard upstairs,” Malene began. “Adflictatio wishes to…speak with him. The other two are to go out and make sure we don’t have any more inconvenient guests. I’ll leave it to you to determine your own jobs, but you best be quick about it. We’ll be having a visitor soon, a representative of the Council and you do not want to appear to be slacking off.” With that Malene ascended the stairs to the second floor of the inn, leaving the three men behind. The grins that had appeared on their faces when Malene walked in had quickly vanished when she started giving directions. They did not know which was worse news: that two of them had to go out in the storm or that someone with some influence was going to visit them. It did not take long for them to decide between the two. They drew straws; the loser had to stay behind and greet the guest.
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Post by Delta1212 on Oct 15, 2006 15:28:28 GMT -5
Rain poured from the heavens in great merciless sheets, churning the dusty road into a thickly flowing river of mud. The sucking noise made by the mud as his horse tried to pull its hoof free at each step was a barely audible to Marius over the din of torrential downpour. He glanced behind him at his small band of bedraggled travelers and grimaced at the sight. The expedition had started out so well. They had ridden forth from the Imperial City just after noon. On horseback, they could cover ground faster than the mountless Varo and had hoped to reach the inn before nightfall. The sudden rainfall, unfortunately, had left them stuck in the mud.
Marius was in the midst of contemplating his misfortune when a bright flash just beyond the tree line caught his attention. Moments later, a ball of fire impacted one of the guards behind him, knocking the poor soul off his horse and engulfing him in flame. The unfortunate man’s horse panicked and raced off, dragging it’s still burning master behind. Marius dove from his horse to the ground, making sure the beast stayed between him and the unseen attacker. His sword was drawn and held at the ready almost soon as he hit the ground, though the Nine only knew how effective it would be if he could not get close to his attacker. He glanced to his left and saw that the rest of his men had done the same. The two mages, however, were a little slow. A bolt of lightning shot out from the forest and caught the woman a glancing blow, spilling her headfirst from her mount. The man rushed to her aid, his hands emanating a soft glow as he mumbled something inaudible over the storm. Marius turned his attention back to the more pressing matter of whoever was assaulting them.
Another fireball came hurtling from the woods and smashed into a horse. The flaming horse, and the man behind it, when flying off a ledge and into the water below. Neither one resurfaced. Marius, infuriated by the loss of his men, let out a strangled cry and charged the forest. Behind him, he heard his remaining men charging forward, as well. Adrenaline coursed through his veins, and a feeling of invincibility overcame him. A few seconds later, there was another flash from the trees and Marius’s world went black.
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