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Post by Ashen Windsong on Aug 8, 2014 0:36:48 GMT -6
Ashen Followed Kilindyl as they ran a break neck pace, Ashen running her Promise to Damian in her head. 'if you touch him again, ill kill you and everyone in this village.' she would stay true to this, but knowing not everyone needed to die. the villagers...never where hostile. they didnt really understand what was going on and if they did have answers they couldnt say, out of fear of vanishing. it must of been because of the elders.
this only Angered ashen more as they ran. A color catching the corner of her eye she looked at Kilindyls back she noticed He was injured. there previous fight running through there mind in flashs, remembering just how much she wounded him. "you need to heal that, or at least wrap it up to slow the bleeding, stop running." she grabbing Lin, forcing him to stop running.
Just as Kilindyl was about to protest, ashen was already trying to take off his jacket and armor. "if we dont slow the bleeding, your no use to me or Fallen." even if he complained or protested ashen, after removing her own armor, took of her shirt and ripped it into banages. wrapping it around Lins wounds as best as she could. "no funny ideas."
after bandaging him she quickly put her armor back on, it was fast to assemble. faster the Kilindyls anyway, quickly she helped him equip his armor. after this, they nodded and continued to run. "i hope that holds until we get the hell out of here with Fallen"
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Fallen
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Post by Fallen on Aug 8, 2014 7:07:39 GMT -6
"I don't even remember how that happened..." The half-elf grimaced as he pulled his armored jacket back on. He didn't remember, but he had an idea. "I'll be fine." He would be because he had to be. For Keth...and for Ashen.
As they approached the stairs up, Kilindyl slowed, shooting out an arm to hold Ashen from sprinting up the stairs. "Wait." He whispered, eyes narrowing in suspicion. Slowly and silently, he took the stairs and approached the door to the elders building. Cracking the door he peered out into the hall before swearing inwardly and quickly shutting it again. Descending the stairs, he whispered once more "There are like...twelve guards."
If both of them were uninjured he figured they may have a chance...but as wounded as they both were....there was no way they could win a head on and fair fight. Orrr....they could do this the assassins way. "I have a plan." Purposefully he reached into his jacket, running his hands along the blood slicked leather to cover them also in the substance. As he worked he spoke. "If I know these people, and I do...the common guard will have no idea of my arrest. I've only ever been an ally to them."
Looking up the stairs and then back at Ashen, he continued. "Wait just around the corner of the stairs. I'm going to go up there and convince them that you're in the hall. Once they pass you towards the hall take them out, I'll do the same to whichever ones are left."
Without waiting for a confirmation or approval from the kinto, he took off up the stairs. Getting into the groove, he put on a grimace of pain, which wasn't hard considering he was actually in pain, and stumbled out of the door. Feigning injury, he clutched his chest and fell to his knees and the guards turned, wide eyed and surprised towards him. "Sh-she's down...there.."
Sure enough, the guards began to shout, five of them running past him down the stairs while the other surrounded him, concern on their faces. As a couple of them helped him to his feet, he feigned a stumbled to the left. But as he did, he sent a hard elbow into the nearest guards face. Spinning on his heel as the first went down, he backhanded the next nearest guard, sending another elbow into the back of his head. Before the man even hit the ground he was moving again to plant a fist square into a third soldiers face. Three down... But he was only so fast, and as he turned to face the final 4 men, they had already began to draw their weapons, confused and angry looks on their faces. Rushing them, he ducked low, and using his momentum he twisted, turning on his heel and throwing out a leg to trip two of the closest guards. Both of them came down hard and before they could recover they found knives in their throats. Guilt panged in Kilindyls chest and he withdrew his daggers, looking towards the final two guards. He hadn't wanted to kill these men. They were ignorant to the situation, guilty of nothing but living in this town and doing the job they were assigned.
"You should run." He spoke in a gruff voice, sending a false but very real looking death glare their way. They stared at him wide eyed, shooting glances at their companions who had not a minute before been standing by their sides. They knew of the assassins reputation but...they had never witnessed him in action. Backing away, the two final guards took off down the hall, disappearing around the corner.
Letting out a sigh of relief, Kilindyl slipped down to one knee in pain and fatigue. Adrenaline was a wonderful thing, but when it wore off....it wasn't so fun. It was hard to say how much strength he had left in him. Taking a breather, he waited for Ashen to emerge from the stairway, hoping that everything went smoothly on her end.
--- Inside the meeting room at the end of the hall, Damian swung his head towards the door when two guards burst in. Huffing for breath, they explained the situation.
"Aaaahhh." The torture master spoke flatly, glancing down at the drow. "So THAT'S what separated you from your woman. She was looking to rescue the half-elf too."
Not answering, Fallen shut his eyes and focused on keeping his breath steady. If Lin was with Ashen then he had a chance....he had a chance....
"This actually works out." Damian clasped his hands together, a feral smile spreading across his face. "This way I get to kill Kilindyl in front of you as well."
Fallen grit his teeth, trying to tune Damian out. No....they would make it. They would. He had to believe that. He wasn't going to give up again.
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Post by Ashen Windsong on Aug 8, 2014 21:18:32 GMT -6
Ashen waited as instructed though unhappy about it. she needed to be with Kilindyl, she would be damned if she didnt get both of them to saftey. but she figured he needed to be "manly" so she rolled her eyes and waited, until she heard a racket coming her way. "shit!" she hissed to herself as she quickly ran down the hall, hiding around the corner. she watched peering ever so slightly from behind the corner. 4 guards came spilling into the Hallway where she was standing. "which way do you think she is?" Ashen became confused, that was Far to fast for an attack. 'did that bastard rat me out again?!' Ashens studying gaze turned into a glare curseing Lin, until the guards start talking agian. "i dont know, she hurt him bad! did you see the blood on his hands? you think he is going to make it?"
Ashen pulled her gaze away with a smile, Kilindyl tricked them. now she knew Lin's game, he must want them to live then. Sighing silently she took out one of her empty vials in her good hand, and readied herself. As she rolled to the other side of the Hallway, she threw the bottle, zooming past the guards and hitting the wall on the other side of the hallway. "what was that?!" one of the guards called out. "follow me men, lets bring her in!" Just as ashen hoped they marched together and toward the noise, not her. thanking the god for them not seeing her, she darted back to the stairs sprinting up them. Ashen listened at the door as soon as she stepped up on the platform. silence, Ashens heart sank. Panicked she burst the door open, hands on her axes.
she was ready to attack, to kill anyone still standing. however she was left looking at Kilindyl, dumbfounded she looked around. the guards where on the ground, as Kilindyl simply looked back at her. seeing him kneeling she straightened from her battle stance. "you could have at least told me what was going on, i really dont like surprises." she lectured as she walked over to him, kneeling beside him. placing her hand gently on his back she noted his fatigue, and his pain. his heavy breathing.
"stay here and rest, come catch up with me once you can. you need to regain yourself, im most likely going to need your help soon." sliding her hand off him she returned to the pouch on her belt, there was only enough herbs for one more person. taking her pouch off her belt she placed it in Kilindyl's hand. "it will help with pain, eat them. they are bitter." she spoke as she rose, starting her way down the hallway. "dont be to long" Ashens words where emotionless as she walked, she knew Kilindyl didnt have much left in him, and he was more of a liability now then help. she would have to go in alone, she would have to kill Damian alone, slay the elders alone, and if she lived after that...get them both out.
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Ashen managed to crawl along the rafters, she rested a moment looking down at 3 guards who where stationed outside a large double sided door. the mask filturing the sound of her breath as sweat dripped from her hair line. the pain was starting to get to her. her arm burned like the flames of hell, as did her right leg. her muscles ached, her eyes burned from lack of sleep and sweat. Ashen was being overwhelmed by her own Fatigue and pain.
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Fallen
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Post by Fallen on Aug 8, 2014 23:09:00 GMT -6
"Regain myself, my ass..." The assassin accepted the herbs and quickly shoved them into his mouth as he pushed himself to his feet. "Speak for yourself..." He muttered the words. She intended on going in alone and he wasn't going to let that happen. She was more injured than he was and Damian was a dangerous man. Not to mention the many guards that were still on post. And last but least the elders.
'The elders...' the thought distastefully. They were ancient things, but they were not to be taken lightly. A few of them were powerful mages, the others wickedly crafty. Ashen wouldn't be able to take them alone. And he'd be damned if he let her.
Following her down the hall, he watched as she scaled up into the rafters like she'd done the night he'd been forced to fight her. As they turned the corner towards the entrance of the meeting hall he stopped just around the bend. Peeking towards the door, he quickly glanced up at Ashen who was slowly making her way towards them. She was moving slowly, her movements pained. 'As if I was the one who needed a breather...' he thought grumpily as he considered his next move. Damian would be inside, probably with those two guards who he'd chased away since they were not part of the three who stood guard.
Closing his hands around the knives, Kilindyl steeled himself against the pain shooting across and up his back. Either Ashen's medicine hadn't kicked in yet or the injury was to deeply set for it to have much effect. Squaring his shoulders, he put on his game face and stepped into plain view. Letting out a long as shrill whistle, he grinned at the guards to turned to him shocked. "Hey boys." He glanced up at Ashen, bowing his head slightly in a tiny nod for her to continue on into the room. 'go one without me..' he thought as the guards ran towards him shouting angrily. Turning on his heel, he forced his body into a sprint down back the hall he'd come.
-- Within the room, Damian glanced up at the door when he heard the guards shout. Ooooh, here she was. Drawing his sword, he stepped toward until he was towering over Fallen. About to voice a warning to the elder at the other end of the room he decided against it. The ancient man was still finishing his spell. The elders magic may be slow...but if anything it was incredibly potent. Instead he looked down to his prisoner.
"Your friend it here." Damian spoke, as he placed the tip of the sword on Fallen's chest.
Fear swelled within the drow then. Not for his own life that he had come to terms with loosing over a month ago, but for his friends. They were going to get themselves killed trying to save him. Breath coming out in a wheeze, he finally responded to the man. "Kill me...not them..." His expression was pained and sincere. "Please...let them go..."
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Post by Ashen Windsong on Aug 8, 2014 23:53:25 GMT -6
'what the hell?!' ashen nearly jumped in surprise as she heard a whistle. turning her head quickly she noticed Kilindyl! he nodded at her, she did the same as he began to run. once the guards left she jumped down, pain shooting up her right let. 'ok that was a bad idea.' she pressed her ear agiasnt the door and listened. though faint she could hear Damian, and Fallen. she knew Damian would be expecting her, Damn it...
Ashen wasnt about to fall for a trap twice. she pondered on what to do, her assassin skills had long sense hibernated in her body sense she embraced her scout heritage, when she was a child. there had to be another way... Ashen smiled, thinking of a different game they could play, maybe if he was a fool...she would have to see. quickly ashen moved back into the room with all the guards laying on the ground. quickly taking one of the smaller Guards she stripped him of his armor. putting it on, she noted how bloody it really was. this could work, Ashen smiled after remembering what Kilindyl had pulled maybe this could work.
Ashen then moved back to the door, holding onto her side encase someone saw her. it was difficult moving in armor she wasnt used to. Plate armor,over top her leather armor. she focused on makeing her voice sound lower without fault, she opened the door, limping inside.
with her lower voice sounding like a young male she kept her face guard down. "Sir, the Woman she is going after the elders." Ashen knew this was a gamble, but she had no other choice.
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Post by Fallen on Aug 12, 2014 21:54:37 GMT -6
Glancing up as the newcomer entered the room, Damian wasn't sure if he should be relieved or disappointed. Relaxing his stance but still letting the tip of his sword rest of Fallen's chest, he frowned.
He knew her. Like he said, they were cut of the same stone, she and him. In her shoes, the higher voices would be one of the last of his concerns. A clean up job at the least. Glancing at the guard at the door down to his prisoner who was wheezing and defeated on the ground, his mind raced.
"Fear not, Damian, the others are safe." The elder who sat at the end of the table spoke, his spell pretty much completed. "They are fleeing as we speak."
Damian barely heard the words. No...they would be the least of her concern. She was here for a purpose, a singular purpose. Save Kethri, and probably killing him would be a close second. So either going after them was a ploy to cause him to drop his guard, or it was some kind of....trick. Keeping his eyes set on Fallen, his expression didn't waver even as the thought occurred to him. what kind of injuries had she been dealt when they had been down in the dungeon.....and what kind of injuries....did this guard who had just entered have....?
"Hmmmm..." he hummed quietly in thought. The elder at the table was oblivious apparently. Old and wise his ass. More like blind, both in the minds eye and actual sight. His sharp mind turned over his next actions and words carefully in his head as he thought of his next ploy. He wasn't even sure if he was correct or not, but there was a couple ways to find out.
"You hear that, drow..." He laughed down at Fallen, "You're not even at the front of your friends concern. I bet you're second guessing your little deal right about not, hm?" Trailing his sword up the drow's marred skin, he set the point down again beside Fallens neck.
Turning his head away from the blade, Fallen shut his eyes. This was getting more and more dangerous. "-please...just let them go." He had come to terms with losing his life to Damian. But before that, before this whole ordeal he had come to a decision. Months previous when he had faced down Miara, he had come to the decision that if it came down to his life or Ashen's, he would gladly die. He would gladly die now.
"Same answer?" Damian scoffed, waiting for the guard to react if he...she? Even did. Pressing his sword across the skin of Fallen's neck hard enough to draw blood he spoke again. "Better be careful, Kethri, I might actually kill you."
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Post by Ashen Windsong on Aug 12, 2014 22:30:42 GMT -6
Ashen cursed herself as she noticed the doors didnt close behind her like she had hoped. Ashen knew Damian was waiting for her to break character, and she knew she was caught. the way he talked...moved...he was playing the same game. She stood there as he spoke hoping, he would fall for it even threw the elders words.
she waited, her anger brewing again seeing how Fallen was pinned to the floor. seeing the blade move closer and closer to fallens neck. even Fallens words made her angry. he was so willing to throw her hard work away, her searching and saving him. just for her sake, she was worthless without him...didn't he see that? seeing him accept death, fueled her more.
As soon as Damians sword was pressed on Fallens neck, Ashens fist clenched to the point her knuckles turned white, gritting her teeth as she hissed a breath pasted her teeth.
Damians last words lit ashen fuse as She ripped her helmet off hurling it at Damian with full force. the second her fingers let go of the metal helmet, she Took out 3 throwing knives, turning and throwing one at the elder, the other 2 followed behind the helmet heading for Damian. Finally knowing full well at least the elder stood little to no chance at dodging her shot, after her spin she leap into the air with fill force. drawing her axes in the process. Even if Damian deflected the helmet and knives, he wasnt about to deflect her. a wicked smile grew on her face again.
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