"I could have..."

Neracelc said with a smirk on his face, which suddenly changed back.

"But I didn`t nor there was anything to gain.... but I thought that you could provide me some answers, I am looking for a woman, a real devil they say and theres a bounty on her head... you wouldn`t know anything about that would you?"

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

He shook his head slowly.
"No sorry I do not. I have just got here and was attacked by some thievs."
He looked at himself.
"As you can see."
He looked back up at the man.
"If I see or hear anything I'll tell you."

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"Rock N' Roll is the only relgion that never lets you down!" ~ Lemmy Kilmister

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Neracelc hmped, there was something fishy in this and the man. He wasn`t to be trusted his clothing, wounds and acting sort of gave him away.

"Quite harsh thieves I must admit, not the typical thieves around here because the last time I was here the thieves were just willing to go in and out trying to avoid the city patrols.... besides... nice throw, very accurate I must admit not something every man does really...

What is your name?"

He suddenly asked as he sat quietly examining this man

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Karn was taken back by the man's question he had hoped for him to just leave.
"Karn... that is my name. And thank you, I do practise throwing daggers."
He sheathed the dagger back up his sleeve.
"What are you skilled with sir?"

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"Rock N' Roll is the only relgion that never lets you down!" ~ Lemmy Kilmister

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"In killing of course dear friend and snuffing out liars... you sir are one..."

He said with an amused face as he showed his scimitar.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Karn smiled.
"You are indeed experianced sir. It's nice meeting a fellow hunter."
He took a step toward him holding out a hand.
"Nice to meet you sir, might I have the pleasure of knowing your name?"

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"Rock N' Roll is the only relgion that never lets you down!" ~ Lemmy Kilmister

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"So we are both after the same prey?"

Neracelc asked quietly all tough wasn`t expecting an answer as he continued yet never approached the man

"My name? Truth be spoken I have two, but just call me Neracelc... does that ring a bell?"

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Karn shook his head.
"Sorry, I have not heard of you. But yes we after the same target."
He felt his right arm beginning to feel better and moved it slightly.
"I just hope we do not cross paths while I am capturing her."
He grined and turned.
"Well I will leave you to your search, I must continue with mine."
He stumbled off down a dark alley way still looking for the person he spotted.

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"Rock N' Roll is the only relgion that never lets you down!" ~ Lemmy Kilmister

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"Well I am glad that I do not own a reputation..."

Neracelc smirked as he rode quietly off along the street looking around, he stopped by an inn. He opened the door to a quiet room with a man behind the desk quietly whistling, Neracelc walked up to the counter and looked at the man.

"I need a room, information and a beer. I hope these are available?"

"Of course, I`ll get you a room and you may tell me what you need to know while I make that beer..."

The man turned away to fill a glass.

"I am looking for the female devil, the one with the big bounty on her head.. seen anyone like that or heard anything?"

Neracelc asked as he got the glass and drank some of the beer after that.

"Well there was some fighting and talks about her down the street I think... guards and another bounty hunter whom seemed to be on her trail I guess..."

"I see..." Neracelc said with a smile as he quickly finnished his beer and left the payment. "I will be back soon..." He said as he disappeared into the streets to again find the man he had met.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Firbrar listened to the conversation between the two bounty seekers, seeming amused by the situation at hand, and it all fit in with the way he wished things to go. Cautiously he slipped past the two as they spoke, for the morning was beginning with a Twilight glow, and his work of the night was complete... all that remained now was to track his prize and watch the chase continue...

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Maihele peered from her place of concealment upon a roof, knowing that she must escape before the day rose in full, or else it would become harder to keep hidden. With a hesitant step, she quietly approached the gate to the lower level, her eyes keeping watch of the guards which stood there, and the archers which stood higher up.

It would be a rough attempt, but Firbrar had already struck again, and surely the Gondorian’s were more furious than ever. It would be now or never that she would make the attempt, she’d leave and let Firbrar finish his week, then she’d live to pursue and prevent him from ruining the lives of another city or village. It had become too chaotic to remain here...

With a quick movement, Maihele threw a stone so that it ricocheted from the wall down an alleyway beside the gate, and immediately, the guards became alert and rushed to the sound, while one archer ran to focus his attention on the area of commotion. Lifting the aim of her bow, an arrow upon her string, she released it at the proper point, and it split the bow of the second archer, rendering the wood useless in its task.

Rushing forward, she leapt high and barely managed to catch a hold on the hinges, gasping slightly as it tore at the skin of her fingers. Scaling upon whatever surface available, she had nearly made it over the gate and wall when the first archer returned to the cries of alarm let loose by the second archer, and thus they were alarmed of her presence.

With no time to make a careful attempt at avoiding any guards that might be waiting on the other side, she made a quick effort to clamber down the opposite side, though the last fifteen feet provided barely any hold for her and she was forced to release herself, landing in a careful and low crouch, though her left knee came down hard upon the stone. Crumbling to a roll, Maihele groaned from the pain caused from the hit, and it was only when she looked up finally, that she realized she had nearly half a dozen spears held towards her.

With the feeling of imminent doom, Maihele laid down her bow and weapons, collapsing upon the ground as her body shook with sobs. She felt helpless in the situation, and desperately she wished she were upon the open plains, chasing instead of being chased, and she knew now that if these men took her, Firbrar would roam free. It puzzled the men there to see the small though fierce woman sobbing, but the anger was deep within them and they forced her to stand, one on either side of her, while another stood behind with the steel of a spear held against her back.

Limping from the fall, but for the most part undamaged, Maihele kept her pallid face cast low, strands of her short black hair drifting over to shadow the deathly complexion, her cheek bones hollowed from the tormenting years that rested heavily upon her shoulders. Even then her mind worked ways of escape, for she could not stand to remain in captivity, and the thought of being chained within the dank darkness of a dungeon frightened her more than death itself... It wouldn’t be more than a few paces before she’d face her judgment, as the men dragged and shoved her forward towards the level in which she had first encountered the others.


(Don't worry, I have further plans for the chase to be made... besides, this should make an interesting debate between all of them...)

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

Neracelc rode onwards down the streets to the other levels looking for a trace of his target or the other hunter, he asked from guards and peasants yet getting on small clues that didn`t really matter. Arrived to a small square where he looked around cursing as he hadn`t found anything useful yet, but he would go on for the next day if he had to.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

[unfortunatley I must abandon this RP, cannot keep up with it and most of others alike because of certain things.... Feel free to powerplay as much as you like. Enjoy!]

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I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the Warrior for his glory. I love the homeland which they defend.

(*shifty eyes* ... owh... drat... I'm lacking a soldier now... *murmurs* Not to mention an excellent RP'er... *sighs* I fully understand.... it is going to take much of my effort to actually keep up with this, or be active at all... *mumbles* Might as well delete it altogether... Well, I'll see what I can do, Malrid and Curunir, but I can't promise I can stay when one of the main lines of the story has been pulled. I will definitely not be able to handle all the characters that are now required to be handled, so we will have to turn this story a different way... someone help me get Maihele free! >< lol.)

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

(see what happens then...)

Karn's legs were feeling a lot better. He had great healing abilities even on the move. He heard the comotion and ran through various alleyways to get to it. He came to the exit and saw guards stood around something or someone. The woman! He ducked back inside and looked at his dagger, the only weapon he had.
Karn couldn't take on so many guards with just a dagger. That is when Karn found an old disguarded plate with a fork and knief left upon it. He smiled to himself and collected the cuttlery. Karn readied himself and counted the men quickly then dived back in. Five. He sheathed the dagger, placed a cuttlery piece in each hand.
He threw himself out and launched a fork at one man and a knief at the other. Both hit the men in their necks watching them drop like flies. The others turned to see Karn with a dagger drawn and hunched down. Two ran at him spears at the ready. The first lunged which Karn easily avoid, grabbed the spear and pulled the man into his dagger. The guard fell to the ground and Karn pulled the spear from his now dead hands. The second soldier snarled and lunged at him but the distance gave Karn the time to throw the spear, hitting the soldier in the head.
The final soldier watching the woman turned and was about to fire an arrow at Karn, but the assasin was already on top of ducking and dodging his way forward, making it difficult to get a good aim. When Karn was five feet away the guard fired the arrow. Karn felt it hit his shoulder knocking him back. As he fell back he launched the dagger hitting the guard in his hand. Karn cursed and quickly rose to his feet as the archer fumbled at trying to load another arrow. Karn thrust his shoulder into the guards chest, toppling him to the floor. The assasin cried out in pain but had succesfully brought him to the gound. Karn pulled out an arrow from the archer's sheath and stabbed him in the neck.
With all the soldiers dead he slowly rose to his feet pulling out the dagger from the archer and turned to the woman.
"Now then. If you want to get out of here you need my help..."
He pulled out the arrow from his shoulder and sighed.
"What say you?"

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"Rock N' Roll is the only relgion that never lets you down!" ~ Lemmy Kilmister

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Maihele watched in near shock as the guards were slain around her, though she could do nothing, as her hands were roughly tied behind her back. Even though an escape was offered right before her eyes, she frowned, for she indeed despised killing the innocent, and it was with this she challenged the assassin.

"Why have you killed them?! They were merely accomplishing a task to ensure safety among their own families! You are just as bad as he and I shall have nothing to do with the likes of you..." she hissed bitterly, her eyes cold and harsh upon the man.

"If you are here to kill me, I suggest you do it now, for I do not fear death, but I fear accepting your assistance, for I knew it is wrongly given... Now be gone and leave me, or slay me now, do what you must..."

Submission was in her eyes, though regret also dwelled there, regret that she had failed bitterly, and time was indeed lost. Firbrar could be anywhere, at anytime, and she was here, hindered from her task which she had as of late poorly handled...

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

"I slayed them because I am to here to help you escape here. I have suffered much for you and I am not too pleased that you disagree with my offer of help."
He took the dagger and held it above her head.
"I might as well kill you then..."
He quickly spun it around and thrust the hilt upon her head, knocking her out. Karn smiled and looked to the guards. An idea devolped in his head. He quickly swaped his armour for that of the guard's, it was a snug fit and he didn't want to leave his own armour. After he finished changing he found a sack to put his own armour in as well as his weapon.
He now had a Gondorian sword and a disguise. Now he just had to get out without anyone suspecting anything. He needed a horse and the nearest stables he saw was near the exit to the lower levels. He looked to the woman and tied a piece of cloth round her mouth, then topeled a bucket of water over her face.
"Wake up! We're moving!"

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"Rock N' Roll is the only relgion that never lets you down!" ~ Lemmy Kilmister

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