"Death?" Dagonet questioned with a flat, almost cold voice, deprieved from all emotion for he could not handle them anymore. The ruthless slaying of the men got embedded deep into his soul and the one responsible for it knelt infront of him

"You do not deserve death, it would be a too generous punishment for your acts. But I will do as you bid and grant you the freedom of your soul. Hopefully you did not sell it to Morgoth, I pray for your sake" he then raised his sword and placed the sword tip against the mans neck firmly

"But first you will answer me my questions, for if you do not. I will not grant you death, but torture that will take your soul away bursting and still you will not be relieved of the deadly pain. But I can show also mercy, even the darkest one in heart can have a decent death...." Dagonet's voice fell to a lowered murmur and then roused it again as he laid out the questions

"Who sent you? Why did you kill those innocent men and what do you want from the woman?! Speak swiftly and do not test my temper" he forced the sword tip firmer to the assassins neck and a few drops of blood were let loose because of the assassins jolt

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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.

Karn looked up and narrowed his eyes as he looked into the guardsman's soul. He saw that he was not lying and sighed.
"That woman is being looked for by almost every provanace leader in middle earth, she is wanted for the deaths of hundreds maybe thousands."
He leaned closer to him and whispered.
"She is a devil. I have been sent by a person who searches for her to bring her back alive so she can answer for her sins."
He leaned back into a kind of slump and sighed.
"But alas you have yet again allowed her to slip away and go on murdering others for no reason. You may think I am a villian, which I may be, but she is evil and kills without remorse and for no reason."

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

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"The only one who I saw that kills without remorse or reason with my very own eyes is you!" Dagonet spoke through grint teeth, the urge to thrust the sword into the man's throat was great but somehow he manged to control his anger, even though he was walking upon a thin line.

"You have slain the two men like a coward, affraid to face them and one of them was my closest comrade!!" his voice roused strong, anger flashed in his eyes but he still restrained himself from the kill, too much blood has been spilled already.

"It was you who slit another throat in the most cold blooded way! Now tell me, how should I judge the devil woman for doing all the slaughtering when you are most involved in it? Should I kill you, should I let you live a painful life until the shadow takes you finnaly?" Dagonet's voice fell to a low grumbling murmur as he eyes the man with a pierecing glance, to some it may come even more deadly then that of an arrow he wields so well.

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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.

"I have not slaughtered your people at all. I was merely doing a job. If it makes you feel better I am sorry for your loss but it was unavoidable. If it wasn't me then she would have." He glanced at the hole in his hand, the blood flow slowing down.
"As for you next move I think you should lock down this whole level, take your troops out and let me capture her. After I have do with me what you will." He stared the man down, breathing slowly, not flinching from the man's own icy stare.
"You either do as I have said or your other alternative is to kill me and try to capture her yourself and lose men in the process."

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

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Firbrar watched from the shadows as the men debated, and he smirked while he observed the Gondorian’s patience wear thin upon the stranger, the assassin who knelt in submission before him. With deliberate slow movements, he set the nock of an arrow upon his string, the arrow black, and much akin to those that Maihele used.

He drew the string back slightly, then lifted the bow, pulling more of the weight till the limbs of the bow came close to limits, but there he paused, taking his aim cautiously while he still remained within the dwelling he had acquired, having all but forgotten the victim that lay on the floor at his feet still. Through the opened window he could see the men clearly by the light of a torch that was set near them, he could see each glimmer in their eyes, each expression upon their faces, each tremble of their nerves and muscles, then he chose his target.

As the string released, the arrow set forth on its course, singling out the Gondorian with swift assurance, though the aim was not meant to kill, for Firbrar wished to be closer to his kills, more sure of the death, and with fewer witnesses, but if his plan succeeded, the dark woman would again be put to blame. And it was so, that the arrow grazed dangerously, yet skillfully, close to the neck, driving across the skin of the shoulder lightly as it went through the thick and cumbersome cloth of the cloak which was worn by the soldier, penetrating through it then into a wood hewn pillar, sinking deeply since the power of the bow at such a range was forceful and drawn to its limit, thus pinning the man firmly in place.

With a swift movement and stride, Firbrar took leave of the closure, though out of sight of those that were there, slipping as slyly as a cat down the streets and into the shadows of another dwelling, leaving his damage behind, anticipating the actions and entertainment to come.

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

Karn watched the arrow fly and hit the pillar. In the confusion he secretly pulled out a dagger from his boot and kept it behind his back.
"You see? She attacked you for no reason!"
He glanced at the arrow.
"Let me finish my job."

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

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Dagonet cried out heavy as the arrow pinned him against the pillar and held him trapped, he felt the warm trickle of his blood down the neck and chest, dampening the garbs under the armor. Anger was in him and even more to the words of the assassin that knelt beside him. He could not lift his left hand for the wound seemingly severed a muscle thus providing him with great pain.

Slowly he raised his free hand but he had to drop the sword to his side to be able to pull the arrow out that held him trapped. With all his summoned strength he managed to get free and pull the thick shaft out of his clothes and skin. Blood was flowing slowly from his wound and with grint teeth he observed the arrow. He knew that he could've been dead by now for this was a skilled archer and Dagonet knew that the shaft had to only wound him.

Slowly he raised his menecing glance filled with anger and a dose of fear towards the assassin he knew no name of "How many of you more are there?" he muttered under the heavy voice as his breathing quickened.
"How many more are in your party of havoc makers that try to slay innocent people and use them for your sport?!" he raised his sword that he picked up from the ground and held it firm in his left hand while the right clutched for his neck, holding off the bleeding

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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.

Karn shook his head.
"I work alone, other people slow me down."
He clutched the dagger tightly and slowly pushed himself against the wall of a nearby building sighing. He thrust the dagger up his sleeve quickly keeping it hidden.
"Like I said..." He sighed again. "...Let me do my job and you'll have your real killer."

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

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"Your days of roaming the streets are over..." muttered Dagonet while he pointed the blade at the assassin "...either you submitt and go freely into coustody and await your trial or make me make the judgement right here. Seems the Valar favour you since they control my wrath" his eyes flashed slightly but it soon faded away as a wave of pain struck him again along with a feeling of light headedness. Two more men came to them as they heard the cry of Dagonet from before, one held a bow with a knocked arrow pointing at in diverse directions and finnaly targeting the assassin if he tried to escape. The other was armed with a sword.

"What say you?" questioned Dagonet once again after speaking to his men in their own tounge of words unknown.

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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.

Karn looked at himself, slumped on the floor, his body half broken. Would take him a while to heal up. He turned his attention to the three men and smiled.
"You make a tough offer but I think I'll let you take me in."
He smiled at the guard.
"But know this, I am your only hope of catching her. You men will fall one by one or she will escape out of your reach."
He raised his only good hand to the guards.
"In your own time."

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

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(*twitch* Ok... I've actually reached a limit here... Dog gone it I need something to do when I finally do get to spend time on the computer when everyone is gone, and this parlay of words is going on far too long >< and it's not easy for me to come up with a post to fit in. It's depriving me of my moment sanity needed to get through the day... I am going to do a little bit of powerplaying here, because I cannot handle this right now in my current mood... I apologize but I have to turn it in a bit of a different direction... )

Suddenly a loud cry came from a dwelling nearby, as though the last efforts of one to live were being attempted. Just as the cries died down, an elderly woman ran outside the door from which the commotion had come from, her screams of terror echoing through the empty streets. Running, half stumbling, the woman came towards the soldiers, pointing behind her to the dwelling, her hands covered with blood, while she barely managed to stutter words of pleading, the word "murderer" and "Devil" heard within several of her incoherent sentences.

With fear in their hearts that the killer had struck the innocent again, and with determination to capture the culprit, Dagonet and the two Gondorian soldiers turned, sprinting with swords drawn and bow ready to where the woman had pointed with such frantic pleas.

When they arrived to the dwelling, there lay slain upon the floor the woman's elderly husband, his own sword held clasped within his hand, proof of his desperate and seemingly successful attempt at defending his beloved spouse. Nothing remained as proof of who did it, but no doubt the minds of the soldiers had thoughts which ran the same angered course.

Meanwhile, temporarily forgotten, the assassin observed with a keen gaze, and suddenly perceived a shadowed figure flit across the path beyond the dwelling, and with a firm effort, he stood to his feet and even beyond his pain, began to pursue slowly the sly being that had gone past.

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

Karn peered into the darkness as he stumbled from one foot to the other trying as best he could to follow the figure. He drew his hidden dagger with his one good arm and let the right flop around. It was dislocated for sure and his legs felt like lead, but he kept moving, this person must be the woman.
He turned a corner into a small square totaly open. He stopped at the opening and scaned the area for any sign.
"You're here..." He whispered under his breath "Come out..."
He took a few small steps into the square looking around for any sign of any movement. He heard something scutterling and with fast reflexes he threw the dagger hitting a small rat, killing it instantly. He hissed in pain as he walked over to it to collect his dagger.
"Hmm..."
He cleaned it on his trousers and continued looking.

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

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(I´ll join this as Neracelc, he works as a bounty hunter on this one...)

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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!

(o.o W00t another bounty hunter... Maihele's in for it big time... righto, welcome aboard!)

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

It had truly been a while since he had been around there, he didn`t even want to stay because he was going in and out of there. He was after a woman, there was a bounty on her head and that was what Neracelc once had done best so now he would do so again, but in the name of justice this time.

He rode onwards in his own quiet manner, his hood over his head, almost blank face and a whistle carrying as the role of quiet entertainment. He slowly rode onwards on the street until he came upon a square with a man limbing there. He found the dagger throw rather amusing, the man seemed to be looking for something, but Neracelc had his own search yet he could perhaps start asking from this man. He rode towards him quietly and stopped at a safe distance, he had his cloak around his coring his weapons and only his bow was visible as he leaned forward on his saddle. He first scrathed his somewhat newly bearded chin quietly pondering how to address the man and what to exactly ask.

"Good evening... if you do not mind I need answers.."

(Malrid your move...)

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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 looked up sharply pointing the dagger at the man on the horse. Karn was in no position to fight back, he was tired and had many wounds.
"And why should I give you answers?! Who are you?"
He took a few steps back until his back hit the wall of a building.
"Did you kill those people?"

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

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