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PostPosted: March 1st, 2007, 11:25 pm 
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Jate sat up slowly, placing a hand to his head. He was stiff, sore, and felt like he'd been stampeded by horses. And their carriages. Wincing, he raised himself the rest of the way up off of the street and looked around. Bodies lay in awkward positions, cuts and gashes spilling blood onto the paving stones. Other men were on their feet, helping the hurt stand. Over to one side, Lord Elghen bent over the High Inquistor, speaking softly.

"Guess he got away, huh?" Jateyani murmured. He walked to a group of men and helped a younger man stand up. "Here, lean on me," he said as he walked the man to the end of the street.

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Jayahna blended into the crowd of former prisonors perfectly. She looked like a witch herself - dirty, muddy, and hairs sticking out every which way of her thick braid. Deciding she had nothing to lose, she asked,

"Oi!" She said, to get the attention of the man who seemed to be in charge. "Where are we headed?" she said this, most likely barely audible through her heavy accent.

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Kalianna walked up the wide stone staircase to the room she had been given for whenshe stayed here. After a while her bags were brought up.

A ladies maid cam up, "Milady?" She asked "Would you care to freshen up while you wait?" Kalianna nodded and a tub was soon filled. She bathed quickly and then dressed in a soft gown. She decided to read for a while before laying down to rest.

She looked over the reports of foodstuffs that were going to have to be restocked and checked off the items she could get from her father. The others would have to be baught and payed for at a later time.

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An amused expression briefly flitted over the Phantom's otherwise neutral mien. "I'd be interested to see how you'd manage it," he muttered, almost to himself, and in another moment had turned his piercing gaze on Ardan in satisfaction. "Excellent. No doubt he'll be pleased to have his horse back."

Another moment of silence was spent in observing Ardan with an air of thoughtful reflection, and at length the Phantom added, "Would it be a faulty conclusion to assume that as you had that, as you put it, 'under control', you were not allied with those men of the Regent who seem to have been attempting to arrest me?"

This was a roundabout way of inquiring, it seemed, if Ardan was sympathetic to their cause. The Phantom seemed reasonably sure that he was.

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Threng nodded. So this man was to help them. He hoped for Ranulf's sake he was telling the truth. Men who betrayed the Phantom were delt with harshly, or so it was said. No one had dared to betray the phantom.


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Again that brief expression of satisfaction flitted across the Phantom's face, but all he said was a mild, "Good."

A glance behind them and he had quickened the pace, urging Ardan's now-compliant horse into a canter. "Pursuit will be imminent."

The location of the Phantom's Keep was secret, known only to his followers and not - yet - revealed to the Regent or his men. The Phantom intended to keep it that way as long as he could. Traitors were a fact of life, a fact of rebellion, and he was under no illusion that the secret would stay forever kept.

A few hours of riding steadily, not having yet caught up to the wagon traveling at roughly the same pace, and reaching around Jais to pull the horse up abruptly the Phantom dismounted. "You can go ahead if you'd like," he told Ardan, surveying the young man shrewdly, "to meet with this partner of yours." He would, of course, be checking with Kjan that Ardan had actually met up with them. Trust was not built on half a day of acquaintance. "I have some errands that need running, as it were."

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Of course the boy wouldn't be able to accompany them all the way, but - "Aye," said the Phantom with a shrug. "If you're interested in doing a lot of waiting outside. But what I'm doing needs doing on foot. So unless you're keen on losing your horse - and your companion's - or you have another plan?"

He felt in an inside pocket of his cloak, where among the packets and vials of unnamed substances useful in anxious situations nestled a silver key.

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Elizabeth, who had veen amungst the men in the fight in the allyway, ran out of the violet flames, couphing a little. She watched the Phantom and his companion ride away on a horse, before going down another allyway. Staggering up onto the roof of a building, whe watched them ride away, until they were out of sight.

Elizabeth sat on the roof right were she was. She had killed at least one guard today with her slingshot. She could get hung at the gallows.
That's it, I'm running away. Taking my siblings with me. she thought, jumping down from the building and running through the streets and into the local bar.
"Ah, Beth! You're late for work. Did you get caught up in that mess out there?" said the wide-girthed bar manager when he saw her.
"Yes, but I'm quiting, leaving town," she said quietly, knowing she'd miss the man who acted like a father to her since her real abusive father had been murdered by her missing twin brother...

((sorry for the long post, but had to catch up a little...))

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The forest was never silent. The trees always rustled, the birds always chirped. Despite what the common ignorant city-dweller thought of the dark, inimical wood where the quiet pressed in, stifling the senses and sending fear stabbing into the foolish wanderer's heart, the forest was never silent. Silence meant that something, some predator, was near.

Silence meant danger.

And surely the creatures of this land knew that the dozen stony-faced men who moved like hunters through the trees, with a hunter's leather and bows slung over their backs, to be predators. That was the art, Falch'nus knew as he stalked at point position. To move so silently as to appear invisible. Contrary to popular belief, invisibility was not a phenomenon but a state of mind - an asset for those with the discipline to master it.

And if the animals condoned them, then the Phantom's men surely would.

Two riders on horseback, following a wagon trail in the road. The quarry with the handsome price on his head was moving away on foot. Alone. Hardly daring to believe his fortune, Falch'nus signaled six of his men to dispatch the two riders, and the other six to follow him on the Phantom's trail.

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"Farewell," Jais sighed with a dainty wave of his hand. To him, drama was not only an art but an alter ego. He turned around and spurred his horse onward, finding as he did so that he was inexorably bored.

Now what he really couldn't figure out was why that peculiar state of being bored had almost cost him his life on several occassions, especially when someone else was around.

A pity he hadn't the time to dwell on the fact, for he realized that his mouth reacted faster than his mind. "You're an optimist, aren't you?" he asked his new friend, delighted at Ardan's insubstantial grin. "They say that optimists live longer than pessimists, which I think isn't true because, if you can't already tell, I'm a blatant pessimist with no interest in living life whatsoever. I suppose the bread vender must be an optimist, then, because I still recall that one incident where he - Hey look! A bird!"

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The Phantom vanished, cloak blending with the forest seamlessly and rendering him merely a part of the speckled shadows and light. The key jingled slightly, nestled in his pocket among sundry other objects, and his expression took on an unknowingly thoughtful look. Stopping, the Phantom extracted a roll of parchment from one of his other myriad pockets.

Many rebel inwardly, but only the brave show it outright. Dhiraen Jewelsbane. To follow was a map, a rough sketch of the forested countryside not far from Y'rydha. Swiveling, the Phantom turned to face the descending western sun. An few hours' walk, he concluded, and moved again silently through the trees.

By the time he reached the edge of the forested patch the sun had descended significantly, creating shadowed patches in what before been sunny meadows and thickets. Another minute and a narrow valley opened up before the grey-cloaked figure, a mere fold in the landscape as though it were a tablecloth not quite shaken out. He descended.

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To Jais's disappointment, a nuance in the forest ahead startled the bird into flying away. Idiotic thing. He'd never liked birds anyway - Hey look! Another bird!

Mercifully for his own sanity - which according to varying accounts he no longer had - he discovered the nuance's source incarnate in the wagon ahead. Spurring his horse into a trot, he caught up with a wave and a disarming grin. "How many of you committed murder this afternoon?"

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"Not I!" Kjan replied cheerfully before pausing in thought. "Well...there were the two guards and the sack of potatoes...but I don't think that was quite lethal. Pity. What's your count for the day?"


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"Alright, Elizabeth, you can take one of my horses, for your siblings. Hope to see you soon." the bar tender said, smiling. She ran to the barn, and tacked up a bay mare that the tnder owned. She ran up to the hay loft to grabbed her few things, then lead the horse out.

She picked up her siblings, having them ride the steed, while she led her. They made their way out of the city, with a little trouble at the gait.

When the sun was low, they had made it to their old farm. The first thing she did was visit the graves of her father and her brother.
"What am I doing?" she mumbled to herself, "I'm running away... but away from what? There's no were to go. I need a guild."

Sighing, she went to the old field, which was covered with weeds...

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The Phantom followed the little valley, around its hairpin bends and twists, until it ended abruptly in absolutely nothing but a small hole in the ground, big enough in diameter for a child to slip through but definetely a stretch for him. He frowned, stopping, and it was only when the sound of his footsteps ceased that he was aware of a very faint tapping, a ringing from far below.

He knelt to put an ear to the ground. Yes, it was definetely hammering, and -

"It's a mine, laddie."

The Phantom almost leapt into the air with surprise, whirling with his sword already half-unsheathed. But it was only a dwarf, a squat bearded little man.

"Many rebel inwardly," he barked, jewel-bright eyes surveying the man before him. It was a moment before the Phantom realized this required an answer.

"Oh - but only the brave show it outright," he finished. "Dhiraen Jewelsbane. I'm Phantom Grey." Producing the silver key, he held it up. "This is what you want, I believe."

The dwarf's - Dhiraen's - eyes increased in glittering intensity until they practically glowed. "Aye, 'tis," he said gruffly, and in turn proferred a scroll sealed with wax brittle from age.

Th exchange was made and the Phantom bowed, grinning. "Many thanks, friend. You can rest easy knowing you'be mayhap saved our country."

"I'll rest easy w' this," was the reply, and in an instant the dwarf had vanished down the entrance to what was presumably his mine.

It was in a mood of extreme satisfaction that the Phantom wound his way back up the alley, scroll in hand. Wait - just wait - until they all saw this. The hangings would stop, even the Regent would be forced to submit to the power he would wield.

The Phantom frowned suddenly. Was that what he wanted? To be a dictator little better than the one he so despised? No. He would need someone else. Someone who would not be tempted by power.

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At that moment, the blissfully ignorant Phantom had exactly three arrows etched with his name pointed at his general vicinity. The concealed archers lined strategic positions along the valley walls, their eyes riveted upon where they knew their Guild Master to be. They waited for the signal.

Falch'nus watched the proceedings with a trained eye. "Steady," he told the other two swordsmen at his side. They crouched in wait on a ledge above and ahead of the Phantom's current position. The timing had to be impeccable. After all, the arrows were not designed to impale, but to distract as the other three leaped from their positions to knock their quarry unconscious. Call him a dolt, but Falch'nus never took his bounty dead unless absolutely necessary.

He raised his gloved hand and stroked the falcon after which he'd partially been named. With a softly spoken word, he threw his arm upwards. The magnificent predator spread its wings, gaining altitude in a flurry of feathers. At that exact moment, three arrows loosed from various points on the valley walls, effectively compromising Phantom Grey's peripheral vision.

Falch'nus was the first to leap from cover, both dirk and rapier drawn. Rapier feinting to the side, he slashed in and up with his dirk, coercing the Phantom to the side where the other two bounty hunters waited.

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At the same time a few miles away, Jais and his little group of friends were suffering similar proceedings.

The six leather-clad swordsmen had dropped from the trees, three landing on the wagon. Before Jais could so much as draw his scimitar, his horse had buckled beneath him in a spray of blood. The Guild Master may have ruled that the bounty be taken alive, but no such rules applied to the bounty's unwitting minions.

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