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Post subject: Posted: February 16th, 2008, 5:32 pm |
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Jate had followed the others into the cluttered subterranean room and managed to squash himself in between the wall and a kilo high pile of scrolls. When the dwarf began giving them a history lesson, well...history was dull. Everyone knew that. Though the thought of a dragon and lair full of jewels was interesting enough. Jate hadn't been much of a scholar back home, a little politics and trade was considered sufficient to keep him alive. It wasn't like he was expected to take over the Ralkaien estate or anything. All said and done, Jate was only half listening when he noticed the old dwarf motioning in his direction and the Phantom giving a resigned comment to the story.
Yer a prince, boy, or I'm a cave lizard." The words came out of the blue. Blinking, Jate stared at the dwarf.
"Pardon?"
"Are ye deaf, dumb, and stupid boy? I said yer a prince. Twice!" Under his breath, he muttered something that sounded like "humans".
Jate realized he was sitting with his mouth hanging open. He looked around the room and saw the faces of every member of his party turned to him with every expression imaginable on their faces. To be sure, his own was probably a dandy one as well. Thoughts started flying through his mind. Prince? Heir to the throne? The memories of his childhood came back with young ones calling him nasty names and forbidden to play with him. All of a sudden, Jate leaned back and started roaring with laughter.
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Post subject: Posted: February 16th, 2008, 10:43 pm |
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Eledhe waited, motionless, every sense attuned for some indication of what might be going on above - how large was this arriving company of elves? How were they being received? Was there any opportunity for her, any chance...but she could hear nothing but footsteps, see nothing but stone.
She realized, abruptly, that she was chewing her lip fiercely, and instantly stopped. Ah, dark gods, what point was there? Silvryn had every reason to want her languishing in that dungeon forever, and no matter how much she threatened to talk, was this ambitious elf lord really interested in the secrets behind a petty human rebellion? Eledhe turned, pacing, feeling something curiously like defeat.
It was with apprehension rather than hope that she heard footsteps descending, and turned warily. Bloody elf guards...in her peripheral vision, Eledhe caught sight of someone who was not an elf guard, and whirled. One of the elves in uniform glanced at Silvryn for confirmation, then went swiftly to Eledhe's cell. "Hurry," his partner hissed, glancing up the stairs - what had happened to the other two guards? Eledhe waited, disbelieving.
When the lock clicked open, she flew like a bird. "How much time do we have?"
"Not much," said the lead guard (or whatever he was) tersely. He had paused at the top of the stairs, motionless, to scan the hallway in both directions. Eledhe automatically felt at her waist for her belt pouch and was reminded of its absence. "Where's the armory?" she hissed up the stairs.
He turned halfway to dissuade her. Eledhe cut him off. "I'll meet you later, my lookout if I'm caught. Where's the armory?"
He'd barely indicated one direction and she was gone.
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"Yes, well," said the Phantom, halfway intrigued by this claim but not readily open to considering it, "we'll just trouble you for that map, and be off?"
The dwarf was already rummaging around in his bewildering sea of parchment, talking about something under his breath in a rumbling mutter. Eventually he emerged, bearing a worn sheet of much-used parchment. He spread it on the desk, and stabbed in the middle of a mountains range with a stubby finger. "Heiregard's 'ere. Yer goin' south and a bit west, and there'll be these iron mines, see?"
The Phantom did. "Much obliged," he said, taking it.
Belgaard regarded him obliquely. "Can't recall," he said suddenly, mien thoughtful, "if there was ever somethin' guardin' it."
"As if we haven't got enough to worry about," muttered the Phantom under his breath.
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Post subject: Posted: February 18th, 2008, 4:12 am |
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Silvryn paused for a moment to watch Eledhe leave, then began to follow the others once more. In other circumstances, she would have liked to arm herself as well, given that Eledhe had deprived her of her own sword. However, time was quite obviously of the essence, and there was also the small matter of stealth. Wherever Silvryn went, the other three would no doubt follow, and even elves had difficulty being inconspicuous in larger numbers. No, better to make for the exit and leave the mercenary to her own devices.
However, as they passed the two unconscious guards whom they had left behind, Silvryn did take the opportunity to stoop down quickly and remove one guard's blade. It was a bit heavier than anything that she was accustomed to wielding, but it would be better than nothing in a tight spot.
They made it through the remainder of the corridors with surprising ease, only having to pause once to deal with a pair of guards who had just happened to chance across the escaping group. Soon enough, they reached the proper exit. Lindar took one look around before turning to Silvryn. "My lady, we have very little time. I am afraid that we cannot afford to wait for your 'friend.'"
Silvryn merely nodded. She was not overly concerned about Eledhe actually talking if captured, and she feared very little for the mercenary's personal safety. As far as Silvryn was concerned, her duty by Eledhe had been fulfilled the moment that Lindar had unlocked the cell door, and quite possibly before then. After all, this entire predicament had come about through Eledhe's kidnapping Silvryn with the intent of selling her to the Regent for a large profit. It was not as though Silvryn truly owed the mercenary anything.
"Lead the way, then."
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Kjan, who had concealed his laughter only through a conveniently-timed coughing fit, looked briefly at the map before the Phantom folded it away. As far as he could tell, much of their journey would still be following the mountain range, which meant one of two things: more oppressive tunnels or more mountain-climbing. He wasn't sure which he looked forward to more.
There was also the small matter of the dwarf's questionable sanity. A touch of eccentricity was to be expected from anyone who buried himself in parchments day in and day out, and from the looks of things, this particular dwarf had spent several decades in such conditions. No doubt he'd gotten a bit out of touch with reality, not that Kjan blamed him. Reality could be dreadfully dull at times, and downright burdensome at others. But even still, to mistake their 'prisoner' for royalty....
"Are we absolutely certain that we want to be taking directions from this one?" he whispered as discreetly as could be managed.
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Post subject: Posted: February 18th, 2008, 11:00 am |
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Jate came to stand by the Phantom and Kjan as they looked at the map. Having gotten over his laughing fit, he now thought soberly about the whole adventure.
"Let me get this straight," he hissed to the Phantom. "We're supposed to follow this crazed dwarf's map to a place where this object may or may not be, which may or may not be guarded by something. Then when we finally get rid of said something, I'm supposed to waltz in and just pick up this Heartshard? What happens if this dwarf has lost it? I'd get killed! Which is, incidentally, the most logical explanation. Me, royalty? I think you have seen enough of me to know that has to be impossible." He crossed his arms and stared at the pair.
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Post subject: Posted: February 18th, 2008, 4:34 pm |
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"Nobody said you were picking it up," retorted the Phantom, not troubling to look up from his scrutiny of the map. "I'll probably try for it," he said with a shrug. "First dwarf to use the thing was probably in the right place at the right time. If it happens to incinerate one of us, at least we know the Regent can't use it either."
Personally, he was of the opinion that the many magicians in service at the royal palace would find a way if need be. If the artifact didn't work for any of them, the most they'd be able to do would be to prevent the opposing side from taking advantage of the fact. The thought was less than comforting.
"Right," he said, folding the map and putting it in his jerkin pocket. Belgaard was once again obscured by parchment. "We're off." He eyed the dwarf, and decided thanks would go unheard. "Hopefully getting out of Heiregard is less exciting than getting in."
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Eledhe darted around the last corner, one hand still fingering the throwing stars in her belt pouch. All of them seemed to be present, along with the daggers she was still replacing in their usual places as she moved, and the scimitar at her belt.
Several times she'd darted into hiding from elves that passed, hardly daring to breathe until they were long gone. If anything, this little escapade had served very well to make her suitably wary of any elves she met in the future. Now, slipping soundlessly out a window, across a roof, and dropping into the shadows of the courtyard, she found herself measuring the distance to the gate. Ten steps...five...three...she breathed a nearly imperceptible sigh of relief, and listened for Silvryn with her newly acquired entourage. There, they'd gone through the gate north and east of her.
Eledhe didn't make much of a pretense toward quiet. They could hear her anyway. "Are we quite ready to quit this place?" she inquired of them, a touch caustically.
By the dark gods, it felt good to have a throwing star back between her fingers.
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Post subject: Posted: February 18th, 2008, 11:52 pm |
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[Happy (early) anniversary. It's been a pleasure keeping up with this rpg and watching it grow. Magnificent humor and sword and sorcery adventure - I commend you all.]
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Post subject: Posted: February 19th, 2008, 1:23 am |
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"Quite," Adaniar agreed dryly. Without so much as another word of consultation, the small party took off through the thick surrounding woods. They wove through the trees with as much haste as could be managed given Adaniar's present state - which was to say, still quite a bit. Elven reflexes combined with natural lightfootedness made the dense trees more of a cursory annoyance than any true hindrance, but even still they were required to stop after only a mile or so of running. For all of Adaniar's attempts to appear hale and unconcerned, his time spent in the prison had clearly taken its toll.
"My Lady," he said as he discreetly rested against the trunk of one tree. "We must consider how best to proceed. Your ally, this 'Phantom Grey' - do you know where he will be now?"
Silvryn considered for a moment before replying, "He intended to visit the dwarves, though exactly where that might be was never established. Presumably wherever their main city lies. Regardless, I must somehow catch up to them as quickly as possible. This new development may prove crucial to our cause. Am I correct in presuming that this 'Lord Raen' is indeed connected to the Regent?"
Adaniar nodded wearily. "Kytana is only a very small portion of Raen's plans, I fear. But now is not the time for that. You are right; it is imperative that you make contact with your allies soon. The main dwarven city is Heiregard. Does that help you?"
Silvryn glanced briefly at Eledhe, but it was evident that the mercenary knew no more than she. "I am afraid not. But it is entirely possible that they will have passed through the city by then, so we will likely only require a general bearing. Can you give us that?"
"I should go with you myself, if not for guidance then for protection," the elf replied. Before either of his companions could protest, he held up a hand. "I said only that I should, friends. I am well aware that I would do more harm than good in my current state. That being said, however, I do insist upon sending Tomith to accompany you." He paused here to indicate the other elf who had not yet spoken through the whole operation. "He is a skilled warrior and knows that territory well. He can ensure that you reach your destination while Lindar and I attempt to lead them off of your trail....If that is acceptable, of course, my lady."
Silvryn, accustomed to such treatment from men perhaps, but not elves, merely nodded. She was still struggling not to think overmuch about the implications of it all, as there was hardly adequate time for contemplation at the moment. Better to leave it all for later. "Yes," she said at length, with as much finality as could be managed. "I am indebted to you, Lord Adaniar, for all that you and your warriors have done. I do not doubt that you have saved my life this day."
Up until that point, Silvryn had not been aware that elves ever blushed. However, a slight flush was evident as Adaniar delicately kissed her hand and bowed. "It was truly only my duty, Your Highness," he murmured. "It warms my heart to know that hope remains. I pray that we meet again in this life, and under far better circumstances." Executing one last bow each, he and Lindar disappeared into the forrest.
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Kjan nodded his thanks to the all but invisible dwarf and followed the Phantom out into the corridor. "I was thinking that we might replenish our supplies while here, since we were denied that opportunity back at Sixpeaks," he commented as they continued to make their way toward wherever they were going. "I'm sure the dwarves have most of what we need - maybe even pipeweed. I managed to procure a pipe in town, and I'll be cursed if I don't need a smoke after these past two days we've had."
He'd intended for the last statement to come out more jokingly than it did, and even as Kjan spoke his expression darkened fractionally. After a moment's consideration, he motioned for the Phantom follow him. Only once they were at somewhat of a remove from the others in the party did he speak up again, and even then it was somewhat hesitantly. "I've also been thinking...about our other situation," he began slowly. "If what the dwarf said was true about royalty, then it's possible that the Regent knows that, and that's why Eledhe...." He trailed off, apparently not wanting to mention the incident specifically.
"At any rate, I'm most likely not of much use with the Heartshard, as I think we can fairly safely cross me off the list of potential royalty. I could double back with Ash and maybe Dante as well and try to head her off in Y'rydha. We still have a few allies there, and it might be possible to stop her before...." He trailed off again, this time with a halfhearted shrug. "Just a thought, really."
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Post subject: Posted: February 19th, 2008, 8:30 pm |
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Eledhe was eying this unexpected addition to their pair; as it appeared, he seemed about to render it a trio. She had a faint suspicion that this elf was predominantly there to counterbalance her own presence. The thought provoked a sardonic smile. Their opinion of her might go no further than halfbreed, but they evidently did not quite trust her alone with their precious princess.
Half-mockingly, she inclined her head. "Eledhe Darkstar."
He regarded her obliquely, warily. She waited pointedly. There was no accompanying gesture to the eventual, "Tomith Arken," but Eledhe supposed it was a start.
"Pleasure," she said with false enthusiasm, sauntering past him. This was going to be a dreary trek, with those two for company. "We're off, then."
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"Mmm. Pipeweed," was all the Phantom responded with initially, looking contemplative. Then, shaking himself out of whatever he'd been thinking of, he considered what Kjan had said with a frown. "Supplies, yes. I've got a few crowns still. As for Eledhe..."
He trailed off, the crease in his forehead betraying a considerable amount of inner turmoil at the thought. "That leaves Jate and I," he said finally. "I don't believe for a moment that the boy is royalty - I'm probably closer than him - but two are far easier to attack than five. Or seven." He muttered the last resentfully, and drew a resigned breath. "If the Regent knows, we have to get there with all speed. If his agents find it before us, this entire effort might as well never have happened. If neither Jate nor I can use it, we'll at least be able to relocate the thing."
He eyed the others momentarily, who were a ways removed and conversing among themselves, and turned back to Kjan. His expression didn't betray a trace of his normal wry humor. "Seven levels -" he began, and changed his mind. Perhaps the expletive reminded him overmuch of Eledhe. "Kjan, if it were possible in any way at all, we would have turned around after Silvryn the moment I saw Eledhe's note." Grimly, he fiddled with the hilt of his greatsword. "There's no guarantee we'd be successful, especially since I suspect she's got companionship besides Silvryn."
He reached for his belt pouch, counting out crowns. "All we can do now is hope she's alive. Hope hard."
That said, he dropped several into Kjan's hands. "We'll need food, a tinderbox, matches, rope...and pipeweed, of course." He paused, and then added a few more crowns. "Get some ale, too. We're going to need it."
He cast another look at the other three. "You take Dante and Ash. I'll take Jate. We may have a few things to discuss."
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Post subject: Posted: February 23rd, 2008, 2:17 am |
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Kjan arched an eyebrow at the Phantom but said nothing. Making a mental note to inquire as to the nature of those 'few things' later, he counted the coins and pocketed them. "Right. So I'll see you back here...whenever we're done. Have fun talking about things." He touched his forehead in a brief salute, then headed back over to the others.
"You two get to help me go shopping," he announced cheerfully, clapping both Ash and Dante on the shoulder companionably. "And you get to have a nice chat with the Phantom, I think. Good luck with that." With a jaunty wave, he took off in the direction that he could best guess the market to be in, leaving the other two little option but to follow after.
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Post subject: Posted: February 24th, 2008, 1:11 am |
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The dwarven market buzzed with rough sarcasm, haggling women, and the not-so-rare pick-pocket. Shoving his way through, he followed closely behind Kjan, scowling angrily at anyone who glanced with mild curiosity at their odd group. The air swam with a hundred scents, some violently strong, some elusively seductive. Dante coughed loudly and grumbled under his breath.
"It's gonna give me a bloody headache. Mind you, I've got no complaint against being drug around in a crazy dwarven city... but can't Pha- <i>The Phantom</i> send you to do it and let us have a rest?" His head was turned and attention diverted for a moment by a grisly old dwarf with a beard that might have passed for a fowl nest. He had kegs of strong liquor sitting out on his booth, and was grunting out their attractiveness. Though he'd never been a particular one to consume a lot of it, Dante felt as though it might be a good time to start now. On this fool mission to get the - what was the thing called? Heartshard?
Kjan's attention, however, was elsewhere. Dante trotted after him, and another long stream of complaints began to formulate themselves under his breath.
"We're all going to die. Either the dwarves'll through us back in that stinkin' hole and let us rot, or we'll freeze to death, or get ambushed by one of 90.5% enemies that you have out there in the world. Oh yes, and <i>now</i> we can all look forward to exploding on some glorious relic legend. And I'm <i>hungry.</i> Don't you people ever think about eating?"
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Post subject: Posted: February 24th, 2008, 6:56 pm |
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"You done? Thanks." Kjan turned back to the dwarf with whom he was presently 'haggling.' "Look, I'm telling you, I don't have fifty copper on me, and even if I did, that's an absurd price for few loaves of bread! I paid ten back there for salted meat, and it was a far greater quantity than this. This shouldn't amount to more than five, if that."
"D'ye see any fields 'round here, laddie?"
"Not exactly, no."
"Right," the dwarf grunted. "So obviously we ship it in from elsewhere, which obviously means a bit more shiny stuff's involved. 'Specially with that thrice-cursed Regent o' yours raisin' tariffs left an' right. If ye really care so much 'bout prices, do somethin' to get rid o' him."
"Rebellions do take time, you know," Kjan shot back indignantly.
"Aye, it's only taken a decade so far."
"Kingdoms don't change overnight."
The dwarf nodded in satisfaction. "Neither do my prices. Tell ye what - I can give it to ye for forty copper. I'm feelin' generous."
"I'll pay no more than ten."
"Next customer," the merchant barked out, reaching to take the bundle back from Kjan.
"Fifteen?"
"Yer slowin' business, boy."
"I can pay you twenty-five, but that's it. The rest of my money's run off...somewhere. I need to find him."
The dwarf grinned toothily. "Pleasure doin' business," he said, holding out a hand for the payment.
Muttering under his breath, Kjan counted out the coins and dropped them into dwarf's palm, then shoved half of his load into Dante's arms to carry. "Why yes, I would appreciate it if you would carry some of this, Dante. How uncommonly kind of you to offer." Before the cartograper could protest, Kjan took off again, plunging back into the mass of dwarven bodies.
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Post subject: Posted: February 24th, 2008, 7:11 pm |
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Left alone with the Phantom. Jate couldn't wait to hear what was going on in that master mind. He could just see the wheels turning...while his happened to be at a grounded halt.
"Well?" He turned to look at the other. "Time for a friendly chat? Perhaps you are going to clue me in on some of the friendly whispers you and Kjan share?" He looked steadily at the Phantom, hoping for some answers. Trying to keep a tough exterior, he couldn't help but feel desperate inside. He wasn't cut out for adventures, much less for adventures revealing him to be a prince and in a position where he could get killed. He tried not to let the frustration and fear show in his eyes.
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Post subject: Posted: February 24th, 2008, 7:45 pm |
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The Phantom eyed him for a moment. "You're rather stubborn, for a noble," he commented, striding on ahead without indication for Jate to follow, but with the assumption that he would. "It's a pity I'm not the type to get overly indignant about insubordination, or you might be in trouble."
With this somewhat inscrutable comment, he fell silent until they reached the large chamber designated as a general marketplace. The vaulted ceiling soared overhead, arching up with architectural precision to meet at a single point, from which hung a brightly glowing, many-faceted sphere of crystal. The Phantom was mildly interested in this contrivance, and assumed that it had been either engineered by the many dwarves concerned with such things, or magically imbued with the light needed. In any case, the chamber was lit as though by a small sun, which made searching for the needed supplies marginally more convenient.
A select few merchants passed through Heiregard, it seemed, most of them dwarven themselves. They passed countless stalls selling jewels, metalwork, and myriad other objects that were a testament to dwarven skill and ingenuity. Unfortunately, this did not make items like a tinderbox, tents, and tin implements such as pots and pans very readily available.
After perusing what seemed half the marketplace, the Phantom was wondering if there was much point in continuing.
There had, however, been a point to his choosing this especial shopping partner.
"So," he began, turning to Jate. "Tell me. If that dwarf back there was right - keeping in mind that this is all purely hypothetical - in that you were some sort of royalty, and therefore are our only possibility for the use of the artifact that's been causing our recent misadventures, would you see fit to assist us, or have your loyalties retained their moorings?"
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Post subject: Posted: February 25th, 2008, 11:05 pm |
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Jate turned from an interesting looking whatchamajigger to consider the question. It wasn't unexpected; he had been thinking on it since he realized he'd become a permanent member, if reluctantly, of the party. Still, the answer was slow to come. The Regent wasn't the greatest of people, Jate was at least smart enough to realize that. But a question came to his mind, unbidden, from so long ago it seemed like a different life.
"So is that your plan, take down the Regent in order to set up someone else who could be just as bad?" How the tables had turned! Now he had that chance...Perhaps he could be the better one. But to do that....well, he'd have to willingly become a rebel. Cast aside his family - that wasn't too hard. They didn't much care for him anyway. Run the risk of being hung for treason - no one would believe he'd traveled so far with them as a prisoner. No, he'd be tried now no matter what. What a chance! King. Could he manage to be a king? What if he failed? What if he died when trying to take the Heartshard? What if the rest of the rebels abandoned them when they found out a noble was going to take the throne instead of who they were expecting? Worst of all, what if they were just going to use him? Have him as a figurehead and throw him away when they were done?
Jate took a deep breath and looked the Phantom straight in the eyes. "I...I will join you. If, and I mean if this dwarf is right, I'll assist you. Though I won't be used!" His eyes flashed momentarily, then he calmed again. Smoothing his coat, Jate continued, "I'd still like some information though. As impertinent as I am, I'd like to be clued in a bit if you want me to help."
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Post subject: Posted: February 27th, 2008, 1:04 am |
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"Settle down," said the Phantom amiably, putting his hands in his pockets. "What do I look like, a tyrant? I'll have you know I don't use puppets. How would I be any different from them if I put someone else on the throne so I could pull the strings?"
He sauntered forward, the picture of a casual bystander. A nearby dwarf, jealously guarding the crystalline trinkets spread over his velvet cloth, gave him a suspicious look. The Phantom executed a perfect half-bow, with a few unnecessary flourishes, and kept right on walking. "Your wish is my command, then," he said to Jate, a wry twist to the words. "You agree to help me, I agree to not lie to you. Can't promise I'll tell you everything" - he paused to quirk an eyebrow at the younger man - "a rebel leader's got to have some secrets, after all. So. Ask away. There's a tinderbox, one moment."
He returned with it, scowling. "Bet they wouldn't charge so much if I shrank by a couple feet," he muttered. "Where were we?"
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Post subject: Posted: February 27th, 2008, 1:39 am |
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Peering over the top of various packages, Dante steered in a general Kjan-ish direction.
"I'll thank you to," he stopped, narrowly missed a ragged dwarf boy who had just scurried across his path. The ungainly tower in his arms wobbled a bit before leaning carefully into his chest. Dante rushed onward again. "Look," he said, finally getting close enough to Kjan again to address him, "Excuse <i>me</i> if my queries are getting a little redundant, but maybe if you'd have the grace to give a man a little explanation now and then, instead of being so blasted secretive."
He paused, huffing slightly at Kjan's side. His voice lowered slightly for once, in a tone that was meant for the rebels ears alone. "I may not be a rebel leader Kjan Armadur, but I have eyes and ears, in case you haven't noticed. And for once I'd just like to know <i>exactly</i> where we're going and whether there will be danger there."
On this last utterance he paused a moment, looking thoughtful.
"And if the latter isn't inevitable, I'm a elf."
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