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Post by Quadhund/Greenhouse on Nov 8, 2006 17:00:15 GMT -5
Selune's rays shone bright this evening, dispelling near every shadow. Normally, the cloaked figure would curse the lack of hiding places, but not this night. This night, selune was in his favor. He did not often travel on the roofs, but this vantage point would give him that much more of a view. He sat on the dark side of a chimney as smoke poured lazily into the night. He settled in for what would probably be a long and uneventful night. He pulled out a pipe, and lit it. A gentle breeze from the west carried his smoke ring away with the other smoke towards Marsember. He watched the shadows behind the windows. Ironic that it seemed as if he were watching a puppet show. Who would be the puppet in the end?
As time drove on, thoughts of recent events began to unfold in his mind. Drow and vampires, new allies and old enemies ... he shook his head. He focused himself. Each detail he missed could become a possible reason for failure. The timing of guard patrols was imperative. Numbers and placement of men. This undertaking was the one thing he cared about above and beyond all else. This was all he had ever cared about. If he succeeded, not even Selune's light would be able to stop the shadows.
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Post by ShadowCatJen on Nov 13, 2006 17:00:31 GMT -5
Not too terribly long after sunset a woman wearing a feathered hat and well tailored clothing came up the street walking at a decent clip. Pausing, she turned and headed into the door leading to the Temple of Tempus.
Within, the priest begrudgingly accepted the tailors tithing and prayer as her friend -- a follower of Tempus -- was feeling under the weather.
It isn't too long until she emerged from the temple again. For a moment she looked around, seeming perplexed. She then wandered about for a bit, turning this corner and that corner, stopping when she got to one dead end, then another. Each time pausing she'd take a look around.
Finally she stopped under one of the street lamps to open up a well worn journal, wrote into it with a bit of writing coal, then put it away again with a satisfied nod. She dusted off a sleeve, adjusted her hat, then set back off to more the center of town again at the same decent clip she left in.
The small utterance of "Where too now?" is all that is heard before her feet take her further away.
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