Post by Malignant Naricissism on Apr 23, 2010 17:38:37 GMT -5
A man in black leathers and a dark green cowl stepped off the caravan in Valkur's Roar, fiddling with a short bone-white rod. Humming to himself, he approached the gate, glancing around. Suddenly, as he moved one of his fingers, the rod glowed briefly and a ray of icy air shot from the end of it, grazing past Collo, the guard at the gate, condensing some ice on his right shoulder.
Collo immediately took up his halberd and shouted, charging at the cowled man. The few townsfolk around gasped and flew into a frenzy of shouting as well, as Collo attempted to run the man through with his halberd. The cowled man, obviously in complete shock of what had just happened, dodged the charge, taking a moderate wound rather than a mortal one.
As he rolled to the ground, a good amount of blood pouring from a wound in his side, Collo approached the man on the ground, attempting to finish him off. Just as he struck down with his weapon, the man rolled to the side, quaffed a vial, and disappeared, leaving only a small pool of blood.
Collo blinked in disbelief and surveyed himself. Finding no wounds on himself or anyone nearby, he shrugged and returned to his post. He spoke quietly to himself, "I'm not even going to bother reporting this...not worth the paperwork."
Less than half an hour later, the same man entered Talbot's, cowl taken off, and looked about warily. He nodded to Sarduk and a few others gathered around a table, and immediately took a room key and headed upstairs.
"I'm going to have to speak to that man about selling me a faulty rod of frost. Damn near got me killed. Maybe Sarduk will know what to do about this..." Darius laid down in the mediocre inn bed, much more comfortable than he was used to, and went back to thinking about home. Remembering something, he got up, set a quick snare on the door to fire a crossbow at anyone opening it, and went back to the bed.
"Maybe I'm paranoid...but I'd rather not wake up to an old friend at my bedside." Turning over, he quickly fell asleep.
Collo immediately took up his halberd and shouted, charging at the cowled man. The few townsfolk around gasped and flew into a frenzy of shouting as well, as Collo attempted to run the man through with his halberd. The cowled man, obviously in complete shock of what had just happened, dodged the charge, taking a moderate wound rather than a mortal one.
As he rolled to the ground, a good amount of blood pouring from a wound in his side, Collo approached the man on the ground, attempting to finish him off. Just as he struck down with his weapon, the man rolled to the side, quaffed a vial, and disappeared, leaving only a small pool of blood.
Collo blinked in disbelief and surveyed himself. Finding no wounds on himself or anyone nearby, he shrugged and returned to his post. He spoke quietly to himself, "I'm not even going to bother reporting this...not worth the paperwork."
Less than half an hour later, the same man entered Talbot's, cowl taken off, and looked about warily. He nodded to Sarduk and a few others gathered around a table, and immediately took a room key and headed upstairs.
"I'm going to have to speak to that man about selling me a faulty rod of frost. Damn near got me killed. Maybe Sarduk will know what to do about this..." Darius laid down in the mediocre inn bed, much more comfortable than he was used to, and went back to thinking about home. Remembering something, he got up, set a quick snare on the door to fire a crossbow at anyone opening it, and went back to the bed.
"Maybe I'm paranoid...but I'd rather not wake up to an old friend at my bedside." Turning over, he quickly fell asleep.