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02/21/2003 4:40 PM

He was sitting within the inn, his head hung low over his fourth mug of ale, minding his own business and happily drinking away his own personal nightmares, when he felt her enter the room.

It was not that she was particularly pretty or unwary- it was the alertness of her actions, and perhaps the glint in her eye that drew his attention to the woman.

Beneath him, he felt the leopard, Hylo, nuzzle against his knee and he absently petted his oldest friend with an absent hand. The other hand still nursed the warm tankard of piss poor ale.

Rowan had plenty of problems of his own without mixing himself in other people’s business, but the woman intrigued him and so he paid attention. She seemed agitated, as if she was waiting for someone and was growing angry that, they were taking so long to turn up.

He could feel her impatience. Sense it. It was a skill that was inherent. A gift he had inherited from his great grandmother, along with many other such skills.

His legacy…and one that he had fought hard all his life not to give in to.
He was a Shaman by birth.

He was a thief and mercenary by trade. A man without home, country or allegiance, and he was sinking into a one-way spiral, straight to Hell.

He wondered if the woman was the angel who had been sent by Paladin to save him and then he grinned as he read the truth written on her heart.

He realized now what it was that had drawn his attention to her specifically.
She was a killer. A Shadow Hunter. A woman who killed for money.

So was he. But there was a twist.

She was his target and he had just drunk away the last of his considerable pay.

The only question that remained to be answered was, which one of them would walk out of the inn, and which one would be carried. Him or Jen Ruby?

He sighed deeply before rising to his feet and drawing her eyes to him. It was only then that he saw the movement- an imperceptible flicker of silver in the corner of his eye as a dagger was drawn by one of her comrades.

Damn! thought Rowan, as a dagger began to fly on a trained path to his forehead. Damn!To be or not to be, ay there's the point,
To die, to sleep, is that all? Ay all:
No, to sleep, to dream, ay marry there it goes.
For in that dream of death, when we awake..

[Edited by Jorza on Friday, February 21, 2003 4:44 PM]

02/22/2003 12:39 PM

Wren heard more than saw the throw, the distinctive whistling of an airborne object comming closer. He grabbed the mug of beer off of the tray he was carrying, bringing the small wooden round up and behind him. He was rewarded with a *thunk* as the tray was jerked out of his hand and clattered on the floor, the dagger lodged deep in it.

The serving man set down the mug he had been bringing to the table and turned to face the crowd. "Alright, who threw that?""Eyes that fire and sword have seen,
and horrors in the halls of stone,
shall look at last on meadows green,
and trees and hills they long have known."

-The Hobbit

02/22/2003 1:02 PM

Rowan saw the dagger embed into the tray and then heard it fall to the floor with a loud clatter. He drew his own dagger, ready to pin Jen Ruby through the heart once and for all. She was an opponent who had stalked his career for far too long now, but when he turned- the woman was gone.

He cursed under his breadth at his bad turn of luck; but he still drew a hand across his brow to wipe away the fine line of sweat that had broken out. Rowan turned his attention back to the serving man.

"Thanks. I owe you friend,” he said.
The time has come, the Walrus said, to speak of many things. Of ships and shoes and sealing wax. Of cabbages and kings.

02/22/2003 3:44 PM

OOC: I know this is a realj name but i think it's cool!!!

Akira turned her head to the thunk and paitently waited for her ale. Two seconds later, she realized that was what had stopped the dagger.

"Hey! I paid good steel for that!"

OOC: My characters are just gettin into all sorts of trouble....First Jak gets her table up in flames, now this. How many men does it take to screw in a lightbulb? Well, one to screw it in, but and an unlimited men to boast about the screwing part.

In the Name of Her Dark Majesty, the Queen Tahkisis
Karina Half-Elven Majere
Princess of Darkness

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