Noticing Haldir in the midst of his deliveries, Zahan paused briefly to investigate. Slipping silently through the crowds, and straining his ability to remain unseen despite towering over the rest he edged closer.
"Ahh, Elavali again. Figures." He thought. "Well hun, thanks for the oppertunity, I'll give you your share later."
Pocketting Haldirs wallet with an amused grin he continued about his business.
"Funny, coulda sworn Haldir was married..."
Stab in the Dark
Moderators: The Soothsayer, Lanist, Xaphon Zessen
Re: Stab in the Dark
A few hours later, realizing he isn't going to get his delivery of seeds any time soon, Haldir strolls to the merchant selling seeds in Dyron. Seeing a large quantity for sale, he reaches for his dapper pouch...."What?!? I knew I should never wander the streets of Fairhaven alone!" His suspicions quickly run wild. Probably Kyerna again....or perhaps one of all those Samsara he saw milling about the docks as if they had nothing better to do. Mumbles, "Well, only one way to solve that problem. Maybe I can even get some of my own dappers back." Haldir places some of his best one handed swords crafted to date for sale in Dyron. "They got to get them somewhere."
Re: Stab in the Dark
Hiding in the Shadows using Magic long forgotten, Daemion watches as various homins scurry about Fairhaven.
"I AM NOT PAYING THAT MUCH FOR A SIMPLE HAIR TRIM!!! I DON'T CARE HOW MANY "LOVELY YOUNG LADIES" YOU SEND TO ATTEND ME, ALL I WANT IS A HAIR CUT!!" bellowed a familiar voice from a nearby building.
*chuckles* "Poor Jyudas. Musta Crossed Kyerna again." *spots a familiar lacky running by and pulls him into the shadows*
"YOU AGAIN! I SWEAR IT WASNT ME! I DIDNT SAY AN......!" *chokes as his voice is taken away*
"Dont worry, I Already know who did." *growls* "I have a message for you to take to your Mistress.*sees the look of fear in his eyes* Yes I know all about your relationship with her."
"My opperatives can be in place at a moments notice. Send word and they will make sure we are not disrupted. You know how to reach me."
"Now to ensure that the message gets to her intact..."
*a large Scaled Hand extends out and etches in the lackey's arm a curse mark. The Mark of the Shadow Dragon*
*pain retches thru the Lackey, thou no sound is made as he tries to scream*
"There, now go swiftly little homin." *Daemion shoves the Lackey out of the shadows and onto the docks of Fairhaven and returns his voice*
*The lackey Screams out in pain as the Curse takes hold and continues to burn thru his body*
*Seeing the resulting chaos enfold, Daemion activates a shadow portal and steps thru*
"Now where was I...Ah yes..." *Pulls out his sword and begins weeding*
"I AM NOT PAYING THAT MUCH FOR A SIMPLE HAIR TRIM!!! I DON'T CARE HOW MANY "LOVELY YOUNG LADIES" YOU SEND TO ATTEND ME, ALL I WANT IS A HAIR CUT!!" bellowed a familiar voice from a nearby building.
*chuckles* "Poor Jyudas. Musta Crossed Kyerna again." *spots a familiar lacky running by and pulls him into the shadows*
"YOU AGAIN! I SWEAR IT WASNT ME! I DIDNT SAY AN......!" *chokes as his voice is taken away*
"Dont worry, I Already know who did." *growls* "I have a message for you to take to your Mistress.*sees the look of fear in his eyes* Yes I know all about your relationship with her."
"My opperatives can be in place at a moments notice. Send word and they will make sure we are not disrupted. You know how to reach me."
"Now to ensure that the message gets to her intact..."
*a large Scaled Hand extends out and etches in the lackey's arm a curse mark. The Mark of the Shadow Dragon*
*pain retches thru the Lackey, thou no sound is made as he tries to scream*
"There, now go swiftly little homin." *Daemion shoves the Lackey out of the shadows and onto the docks of Fairhaven and returns his voice*
*The lackey Screams out in pain as the Curse takes hold and continues to burn thru his body*
*Seeing the resulting chaos enfold, Daemion activates a shadow portal and steps thru*
"Now where was I...Ah yes..." *Pulls out his sword and begins weeding*
Daemion Last of the Shadow Dragons
Leader of the Dragons of Shadow
Leader of the Dragons of Shadow
May the Shadows Watch over you
Re: Stab in the Dark
*Found slipped under the door of your appartment*
OOC:
PLEASE CONTACT KOSTIKA TO REGISTER FOR THE FIGHT.
THE FIGHT WILL BE HELD ON JULY 16TH AT 5PM UK TIME (12pm EST)
OOC:
PLEASE CONTACT KOSTIKA TO REGISTER FOR THE FIGHT.
THE FIGHT WILL BE HELD ON JULY 16TH AT 5PM UK TIME (12pm EST)
Wallo
Omega V
Re: Stab in the Dark
After a long day of Weeding, Daemion returns home to find the Note.
"Ah, Very Good. Now to prep the Kirosta Steaks. Afterall Bareskined Homins fighting each other do get hungry for food, among other things"
*commits message and map to memory and incinerates them*
"Ah, Very Good. Now to prep the Kirosta Steaks. Afterall Bareskined Homins fighting each other do get hungry for food, among other things"
*commits message and map to memory and incinerates them*
Daemion Last of the Shadow Dragons
Leader of the Dragons of Shadow
Leader of the Dragons of Shadow
May the Shadows Watch over you
Re: Stab in the Dark
Congratulations Faa. Well done on finishing your final opponent off quickly and painfully.
Re: Stab in the Dark
Congrats Faa! 
OOC:
*curses constantly at events of RL for causing him to miss Sword and Shield Day*
OOC:
*curses constantly at events of RL for causing him to miss Sword and Shield Day*
Daemion Last of the Shadow Dragons
Leader of the Dragons of Shadow
Leader of the Dragons of Shadow
May the Shadows Watch over you
Re: Stab in the Dark
*blushing a bit under her tatoo*
Thank you all for the beautiful event.
Thank you all for the beautiful event.
>>> FAA - TS <<<
primus inter pares
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"Since once I sat upon a promontory,
And heard a mermaid on a dolphin's back"
primus inter pares
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"Since once I sat upon a promontory,
And heard a mermaid on a dolphin's back"
Re: Stab in the Dark
[A few days ago]
: :O n a warm afternoon, Sehraci sat amongst the bustle of Yrkanis at her shop near the front merchants. While playing idly with her armor craft needle and a few materials, a young Fyros woman sidled up on the side::
"Hello! Would you happen to be Sehraci Antodera?"
"Yes, yes I am. Can I he----"
"Great!" the Fyros interrupted. "I have some outstanding news for you." Sehraci eyed her a bit quizzically as she continued. "I'm proud to inform you you've won a weekend getaway, courtesy of the Atysian Trader's Society! You're on our list of featured merchants and were randomly selected in this month's drawing. Just our little way of rewarding honest traders and promoting good commerce. Congratulations!"
"Oh, wow, thanks, I think. Where's this 'getaway'?" was Sehraci's reply, still a bit confused but getting excited.
"We've set up a lovely little camp on the shore of Muse Watch Lake, full amenities. Meet in Crystabell tomorrow morning. Mektoub transportation complete with driver will be waiting there. You'll have all food and of course lots of drink," the Fyros winks with a grin, "provided, as well a twenty-four hour attendant for the duration of the stay. Congratulations again, and enjoy!"
She bowed and walked off, quickly lost in the city crowd.
Sehraci leaned back against a tree and smiled. "Sure is nice to get a little reocognition" she thought. That evening she left her shop clerk instructions to keep a close eye on the store for the weekend and to hold any orders, then hurried home to her apartment to pack.
[The present]
Sehraci entered Yrkanis about 4am at the beginning of the next week, relaxed and cheerful. An older Fyros man had met her in Crystabell and lead a mektoub caravan do the lake in Winds of Muse while she rode atop one complete with umbrella and simply enjoyed the ride. The camp had been hardly more than a tent, but she was left with a young Tryker named Larkin who waited on her hand and foot the entire time. And he was quite dashing, as far as Trykers go. Sehraci grinned to herself as she shuffled into her apartment and dropped her bags to the floor. A few days out of the city not spent digging in the dirt had been long overdue.
Just then a slip of paper on the floor by her luggage caught her eye and she picked it up. Bringing it closer to the luminescent butterfly that served as a light, she read...
"... you are invited to the next Sword fights..." Excellent, the Samsara sword and shield tournament was coming up again! Leaving the previos event as champion, Sehraci became excited at the prospect of competing again and defending her title.
"Time: 2 days hence when the moons are full in the sky"
"That was tonight. It's already over!" she blurted aloud.
The bright mood was instantly gone and she collapsed on the bed. As she tried to fall asleep she muttered silently to herself. "Stupid Samsara. What kind of notice is two days? Stupid Atysian Trader's Society... ruining my chance to compete... never even heard of them!" And then it dawned on her.
Sehraci was out the door early after only a brief nap. Talking to a few friends and connections she had among the merchants and even in the palace, her suspicion was confirmed. No one had heard of any "Atysian Trader's Society." A trip to the lakelands deepened the mystery. The Crystabell stable boy had never seen the Fyros mek driver previous to the start of the trip, nor since. The camp in Winds of Muse was gone without a trace.
Someone had gone to great lengths to keep her away from the tournament. Were they a competitor eliminating competition or just someone manipulating the betting pool in their own favor? No way to know for sure- but Sehraci did know they'd find themself on the wrong end of her sword when she caught them.
: :O n a warm afternoon, Sehraci sat amongst the bustle of Yrkanis at her shop near the front merchants. While playing idly with her armor craft needle and a few materials, a young Fyros woman sidled up on the side::
"Hello! Would you happen to be Sehraci Antodera?"
"Yes, yes I am. Can I he----"
"Great!" the Fyros interrupted. "I have some outstanding news for you." Sehraci eyed her a bit quizzically as she continued. "I'm proud to inform you you've won a weekend getaway, courtesy of the Atysian Trader's Society! You're on our list of featured merchants and were randomly selected in this month's drawing. Just our little way of rewarding honest traders and promoting good commerce. Congratulations!"
"Oh, wow, thanks, I think. Where's this 'getaway'?" was Sehraci's reply, still a bit confused but getting excited.
"We've set up a lovely little camp on the shore of Muse Watch Lake, full amenities. Meet in Crystabell tomorrow morning. Mektoub transportation complete with driver will be waiting there. You'll have all food and of course lots of drink," the Fyros winks with a grin, "provided, as well a twenty-four hour attendant for the duration of the stay. Congratulations again, and enjoy!"
She bowed and walked off, quickly lost in the city crowd.
Sehraci leaned back against a tree and smiled. "Sure is nice to get a little reocognition" she thought. That evening she left her shop clerk instructions to keep a close eye on the store for the weekend and to hold any orders, then hurried home to her apartment to pack.
[The present]
Sehraci entered Yrkanis about 4am at the beginning of the next week, relaxed and cheerful. An older Fyros man had met her in Crystabell and lead a mektoub caravan do the lake in Winds of Muse while she rode atop one complete with umbrella and simply enjoyed the ride. The camp had been hardly more than a tent, but she was left with a young Tryker named Larkin who waited on her hand and foot the entire time. And he was quite dashing, as far as Trykers go. Sehraci grinned to herself as she shuffled into her apartment and dropped her bags to the floor. A few days out of the city not spent digging in the dirt had been long overdue.
Just then a slip of paper on the floor by her luggage caught her eye and she picked it up. Bringing it closer to the luminescent butterfly that served as a light, she read...
"... you are invited to the next Sword fights..." Excellent, the Samsara sword and shield tournament was coming up again! Leaving the previos event as champion, Sehraci became excited at the prospect of competing again and defending her title.
"Time: 2 days hence when the moons are full in the sky"
"That was tonight. It's already over!" she blurted aloud.
The bright mood was instantly gone and she collapsed on the bed. As she tried to fall asleep she muttered silently to herself. "Stupid Samsara. What kind of notice is two days? Stupid Atysian Trader's Society... ruining my chance to compete... never even heard of them!" And then it dawned on her.
Sehraci was out the door early after only a brief nap. Talking to a few friends and connections she had among the merchants and even in the palace, her suspicion was confirmed. No one had heard of any "Atysian Trader's Society." A trip to the lakelands deepened the mystery. The Crystabell stable boy had never seen the Fyros mek driver previous to the start of the trip, nor since. The camp in Winds of Muse was gone without a trace.
Someone had gone to great lengths to keep her away from the tournament. Were they a competitor eliminating competition or just someone manipulating the betting pool in their own favor? No way to know for sure- but Sehraci did know they'd find themself on the wrong end of her sword when she caught them.
Sehraci Antodera [Medium Armor & Accessories Boutique]
Master of Illusion and Torment
"True power is not destruction, but control"
Karavaneer - Arispotle
Reapers of the Dark
Master of Illusion and Torment
"True power is not destruction, but control"
Karavaneer - Arispotle
Reapers of the Dark
Re: Stab in the Dark
I was wondering why you were there Sehraci.
Good luck finding the culprit. Someone obviously didn't want you to compete.
Good luck finding the culprit. Someone obviously didn't want you to compete.