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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Mar 7, 2005 18:08:35 GMT -5
For the fiends it is. Normal steel hardly even dents them, but silver and magic seem to work pretty well. The fiery glow of your sword should do the trick too, but if you're ever unlucky enough to get in trouble with a fiend, fighting him should be the last thing on your mind. said Francis, over his shoulder. He walks into the tent and moves towards the side, nodding to Lexon, who glanced at Ssertzah, holding the gaze a little longer than normal. Francis paid no heed, but instead pulled open a satchel from under the nearby table and rummaged inside it.
Planar compass, dry rations, a few baubles, and some flint and steel... he muttered to himself, tossing the bag to the yuan-ti That should do it.
As soon as the bag left Francis' fingers, Lexon spun around from the tent flap and lunged towards the old man, bringing his mouth to Francis' ear. He babbled something quickly and, wide-eyed, stared back towards Ssertzah.
You can't stay here much longer. Lexon says that the Blackguard are on patrol, which probably means they suspect something. says Francis, hurridely taking a fat walking stick from the wall If they find you, they will never stop until you are theirs; if for no reason that their commanding officer doesn't have your skin over his mantle. Stay hidden, move quick, and take cover in the clerk's district; they don't tend to patrol there. I've put a scroll in your pack describing a task that you must do. Other members of the Order will be observing: do not shirk this duty.
The old man walks to the tent flap and kneels down, putting his ear to the floor and peering slightly out the opening in the tent. Within a moment, he stands up again.
They'll be here shortly. Lexon will have to accompany you to the clerk's district. Remember: stop for nothing. I'll create a distraction. When the time is right, go
With that, the old man slipped outside the tent and disappeared into the crowd. Lexon stays crouched and close to the flap, listening outside.
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Post by Exile, Bast Incarnate on Mar 7, 2005 23:45:53 GMT -5
Quickly putting her hood on and hiding the weapons under her clothing, Ssertzah stands behind Lexon, waiting for the signal.
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Mar 10, 2005 20:08:15 GMT -5
Lexon waits momentarily, closing his eyes and concentrating on the sounds coming from outside. The dull repeated thud of metallic boots against the paved ground begins to rise up, indicating the presence of what might easily be five or more heavyset, armored men. The streets turn quiet, as the soft footsteps of low-class citizens move towards the edges of the street and away from the oncoming presence. The tension is nearly palpable, and you can taste the sweat beading on your tongue. The juicy thud of a body falling against pavement cuts through the silence like a knife, followed immediately by a battlecry and the sound of swords being drawn, as the boots pump furiously like drums further and further away.
Lexon's eyes pop open and he taps Ssertzah on the shoulder. Slipping outside the tent, he holds the flap open for the yuan-ti and motions for her to follow.
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Post by Exile, Bast Incarnate on Mar 15, 2005 10:59:50 GMT -5
Quickly going out she starts walking quickly, yet normally. Turning around to make sure Lexon was coming, she keeps her head slightly lowered to make her face harder to see.
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Mar 17, 2005 17:52:10 GMT -5
Ssertzah felt Lexon's large hand firmly on her back, pushing her forward. His large form stayed close to hers, guiding her through the thick crowd that had quickly gathered around a nearby intersection. Her head down, she could not see what the commotion was all about, but it was apparent that Francis had successfully distracted the guards. Lexon and Ssertzah quietly sneaked their way to a less crowded area and walked along the edge of the main street, keeping close enough to the middle to not be bothered by street peddlers and beggars, and close enough to the edge to not be run over by passing caravans and massive creatures.
Ssertzah bumped into a dwarven woman who stared up at her, hissing in surprise, but not drawing and outward attention. They passed a small troupe of humanoids clad in shining armor and inquiring to a mud-covered child about the nearest guild station. A dismembered human leg lay by the side of the road, completely covered in blood and being gnawed at by dirty dogs with bloodshot eyes. Lexon immediately pulled back on yuan-ti and turned into the nearest alleyway, passing the canines impassively.
We here, they know he whispers into Ssertzah's ear Know all, the Ilvium do. We cannot leave the ward.
He turns into a tiny alcove, filled with decomposing trash and the half-rotten carcass of a pig. A few large crows peck at the refuse jealously.
Split up, must. Through checkpoint I go. he said, in heavily accented Common.
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Post by Exile, Bast Incarnate on Mar 23, 2005 18:09:44 GMT -5
Slightly confused she asks, Do I wait here?
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Mar 23, 2005 21:42:41 GMT -5
Lexon stops for a moment, furrowing his brow and looking at Ssertzah as if she were a small child.
Stop in Ribcage not safe. Must always move. Safe place find. New safe place find. Continue. he lectured, making a few broad gestures Nightfall I come back. Find you I will. Alive you stay.
Looking quickly out of the corner of his eye, the large man jogs out of the alleyway with broad bounding steps until he disappears from view.
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Post by Exile, Bast Incarnate on Mar 24, 2005 9:47:23 GMT -5
Now alone in a world she doesn't know at all, Ssertzah continues walking, down the alleyway hoping it doesn't lead to something she doesn't understand or worse, an encounter she won't know how to handle.
Francis had given her a lot, probably more than she deserved, but she was still in a new world, and training her for months wouldn't completely prepare her for what she was now wandering through.
The Yuan-Ti had quick wit and alertness on her side, but what her usual first reaction to something on her homeplane could lead to her death here so she knew that she would have to think thoroughly, yet swiftly before acting.
The inevitable feeling of being lost in a whole new environment was trying to take over on her, but her spirit was still strong.
If only to save My Lord the Scaled Supreme, I will continue on. She thought to herself as she walked.
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Mar 27, 2005 23:11:47 GMT -5
Ssertzah emerged into a vast promenade bustling with people of all races. The ground is paved with square cobblestones laid down in an almost perfectly gridlike fashion. Old buildings of varying heights surround the area, sectioning it off from the rest of the city, except by way of a few wide roads leading off to different parts of the city. The city seems to be built upon a sloping mountainside, with the yuan-ti standing close to the base. The peak, towering above her, is covered completely by a walled fortress, which seems both frighteningly close and hauntingly far at the same time. The black stone walls of the massive castle loom overhead, as if intently watching over the entire city. Having gotten her bearings, the yuan-ti looks around her to the city proper.
The crowd before her is a river, perpetually flowing through the city, emptying people to their destinations and picking up new ones from every place in between. The only ones noticeably staying put are a group of laborers tearing down and reconstructing a couple old buildings, some off-duty touts scanning the crowd for newcomers, and a few soldiers lounging at the corners of certain buildings. Other than them, the entire district seems to be open to Ssertzah, and if she was to take care, she could most likely blend in quite nicely and go wherever she pleased.
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Post by Exile, Bast Incarnate on Mar 29, 2005 14:33:18 GMT -5
As she moves with the flow of the people around her, she keeps an eye out for anything that she might think has correlation with Set. Not sure how they organized their religions on this plane, she knew that there had to be something on what she believed was his homeplane.
She would not be as too foolish as to confront them or let herself be known, but it would be information that might be helpful later.
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Apr 12, 2005 19:41:30 GMT -5
Ssertzah walks through the crowd, manuevering through it with a grace not found amongst most of the denizens. As a matter of fact, most humans in the town seemed quite almost mercenary in he way that they carried themselves and conducted their business. Though they tried to walk in an orderly fashion, the river of people seemed to be almost a gigantic pushing match, with one throng of people merging through the next the unspoken combat of manuever. Ssertzah avoided the thick of the crowds wherever possible, and managed to disengage herself when she found that she couldn't move forwards anymore.
She found herself in front of a building of sorts, thatched together by hundreds of plates of wood and steel, haphazardly riveted and nailed into walls and a flat, sloping roof. A pair of thick stone columns held up a thin metal awning over the open door. The entire structure seemed to have been made from scrap parts found in a junkyard. A skinny man leaning against one of the columns took a quick look at her.
You need papers, cutter? Look like you're halfway across the Ring from where the githzerai pointed. he said, in understandable Common
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Post by Exile, Bast Incarnate on Apr 13, 2005 23:46:27 GMT -5
Papers? Cutter? She had no clue what he was talking about. Githzerai? Did he think she was one of them? She had no clue what one exactly was, but she was taking a note of that just in case she needed to explain herself. Looking at the man she shook her head, "I need no such things." she responded and continued on.
She had a slight curiosity that made her want to explore what was in this place, but she knew she had to continue moving. Her life was not worth looking around. She couldn't stop for anything unless Sseth sent her somekind of sign in which could help her in her primary suties of sving him.
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Apr 19, 2005 19:46:24 GMT -5
Ssertzah reenters the throng of people, deftly moving through the mass of limbs and bodies. She walks and dodges for nearly half an hour, until the crowd around her begins to thin and she finds herself in a set of narrow, broken streets that meander up a tall hill. The street is beset on each side by tall tenements and apartments, and the occasional wooden shack. Though in the slums of any other city Ssertzah had seen the streets would normally be covered with filth and piled with trash, these streets are relatively clean, and the beggars tend to keep to themselves. A few heavily armed men are leaning against a nearby tenement wall, eyeing the populace like criminals looking for a mark. One of them, squatting on the ground, has a fearsome snake tattooed on his bald head. He looks up for a moment and his eyes meet Ssertzah's. Just before a fat couple walks between the two of you, Ssertzah sees him grin widely, rising to his feet.
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Post by Exile, Bast Incarnate on Apr 21, 2005 4:40:03 GMT -5
Taking that as a chance to turn around and stay out of trouble, she does a quick pivot and tries to go back, moving fast, but not running as to not pull anymore attention onto herself than she has already brought.
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Apr 26, 2005 16:57:56 GMT -5
Ssertzah ducks between moving limbs and zips through the crowd. The burly leg of a fat giant knocks into her, sending her sprawling to the ground. She just barely manages to get to her feet in time to avoid being trampled by the masses. Turning around, Ssertzah just barely manages to catch a fleeting glimpse of the wicked smile beaming at her through the crowd. The man is clearly following her. Ssertzah breaks through the far end of the crowd, emerging between two buildings, one tall and thin, the other short and squat. Both are constructed from very warped wood, giving them a concave appearance that makes them seem larger than life. From their open doors and windows float the pungent scent of cinnamon and fermented grapes. At second glance, the wood almost seems to meld together in Ssertzah's mind, making it so that that the two buildings appear to be one and the same. Ssertzah rubs her eyes, trying to shake away the optical illusion, but for now, content merely to look away from the structure. From the smell and the noise, it is apparently an eatery of some sort.
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