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Post by Nightshine on Oct 26, 2004 14:37:28 GMT -5
A quiet night in Bree, the wind softly whistling through the streets. In a small inn well known for shady dealings, only two men sat, at separate tables. One of them was a weasely looking character, with beady eyes and long skinny arms and legs. The other was Vyrax. (I'm too lazy to put a descripition, read his bio) Vyrax's gaze flickered over to the bartender, the bright blue eyes seemingly boring through him. The bartender stared back for a moment, and then quickly hurried out of sight into a back room. Vyrax slowly stood and approached the smaller man with a smirk on his face. "I believe you have some information for me," he said, laying his hands on the man's table. The man looked up at him, but couldn't meet his gaze and quicky averted his eyes.
"What's it to ya, and what're ye offerin'?" he asked quietly. Still smiling, Vyrax overturned the table, sending the man to the floor. Then Vyrax swiftly grabbed him by his collar and lifted him up, holding him a few inches off of the floor, his feet dangling. Vyrax's cloak was thrown open, and the man saw the large sword hanging at his side, and his eyes grew wide. "N...n-no, t-t-th-they never s-said I was meeting you. I-I-I... I didn't know... Please don't kill me." he begged. Vyrax simply smiled.
"My reputation precedes me, apparently," he said. Then his smile disappeared and his voice grew more sinister. "Now talk... or I will do worse than kill you." The man tried to respond but all that came out was a jumble of nonsense. Vyrax set him back down on the floor, and then grabbed his neck with one hand, pushing him back against the wall. "Where is the palantir? I will not ask again." he growled. The man finally found his voice.
"I...I-I don't know." he managed to croak out. Vyrax reached around his back with one hand and pulled out a long dagger that had been sheathed at the back of his belt. The man held up his hands. "No, no! Wait! I know someone who might!" Vyrax lowered the dagger, waiting for him to continue. "He's an elf, a wood elf. He just left here, he's heading for Rivendell. I'm sure you'll be able to catch him. A-After all, you're Vyrax, right?" Vyrax smiled.
"Your information was most helpful," he said, and the man smiled sheepishly. But then he grunted, and gave a groan as Vyrax's dagger was thrust into his gut. Vyrax stared right into his face, smiling a calm but evil-looking smile. "But, unfortunately for you, it was not what I wanted to hear." Then Vyrax pulled the knife out, sheathed it, and grabbed the man around the neck with both hands. He lifted him and tossed him across the room and through a table. Then man gave one final gasp and died on the floor. Vyrax stepped over his body disdainfully on his way to the door. But before he reached it, someone opened it and entered the inn.
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Post by Red on Oct 26, 2004 16:39:38 GMT -5
Devante walked in, looking around with his black eyes. He didn't quite have to duck to clear the doorway, but it was a close thing. His bulk filled the doorway, as he quickly scanned for trouble with a smooth practiced sweep of his dark eyes. He did in fact see trouble in the form of a dead man. Devante kept on walking however, he was not going to pass up a nice night long stay in a inn just because of one dead man. He was tougher than that. Plus his horse was already in the stables and he had paid for her to be put there. No way he was getting that money back now.
In three long powerful strides he crossed to the bar and settled into a seat, his long hair settling on his back, shoulders, and hanging down his front. He hadn't put it a ponytail, though it was looking like a good idea. He reached around his pockets, looking for something to tie it back with.
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Post by Nightshine on Oct 26, 2004 16:58:40 GMT -5
Vyrax noticed the man's immense size and instantly a plan formed in his mind. This elf was sure to have men backing him up. Since Vyrax would have to kill them anyway, why not bring someone along? He was sure that he could take care of them single-handedly, but why do all the work himself? He turned and walked back to the bar, sitting next to Devante. He drew his cloak about him in order to hide his sword from view. Many people knew him from reputation alone, but did not know what he looked like, only his sword.
"Greetings, my friend," Vyrax said, putting on a friendly tone. "You certainly look as if you can hold your own in a fight. I know we have not met, but I would request your help. You see, I am chasing after a certain man, an elf actually. I need to get some information from him. I..." he paused for a moment, thinking. "... I'm a kind of 'law enforcement', you might say. It is imperative that I find this man. But he is sure to have lackeys of some kind with him. I am not sure if I would be able to take them all on, and I seek a comrade."
Vyrax called the bartender out, who still eyed him warily as well as the dead body on the floor, to cater to Devante. "I am... Kaliov." Vyrax said, taking on a fake identity. "And what might your name be, stranger?" he asked smiling.
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Post by Red on Oct 26, 2004 17:08:35 GMT -5
Devante looked up at the man talked to him, and carefully listened. When he was asked his name he simply said,
"Devante. And I geuss I'll join you."
He didn't look overly pleased, but then again he was notoriusly bad at saying no. He ordered some food from the bartender (don't feel like going into it.). He then searched his pockets again and found a short pieve of cloth, and quicly made his sloppy ponytail. With that movement his sword was obviuos, as was the calluses on his hand from the slight rasping sound the cloth made on his fingers.
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Post by Nightshine on Oct 26, 2004 17:17:57 GMT -5
Vyrax smiled. "This is great news. I assume you are staying here, so I shall also. I was going to leave just now, but it can wait until tomorrow. Bartender, I will get a room also. Just put it on my tab," he said. Then he flashed the bartender a look that said "Don't charge me for it or I kill you". The bartender gulped and nodded. Vyrax glanced down at the man's sword. It accustomed to his size and seemed to be a good weapon.
((I won't dwell on this))
Vyrax stood up, still trying to hide his sword. "I shall bid you good night, sir Devante. We shall leave tomorrow whenever you are ready." And with that, Vyrax headed upstairs to his room. He threw back his cloak and stood staring out of his window, a deathly smile on his face.
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Post by Red on Oct 26, 2004 17:24:54 GMT -5
Devente nodded at the guy. He then ate his food in stolid silence. No one really apporached him because of his size and sword, though if they looked into his back eyes they would see the gentle man he really was. He finished his meal, and layed down money on the counter for a room and the meal. He then recieved a key and went up to his room.
When he arrived he entered and almost tenderly took off his weapons and laid them within easy reach before laying on the bed and falling asleep.
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Post by Nightshine on Oct 26, 2004 17:38:15 GMT -5
Vyrax had been able to get some sleep, and he woke quickly, heading downstairs. He noticed that the dead body was gone and walked over to the bartender. Leaning close, he glared at him, though still smiling. "If you so much as think of uttering a word about what happened here, I will then have a reason to come back here. And trust me, you will not like it." The bartender trembled a little before nodding, and Vyrax leaned against the wall, waiting for Devante.
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Post by Red on Oct 26, 2004 17:44:07 GMT -5
Devante woke up with a start, and yawned. Was it morning already? What was he going to do today.... oh yeah. He was going to help that man track down that elf. He gave another great yawn, and pulled on his weapons, still half alseep. He then walked downstairs, pulling a small comb from his pocket. He struggled to tame his hair which was now slightly tangled, and went into the main common room place. He saw Vyrax and nodded at him, his head tiled sideways as he worked on a particularly nasty tangle.
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Post by Nightshine on Oct 26, 2004 17:56:50 GMT -5
As Devante came down, Vyrax drew his cloak up and nodded back, smiling. "Take your time, friend. I am in no hurry." Vyrax ordered some food from the bartender and sat down to eat. A few glances from the other men in the bar were thrown his way, but a glare from him sent their eyes elsewhere.
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Post by Red on Oct 26, 2004 18:05:29 GMT -5
Devante cassually sat the gances and wondered He's noticed here. maybe because he's part of the law enforcement around here or something. He finished brushing his hair, still standing near the bar, he wasn't really hungry. His black eyes took in everything, as he quickly remade his hair into a ponytail, though this one was decently done.
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Post by Nightshine on Oct 26, 2004 18:10:36 GMT -5
Seeing as how the glances weren't completely stopping, Vyrax quickly stood up, claiming that he wasn't hungry any more. "So, ready to head out?" he asked Devante. Vyrax walked outside, streching his arms. "Do you have a horse?" he asked. "Or would you rather go on foot? I could easily get myself a horse if you have one." he said, pointing towards the stables.
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Post by Red on Oct 26, 2004 18:21:28 GMT -5
Devante nodded and said,
"I have a horse. Her name is Elynor."
He walked into the stable, and to a stall where a bay mare stood. She very very large for a mare, large enough to carry Devante. He slipped into the stall and patted her on the neck. In many ways this horse was a better friend to him that anyone else he knew.
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Post by Nightshine on Oct 26, 2004 18:43:51 GMT -5
Vyrax talked with the stable master and was able to persuade him to 'lend' him a horse, flashing his sword at him. The man hurriedly fetched a horse from a stall and showed it to Vyrax. It was a large black stallion, and Vyrax nodded his approval. He mounted the horse and waited for Devante to do the same.
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Post by Red on Oct 26, 2004 18:57:24 GMT -5
Devante quickly saddled his horse and led her out of th her stall, leading her to where his legs wouldn't scrape the walls andmounted with one quick swift motion. He nudged her out of the stable and sat ons his horse, a huge yet not melvolant presence. He had no idea where he was going, and waited for Vyrax to lead the way.
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Post by Nightshine on Oct 26, 2004 19:08:14 GMT -5
Vyrax also led his horse out of the stall, and headed down the street. "Follow me," he said to Devante. They headed out of the city and down the main path. Vyrax knew the elf that the man had been talking about, and was not surprised when he found his tracks leading off of the path. They left the path and followed the tracks into the woods, sometimes having to lead their horses through low smothering branches. Vyrax knelt in the dirt, sweeping away some dead leaves, and looked for any other signs of the tracks. Spotting a faint and more recent one, he stood up, pointing in a direction. "That way," he said to Devante and they started off again. "So tell me, sir Devante, about yourself. Since we are traveling together we might as well get to know something about ourselves."
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