Adolf
07-05-2006, 07:39 PM
<DIV><BR><BR> <P>There came the scrape of metal on stone, reverberating off the dank, dark walls of the narrow, cluttered alley. The bulk of an armoured figure trying to work its way through the red lit gloom. The sound of water gushing between broken flag stones, and trickling from many broken gutters and cracked roofs.<BR><BR>It's obvious that this cumbersome traveller is not a native of Temple Street; otherwise they would surely chose not to approach <I>this </I>particular area at ground level. The Ratonga and dark Gnomes of the Temple all know that to reach <I>the boneyard</I>, one would use the rooftop walkways and sagging balconies that poke their way through this part of the city.<BR><BR>There came a muttering curse as the visitor appeared to place their hand in something slimy. Then they freeze. It is as if the air fills with electricity, a gauntleted hand begins to creep towards the hilt of their broadsword.<BR><BR>"Bripp..." snaps the visitor, in that tone somewhere between a whisper and a shout "Bripp, is that you?" The red light glints off their wide, fear filled, staring eyes.<BR><BR>"Bripp, if that's you, come out you little slime ball!"<BR><BR>The sound of water gushing. The rain creates an almost hypnotic mist and raindrops, mixed with sweat run down the visitors face.<BR><BR>"Bah... blasted rats..." he mutters, and begins picking his way through the alley again. Then he pauses... for a moment it's as though a single ice cold raindrop has found its way into his cloak, and has worked its way from his neck, all the way down the length of his spine.<BR><BR>He raises on the tips of his toes...a faint moan escapes his lips. And with an exhale he collapses over a pile of mouldering crates.<BR><BR>The rain continues its relentless deluge upon the boneyard. Raindrops, mixed with sweat, mixed with blood trickle into the gutter. The dark shaft of a little indium arrow protruding from the neck of the visitor.<BR><BR>Up in the rooftops the tiny little figure of Octavian moves away. Bripp knew his reputation well enough to pay in advance...</P> <P> </P> <P> Octavian D'Goethe (Gnome-Assassin 57 Runnyeye/The fellowship)</P></DIV> <P>Message Edited by Adolfus on <SPAN class=date_text>07-05-2006</SPAN> <SPAN class=time_text>04:40 PM</SPAN></P> <P>Message Edited by Adolfus on <SPAN class=date_text>07-05-2006</SPAN> <SPAN class=time_text>04:41 PM</SPAN></P><p>Message Edited by Adolfus on <span class=date_text>07-05-2006</span> <span class=time_text>04:43 PM</span>