[color=fff79a][b][h3]Baraian Paladice[/h3][/b][/color]

[color=fff79a][i]Time: Morning
Place: Shack[/i][/color]


After having bypassed various people, they had finally arrived at the shack. Baraian had been uneasy, as if a heavy burden was weighing him down. The rash behviour at the marketplace was not something he was used to, but he knew how to stay dynamic and if something like that happened they had to make do with what they had. What he now hoped was that everyone got away. For the dark elf knew what happened with those which ended up in the governor's hands, they were never heard from again. But that itself wasn't the worst part, the worst part would be for that pompous self-important excuse of an elf to capture one of their own and try uncover Ra Monde. It would threaten the existance of the rebellion. Such must not happen.

Baraian was weary, his breathing heavy, the marketplace while not physically taxing on him, had caused a mental taxation on him. He thought he saw shadows on the building walls, he thought he could hear someone breathing down his neck. His heart was beating fast. It was most surely his own breath and shadow, playing tricks on him. The survival of the rebellion was dancing on the edge of a blade, one little mishap and they would all pay for it and there would be no way to win. Kuroi had removed his mask a short while after their arrival, it was the first time Baraian had seen the man under the mask. His appearance wasn't what Baraian would consider the typical amongst the demi-humans, then again his own appearance left much to be desired. Out of the two of them, Kuroi was most assuringly the more handsome.

[color=fff79a][b]"The man who attacked the governor was Regulus, one of our members. His way of doing things are sometimes abit too direct for my liking. Where his allegiance lies however, there is no doubt."[/b][/color] The dark elf said, nodding softly in his monotone voice.

The floor was creaking and there were people walking past outside the shack, Baraian could hear breathing coming from Kuroi aswell. He figured that he too must be slightly nervous. The demi-human then proceeded to talk about the governor, and not in the most graceful way towards his person.

[b][color=fff79a]"I am neither a soldier or a martial artist, but I can see what you mean. There is a difference to someone who fights to live, and someone who lives to fight. I could have been a soldier myself, but after seeing just how cruel life in Daka can be I knew that wasn't my path. I chose a different path, one which will make certain of that this world will become a better place. That's why Ra Monde must remain a hidden for now."[/color][/b] Baraian said in a sighing manner, as he lowered his hood revealing his white hair and braids. His braids were typically made by the children of Ra Monde when he was too tired to tell them no. It was also the quickest way bore them he thought. He took a final deep breath, the scent of something sweet in the air. What was that sweet smell? Honey cake?  He could still hear heavy breathing, his eyes darted over to Kuroi, had he gotten that tired from the ordeal? Or was it just adrenaline? No. It wasn't him. And Kuroi looked like he had realized it did not come from Baraian.

The dark elf was about to turn around when beams of light penetrated his shoulder and he fell forwards to the floor, his left shoulder scorched in black matter. His right arm reaching to the dagger kept by his waist, then it stopped half-way there. By some unseen force pressing down on him. As it began to materialize, it came to them in fully white and silver.



[b][color=6ecff6]"Oh there will be heads chopped off. I do seem to believe I have buisness with you after all. Ra Monde? Now what is that place? I'm sure you will tell me all about it when I extract it from you."[/color][/b] A familiar and pious voice could be heard as the governor of the sun elves appeared out of nowhere in the shack they now found themselves in. His boot pressing down against Baraian's right arm to prevent the dark elf from defending himself. The governor, Terneus stood there in his prideful manner, his mirror-like weapon in hand, his breathing heavy from having to move so much faster than he was used to.

[b][color=fff79a]"Hnngn... Go! Get awa-"[/color][/b] Baraian was saying through gritted teeth as he was being gracefully stepped on.








[color=6ecff6][b][h3]Terneus Andros[/h3][/b][/color]

[i][color=fff79a]Time: Ouch time
Place: Where he should not be.[/color][/i]

The centaur had evaded him, his knights had gotten lost in the crowd, but he had laid eyes on a suitable target to pin the blame on. A dark elf. That was perfect for political reasons, whereof he was guilty or not. To Terneus his reputation was at risk. No, this would be the day where Terneus, governor of the elves stood against assassins, incapacitating one and killing the other. There would be songs and books about his hardships, of his contributions to the elven race. Even if he now found himself in a dirty and run down shack, having followed the dark elf who had the gall to trip one of his knights. But it seemed he had a pale friend of the more beastly nature.

The governor couldn't help but mentally gag at the idea of possibly staining his clothes with beast blood. But he needed not two assassins alive, as it could imply that he was weak. No, one would be beheaded or hanged. The other would die on spot. The centaur creature would be found and sent to the mines after some... motivation. Despite the attempt on his life, things was looking up. He had everything to gain here, who cares if some of his knights got wounded. It wasn't about them or rebels anyways, it was about him and what he could get out of it. Terneus flaunted his mirror-like weapon in hand, as he pressed his boot down on the wounded dark elf on the old floor. Who knew that invisibility would be so handy? He began to almost blush at his own intellect and just how clever he was, there was truly no one in this world who could prove to outwit him. Now he had the two assassins, or were they? It mattered not! They would get the blame, and he would get the fame!

[b][color=6ecff6]"You may plead for your life, but it won't help. Stand still and your death will be quick... you dirty beast. It's far more than what you deserve. Or do you truly delude yourself into believing you can fight ME? Don't bother, it is nothing personal towards you. It is all about me after all. I do not know if you had a part in that crude attempt on my Life, but frankly I do not care. Ahah. Now... hold still so I can swat you."[/color][/b] The elf extended his mirror with his right hand and moved his left hand behind it, then unleashed a barrage of beams of light towards Kuroi, intent on killing the pestersome 'beast' before he would get close enough to stain his regal garment. The shack was old, its roof and walls were weathertorn and feeble compared to many of the buildings, there was however some area which could be used for dodging. There was also a table, chairs and some other furniture about which could provide hinderances.

The governor however, even with a honeycake stained attire was convinced that this would be dealt with smoothly and without any complications. How could he possibly be wrong?