With nothing else but another nod, Sabine stood up, replaced the paralysis potion into her bag, and quickly made her way to the edge of the building. The two cultists appeared to move to take up their own position, so she wasted no time in climbing up the wall the same way she did before. After about half a minute, she had reached the top, braced herself such that she was leaning against the wall with her feet holding on, giving her use of both her hands. It was then only a matter of taking out her sling, placing the potion in it, and taking one last peek over the wall. The mercenaries hadn't moved but it seemed as though the one leaning against the wall was having a heated conversation in jel with one of the seated ones.
Sabine spun up her sling, and released the potion, hitting the flask against the side of leaning one's face. As the flask shattered, the potion found his skin and took effect immediately, lining his body with a green sheen. The initial shock of the impact was stuck onto his face as he stood perfectly still, then slowly slid down the wall as his balance failed. By the time the other mercenaries realised what just happened, Sabine had already ducked down and was fishing for another stone in her satchel, but they would have two more problems to worry about by now.
In the courtyard, Janius scanned the buildings around them to see if there was any more movement they could spot. It was really no wonder that an ambush would be set up here. There were so many places to hide that a small army could come out at all sides to surround them. Janius hoped that the actions of Sabine, Ahnasha and Fendros could give them the edge they needed. One last time, he checked on Kaleeth to see how she was faring. He stayed close to her and the pack, just as they mentioned.
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Dear Mr Curly,
I have done little travelling lately because I have been so dreadfully weary. Can it be true as the old Ecclesiastes said; that all things lead to weariness? Surely not. Perhaps the opposite is true: that all nothings lead to weariness. I have a peculiar feeling, Curly, that I am worn out from something I haven't yet done and the more I don't do it, the more exhausted I become. How strange. Could it be something I haven't realised? Perhaps it's something I haven't said? Something I haven't finished! It must be very large and true whatever it is and a lively struggle in the doing but I look forward to it immensely. I know I need it. First, however, I must curl up in my chair and sleep deeply with the duck. Perhaps I'll dream of this thing and wake up refreshed and do it. My fond wishes to you Mr. Curly, and to all Curly Flat.
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It was without any protest that Fendros nodded to Ahnasha, acknowledging the situation with the first two mercenaries. He doubted they would miss out on the chance to find more people to soul trap before the day was done. Fendros took up a position against the wall that hid him from the second tower. He leaned to have a quick look at the other archers, but only spotted one. No matter, if there were others, they would show themselves when the 'exchange' took place. Making sure to hide any movement behind his wall, Fendros took out his bow and readied an arrow. "And now we wait."
Sabine looked at the spell that Mirisk-Kei charged in his hand. She didn't know that there was a spell for silencing people. She only thought it was an alchemical effect. It would definitely make their job easier. She looked at Mirisk-Kei's face and nodded to his question. "There is no roof. I was going to climb up and sling the potion at him from the top of the wall, climbing on the outside. Should I do something else?" Sabine asked.
Sabine looked at the spell that Mirisk-Kei charged in his hand. She didn't know that there was a spell for silencing people. She only thought it was an alchemical effect. It would definitely make their job easier. She looked at Mirisk-Kei's face and nodded to his question. "There is no roof. I was going to climb up and sling the potion at him from the top of the wall, climbing on the outside. Should I do something else?" Sabine asked.
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The quick footsteps indicating a struggle was Fendros' cue to come in. He had a fraction of a second to register the important details of the scene while he moved. Ahnasha had bound weapons in the throats of two of the mercenaries, while the last one was just distracted enough for Fendros to approach behind him, hold a hand over his mouth, and run his sword through his middle. There was a muffled attempt at a shout and some twitches of struggle, but just before the last of the mercenary's energy left him, Fendros pulled out the soul trapping dagger from its sheath on his belt and ran it across his neck, leaving his sword embedded in him. Slitting his throat was probably more than what was required to kill him at that point, but Fendros had to make sure that the enchantment would take effect.
As the man slumped to the ground, a faint stream of misty light flowed from his body and into one of the gems Fendros carried. The light lasted only for a few moments. "That's one," Fendros whispered. He then took his sword, wiped both his weapons clean, then put them away. They had one tower, now they had to make sure the other was clear once the fight started.
Sabine didn't seem to react to Nuulanth with anything more than a silent stare at the map she had drawn. She had to admit that the plan would depend on the mercenaries not recognising Sabine as being on the cultists' side, but if these mercenaries are ready for such tricks then her plan would fall through. However, it still remained that there were four of them. How else would they be able to do this? Perhaps she would have to try something to make her look less of a threat and let them be more in control. They wouldn't raise the alarm over a young girl, would they? But they might just try to bind her on the spot, and if she ran then, they might raise the alarm. Sabine twitched her mouth, then rummaged through her potion bag to see if she had anything useful for the moment. She pulled out a small paralysis potion that would only last a few moments, but it gave her an idea.
"Can you get up the ladder and kill three before they make noise? If I sling this at one of them from the top of the wall, he will be unable to move for a few moments. It will work more than a stone from my sling, because that not kill him right away. If you can turn invisible, it might help." Sabine proposed. She had intended to use such potions against the cult if they were betrayed, but in this instance, she had to use all resources available.
As the man slumped to the ground, a faint stream of misty light flowed from his body and into one of the gems Fendros carried. The light lasted only for a few moments. "That's one," Fendros whispered. He then took his sword, wiped both his weapons clean, then put them away. They had one tower, now they had to make sure the other was clear once the fight started.
Sabine didn't seem to react to Nuulanth with anything more than a silent stare at the map she had drawn. She had to admit that the plan would depend on the mercenaries not recognising Sabine as being on the cultists' side, but if these mercenaries are ready for such tricks then her plan would fall through. However, it still remained that there were four of them. How else would they be able to do this? Perhaps she would have to try something to make her look less of a threat and let them be more in control. They wouldn't raise the alarm over a young girl, would they? But they might just try to bind her on the spot, and if she ran then, they might raise the alarm. Sabine twitched her mouth, then rummaged through her potion bag to see if she had anything useful for the moment. She pulled out a small paralysis potion that would only last a few moments, but it gave her an idea.
"Can you get up the ladder and kill three before they make noise? If I sling this at one of them from the top of the wall, he will be unable to move for a few moments. It will work more than a stone from my sling, because that not kill him right away. If you can turn invisible, it might help." Sabine proposed. She had intended to use such potions against the cult if they were betrayed, but in this instance, she had to use all resources available.
Fendros nodded affirmatively and began to follow Ahnasha up the building. When he got to the base of the stairs, he pulled out his sword with a leathery scrape and began to creep up quietly. He caught glimpses of shadows through to the top floor and saw for himself roughly where the mercenaries were. He could already smell that they weren't bothered or even alert to anything at that moment. Once he reached the point where climbing any further would reveal himself, Fendros waited for Ahnasha to attack.
On the other side of the ruins, Sabine lead her Argonian teammates around to the back of the building that Ahnasha had pointed out, her ears open to anything nearby. Once they got close enough, Sabine was uncomfortable enough with the crunching that the cultists' shoes made on the ground that she turned to stop for a moment. She brought one foot up and tapped her fingers on the side of it, then spoke in an almost annoyed whisper, "Quiet! Your feet are too loud."
The building itself had been gutted by fire, with the material above its window frames on the outside darkened in a charred flare. Its roof was non existent save for a few collapsed pieces on the outside. Sabine gestured for the cultists to hide themselves while she jumped up and began to climb on the outside of one of the walls. People, she often found, never looked up, so she continued to the top of the wall and poked her head over to see what was inside. The inside of the walls were completely blackened by whatever fire razed the building in the first place. The ground floor was unevenly strewn with rubble and what was left of the second floor had a fairly new looking ladder leading up to it. the second floor was where four figures resided, all armed with bows and light armour. One was standing by one of the window frames as a lookout over the courtyard, one was leaning against the opposite wall facing him with his arms crossed, and the other two were seated and playing some sort of dice game.
This wouldn't be so simple to pull off if it was to be done quickly. They couldn't kill them all at once. However, there were enough to split them up. Sabine climbed down the wall and met up with the cultists, crouching down to explain the plan in the ground. She would have preferred to use body language, like Meesei did in hunts, but she understood that the cultists were probably not used to any elaborate communication of that nature. She drew some rectangles in the dirt to represent the walls in the area, then pointed to the one in the centre, "This is where they are, bowmen. One, two, three, and four." She represented each with a dot in the dirt, "All on the second floor, you can only get up with a ladder, or climbing." She pointed to both Mirisk-Kei and Nuulanth, "You two hide here and here." Sabine pointed to corners that flanked the alleyway that the building exited to. There the cultists could obscure themselves from anyone exiting the building and leap upon any one who came their way. "I will go to the door and get their attention, and lead them out. Kill them quietly as they come past." Sabine drew a line from the door, down they alleyway to the corners that the cultists might hide around. "Then, if there are any left, I will transform, climb up the outside, and kill them." Sabine looked to the cultists to confirm that they understood, though they might have other ideas to add.
On the other side of the ruins, Sabine lead her Argonian teammates around to the back of the building that Ahnasha had pointed out, her ears open to anything nearby. Once they got close enough, Sabine was uncomfortable enough with the crunching that the cultists' shoes made on the ground that she turned to stop for a moment. She brought one foot up and tapped her fingers on the side of it, then spoke in an almost annoyed whisper, "Quiet! Your feet are too loud."
The building itself had been gutted by fire, with the material above its window frames on the outside darkened in a charred flare. Its roof was non existent save for a few collapsed pieces on the outside. Sabine gestured for the cultists to hide themselves while she jumped up and began to climb on the outside of one of the walls. People, she often found, never looked up, so she continued to the top of the wall and poked her head over to see what was inside. The inside of the walls were completely blackened by whatever fire razed the building in the first place. The ground floor was unevenly strewn with rubble and what was left of the second floor had a fairly new looking ladder leading up to it. the second floor was where four figures resided, all armed with bows and light armour. One was standing by one of the window frames as a lookout over the courtyard, one was leaning against the opposite wall facing him with his arms crossed, and the other two were seated and playing some sort of dice game.
This wouldn't be so simple to pull off if it was to be done quickly. They couldn't kill them all at once. However, there were enough to split them up. Sabine climbed down the wall and met up with the cultists, crouching down to explain the plan in the ground. She would have preferred to use body language, like Meesei did in hunts, but she understood that the cultists were probably not used to any elaborate communication of that nature. She drew some rectangles in the dirt to represent the walls in the area, then pointed to the one in the centre, "This is where they are, bowmen. One, two, three, and four." She represented each with a dot in the dirt, "All on the second floor, you can only get up with a ladder, or climbing." She pointed to both Mirisk-Kei and Nuulanth, "You two hide here and here." Sabine pointed to corners that flanked the alleyway that the building exited to. There the cultists could obscure themselves from anyone exiting the building and leap upon any one who came their way. "I will go to the door and get their attention, and lead them out. Kill them quietly as they come past." Sabine drew a line from the door, down they alleyway to the corners that the cultists might hide around. "Then, if there are any left, I will transform, climb up the outside, and kill them." Sabine looked to the cultists to confirm that they understood, though they might have other ideas to add.
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Sabine and Fendros both nodded in agreement to their tasks. Firing upon the mercenaries from their own vantage point would do well to cause confusion. Each of them removed their equipment and donned the robes, reequipping themselves such that the robes would not obstruct access. Sabine eyed the two mages assigned to her curiously. They were easier to see than her, but they might have magic to help them in that regard.
While Janius slid into the black robe he was given, making sure to wear his shield, belt and sword on the outside, he listened to the plan as it was proposed. Despite it relying on trusting the mercenaries to trust the cult for long enough to betray them, he had to admit that replacing the prisoners with expendable undead was a clever move.
Sabine, Fendros and Ahnasha's roles had been set, which led Janius to wonder about the rest of the pack. "Would the rest of us serve better to try and sneak around the long way to surround them, or stay by you? Also, if a fight doesn't break out on its own, what is the signal to initiate one?"
While Janius slid into the black robe he was given, making sure to wear his shield, belt and sword on the outside, he listened to the plan as it was proposed. Despite it relying on trusting the mercenaries to trust the cult for long enough to betray them, he had to admit that replacing the prisoners with expendable undead was a clever move.
Sabine, Fendros and Ahnasha's roles had been set, which led Janius to wonder about the rest of the pack. "Would the rest of us serve better to try and sneak around the long way to surround them, or stay by you? Also, if a fight doesn't break out on its own, what is the signal to initiate one?"
The fresh air was invigorating for everyone. It may have still been humid swamp air, but it was fresh all the same. Free of the thick, dusty, smokiness of the inside of the xanmeer itself. The pack was equipped for a fight, complete with the potions they had intended to use if a fight with the cult broke out. The cultist mages, led by Vinaremo and complemented by a handful of reanimated skeletons, didn't look like they were waiting too long.
For all of the anger and violence that Molag Bal's domains suggested, Vinaremo was surprisingly civil in his approach to this mission. Fendros, Sabine and Janius had expected him to be more vindictive, but in this matter it appeared that cooperation was the means to more important end.
Upon Vinaremo's suggestion to set up an ambush, Fendros gathered Ahnasha and Sabine's attention. "We might do well to find a vantage point if there is one. Perhaps we could get around them before they know we're there? Meesei," Fendros looked to their alpha, "Should we have someone scout ahead?"
For all of the anger and violence that Molag Bal's domains suggested, Vinaremo was surprisingly civil in his approach to this mission. Fendros, Sabine and Janius had expected him to be more vindictive, but in this matter it appeared that cooperation was the means to more important end.
Upon Vinaremo's suggestion to set up an ambush, Fendros gathered Ahnasha and Sabine's attention. "We might do well to find a vantage point if there is one. Perhaps we could get around them before they know we're there? Meesei," Fendros looked to their alpha, "Should we have someone scout ahead?"
Janius nodded, thankful to procrastinate away from such an issue for now. Unfortunately, it was probably going to stick in his mind for a while now. The fear of the unknown and the doubt as to his own desires and capabilities made him uncomfortable with such thoughts. He was silent as he donned his own armour, anxious to get outside for the first time in days. Even if it was into the perpetual dull daylight around the xanmeer, Janius found the confines around him stifling.
Fendros' initial curiosity about finding that the cult leaders had children was quickly replaced with a certain awkward fear as he listened to Sriashi's story. The way she spoke was strangely nonchalant to the point where it was creepy. "I am sorry for your loss, I couldn't imagine such a thing." Fendros said solemnly, trying to stay tactful. He found his eyes wandering to Srashi's other personal effects, such as her bag, and wondering what other trophies of revenge she carried with her. Perhaps the bag was tanned from the outlaw's skin.
While he readied himself for battle, Fendros continued to ponder on whether it would be a good idea to have Ko'Srashi be the one to watch over their child. It seemed as though Srashi would be as appropriate a caretaker as they could find, but it wasn't as if they had a choice. Fendros could see the possibility of Srashi becoming too attached to Rhazii if her mind were any less sound, but In any case, Rhazii would be well protected. "Now, Ko'Srashi, was there anything else you think you will need?" Fendros asked.
Fendros' initial curiosity about finding that the cult leaders had children was quickly replaced with a certain awkward fear as he listened to Sriashi's story. The way she spoke was strangely nonchalant to the point where it was creepy. "I am sorry for your loss, I couldn't imagine such a thing." Fendros said solemnly, trying to stay tactful. He found his eyes wandering to Srashi's other personal effects, such as her bag, and wondering what other trophies of revenge she carried with her. Perhaps the bag was tanned from the outlaw's skin.
While he readied himself for battle, Fendros continued to ponder on whether it would be a good idea to have Ko'Srashi be the one to watch over their child. It seemed as though Srashi would be as appropriate a caretaker as they could find, but it wasn't as if they had a choice. Fendros could see the possibility of Srashi becoming too attached to Rhazii if her mind were any less sound, but In any case, Rhazii would be well protected. "Now, Ko'Srashi, was there anything else you think you will need?" Fendros asked.
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