Arkobla Conn
Mongoose
<SPOILER WARNING - ADVENTURE IS FROM SHADIZAR - CITY OF WICKEDNESS>
Seperated from the others during the flight through the Maul, Ajonga and Raz found themselves on the top of a delapidated building hoping their climbing skills were enough to get them out of harms way...at least for a few minutes. After several tense heartbeats, it was apparent that their pursuers had lost them and, like the baying of hounds after losing the scent of the hare, yells and curses moved off into the darkness.
As the relative quiet of the night fell around them, they became aware of a presense in the shadows....a beautiful red haired woman wearing tight black leather armor. "You look like you need help" she said, and both men smiled.
Hours later, the displaced pair, with Miranda thief of Shadizar, arrived at the Frog and Whistle. It was nearing midnight, and the common area was relatively empty. The rest of their party was waiting for them, but only four others were in the room. A lone guardsman sat, moving his eyes up and down both Lady Maja and Miranda. In a far corner, a dark clothed man sat with a pair of merchants, their whispered conversation not clear.
During the next thirty minutes, the group discussed their next step and decided that it may be time to leave Shadizar. Belyara's tasks were over and the events at the Bordello were bound to cause problems. With the late hour, the group decided to stick it out until morning, but they would move off right after breakfast.
Before retiring for the night, the group did engage the guard in conversation. They found out he was more than a flirt and an peep. He admited that he worshiped at the alter of Kara Parma, and further encouraged the group to look into her worship. 'Especially you pair' he said to Miranda and Maja. 'A pair of ladies like you will be most welcome to the Orgies.' He hinted that the worship took place in the Wealthy quarter but would say no more. Eventually, the group turned in for the night.
As the sun rose over the city of decadence, Hadrathus and Raz discussed the road. With a quick breakfast, the group led there horses out of the combination common room and stable.
"Them's the ones!" yelled a woman in a shrill voice.
"Drop your weapons!" bellowed out another, masculine voice.
Around them, from almost every angle, men with weapons, dressed similiar to the men they fought and killed yesterday, readied weapons and began moving toward them menancingly. Belyara, Ajonga, Hadrathus, Miranda and Raz reacted more quickly than the assailents, taking some risks, but able to move past everyone. Abaddon &Lady Maja were not so quick. They were quickly surrounded before being able to move off.
Mounting his horse, Raz plowed over one guard while striking down another. He then saw that Miranda was being cornered against a wall and he whirled about to help. Providing some distraction, she took the moment given to climb up the wall and disappear into the inn upper window. As Belyara and Ajonga fought to get back to the pair, Lady Maja attempted a similiar manauever with her horse. She deftly avoided dangerous blades that stabbed at her and rode through, freeing herself. Abaddon, following suit, was not so lucky. He was hit by three blades taking the opportunity to find soft spots in his defense. He fell to the ground just as his horse bolted off, untended.
"Put up your weapons, or he dies!" snarled one of the men, as he held a blade to Abaddon's throat. Raz ignored him, and spurred his horse forward once again, only to be unhorsed by guards attacking the mount. He looked up in time to see the dagger plunge downward and a gout of blood rise up - but he also saw the small goats bladder that was held next to the neck and the dagger pierce this instead of the neck itself.
Despite knowing that Abaddon was not slain, the group was not able to save him from being pulled into the Inn with more than a 1/2 dozen guards. As alarms raised all around them, they felt that Abaddon would have to be saved another time. The group fled into the morning throng, vowing to save their friend.
Seperated from the others during the flight through the Maul, Ajonga and Raz found themselves on the top of a delapidated building hoping their climbing skills were enough to get them out of harms way...at least for a few minutes. After several tense heartbeats, it was apparent that their pursuers had lost them and, like the baying of hounds after losing the scent of the hare, yells and curses moved off into the darkness.
As the relative quiet of the night fell around them, they became aware of a presense in the shadows....a beautiful red haired woman wearing tight black leather armor. "You look like you need help" she said, and both men smiled.
Hours later, the displaced pair, with Miranda thief of Shadizar, arrived at the Frog and Whistle. It was nearing midnight, and the common area was relatively empty. The rest of their party was waiting for them, but only four others were in the room. A lone guardsman sat, moving his eyes up and down both Lady Maja and Miranda. In a far corner, a dark clothed man sat with a pair of merchants, their whispered conversation not clear.
During the next thirty minutes, the group discussed their next step and decided that it may be time to leave Shadizar. Belyara's tasks were over and the events at the Bordello were bound to cause problems. With the late hour, the group decided to stick it out until morning, but they would move off right after breakfast.
Before retiring for the night, the group did engage the guard in conversation. They found out he was more than a flirt and an peep. He admited that he worshiped at the alter of Kara Parma, and further encouraged the group to look into her worship. 'Especially you pair' he said to Miranda and Maja. 'A pair of ladies like you will be most welcome to the Orgies.' He hinted that the worship took place in the Wealthy quarter but would say no more. Eventually, the group turned in for the night.
As the sun rose over the city of decadence, Hadrathus and Raz discussed the road. With a quick breakfast, the group led there horses out of the combination common room and stable.
"Them's the ones!" yelled a woman in a shrill voice.
"Drop your weapons!" bellowed out another, masculine voice.
Around them, from almost every angle, men with weapons, dressed similiar to the men they fought and killed yesterday, readied weapons and began moving toward them menancingly. Belyara, Ajonga, Hadrathus, Miranda and Raz reacted more quickly than the assailents, taking some risks, but able to move past everyone. Abaddon &Lady Maja were not so quick. They were quickly surrounded before being able to move off.
Mounting his horse, Raz plowed over one guard while striking down another. He then saw that Miranda was being cornered against a wall and he whirled about to help. Providing some distraction, she took the moment given to climb up the wall and disappear into the inn upper window. As Belyara and Ajonga fought to get back to the pair, Lady Maja attempted a similiar manauever with her horse. She deftly avoided dangerous blades that stabbed at her and rode through, freeing herself. Abaddon, following suit, was not so lucky. He was hit by three blades taking the opportunity to find soft spots in his defense. He fell to the ground just as his horse bolted off, untended.
"Put up your weapons, or he dies!" snarled one of the men, as he held a blade to Abaddon's throat. Raz ignored him, and spurred his horse forward once again, only to be unhorsed by guards attacking the mount. He looked up in time to see the dagger plunge downward and a gout of blood rise up - but he also saw the small goats bladder that was held next to the neck and the dagger pierce this instead of the neck itself.
Despite knowing that Abaddon was not slain, the group was not able to save him from being pulled into the Inn with more than a 1/2 dozen guards. As alarms raised all around them, they felt that Abaddon would have to be saved another time. The group fled into the morning throng, vowing to save their friend.
