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Post by Arguleon Veq on May 30, 2005 14:29:15 GMT -5
This is part of the Silver Road, the path from the Empire to Far Cathay. It is well travelled, by those with good and ill intent alike.
From Ironkeep, the road enters the mountains north of Karaz-a-Karak, and into the northeastern tip of the Border Princes. Travellers are wise to stay on their guard in those mountains, as Greenskins are plentiful.
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Post by Arguleon Veq on May 30, 2005 14:29:54 GMT -5
RP by Wargamer
Travelling as swiftly as he was able, Nick moved through the night shadows with ease. He avoided travel during daylight if possible, knowing too well the tricks of the bandit and highwaymen... hell, he'd probably worked with more than a few.
Ironkeep was closing. With luck, he could get there without incident...
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Post by Arguleon Veq on May 30, 2005 14:30:25 GMT -5
The night drew on and the rain began to pour down, a lashing rain.
Thunder cracked and lightning arced overhead.
It was hard to see through the rain swept night but Nick was sure he could see a dark figure up ahead. He slowed his horse.
Stood in the middle of the road was a man dressed completely in black, cloak billowing in the wind. A black scarf and hat obscured his face. The only thing that stood out of the dark was a picture of a white crow on the collar of his cloak.
Suddenly the ominous figure struck at Nick, a sword seemingly materialising from nowhere.
Nick parried.
'Your fast' laughed Nick and drew a blade of his own…………
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Post by Arguleon Veq on May 30, 2005 14:31:17 GMT -5
RP by Wargamer
The man circled slowly, eyeing up his victim. Nick was certain he was of the Carrion Band, and that there would be others. Head-on fights weren't his style, but he had the odd ace up his sleeve...
The man lunged. Nick darted to the side, feeling the sting of metal in his flesh. The attacker span, smiling his success, and lunged again. This time, Nick was ready, and clawed the man's wrist with his finger-knives. Blood poured out of the wound in horrific jets, and the man staggered back, screaming. A quick blow to the temple silenced him.
Nick was out of breath. Blood from his chest-wound made his clothes cling to him unpleasantly. It didn't feel serious, but it hurt like hell all the same. He was sure there would be others...
...he looked down at the corpse, and wondered just how closely these bandits ever looked at their own members...
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