Post by xaen on Apr 11, 2011 2:35:22 GMT 1
Raedifinn smiled politely when Dracafrey gave his consent for him to assist Kyrris with whatever magical task he required. The Drow wizard secretly wanted to throttle Kyrris for making him ask Dracafrey as if he were but a little child asking to play with the neighbours. When he turned about to face Kyrris, he partially surprised to find that he had left without anyone really noticing. Raedifinn thought nothing of it and so left his compatriots alone in the living room, to search out the flighty assassin. He searched the house high and low for the assassin, finding no sign of the elusive contract killer he stormed out of the small unremarkable house. His thick leather boots clacking loudly against the porch boards as he burst out of the house in flood of fury and irritation.
“Where in all of the hells is that miserable assassin,” He sneered as he clomped his way onto the cobblestone road and further down the street, “Well he couldn’t have wandered far…”
Over the course of an hour Raedifinn searched the surrounding block as discreetly as possible. Yet again he failed to find his troublesome companion, who continued to infuriate him. Soon his frustrated grumblings and stomping feet carried him back to the Consio house, where his momentary allies plotted in secret without his presence; irritating him further. “I should be leading these pathetic fools, that are less than me,” He sneered as he ascended the front porch, angrily drawing his dagger from its place at his hip. With a few viscous thrusts he buried the tip of the blade repeatedly into the front of the door. Growling in sheer un bridled rage as he continued to stab the door mercilessly, as he tried to settle himself.
It didn’t help in the slightest. He continued to stab the innocent door, until he managed to bury the blade to the hilt in the door. Raedifinn cursed himself as he struggled to removed the imbedded dagger, as he tugged at the blade he snarled away what was left of his rage, “Who in all of the hells does Kyrris think he is making me look like such a fool in front of those humans!” He paused to suck in a new lung full of air before continuing, “Once I find that little bastard I’ll!!!!”
“You’ll do what Drow?”
Raedifinn nearly smashed his head of his dagger hilt when he jumped at the dark and icy voice that breathed down his neck, and had placed a small rose hilted dagger at the base of his spine. “Kyrris is that you? I didn’t hear you coming,” He said trying to sound innocent of the promised threats, he made a moment ago. “What would you have me do my dearest new acquaintance?” The Drow wizard asked sheepishly as he lower his hands from the imbedded dagger at the request of the one at his lower back, a demand voiced by a simple light poke. Though he began to mumble softly.
Kyrris laughed maliciously at the panicked Drow, who he had casually walked up behind and placed his blade at the man’s back before announcing his presence. In that time he had heard all the fool had to say about how he felt about a certain bastard who now held the wizard at his mercy. “Indeed it is I, fool wizard. And of course you didn’t hear me, I didn’t want you to,” He rasped into to the Drow’s ear as he pressed the dagger harder against the man’s back, “I will forgive your transgression for now. For we have work to do.”
Raedifinn always found it hard not to laugh when people fell prey to his superior intellect, but he surprised himself with his restraint. “How about I just kill you now, worthless dog!!” He growled as he pushed himself onto the dagger, the magic of his cloak bending the blade away from his body. He Now in arms reach, Raedifnn shouted the last words to a powerful offensive spell that would give him the ability to freeze his foes solid at a touch of his hand. No longer able to contain his laughter, he howled in evil mirth as he drove his enchanted hand towards Kyrris’ chest.
Kyrris was slightly taken a back by the turn of events, but he had suspected the Drow to make a stupid choice, and here it was. His highly trained wits still about him, Kyrris smoothly he sidestepped the wizard‘s stabbing fingers, and firmly rammed his own into the Drow‘s throat to make him collapse gasping desperately for air through his crushed wind pipe. “Anymore tricks up your pathetic sleeves, my incredibly arrogant friend?” He told the wheezing thrashing body that rolled across the porch, and with a cruel smile he watched him begin to die.
Raedifinn’s scream of horrified surprise was cut short by the brutal blow to his throat. He barely managed to win the fight against his body’s desire for unconsciousness, though now he had to witness every second of his slow demise. His struggle was pointless for no matter how hard he tried, he could not refill his lungs with fresh oxygen. As he vision began to fade, all he could see was the smirk of an adversary that he had foolishly underestimated. When the end was nigh and he could see no more, seemingly in jest his lungs began to fill once again with fresh crisp air. With this slight thread of hope for life, Raedifinn tried to move his numbed oxygen less limbs as he sucked in massive gulps of air. Slowly his vision cleared as his body revived itself from his near death state, and he was not very surprised by the reason behind his miraculous recovery. Kyrris had a small steel tin with a green honey smelling salve that he continued to gently smear onto his wounded throat.
Even though he wanted the urchin to die, Kyrris knew that he still need the little wretch. Reluctantly he had pulled out his healing slave and had begun to apply it to the wound, until the wizard opened his eyes once again. He snapped the lid back onto the tin before returning it to its pocket, and rising from his crouch to stride casually to the other end of the porch. “I hope this will be a lesson that you won’t forget arrogant one, for I do not wish to kill you again,” He told the prone slowly recovering wizard, who had as he finished speaking managed to sit upright. “Not anytime soon anyway,” he added coldly drawing the same rose dagger from before and holding it up for Raedifinn to see. A few minutes rolled by before the wizard managed to silently stagger uneasily over to the rail where Kyrris leaned. The Drow shot him a furious defeated glare that did not intend for assassin to see, but he noticed and laughed ruthlessly into the wizard’s pain scrunched face. “Now that is little problem has been fixed, follow me.”
Raedifinn knew that he had been beat so despite his wounded pride, he surrendered momentarily to Kyrris’ superior will. Like a long broken slave he trudged towards the assassin, painful submission plaster across his face. He managed a single spiteful glare at the man, but earned an earful of mocking laughter in answer to his prideful action. When Kyrris turned and began to make his way towards wherever he was headed, Raedifinn regardless of his recent defeat actually had the gall to plot another attack; but stopped short when Kyrris casually pulled the steel dagger out of the thick oak door and tossed it to the wizard. Using every ounce of his self-control, Raedifinn followed the assassin to a small derelict house on the fringes closet to the castle. He felt rather uneasy being so close to the enemy, whose leader only recently had been killed and that very killer was striding fearlessly towards his hunters. “Don’t you think this is unwise? What if the guards come searching these houses in search of you?” Raedifinn asked giving voice to his growing concerns, but he was ignored and with good reason. The wizard quickly realized that they were so close that the guard would not search such a place since it would be logically foolish for an assassin to be so close to his kill, and even if that did come a calling they actually didn’t know how the real killer was since Kyrris had gone in disguise. Once inside the lightly furnished house, Kyrris told him to take the guest room and that he would not hesitate to kill him if he did anything stupid. “I guess I will find out my purpose tomorrow than?” He asked Kyrris as he ascended the stairs, for the sun had set during their walk over. Kyrris just growled in reply before slamming his bedroom door.
“Fine then,” he sighed before settling in the modest guest room for the night.
“Where in all of the hells is that miserable assassin,” He sneered as he clomped his way onto the cobblestone road and further down the street, “Well he couldn’t have wandered far…”
Over the course of an hour Raedifinn searched the surrounding block as discreetly as possible. Yet again he failed to find his troublesome companion, who continued to infuriate him. Soon his frustrated grumblings and stomping feet carried him back to the Consio house, where his momentary allies plotted in secret without his presence; irritating him further. “I should be leading these pathetic fools, that are less than me,” He sneered as he ascended the front porch, angrily drawing his dagger from its place at his hip. With a few viscous thrusts he buried the tip of the blade repeatedly into the front of the door. Growling in sheer un bridled rage as he continued to stab the door mercilessly, as he tried to settle himself.
It didn’t help in the slightest. He continued to stab the innocent door, until he managed to bury the blade to the hilt in the door. Raedifinn cursed himself as he struggled to removed the imbedded dagger, as he tugged at the blade he snarled away what was left of his rage, “Who in all of the hells does Kyrris think he is making me look like such a fool in front of those humans!” He paused to suck in a new lung full of air before continuing, “Once I find that little bastard I’ll!!!!”
“You’ll do what Drow?”
Raedifinn nearly smashed his head of his dagger hilt when he jumped at the dark and icy voice that breathed down his neck, and had placed a small rose hilted dagger at the base of his spine. “Kyrris is that you? I didn’t hear you coming,” He said trying to sound innocent of the promised threats, he made a moment ago. “What would you have me do my dearest new acquaintance?” The Drow wizard asked sheepishly as he lower his hands from the imbedded dagger at the request of the one at his lower back, a demand voiced by a simple light poke. Though he began to mumble softly.
Kyrris laughed maliciously at the panicked Drow, who he had casually walked up behind and placed his blade at the man’s back before announcing his presence. In that time he had heard all the fool had to say about how he felt about a certain bastard who now held the wizard at his mercy. “Indeed it is I, fool wizard. And of course you didn’t hear me, I didn’t want you to,” He rasped into to the Drow’s ear as he pressed the dagger harder against the man’s back, “I will forgive your transgression for now. For we have work to do.”
Raedifinn always found it hard not to laugh when people fell prey to his superior intellect, but he surprised himself with his restraint. “How about I just kill you now, worthless dog!!” He growled as he pushed himself onto the dagger, the magic of his cloak bending the blade away from his body. He Now in arms reach, Raedifnn shouted the last words to a powerful offensive spell that would give him the ability to freeze his foes solid at a touch of his hand. No longer able to contain his laughter, he howled in evil mirth as he drove his enchanted hand towards Kyrris’ chest.
Kyrris was slightly taken a back by the turn of events, but he had suspected the Drow to make a stupid choice, and here it was. His highly trained wits still about him, Kyrris smoothly he sidestepped the wizard‘s stabbing fingers, and firmly rammed his own into the Drow‘s throat to make him collapse gasping desperately for air through his crushed wind pipe. “Anymore tricks up your pathetic sleeves, my incredibly arrogant friend?” He told the wheezing thrashing body that rolled across the porch, and with a cruel smile he watched him begin to die.
Raedifinn’s scream of horrified surprise was cut short by the brutal blow to his throat. He barely managed to win the fight against his body’s desire for unconsciousness, though now he had to witness every second of his slow demise. His struggle was pointless for no matter how hard he tried, he could not refill his lungs with fresh oxygen. As he vision began to fade, all he could see was the smirk of an adversary that he had foolishly underestimated. When the end was nigh and he could see no more, seemingly in jest his lungs began to fill once again with fresh crisp air. With this slight thread of hope for life, Raedifinn tried to move his numbed oxygen less limbs as he sucked in massive gulps of air. Slowly his vision cleared as his body revived itself from his near death state, and he was not very surprised by the reason behind his miraculous recovery. Kyrris had a small steel tin with a green honey smelling salve that he continued to gently smear onto his wounded throat.
Even though he wanted the urchin to die, Kyrris knew that he still need the little wretch. Reluctantly he had pulled out his healing slave and had begun to apply it to the wound, until the wizard opened his eyes once again. He snapped the lid back onto the tin before returning it to its pocket, and rising from his crouch to stride casually to the other end of the porch. “I hope this will be a lesson that you won’t forget arrogant one, for I do not wish to kill you again,” He told the prone slowly recovering wizard, who had as he finished speaking managed to sit upright. “Not anytime soon anyway,” he added coldly drawing the same rose dagger from before and holding it up for Raedifinn to see. A few minutes rolled by before the wizard managed to silently stagger uneasily over to the rail where Kyrris leaned. The Drow shot him a furious defeated glare that did not intend for assassin to see, but he noticed and laughed ruthlessly into the wizard’s pain scrunched face. “Now that is little problem has been fixed, follow me.”
Raedifinn knew that he had been beat so despite his wounded pride, he surrendered momentarily to Kyrris’ superior will. Like a long broken slave he trudged towards the assassin, painful submission plaster across his face. He managed a single spiteful glare at the man, but earned an earful of mocking laughter in answer to his prideful action. When Kyrris turned and began to make his way towards wherever he was headed, Raedifinn regardless of his recent defeat actually had the gall to plot another attack; but stopped short when Kyrris casually pulled the steel dagger out of the thick oak door and tossed it to the wizard. Using every ounce of his self-control, Raedifinn followed the assassin to a small derelict house on the fringes closet to the castle. He felt rather uneasy being so close to the enemy, whose leader only recently had been killed and that very killer was striding fearlessly towards his hunters. “Don’t you think this is unwise? What if the guards come searching these houses in search of you?” Raedifinn asked giving voice to his growing concerns, but he was ignored and with good reason. The wizard quickly realized that they were so close that the guard would not search such a place since it would be logically foolish for an assassin to be so close to his kill, and even if that did come a calling they actually didn’t know how the real killer was since Kyrris had gone in disguise. Once inside the lightly furnished house, Kyrris told him to take the guest room and that he would not hesitate to kill him if he did anything stupid. “I guess I will find out my purpose tomorrow than?” He asked Kyrris as he ascended the stairs, for the sun had set during their walk over. Kyrris just growled in reply before slamming his bedroom door.
“Fine then,” he sighed before settling in the modest guest room for the night.