QUEST: Voyage for a Gem, chapter 2 [Samheen 4th]

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QUEST: Voyage for a Gem, chapter 2 [Samheen 4th]

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OOC: private thread for the quest that started in Pirate's Duchy. If you want to join in mail tanja@tazlure.nl

We have complied with the Synch Event. This will still allow you to simultanously post in the trainingsthread if you so chose.
Please feel free to describe how your PC went through the dreary uneventful days of Jygust 29th till Samheen 4th in your first post.

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Samheen 4th, morningtide, 2nd candlemark

It was a grey morningtide like all others this past week. The Lady Rose made good progress cutting through the waves and the weather had been holding. The crew had adjusted to the new crewmembers, even the gryphons, with surprising ease.

Captain Darkheart had been moody and withdrawn, staring out over the sea at night as if something troubled his heart. The quartermaster had told the new ones to avoid him "The Cap'n is prone to fould moods," he had warned them, "best to let him be when he's like that. He'll turn around ere we arrive." The old hands of the crew certainly gave their captain a wide berth. Sometimes angry shouts could be heard from the cabin, and a cabin boy hurrying out with food thrown after him was not an uncommon occurance.

At the horizon the now familiar specks of the gryphon scouts appeared and within a quarter of a mark they landed with awkward grace on the upper deck. A cabin boy was sent to Darkheart and with trembling legs he pounded on the door "Captain sir, there is news."
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Days Go By

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Rylas passed the better part of the time in solitude, seeming to soak up any silence he could find. Of course, he did not exclude himself to the point of exile. He took in the occaisional word where he could find it with Guenhwyfar or a gypsy.

He passed his nights in his hammock, always face up with his arms crossing his chest, and to a bystander he seemed either deep in thought or devoid of it.

Last night of Samheen 3rd had been no different from the others. He lay for minutes or hours within his own thought. But these particular thoughts did not follow the usual analytical course. They were turned uncharacteristically toward the past.

Russert. Rylas couldn't remember the last time he had formed his father's name in his thoughts. Now he wondered what Russert Sithrin would've had to say about the motley crew assembled on the ship. Rylas figured his father would be able to deftly navigate the little storm of tantrum and anxiety, as he had always believed Russert had a way of dealing with people that could only be possible with either understanding or intricate apathy.

He could remember passing time in his father's store, Russert busily scratching in a record book with a ragged quill pen. Some shrouded, dirty figure ferreted something away beneath the tatters of a cloak and hastily exited. Rylas trotted to the doorway, and turned to look at his father, whose eyes were raised and watching the figure flee. He looked at Rylas, smirked, and resumed scratching in his book.

It was Russert's unseeing sight that gave him success in the underworld. On occaision, other shrouded figures would enter the store, usually after it was closed, and would join Russert in a back room to peruse his "special wares" that Rylas had always been told never to speak of as a boy. Rylas also soon learned that these visits would mark times when his mother would have unspecified reasons for him to run an errand or stay in his quarters. Following that lesson was the discovery that noone noticed a small boy in the hollow underneath the stairs by the doorway to the back.

That was where Rylas had been the night his adoptive uncle Tedrin had delivered the news to Russert that there had been an interruption in his usual success. Rylas's memory accelerated to the confrontation in front of the store, and then slowed to a crawl as the lead man hurled his hand axe. The weapon spinned end over end, slowly driving through time and space, the sound of air being forced aside growing unnaturally loud, and eventually becoming a deafening wail. The six crossbow bolts screamed alongside it like a host of daemons. Light itself seemed to flee from the blade and bit of the axe, and it met with Russert's face almost gracefully, striking the bridge of the nose, splitting cartilage asunder and hungrily crunching
Rylas's eyes snapped open.

He had dozed off, and remembering had become dreaming. As the last image of his dream faded from his mind's eye, he absorbed the silence and the drone of the sea's waves, and the visions were gone. A dull burn in his chest informed him that his breath was held, and he released it, along with a quiet laugh that can be most closely described as sarcastic.

Rylas closed his eyes again and slept. He dreamed no more.

That morning found him leaning against the railing of the ship, gazing off to the point where the grey of the sky met the grey of the waters. He saw the cabin boy out of the corner of his eye, and turned to see how the hapless fellow would suffer today. But upon hearing his declaration that there was news, he stepped slowly and deliberately to the wall around the corner of the cabin door and leaned his weight against it, tilting his head and listening for what could be heard.
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Post by Maeve »

It was not Darkheart who opened the door. The proud elf that looked down on the cabin boy, his shirt half open, hair tousled had not been seen in the last few days. Some of his travel companions had entered the cabin in the deep of the night, and came out just as secretive, always silent about what passed. The intensely blue eyes of the Than seemed to glow feverishly. "Finally," he breathed, his eyes wandering beyond the cabin boy, to fix on the gryphons that stood waiting patiently with the dark clad gypsies beside them "the scouts have returned with news of her, I presume?." The cabin boy, intensely relieved not to be yelled at, gulped and simply nodded.

The Than stepped outside, then called over his shoulder "Come on, lazy human. 'Tis time to rise and shine." Without waiting for the captain to follow him he started towards the gryphons with large strides. The cabin boy, glad to be forgotten, stepped aside just in time.

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Battle on the seven seas

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High atop the mast in the crows nest sat a bored young man. The wind was steady and strong, and tossed his hair about. He brushed a lock from his brow. It was then that he saw it. Two specks off in the distance, much too far to tell what they were without aid.

Quickly, he reached to his side where a spyglass rested. He adjusted the lens with growing fear. Two ships stood on the horizon, one with two tall proud masts, and a second with three sets of oars and a single sail. As they drew closer, he could see the pirate queen's colors marked clearly atop their masts.

He nearly dropped the valuable glass as his hands began to tremble. He looked down and called out to those below "Two ships, both belonging to the Pirate Queen, off our starboard bow. One frigate and a trireme. They're headed towards us, but don't seem to have spotted us yet. "
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Raven appeared in the dooropening. Those that had expected him to appear in the same unkempt dissarray as the Than were sadly mistaken.
His chin was shaven razor sharp except for his fashionable goattee. His clean shirt was buttoned up, the lace looking as fluffy as can be and his captains jacket looked as sharp as his razor must have been, the copper buttons shining despite the lack of sunshine.

Darkheart stepped forward and leaned on the railing of the bridge, looking down on his crew. His eyes mirrored the darkness of his soul. He savored the silence for a moment, his men looking up at him in expectation. A small smile of satisfaction tugged on his lips Finally, for better or for worse, some action! "BATTLESTATIONS!" he bellowed.

The quartermaster took over from that moment, ordering about the crew and making sure each knew his duty. The Lady Rose had a few cannons, but mostly she would rely on her swiftness and her grappling hooks after the other party had spent her munition. A fight man to man was something every pirate relished.
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Cry Havoc

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Rylas didn't move from his spot against the cabin wall as the man in the crow's nest called, nor as Than came out for a look see. As the captain came out and called for battlestations, Rylas had to wonder what Raven was thinking. Two to one was never good odds, not to mention they had no idea what the other ships' were equipped with. Besides, if they have not seen us, might evasion and surprise be a better tactic?

But when it came down to it, Rylas knew he knew nothing about sea tactics. Evasion might not even be an option for all he knew. It could be just a case of either charging them or floating about and waiting for them to charge.

In the end it came down to two simple truths for Rylas. They must come out of the encounter on top, and the other ships must not be allowed to flee and report to the queen, or their task will become much harder.

Rylas raised his eyebrow and breathed a short, sharp breath through his nose, then suddenly sprang into action. Practically leaping below deck, he made for his sleeping quarters. He pulled his pourpoint armor from his backpack and slipped into it and grabbed his lochaber. He gave it a twirl and knocked the capped end against the floor in satisfaction, then dashed above once more for the waiting part of the "hurry up and wait" of warfare.

A familiar coppery sort of taste had pervaded the back of his throat, and he had a passing thought that perhaps he was sharing in some of the captain's anticipation.
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and let slip the dogs of war

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Guenhwyfar had been unusually quiet for the past few days, which helped keep her out of trouble, for the most part.

The only interaction she had had with the others on board was to give the occasional venomous glare to Agaru or to Daenus or to pointedly ignore Raven.

She was slightly miffed that he seemed so preoccupied as to not be able to fully notice her ignoring him.

The onle person she spoke to was Rylas, or Jack, if the mysterious figure sought her out, but she would instantly fall silent, scowling, if anyone else drew near and tried to join in the conversation.

It was with a profound sense of relief that the girl heard the cry for battlestations. The fact that they were outnumbered seemed not to register at all. She <i>was</i> invincible, after all, wasn't she?

She chewed on her lip as she thought about how to proceed. THe only real fighting skill she had was martial arts, and could be trusted not to cut herself open with her daggers -- but neither skill would likely be useful in the early stages of grappling. She tried to determine whether the little training she had had with a sword back in the Duchy would make a sword useful or whether it would just get in the way...

She continued turning over the question of weapons in her head, subconsciously glad for the fact it kept her mind off the coming battle, which would doubtless be nasty. Finally she decided that the more inches of sharp steel she had, the better, and she sought out the quartermaster to see if there were a spare cutlass she could use.

Her question having been answered, she stood on the deck watching the specks draw closer, feeling her heart beat faster. If she had had a good head for figures, she might have passed her time reckoning how many fighting men the two ships would have, and how many foes that meant for each one of them -- but luckily for her state of mind, she had never cared much for math.

Instead, she simply waited, giving Rylas a terse nod of acknowledgement as she saw him standing nearby.
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huh?!

Post by tanoshimi »

Tayknot was almost beginning to enjoy himself, despite the sometimes strenous tasks he had to do - but actually took to them rather willingly, as well.. since he did not want to come off as a lazy stow-away.

During leisurely moments he cleaned his dagger or his lockpick set (time and time again, even though he used neither), while daydreaming about hard-ground to step on, bulging pockets in crowded cities .. and the reason they .. or at least he was on this voyage - Jade. He realized how akward his longing was, considering he met her only once, and now couldn't even picture her face in detail anymore, but it held him nonetheless.
He came along because he wanted to be loyal to the Than, but most of all he hoped that he could see her again.. alive and well. Usually after several flickers of moments like such, he smirked at his own foolish thoughts and went back on deck to chat up one of the pirates or find something to do.

He was on the deck when the gryphons landed once more. He immediately had a feeling that this time something was going to happen. From what he could make out of the Captains' behavior and the cry from above, he was right.
First he became frightened - it wasn't often he had to fight for his life.. mostly he just evaded or fled. But in flickers he managed to convince himself that, after all, he was not alone - whatever that meant.
He looked around for his 'comrades', at the same time searching for a safe observation spot which would also be suitable in readying for defence.
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The quartermaster was very busy, ordering the guns loaded for the upcoming battle, grouping sailors to different tasks, trimming the sails down to battle sails. Three sailors rushed around setting up water barrels for the guns to cool them before reloading, and to put out any fires. Chaos reigned free, to an untrained eye. But through the madness there was organization. Everyone was bent to a task critical to the upcoming battle, and every frenzied movement accomplished something that may well make the difference between victory and defeat.

The quartermaster looked over at Guen for a moment, then stopped a passing crewman, took his cutlass, and handed it to guen. The crewman would pick a new one up below deck later.

During the madness a new course was set. They were now sailing directly towards the two enemy ships. Guns were being reported as ready. The two ships grew nearer. The sailor in the crows nest took another look through the glass. He was now able to count the number of men on deck, and the cannons of the enemy ships. He called down to the quartermaster and Raven. "Looks like they've spotted us, their loading guns and cutting the sails for battle. Looks like seven guns on the frigate, and none on the trireme. There's about 30 crewmen on the frigate, and about seventy on the trireme. " A 'God's help us. ' escapes his lips, but none hear it.

The quartermaster nodded. The ships were already nearly in range. He issued a few orders and the ship began to turn. The enemy frigate turned to match. The Trireme simply kept coming. At an order, the guns of the Lady Rose spoke, shaking her to her very bones. Cannonballs flew in a high arch at the enemy frigate, one striking her second mast, and snapping it assunder. The frigate shoke and tilted from the loss of one of her masts. The ones that hit the hull broke through, but were well over the water line.

The quartermaster ordered the ship to turn sharply, and the Lady Rose leaned dangerously. The speed of the gunners had given them the edge. The frigate fired, but, thanks to the quick turn, only one cannonball from the three guns on that side struck, hitting port and aft, and causing little damage. The order to fire rang out again, and the Lady Rose's only aft cannon fired, striking just above the water line of the frigate. If she turned too sharply to starboard, she would take on water.

The rush of guns being reloaded was a scene shared by two of the three ships. The Trireme continued to gain, even as the quartermaster ordered the ship to come about. Long before the port guns were ready, the starboard guns sang out and streaked towards the trireme. Two shots hit the ram on the front of her, snapping it in two and leaving it hanging like a broken arm.

The quarter master ordered the starboard guns loaded with grapes, then charged directly at the Trireme. As the two ships pulled together, the order to fire rang out yet again, and the small metal grapes swept the decks of the Trireme, killing over a dozen men. Grappling hooks from both ships dug in as the two ships docked together at sea. The few left above deck on the trireme waited for those below to join them.
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Post by Med »

Daenus had remained oddly quiet and distant in the previous days. No gratuitious social outbreaks or even badgering was to be found. Though his eyes seemed to grow darker as the days past. If he had slept at all the bags beneath his eyes looked like it hadn't been much.

Finally the night of Samheen 3rd he fell exhausted into a deep slumbering sleep.. One spent till late in the morning. He awoke with the sounds of Rylas gathering his armour... He knew what waited above.

Steadily he walked on board as the grappling hooks latched on. A slight smile crossed his face and his mouth began to nearly water as he drew his cutlass in a slow fashion... Awaiting to cross to the other deck as he took position.
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The quartermaster issued the order to board the enemy ship with a resounding "Charge! "

The order was quickly followed as gunners rose from the guns, and sailors dropped from where they had been trimming sails, all drawing steel. They leapt from the Lady Rose and swarmed onto the trireme, blades of all kinds flashing in the sun.
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something wicked this way comes

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Tayknot wasn't no maverick to be charging solo at the opposing band of cut-throats, he quickly decided it would be best to hang close to someone else from his crew. The halfling ran up to Guen, having considered all other options.

"Might be good to stick together, no?", he proposed hastily, brushing her elbow just to make sure he had her attention. "I won't get in ye way, but I'll feel safer if we face those bastards back to back". He hoped that she would accept his idea.

The thief retrieved his assasin's dagger from its boot sheath, as they neared the trireme. As soon as they came to a distance that he judged he could jump, Tayknot hopped aboard the enemy ship.. not as enthusiastically as most of Darkheart's crew, but determined to survive.
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Damn'd be him that first cries 'Hold, enough'...

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At first, it passed as though it were a dream. The ship rocked as the cannon balls roared, and Rylas rocked with it. He watched as the grapes tore through some of the crew of the approaching trireme, and saliva squirted into his mouth as the copper taste rose further. Finally, the dull thudding of the grappling hooks heralded the crest of the wave of bloodshed.

Finding a mindless dash into the fray undesirable, Rylas quickly scanned the unfolding battle for an optimal point of entry and an enemy target. Holding his lochaber just over half way up the staff and flat against his right arm, he brought it low behind him for an arcing introductory attack. You'd be proud, Tedrin...
His knees bent and the muscles in his legs tightened like bowstrings, and for the first time at least since the voyage began, his lips spread and all his teeth shone in a feral, genuine smile.
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Daenus tried to hurry to the other ship as quickly as he could. When (or if) he got there his face became contorted with the ugliest form of rage that most could imagine. A pure feral instinct took over as he rushed towards the first opponent he could find.. His mouth opened to a blood curdeling scream as he gave no pause.

If he found one his blade slashed through the air trying to seek out the wrist that carried the other's weapon. In hopes to both deflect what would be an expected attack and severe the apendage, thus ending matters quickly and brutally.

His mind churned with complete hatred. The world could die at this moment and it would not have mattered to Daenus's sadistic way of thinking.
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Raven had observed all tactical manouvering from the bridge, staring at the enemy like a statue braving the storm. At times he shouted orders at the man at the steering "Sharp to Port" he would call, or "Vere off to Starboard NOW", leaning into the sharp turns the Lady Rose was making.

His eyes glittered with excitement as they prepared for the entering of the other ship and he quickly removed his captains jacket, letting it fall on the bridge as he unsheated his rapier. For ease of use he put a main gauche in his mouth, biting down on the steel. His white fluffy shirt glittered in the grey morning.

The darkhaired rogue got hold of a piece of the rigging with his left hand and jumped on the railing, while his right hand still hold the rapier. When the other ship was close enough thanks to the grappling hooks he gave himself a large swing and landed himself in the middle of the fighting, uttering a raw battlecry.
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It did not take long for Tayknot to find an enemy. Almost as soon as he landed, he was faced by a large man wielding a curved sword. The blade slashed in the sun as it slashed air, every strike drawing nearer.

Rylas noticed that the enemy forces were focused near a trap door leading down into the ship. Aft on the enemy ship was two enemies, seemingly cut off from the others. One was of average stature, while the other was a giant of a man. Both wielded curved blades, and were making their way towards Darkheart's men from the side.

Daenus found an opponent all to quickly. The young man looked from Daenus's snarling maw to his nasty looking weapon. That doubletake cost him his hand, just as his staring at the severed apendage would cost him his life.

Two enemies, one young and green, the other wise in the ways of the sea and the blade, turns to face Raven Darkheart, weapons gleaming in the sun. They closed quickly on the captain of the Lady Rose. The veteran signaled the younger one, and they began to circle Raven, waiting for the right moment to strike.
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Raven let go of the rigging and quickly moved the main gauche to his left hand where it belonged. He moved with the men circling them, his face attentive, his lips locked in a feral grin. He was waiting for them to make the first move.

As soon as either one of them moved in he struck, not with his blades but with his left foot, aiming for the stomache. Upon impact he made sure to roll through the motion. With an agile move he attempted to roll over and up again, back on his two feet with his blades still drawn. His tumbling motions came to him as a second nature.
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Guenhwyfar looked at Tayknot as he made his suggestion. She was somewhat taken aback, but it made sense enough, so she nodded curtly and then turned to focus on the battle.

As soon as the enemy ship was within boarding range, she flung herself aboard and waded into the fray. Her face was utterly composed, even cold, save for a certain reckless glitter in her eyes.

She tried to take advantage of her height and the added reach of the cutlass to wound the other sailors before they could get within striking range of her, but soon enough the crush of close-quarters battle made that tactic less than useful, so she went after the first person with a weapon that she saw, and prepared for some close and dirty fighting.
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Two men trying to flank, are they? It was quite daunting, but not enough to keep Rylas from springing forward. The one man was immense, and would have a dangerously vast reach accordingly, but Rylas wasn't exactly wee himself. The smile had disappeared, and his face was stone as he propelled himself into the riot.

He didn't cry out or make a sound, rather prefering to go unnoticed as long as possible. He leaped from the deck of the Lady Rose, landing directly in the two men's path and whipping the lochaber forward in a sweeping slash at both men's legs.

Regardless of the outcome of his introductory attack, he took two steps backward to avoid any desperate rebuttals from his opponents, being careful to try to stay aware of any new contestants coming from another direction. He gripped his lochaber in both hands and snapped it forward, readying for his next action. Two pirates was no training exercise, and he knew he'd have to use distance to his advantage to even things up.
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The younger of the two moved first, lunging at what he thought was an undeffended side. The veteran looked disapprovingly at the young man's attempt, and grinned at Raven's expert movements, catching the young fool in the belly and driving his wind from him. The veteran watched Raven with growing respect, and nearly slapped his forhead as the young fool charged directly at Raven in rage, swinging his sword like the crazed fool that he was.

Guen found herslef close to Tayknot, and the trap door. As she fought those that seemed almost to be guarding it, the reason for their placemnet became all to clear. The trap door openned, and those below flooded out one at a time, filling in the circle around the trap door. If only the crew of the Lady Rose could gain control of that door, they would be able to cut them down as they exited. However, already nearly a dozen men, and a couple women, deffended it, and they knew their job was vital.

Both men tried to jump Rylas's attack, but the second was too slow, and the blade of Rylas's polearm bit into his leg and made him land hard on his side. The other came at Rylas with sword raised, ready to block, or strike, once he got within the weapon's greater reach.
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Guen was so fixated on fighting, trying to take advantage of sloppy bladework to slip her own blade between some unlucky person's ribs or trying to slash at someone through sheer brute force and persistence that it took her a while to realize why the people surrounding the trapdoor were fighting so vigorously.

"The door!" she shouted, voice hoarse with exertion and barely carrying over the sound of the battle. She cleared her throat and tried again. "Here! To the door!" she yelled, trying to pitch her voice to carry. "Cut them off at the source!"

She couldn't take her eyes off her opponent long enough to see if anyone was responding, or if they had even heard -- but she hoped that they would gradually fight their way through to her. If they could stop the influx of new foes at its source, it would be straightforward enough to pick off the remaining ones. In theory.

Ignoring any further thoughts of theories and their efficacy, Guen narrowed her eyes intently, her cutlass flashing, and set about hewing a way through to the door.
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Rylas thought he heard Geunhwyfar cry out, but if he had understood her, he hadn't registered the information.

The thought occured to Rylas to at least immobilize the pirate long enough to slip past and finish his companion before he could get up and join his mate. Rylas eyed the pirate as he came, watching his movements, trying to gauge his critical distance.

Then, his hands acting like a fulcrum, he exploded at the pirate and attempted a combination, swinging the capped end at the pirate's right hip, then hacking at his upper left arm with the blade, Rylas's final intention being to rear back and thrust the weapon between his opponent's legs and catch the back of his left knee with the hook.
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Post by Med »

With eyes ablaze with adrenaline Daenus growled like a beast from a distant jungle, as he switched as fast as he could to an underhanded grip. Hoping to rip the blade quickly into the young man's stomach and kick him away.

He was lost in the midst of the madness.

Even while having watched the horror in the other man's eyes his own were predatory and sought out the next.. The closest perhaps thos closing in on the captain. With rage he lusted to hack deep through the first one's back that he could find.
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Post by Raven Darkheart »

Raven chuckled as he saw the head on appraoch. It left him plenty of time to parry the move with his rapier, while moving with his main gauche to burry itself in the stomache of the young headhot. There was no honor among thieves fighting and the darkhaired rogue wanted to get rid of his enemy quickly and expediently.

From somewhere behind him he heard Guen call and it momentarily distracted him as he automatically shot a glance at the door she mentioned. Yes, she is right. Cut them off there and we've won this thing. "To the door," he bellowed, adding his voice to Guen's.
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Tayknot stared wide-eyed at the large man, but not frozen in fright, only driven into a state of heightened strength and awareness of his own.
Quickly, before the pirate could reach him with his blade, dagger in other hand, the halfling pulled a smaller knife he kept behind the back of his belt, for throwing.

In half a flicker he weighed the short blade in his hand and aimed best as time allowed him - targeting the man's stomache. Feet apart, back straight, he flung the knife vigorously, following through slightly with his entire torso leaning forward. Tayknot wanted to be sure that if the knife hit its mark it would do proper damage, especially at the close distance.

The thief heard and understood Guen's cry. He'd noticed the door, but only now realized its vital function. He quickly glanced away to see if anyone other foes were in his immediate surroundings and tried to estimate how many he would have to get past, to get to the door in the shortest way.

If Taknot's throw missed, or hit - but were not effective enough, he intended to slide in on the floor, head-first, attacking the man's nearest leg with a thrust of his dagger, forcing him to fall.
In either case, the halfling also wanted to retrieve his smaller blade, if it were not foolishly risky.
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