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Back to the Archive The Atlantis Times for January in the Year 6
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Grey Wind (27) writes:
What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how infinite in faculties, in form and moving how express and admirable, in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the world, the paragon of animals - and yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me - nor woman neither, though by your smiling you seem to say so.
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Red Drogans (129) writes:
It was dark out and the monsoon rains made it quite easy to more around unobserved.
Reikon moved through the long grass fairly quickly. Stopping only now and then when the darkness seemed to take on shape.
He'd wait a while untill sure that the shape was not that of a person. Then move on through the dark.
Finally he arrived at the wall. This was the difficult part. Climbing it would have been easy. He'd done it a number of times already. Some in preperation.
The difficulty was in the rain. It was sheeting down and the climb would be like climbing a waterfall. Well, maybe not that bad.
He could not rely on friction while climbing. Not this wet. So out came the gear.
Slipping slivers of iron into the small cracks and jamming them in between the stones as he climbed. He almost had a ladder up the side. Al be it a difficult and home made one.
His head was now up to the top of the wall.
First he listened well for any sound of movement, then slowly raising himself just enough for his eyes to get a glims over.
Nothing.
He, slowly, pushed his head through the arrow slit and looked left & right.
One guard drowsing out of the rain in a small leanto a few meters left down the wall.
He watched him for a while. Then slowly pulled himself into the arrow slit and stepped down on the wall.
He was now in plain view of the guard, but in this rain and dark. No more than a shadow himself.
He stood watching for a while, then slowly closed the gap to the guard.
There was a flash of reflected light as the blade came out, and the guard turned to see what it was.
But it was already buried in his neck and a hand was clamped over his mouth.
He kicked a moment or two. But was soon still.
One glance confirmed no witnesses.
So down the flight of stairs next to the leanto, into the darker dark, next to them.
Then along the wall to the kitchen door.
All quite still. No sound from inside the kitchen.
He slowly opened the door. The hinges making small creaking noises.
He tossed a small piece of meat just inside and waited.
A few seconds later the dog curled up in the kitchen, woken by the creaking, came over to investigate. Finding the piece of meat it had a midnight snack.
He stepped in and shot it with a hand held crossbow.
It dropped silently onto the flag stones.
Now, out of the rain, he dropped his wet outer garments into a pile in a dark corner.
He then ran quietly up the back stairs, stopping just before the top.
This is the service entrance. But there would still be a guard in the back passage.
He glanced up over the top stair and there he was, about half way down.
He was standing, awake, but bored and not alert. Still, it was half way down the passage.
He took out a small pebble. Very small. And tossed it down the passage over the guards head.
Being very small it made no more than a tick.
The guard looked around expecting a rat or cat, but could see nothing.
He stared for a while longer making sure it was nothing, but could see nothing.
Turning to look the other way all he saw was a shadow right next to him.
And it was too late.
After lowering the body quitely to the floor.
He turned to the door, quitely releasing the catch he stepped through into the bedroom.
It was dark. Only a small glow from the coals of the fireplace.
He stepped up to the bed with blade in hand, but as his eyes adjusted to the dark after the passage outside he realised that the bed was empty.
He quickly gave the room another look around.
No, right room. The target just wasn't here. Bad luck. What now?
Well, the plan was for in and out. So out it is.
He glanced up and down the passage to ensure all was as expected. Still quite.
He loped off down the passage to the stairs. Still clear. Although there was some noises from the kitchen below.
At the bottom, he glanced into the kitchen and could see that one of the serving hands was at the far end busy with some bread.
He stepped quietly out, but as the youths back was still to him, he grabbed his bundle, wrapping it around himself as he stepped out into the rain and disapeared into the dark.
Job unfinished and now they would be expecting him.
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Villagers (200) writes:
Greeting noble Ladies an Lords,
here is the offer for newbies:
If you still don't know what direction to develop we would be glad to finance you in exchange to your services.
If you are interested in perpetual fund raising, we can rent your mages (casting for us) at 2000 SILV each turn at Honess. 6,000 a turn
Offer is not limited with time of market size.
We hope for a good cooperation in future.
Written on behalf of Villagers (200)
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