Cold Hearts IC Thread

[Count michael]

"Come on whats the matter? is the poor little high born scared" Shevael said vaguely ignoring Aneya
"Go on insult the door it seems that's all you high born types are good for, complaining.
After all it will have to open to shut you up" laughing at the last remark

suddenly a huge grin lit up his face as a stupid idea came to him
I'm sorry what was it that you didin't want to be called? oh that's right bastard wasn't it
Bastard
Bastard
Bastard
Bastard"
Laughing some more obvious to anyone around him

 

[Malochai]

Indoril scowled at Aneya but turned to look at Shevael more menacingly. "Look, you are an incompetent fool. If the best you can do is take cheap shots during a serious moment, then you need to get out of the business fast. I can make it easier for you." Lightning quick, his fist shot out and connected with the other assassins face, and his foot followed, burying itself in Shevael's stomach. His other fist shot out.

"I will tell you this, though - the Cold Hearts won't let you live when you try to run. And I know your kind. You'll try to run."

 

[Count michael]

Reeling from the first blow, Shevael's nose started to bleed before he cried out in pain as he was hit in the stomach. Covering his bleeding nose with his hand Shevael grinned as he saw Indoril fist shooting out quickly grabbing it and pulling the stunned highborn close to him spitting blood in his face.
"That hurt, lets see how you like it"
Pulling his head back whilst still holding on, Shevael head butted Indoril twice before pushing him away
"Run away? I would never do such a cowardly thing, sure you might but someone of my perfection could never do that. I am destined to surpass Aenarion himself, how could I live with myself if I ran besides let them try no one can defeat such a perfect elf such as me"
Laughing loudly gesturing to Indoril to come at him

"Come on then lets have a little sport before the Hydra"

 

[Malochai]

The blood sparked something in Indoril, and he grinned nastily, shrugging off the blows landed on him. Smoothly, his knife appeared in his hand and he slashed, blade whistling by Shevael's throat, but the other assassin dodged back. With a snarl, he reversed the blade and brought the hilt slamming against his opponents chin, snapping it back.

"Aenarion was weak, you fool. Malekith was ... Is ... Stronger. He lost himself to the blade. He became over confident, and died alone and scared. It's because of Caledor that Ulthuan survived ... Still survives! Trying to be him will result in a terrible, lonely death. I'd be happy to accomadate that!"

With another snarl, which turned his face into a bestial mockery of the noble elven features he had, Indoril launched forward, feinting left and then spinning to the right, blade flashing. He was surprised when Shevael wasn't in the path of his blade.

 

[Mello]

Mythas glanced around, piles of clothes flying around as he searched.

"This the right thing?" he murmured as he drew his hood up in anticipation, gesturing to a hole in the wall.

 

[Get of W'soran]

"Aye that's it." Sigmund said to the other Assassin, pulling up his own hood.

As quickly as he could he pulled his sword belt of and held the sheathed blade to his chest, after all it would be difficult to slide down the chute with the longsword on.

"You know this might lead us straight to the enemy." he said with a smirk before swiftly swinging himself into the Laundry chute and sliding down the shaft.

 

[Count michael]

Ducking Indoril blow with a look of pure excitement on his face Shevael proudly cried "Missed me" before he grabbed Indoril who overreached himself. Pulling Indoril close to him, Shevael forcefully kissed him straight on the mouth laughing as Indorl pulled back clearly disgusted and shocked
"You should never let your opponent have such a perfect opening no matter what they do, besides I didn't put my tongue in you and it does seem like you enjoyed it" he boasted striking Indoril in the stomach before sidestepping away
"Anerion was like a god, his story is so tragic and inspiring I would gladly suffer that fate if it meant I would go down in history.
I can see it now, the tragic tale of Shevael who was like a god, it shall be the greatest and tragic tale ever now give me inspiration, the gods demand it"
Striking forward though distracted as he was he had left his gaurd wide open "I shall make a symphony of your wonderful cries of pain"

 

[The Archivist]

January nodded.
"I guess you aren't as worthless as I thought. Most slaves these days can't remember a basic order."
She paused and stared at the two slaves.
"When you have an opportunity you are to question each of your fellow slaves. I want to know if any of them are acting suspicious, and if they are tell a guard. If you don't I'll flay you alive."

 

[Malochai]

“You are nothing,” Indoril growled, nearly quaking with rage as he took advantage of the opening, his right fist punching straight into his opponents shoulder, making the muscles spasm. “And to make a symphony from me, you’d have to be an expert. You can barely wield a sword.” His condescending snort echoed slightly in the hall, and then the high-born was on the move again, rolling beneath a blow and swiping at a leg, hooking his boot awkwardly around Shevael’s ankle.

The other elf managed to spin away before he was brought down to the ground and when he faced Indoril again, his blade was in his hand, brandished in what, to Indoril, looked like a foppish and purely aesthetic manner which had no substance and gave away the wielder’s intentions before they even knew them. He smirked, and dashed in again, blade following a left-handed punch. His smirk turned to a scowl when the sword deflected his knife and he spun away, out of the reach of a counterattack. “So. You’re not as bad as a mewling human babe. But not much better.”

OOC: Michael, if you want me to remove the part where Shevael draws his sword just let me know. A couple of more posts and I think we should be done

 

[Count michael]

"Oh this thing I just picked it up, I'm better with my pistols though I've currently had them confiscated" tripping Indoril up with his chain striking downwards, however Indoril rolled out of the way.

"Oh your not bad yourself...... for a high born"
feinting left striking out with his fist which Indoril easily dodged
"Though nowhere near my excellence"
Using the momentum of of his fist going forward, Shevael quickly turned to deliver a hard kick straight to the side of Indoril's ribs.
Seeking to take advantage of the opening Shevael struck out with his blade aiming for Indoril's chest.

(OOC: Don't worry its fine)

 

[Mello]

The slaves nodded obediently and bowed, before turning and making their leave.

"Flay us alive? He's getting soft." one murmured to the other.

"Hey, we even have an interesting chore." muttered the other as they shuffled off.

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Mythas shook his head in wry amusement before climbing more carefully down the inside, muttering to Sylvia, in his hood's chest.

"The plan is to find the enemy anyway.."

 

[Get of W'soran]

Arkeith exited the chute slightly quicker than he had anticipated but he hit the ground rolling and came to his feet.

Remaining in a crouch with his sheathed blade in his left hand and the hilt in his right ready to fight at a moments notice.

Arkeith looked up and down the hall for any estate guards as he waited for Mythas.

 

[Malochai]

Indoril dropped to the floor and rolled, allowing Shevael's blade to pass through empty air, and he only stopped it seconds before it met the floor, which would have been enough to damage the blade immensely. Easily, he regained his feet and took a step backwards, dodging the next arcing swing by Shevael and he threw a mocking grin across the space between them. He kept moving backwards along the corridor, until, as Shevael swung once more, he rolled forwards and underneath the blow, passing to the left of his opponent and then ducking around his back like a shadow so he was stood in front of him.

Only then did he see his mistake and felt the cold metal on his throat, seeming to burn at him condescendingly. However, blade still in hand, he knew that if he died, so would Shevael. The stiletto was positioned ready to drive up beneath the ribs and into Shevael's heart. A single thrust would be all it needed.

"Try it. Khaine would rather I lived, I'm sure, but if I die, so do you!" and then he pressed with his knife, allowing a minute droplet of blood to roll down the blade, sparkling in a way that looked both innocent and menacing simultaneously. When the pressure on his throat increased, the elf let the knife come back slightly and released some of the pressure.

"So. What are you going to do?"

OOC: Hope that's OK, Count Michael!

 

[Mello]

There's a perfectly usable OOC thread you know o_o

 

[Count michael]

With his blade against Indoril's throat Shevael had a smug grin on his face
"Well looks like I win, give up then you..... Oh damn"
looking down at the Indoril's blade a disappointed look on his face
"Fine, fine as much as I hate to admit it were even, but I almost had you"
Removing the blade from Indoril's neck
"So what's the plan now"

 

[Malochai]

Indoril grinned evilly and jabbed the blade forward less than an inch, before licking his lips and stepping away.

"Yes, I thought you would need my ingenious mind ... Unfortunately, it seems there is no external way to open this door. In which case," he said, turning to Aneya, "You need to get it open and prove your worth!"

 

[Mello]

Aneaya, completely unfazed by the previous duel sighed.

"Me again?? You're sure useless aren't you."

She walks up to the door and peeks through the centre crack of the door.

"You realise this isn't a real door. There's just a wall behind it. I guess there's a hidden entrance probably disguised as a normal section of wall."

 

[Malochai]

Indoril's eyes darkened and he narrowed them, shaking his head, before dismissing her from his mind and searching the walls for anything which made them stand out, anything which could make them the entrance to such a hidden room.

 

[Mello]

There were several indents in the wall, but one clicked satisfyingly and a portion of the wall slid away smoothly.

 

[Malochai]

"Alright, this is what we do now," he murmured to himself, brandishing his blade menacingly as he entered the now-open portal and looked around, trying to see everything that was beyond it.

 

[Count michael]

"After you oh glorious leader" Shevael said as he followed Indoril somewhat annoyed that Indoril was trying to take centre stage.

"All Right come on out I'm bored enough as it is.
It is the great master assassins Indoril and Shevael, feared across the land. If you have more than one head and are a reptile surrender now otherwise you'll regret it. If you have one head just ignore us we shouldn't be too long just some personal business, take no notice of us." he cried in a somewhat loud voice

Drawing his blade casually scanning the area

 

[Malochai]

"Shut up, fool!" Indoril growled bestially, whipping around and glaring at the other assassin.
"We're looking for a hydra, not an idiotic child!" With that, he turned around again and continued into the room.

 

[Mello]

There was a loud scuffling, maybe reptilian claws on cobblestone.

As the pair entered the room, Aneaya hung back. "I'm not going in.." she murmured with large eyes. "I don't want to watch it.. Be hurt.. Its got feelings too.."

The tunnel widened out into a huge circular cavern, not unlike the cold one cave Indoril had entered. There were hundreds of corpses scattered around, ranging from horses to cattle to men. There was a conspicuously broken set of seven manacles, huge and rusted, on the far wall. The glaringly obvious thing was apparent. No hydra. Aneaya whimpered, looking up.

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Arkeith emerged in a dark dusty, but dry and clothes ridden room.

 

[Count michael]

"Where is the hydra" Shevael muttered somewhat dissapointed. making his way to the nearest corpse searching it for anything interesting.
"How can some over grown lizard get away" he spoke out loud to the others

 

[Get of W'soran]

Squinting through the darkness Arkeith felt his way around the walls looked around for a door out of the room.