Post by Shen on Mar 31, 2013 19:40:43 GMT -5
(Thank you for the clarification, the error is mine. If you do have any questions at any time or wanted clarification on something, feel free to let me know. Your magic so far is all completely within parameters, feel free to turn it up a notch if you like.)
Things happened quickly after Shen darted through the hole in the floor and Zarrustra slipped into the shadows, the darkness about her immediately cloaking her from all but the keenest eyes. There was a crackle of energy and flash of light downstairs, the glow of which splashed up along the wall at the stairwell. This illuminated the man who was occupying the higher reach of the stairs, quite close to being on the second level now. Zari could see his upper half through the railing and his apparel indicated he was up to something likely nefarious.
There was the familiar sound of a crossbow releasing and a strange, almost wet noise as it struck it's target. The light and the accompanying noise died then. There was the noise of something hitting the floor, followed by footsteps. The man on the stairs looked about in the dark, then back down the stairs. Shen spoke first.
"What devilry is this? You'd best be..."
He was promptly cut off and a sharp thwack was heard. That sound was most assuredly someone being struck, most likely Shen. A new voice.
"Shut your mouth healer, or it's a bolt in the brain. Where's the dark elf? You kill her?"
"If you bastards think you're going to hurt her, you've got another thing coming."
Another hit and Shen was silenced again. Strange but the threat in his words was elusive. Had he meant Zarrustra could handle herself? If that was the case, why did he sound protective at that moment?" The man on the stairs spoke up now.
"I don't see a thing up here. Maybe she left out the window?" He didn't sound entirely convinced.
"Take a better look. I'll off the mage. If she's gone, she's not about to tell the guard. Be quick about it, or he'll be getting free."
"Oh, once I get free..."
Another smack, harder this time. Shen coughed and groaned in pain, but laughed on the end of it.
The man on the stairs came closer to where Zarrustra was now, holding a cruel knife in hand. He looked like he could handle himself.
Things happened quickly after Shen darted through the hole in the floor and Zarrustra slipped into the shadows, the darkness about her immediately cloaking her from all but the keenest eyes. There was a crackle of energy and flash of light downstairs, the glow of which splashed up along the wall at the stairwell. This illuminated the man who was occupying the higher reach of the stairs, quite close to being on the second level now. Zari could see his upper half through the railing and his apparel indicated he was up to something likely nefarious.
There was the familiar sound of a crossbow releasing and a strange, almost wet noise as it struck it's target. The light and the accompanying noise died then. There was the noise of something hitting the floor, followed by footsteps. The man on the stairs looked about in the dark, then back down the stairs. Shen spoke first.
"What devilry is this? You'd best be..."
He was promptly cut off and a sharp thwack was heard. That sound was most assuredly someone being struck, most likely Shen. A new voice.
"Shut your mouth healer, or it's a bolt in the brain. Where's the dark elf? You kill her?"
"If you bastards think you're going to hurt her, you've got another thing coming."
Another hit and Shen was silenced again. Strange but the threat in his words was elusive. Had he meant Zarrustra could handle herself? If that was the case, why did he sound protective at that moment?" The man on the stairs spoke up now.
"I don't see a thing up here. Maybe she left out the window?" He didn't sound entirely convinced.
"Take a better look. I'll off the mage. If she's gone, she's not about to tell the guard. Be quick about it, or he'll be getting free."
"Oh, once I get free..."
Another smack, harder this time. Shen coughed and groaned in pain, but laughed on the end of it.
The man on the stairs came closer to where Zarrustra was now, holding a cruel knife in hand. He looked like he could handle himself.