06-23-2008
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Clouded blackness gave way…to yet more blackness. But ‘Isabelle’ knew distinctly that she was awake. Isabelle was what her last captors had called her. She wouldn’t tell them her true name; somehow, keeping that from them allowed her to seal off a part of herself, something they couldn’t touch. It helped her keep her sanity, something she desperately needed if she was to ever escape. Losing consciousness on a continual basis certainly wasn’t good for the cerebral processes. From somewhere in front of her she could hear the grunt of men and the clink of glasses, most likely containing ale or some sort of wine. Wonderful, she thought, yet more alcohol. These men must have made an exception to the rules for the victorious occasion, that or they thought they were above them. A dim light grew in front of her to reveal the rough-hewn edges of a cave, where a large group – possibly thirty men – were seated for an evening meal. They were happy about something, enjoying the fruits of their heist, no doubt. Makeshift bags were strewn pell-mell about the room, their tops revealing hints of the spoils within. Her eyes grew large, the dark centers now bordered on all sides by white, her thick ebony eyelashes fluttering upwards in alarm as her awareness grew. Her memory was coming back in sharp flashes… She had been taken captive in Jerusalem. She was dragged through many lands unknown to her, touched by soiled hands more times than she dared remember. Men came in the night, ransacked the tent of her captors. Her excitement mounted – she would be rescued! Or so she thought… The men were Moors. Though Islamic like her, they were extremists. Sure, she disliked the Crusaders for coming and taking her town, her home, her livelihood (as it now looked). But she would never go on such killing rampages as either of these groups proclaimed was right and justified by God…Allah. She had her doubts about Him of late, but she knew, just felt in her bones, that there was someone out there, a Holy One, unlike either of these gods. “Eh, boys,” Said the gruff, chiseled man who dragged her in, bound and gagged, “looks like we’ll have some entertainment tonight. Managed to take out the two filthy Frenchmen too. I think this calls for a pint!” With that, he thrust her along the cave wall and swaggered over to the central table, a wicked glint in his eye and the full, inhaled chest of the proud, to swig down his first glass of the night. Cheers rose around him, and several men began hitting their fists against the table or slapping a hand on his back as he sat down.
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06-23-2008
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"Here!" Joe yelled, pointing at a cave. He heard voices within. The Moors heard steel scrape on leather, cries of "God will protect us!" And then chainmail armor clinking in the night. Fifteen Templars; worth a thousand crusaders for each. The first Moor, closest the door let out a scream as a sword slid home through his ribs, coming out of his spinal cord. He heard a single whisper of "May God have mercy on you, for we wont." Then his decapitated head rolled into the main room where everyone was.
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06-24-2008
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Ankoroth rejoiced with his men. "Another day, another treasure." was his motto. After every raid, he shared the spoils with his men. He did not believe in monarchy. He and every other bandit in this cave were leaders. They all knew how to fight. They all knew how to lead. He will die someday, and so will his successor. There will always be a leader for the Bandits of the Dragons.
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06-24-2008
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All of a sudden, blood-curdling cries rose in the night. The chink of chain mail and the rasping of swards piercing flesh and lungs echoed in the cave. Oily torches mounted within cast an eerie glow on the cave walls. If only this cave were hotter, she chuckled darkly; one would believe this Hell on earth… Trapped as she was, her fear mounting, she contemplated what would be the best means of escape – she was determined to escape. Can I trust these newcomers? she wondered, fearing yet more captors.
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06-25-2008
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The Templars looked down at the girl, covered in blood and mud. They pulled her up and untied her, looking at her curiously. They had lost only one person, Brother Saith, whom had fallen down a hidden drop. "C'mon," they said to her, leading her back towards Armand.
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06-25-2008
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Kray surveyed the dusty and yet busy market in front of him. Anything you could ever want you could buy here, literally hundreds of store owners, each trying to out-do the other. It could almost be fun, but of course for Kray it never is. He comes to places for a reason, and that reason is never to have fun. This time he was stalking a man, a stable owner, he needed a horse and the only way he could get one was through stealing it, and that would require precise timing so he wasn't caught. He needed to study the man, his movements, his habits. All driving towards the final act where he would steal the horse and move away from this God-forsaken city. Jerusalem was a city on the up, and where things are going good there are always things to steal, it had become harder to steal things in Acre after the guards had tightened up. Tonight would be the time he stole the horse and tonight would be the time he left. The sun was glaring down at him, useful if he wanted to use the rooftops to get away from the area if he was caught, they wouldn't be able to look up without wincing and when there eyes eventually focused, all the would see would be air.
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06-25-2008
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The men didn't seem to hurt her as they lifted her along for support. She only wished they would take off these retched bindings, or at least the gag. Where they were taking her now, only time would tell. She dearly hoped they wouldn't consider her a spy. She thanked Allah...or whomever, she acknowledged confusedly, for learning many languages - she was sure someone here must know Italian. Her family had always emphasized the persuit of knowledge above all else. Except perhaps family, she amended.
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Took the "What Element are You?" quiz and got 75% Earth and 58% Holiness. It's pretty accurate - take it to find out what you are!
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06-25-2008
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The fortress walls loomed above them as they all rode horses, Brother Joe walking so the girl could ride. The gatekeeper opened the door when he saw them, saluting them and saying a silent prayer, looking at the girl curiously, as did many others. Carsten turned around and saw them returning. Already? He wondered, walking to Brother Joe. "What happened? Who is she?" Joe told him everything, up to "She was a captive of the Moors, and I have no idea who she is. That is all, Brother Carsten, that we know." Carsten nodded somberly. "Everyone, get some rest!" He walked up to the girl, judging her. "Shes Islamic." As soon as Islamic was mentioned, every person there had their swords out.
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06-26-2008
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Her eyes widened in fear, not sure what to say at the moment. Looking around at the room and the garb of the men, she knew instantly who she was surrounded by. She had heard of them, but only in stories. She had never heard of one of them being taken captive or killed in Palestine, at least as far as she knew. They were the Knights Templar . She shuddered and hoped they would be merciful; perhaps they would give her a chance to speak before they cut her to pieces. Isabelle could see the blood-lust in their eyes. That's strange, she thought, that is sure one look I haven't gotten yet from captors. Men have wanted to hurt me for pleasure, but never outright kill me. She had no idea what she would say to them, but she dearly hoped it would be enough to keep her alive. Adrenaline surged through her body; she reminded herself to blink. There was a man in front of her 'Brother Carsten' they called him. He had the look of a warrior, one who had slaughtered many men in battle with precision. Yet he seemed to have tact...and if he truly was a man of the church, perhaps he would have mercy on her. She was surely no match for all of them, they must see that. She gulped. At least, she hoped they could see that...
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Took the "What Element are You?" quiz and got 75% Earth and 58% Holiness. It's pretty accurate - take it to find out what you are! Last edited by imaginative_thinker : 06-26-2008 at 10:21 AM.
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06-26-2008
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Kray followd the man out of the market and back to his house, the man went straight through the door without even glancing at him, or the stables. A week of observing had taught him he now had half an hour to get inside the stable, saddle the horse up and then leave. It was possible, maybe. He walked towards the stable door and then took out two bronze rods, what woman used to keep their hair up. He then stuck them into the lock and twisted them around, trying to find the catch pattern. When he did, and turned it, the door swung open. Without a moments hesitation he began looking for a saddle, as well as hopefully some supplies.
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