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After a few minutes of the two soldiers following the two hooded figures, Fullar had gathered two pairs of guards in their pursuit. Eventually the guards were directed to follow in turn but from different routes, to have hopefully surrounded the suspects by the end.
Gordon made his way out of the keep like a ghost in the night. Albeit a well spoken, friendly ghost, but a ghost in plate armor all the same. The festivities were early in his mind, hastily celebrated victories were an ill omen from where he was from. Still, the visions his lady had gifted him in her slumber were clear. Death stalked the city and innocent lives would soon be victims. By his hand it would not be allowed, but he was at a strong disadvantage without his Lady or Sir Stephan.
He made his way through the city to the northern districts where he stopped to observe a quaint well in a square off the main road. He walked up to it, looking over the edge as the quiet square reminded him of the village he had once called home. The sound of foot fall quickly drew him out of his memories. Stepping behind a pulpit normally used by some crier, he waited briefly. Stepping out to block the path to the well, Gordon spoke. “Good evening, Sir’s. I am lost, would you mind telling me where it is that I am?” Gordon was loud, and his armor made him stick out. The city's regalia was absent, however his weapon was visible over his back.
The two hooded figures looked at each other before responding to the daunting presence of the armoured knight in front of them.
"This is the Nuthum Plaza." gestured the taller of the two. The shorter one looked behind them, as though they were looking for something.
Rudolph split up with Fullar as they each lead a couple of guards to block the routes from the area. Fullar stopped at the corner to which the suspects had turned, leaning against the wall, the man peeked around and saw them interacting with an unknown armoured figure, An ally perhaps? he thought. Rudolph positioned his guards as he came around the corner behind Gordon and approached them, "Please identify yourselves. I've heard that we have assassins in our midst, so anyone is a suspect. said Rudolph resting a hand on the pommel of his sword.
Gordon turned his head slightly so that he did not lose sight of the two men to his front. “I am Sir Gordon, escort to Lady Drana Turash.” Gordon saw the ill intent these men had. The dead have eyes for things the living could not see. He knew that professing that sight would easily give away his cover. “I am lost, and these two have just informed me that this is the-” Gordon half hoped they had lied to him. “-Nuthum Plaza.” Gordon’s sword was peace tied, though the armored man looked like he could easily kill with his gauntlets.
Rudolph's eyes narrowed slightly as he observed the individuals before him. He caught a glimpse of Fullar peeking from behind his corner on the other side of the plaza. Nodding Rudolph took a step forward and asked "And you two?".
The taller of the two figures was about to speak until the shorter one stepped forward "I am Clarisse, and this is Donovan. We're both laborers, and late meeting our companions. Please let us pass." she replied with some formality in her tone.
"Alright, I don't really have much reason to hold you any longer, be on your way." he said nodding and stepped aside. Fullar emerged from his side with guards following suit as they approached the group. The hooded figures began to hastily walk away soon after seeing Fullar approach.
Gordon spoke suddenly, though he did let the two start to clink off before making note. “Odd, what job in the city requires one to wield more than one dagger?” He brought attention to the fact they were armed, hoping that he could assist without bringing himself into direct involvement by his own definition.
Rudolph raised a brow, "A dagger?" he could not see beyond the cloaks that the two wore. "It is true, they are armed. I saw one on the shorter." said Fullar. And with that, the assassins began to run until the two guards that Rudolph positioned knocked them back from where they were.
The assassins realising their situation drew their blades ready for combat, as fruitless as it would be considering they were outnumbered. Rudolph and Fullar drew their own blades in preparation. "I guess you won't be coming quietly." jested Fullar.
Gordon did not reach for his weapon, instead he took a defencive stance and held his ground. This was a job for the guards, but if they needed aid he would happily offer assistance. When they pulled their weapons his attitude quickly changed. He fell in with Rudolph to assist in making sure that the two could not elude capture.
'Clarisse' dove at one of the closest guards who bore a spear, she easily bypassed it and stuck a knife into the man's throat. The other guard beside their now fallen companion used their own spear to thrust at 'Donovan', the man more focussed on the opposing guards coming from the direction of the well to realise the strike. 'Donovan' stumbled and yelled in pain as the speartip pierced his side, 'Clarisse' was about to throw the knife she used to kill the previous guard, but her arm was struck by an iron bolt causing her to recoil in pain and drop the weapon.
"Enough!" Fullar demanded as he lowered his crossbow.
Gordon watched the scene unfold much how he imagined it would. If Drana had been here, perhaps he would have been able to save the young man who had a hole in his neck. Still, he did know that he could be useful. Stepping forward as the bolt whistled to its target, Gordon made his advance to spare any more bloodshed. Fullar’s voice rang out as he opened his gauntleted hand and hit ‘Clarisse’ with an open, metal palm. It was easy enough given her ability to block had been removed thanks to Fullar’s bolt. Gordon then grappled the woman, familiar with the tactic that most agents implore to avoid capture.
As 'Donovan' stumbled, he was then knocked to the ground by Rudolph as he charged in. "Stay down." Rudolph demanded as he held his sword within distance of the man's chest.
"Thank you knight." he said as he saw Gordon had apprehended 'Clarisse'.
The two assassins looked at each other, 'Clarisse' nodded, and 'Donovan' let out a pained sigh of defeat before reaching from underneath his cloak. "Oi, don't do anything stupid." Rudolph pinned the tip of his blade against the man's chest.
'Donovan' briefly hesitated but proceeded to withdraw and hastily throw a small throwing knife at the legs of 'Clarisse'.
With this Rudolph was about to push his sword through the man's chest out of anger until, "Rudolph wait!" Fullar stopped him.
Gordon half dragged half shoved ‘Clarisse’ to the side, careful not to tangle their legs as falling over would betray his true nature. There was the sound of a metallic clank as the blade bounced off the side of his grieves. Seeing that his hunch was correct, Gordon used his gauntlet to knock ‘Clarisse’ out with a swift strike to the side of the head. He then started to distance them from one another. “Break his right arm!” Gordon said quickly.
Rudolph eased his pressure on the sword as Fullar hurried over. "There's no need. He's done." Fullar replied as he waved off the Knight's request. Seeing 'Clarisse' had been knocked out, 'Donovan' chuckled in disbelief as his final action to help his partner failed.
"You two, get him up." Rudolph ordered two of the guards, "We'll get you patched up before your interrogation." Fullar said to their new prisoner.
Before the guards had a chance to get in arms reach however, 'Donovan' spoke up half laughing half coughing, "Its too late…" was all he said before he became motionless as he laid there. "What?" said Rudolph as he lightly kicked the man in the leg, "What do you mean too late?"
"No…" said Fullar as he approached with hesitation and knelt next to the man to investigate, making sure to keep the man's hand away from him. He checked the man's pulse via his neck, "He's dead?." he said confused.
"How? his wound wasn't that deep." Rudolph asked. Fullar gestured to the other side of the body, and Rudolph knelt in turn to look. 'Donovan's' right hand was hidden underneath his cloak, Rudolph pulled it out and with a light metallic pang, a small throwing knife identical to the one he threw at his partner fell to the ground.
The knife had a bit of blood on it, but not enough to indicate much beyond a small cut. Carefully Rudolph picked up the blade via the handle, and examined it. The moonlit night wasn't sufficient to investigate properly, "We'll have to figure it out later." he accepted before placing the knife in a small pouch. Fullar stood up and nodded toward Gordon "Thank you for the assist. We can take it from here." he thanked the knight as he helped take the unconscious form of 'Clarisse' from him. The two assassins would be carried to the keep, while Fullar would send a runner to inform Captain Helt of the news.
Gordon made his way out of the keep like a ghost in the night. Albeit a well spoken, friendly ghost, but a ghost in plate armor all the same. The festivities were early in his mind, hastily celebrated victories were an ill omen from where he was from. Still, the visions his lady had gifted him in her slumber were clear. Death stalked the city and innocent lives would soon be victims. By his hand it would not be allowed, but he was at a strong disadvantage without his Lady or Sir Stephan.
He made his way through the city to the northern districts where he stopped to observe a quaint well in a square off the main road. He walked up to it, looking over the edge as the quiet square reminded him of the village he had once called home. The sound of foot fall quickly drew him out of his memories. Stepping behind a pulpit normally used by some crier, he waited briefly. Stepping out to block the path to the well, Gordon spoke. “Good evening, Sir’s. I am lost, would you mind telling me where it is that I am?” Gordon was loud, and his armor made him stick out. The city's regalia was absent, however his weapon was visible over his back.
The two hooded figures looked at each other before responding to the daunting presence of the armoured knight in front of them.
"This is the Nuthum Plaza." gestured the taller of the two. The shorter one looked behind them, as though they were looking for something.
Rudolph split up with Fullar as they each lead a couple of guards to block the routes from the area. Fullar stopped at the corner to which the suspects had turned, leaning against the wall, the man peeked around and saw them interacting with an unknown armoured figure, An ally perhaps? he thought. Rudolph positioned his guards as he came around the corner behind Gordon and approached them, "Please identify yourselves. I've heard that we have assassins in our midst, so anyone is a suspect. said Rudolph resting a hand on the pommel of his sword.
Gordon turned his head slightly so that he did not lose sight of the two men to his front. “I am Sir Gordon, escort to Lady Drana Turash.” Gordon saw the ill intent these men had. The dead have eyes for things the living could not see. He knew that professing that sight would easily give away his cover. “I am lost, and these two have just informed me that this is the-” Gordon half hoped they had lied to him. “-Nuthum Plaza.” Gordon’s sword was peace tied, though the armored man looked like he could easily kill with his gauntlets.
Rudolph's eyes narrowed slightly as he observed the individuals before him. He caught a glimpse of Fullar peeking from behind his corner on the other side of the plaza. Nodding Rudolph took a step forward and asked "And you two?".
The taller of the two figures was about to speak until the shorter one stepped forward "I am Clarisse, and this is Donovan. We're both laborers, and late meeting our companions. Please let us pass." she replied with some formality in her tone.
"Alright, I don't really have much reason to hold you any longer, be on your way." he said nodding and stepped aside. Fullar emerged from his side with guards following suit as they approached the group. The hooded figures began to hastily walk away soon after seeing Fullar approach.
Gordon spoke suddenly, though he did let the two start to clink off before making note. “Odd, what job in the city requires one to wield more than one dagger?” He brought attention to the fact they were armed, hoping that he could assist without bringing himself into direct involvement by his own definition.
Rudolph raised a brow, "A dagger?" he could not see beyond the cloaks that the two wore. "It is true, they are armed. I saw one on the shorter." said Fullar. And with that, the assassins began to run until the two guards that Rudolph positioned knocked them back from where they were.
The assassins realising their situation drew their blades ready for combat, as fruitless as it would be considering they were outnumbered. Rudolph and Fullar drew their own blades in preparation. "I guess you won't be coming quietly." jested Fullar.
Gordon did not reach for his weapon, instead he took a defencive stance and held his ground. This was a job for the guards, but if they needed aid he would happily offer assistance. When they pulled their weapons his attitude quickly changed. He fell in with Rudolph to assist in making sure that the two could not elude capture.
'Clarisse' dove at one of the closest guards who bore a spear, she easily bypassed it and stuck a knife into the man's throat. The other guard beside their now fallen companion used their own spear to thrust at 'Donovan', the man more focussed on the opposing guards coming from the direction of the well to realise the strike. 'Donovan' stumbled and yelled in pain as the speartip pierced his side, 'Clarisse' was about to throw the knife she used to kill the previous guard, but her arm was struck by an iron bolt causing her to recoil in pain and drop the weapon.
"Enough!" Fullar demanded as he lowered his crossbow.
Gordon watched the scene unfold much how he imagined it would. If Drana had been here, perhaps he would have been able to save the young man who had a hole in his neck. Still, he did know that he could be useful. Stepping forward as the bolt whistled to its target, Gordon made his advance to spare any more bloodshed. Fullar’s voice rang out as he opened his gauntleted hand and hit ‘Clarisse’ with an open, metal palm. It was easy enough given her ability to block had been removed thanks to Fullar’s bolt. Gordon then grappled the woman, familiar with the tactic that most agents implore to avoid capture.
As 'Donovan' stumbled, he was then knocked to the ground by Rudolph as he charged in. "Stay down." Rudolph demanded as he held his sword within distance of the man's chest.
"Thank you knight." he said as he saw Gordon had apprehended 'Clarisse'.
The two assassins looked at each other, 'Clarisse' nodded, and 'Donovan' let out a pained sigh of defeat before reaching from underneath his cloak. "Oi, don't do anything stupid." Rudolph pinned the tip of his blade against the man's chest.
'Donovan' briefly hesitated but proceeded to withdraw and hastily throw a small throwing knife at the legs of 'Clarisse'.
With this Rudolph was about to push his sword through the man's chest out of anger until, "Rudolph wait!" Fullar stopped him.
Gordon half dragged half shoved ‘Clarisse’ to the side, careful not to tangle their legs as falling over would betray his true nature. There was the sound of a metallic clank as the blade bounced off the side of his grieves. Seeing that his hunch was correct, Gordon used his gauntlet to knock ‘Clarisse’ out with a swift strike to the side of the head. He then started to distance them from one another. “Break his right arm!” Gordon said quickly.
Rudolph eased his pressure on the sword as Fullar hurried over. "There's no need. He's done." Fullar replied as he waved off the Knight's request. Seeing 'Clarisse' had been knocked out, 'Donovan' chuckled in disbelief as his final action to help his partner failed.
"You two, get him up." Rudolph ordered two of the guards, "We'll get you patched up before your interrogation." Fullar said to their new prisoner.
Before the guards had a chance to get in arms reach however, 'Donovan' spoke up half laughing half coughing, "Its too late…" was all he said before he became motionless as he laid there. "What?" said Rudolph as he lightly kicked the man in the leg, "What do you mean too late?"
"No…" said Fullar as he approached with hesitation and knelt next to the man to investigate, making sure to keep the man's hand away from him. He checked the man's pulse via his neck, "He's dead?." he said confused.
"How? his wound wasn't that deep." Rudolph asked. Fullar gestured to the other side of the body, and Rudolph knelt in turn to look. 'Donovan's' right hand was hidden underneath his cloak, Rudolph pulled it out and with a light metallic pang, a small throwing knife identical to the one he threw at his partner fell to the ground.
The knife had a bit of blood on it, but not enough to indicate much beyond a small cut. Carefully Rudolph picked up the blade via the handle, and examined it. The moonlit night wasn't sufficient to investigate properly, "We'll have to figure it out later." he accepted before placing the knife in a small pouch. Fullar stood up and nodded toward Gordon "Thank you for the assist. We can take it from here." he thanked the knight as he helped take the unconscious form of 'Clarisse' from him. The two assassins would be carried to the keep, while Fullar would send a runner to inform Captain Helt of the news.
