Before Kathlin could recover her wits after the fall, two of the nearby White Hand guards who had been watching the spectacle on the second floor from the garden had already rushed the flowerbed that she was in. Reaching the flowerbed, they immediately leveled their muskets at her as if she had been the number one most wanted person in Stormwind!
"Freeze!"
"Don't move!"
They shouted in unison at the sole girl, obviously not in the mood for a chit chat.
"What's going on over here?" Sounded the voice of another guard who just passed the mansion corner.
"We've found an intruder! Get the cuffs!"
"Right away,"
The third guard had disappeared as soon as he had appeared. Up above them, at the window from which Kathlin had jumped, there was no one to be seen. Clearly the creature that had been chasing her had no interest in pursuing her further, for the moment.
"What kind of fool jumps from the second story anyway?"
"One who's mad enough to infiltrate Alfidious' mansion in the first place!"
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Be warned, Rae'liel is about to face a great foe. And that foe is the ineffective political bureaucracy of Stormwind!
As Kathlin ran for all she was worth, it seemed as if she had successfully evaded the two chevaliers too concerned with the ferocity of one particularly ill-intentioned and violent owl. But as she ran through the narrow corridors of the mansion, a boot suddenly stepped out behind the doorframe ahead of her.
Appearing at the end of the corridor was another White Hand chevalier. But this one made no attempt to call for aid or signal their position. Wearing his mask as most of his comrades and their hallmark white cloaks, the only peculiar thing about him was his chestplate which had a deep bulk protruding back into his stomach area as if someone had launched an axe into his plate. But it did not seem to bother the man in the slightest.
In his mailed fist, he held tightly a longsword at the ready. The chevalier's attention had immediately fallen on Kathlin who was before him, and a small gust of wind sounded from his helmet. Although it sounded less as breathing, and more as simply a breeze traveling through a hollow tree that emanated from his mask. Gazing at Kathlin with the blackened and empty visors of his mask, the chevalier moved both his gauntlets around the hilt of his sword as he raised it up into the air.
In complete silence, he moved one boot in front of the other as he walked out of the doorway to meet Kathlin; bearing his sword against the girl!
At the gate of the castle, the two guards were standing watch outside the heavy wooden and metal fortified doors to the royal keep. Their armor was polished to the point it gleamed in the little light there was beneath the grey sky, reflecting its clouds. They each wore deep blue, royal cloaks typical of the soldiers tasked to guard the king's keep, and each of them held a tall halberd where the axe blade rested high above their helmets.
When they were approached by the group of Blood Elves lead by Rae'liel, the guards passed a look between each other, before giving the elves a long stare.
"Do you have an official audience with the king?" He asked in a nasal voice, seemingly looking rather bored where he stood; casually leaning on his halberd.
"I'm afraid we can't let you enter without a royal contact." The other guard said, looking over the elves.
"Yup. No scheduled audience, no visit to the king."
"We can however put you on the royal wait-list, if you would like that, m'lady."
"Indeed. There are only about 234 visitors before you if you sign up today."
"Absolutely. The king should be able to receive you within the next three months."
"Aye. If you absolutely need to see his majesty right away, he will be attending a sermon commemorating the war veterans of the Northrend war and the raising of a war memorial in the Cathedral of Light next week."
"I hear it will be a great feast afterwards."
"Indeed, Thomas. The king has requisitioned the finest ale from Ironforge."
"Yup. It's a shame I'm on duty that day. It is a terrible thing to miss out on."
"But when you're a Royal Guardsman, you can hardly complain, can you?"
"A man can never have enough."
"True words!"
"And... " The first guard suddenly paused, looking back at Rae'liel and her escort as if he had almost forgotten about them.
"Oh yes, we have a lot of Inns in Stormwind. You look like a knight, and the Golden Goose in the Cathedral District is a favorite among politicians, nobles and fellow knights. You could spend your time there when you wait."
Appearing at the end of the corridor was another White Hand chevalier. But this one made no attempt to call for aid or signal their position. Wearing his mask as most of his comrades and their hallmark white cloaks, the only peculiar thing about him was his chestplate which had a deep bulk protruding back into his stomach area as if someone had launched an axe into his plate. But it did not seem to bother the man in the slightest.
In his mailed fist, he held tightly a longsword at the ready. The chevalier's attention had immediately fallen on Kathlin who was before him, and a small gust of wind sounded from his helmet. Although it sounded less as breathing, and more as simply a breeze traveling through a hollow tree that emanated from his mask. Gazing at Kathlin with the blackened and empty visors of his mask, the chevalier moved both his gauntlets around the hilt of his sword as he raised it up into the air.
In complete silence, he moved one boot in front of the other as he walked out of the doorway to meet Kathlin; bearing his sword against the girl!
At the gate of the castle, the two guards were standing watch outside the heavy wooden and metal fortified doors to the royal keep. Their armor was polished to the point it gleamed in the little light there was beneath the grey sky, reflecting its clouds. They each wore deep blue, royal cloaks typical of the soldiers tasked to guard the king's keep, and each of them held a tall halberd where the axe blade rested high above their helmets.
When they were approached by the group of Blood Elves lead by Rae'liel, the guards passed a look between each other, before giving the elves a long stare.
"Do you have an official audience with the king?" He asked in a nasal voice, seemingly looking rather bored where he stood; casually leaning on his halberd.
"I'm afraid we can't let you enter without a royal contact." The other guard said, looking over the elves.
"Yup. No scheduled audience, no visit to the king."
"We can however put you on the royal wait-list, if you would like that, m'lady."
"Indeed. There are only about 234 visitors before you if you sign up today."
"Absolutely. The king should be able to receive you within the next three months."
"Aye. If you absolutely need to see his majesty right away, he will be attending a sermon commemorating the war veterans of the Northrend war and the raising of a war memorial in the Cathedral of Light next week."
"I hear it will be a great feast afterwards."
"Indeed, Thomas. The king has requisitioned the finest ale from Ironforge."
"Yup. It's a shame I'm on duty that day. It is a terrible thing to miss out on."
"But when you're a Royal Guardsman, you can hardly complain, can you?"
"A man can never have enough."
"True words!"
"And... " The first guard suddenly paused, looking back at Rae'liel and her escort as if he had almost forgotten about them.
"Oh yes, we have a lot of Inns in Stormwind. You look like a knight, and the Golden Goose in the Cathedral District is a favorite among politicians, nobles and fellow knights. You could spend your time there when you wait."
Well, it was Liaena who sent her on the suicide mission. If only she knew what she had sent her into... :P
Finished my last post with Kathlin's little investigation in Lord Alfidious' mansion.
What's a good story without its own little twists? ;)
What's a good story without its own little twists? ;)
As Kathlin finished talking, a silence had fallen over the room around her.
Adolph bent his head slightly forward, seemingly in close contemplation of what to do next. Lady Rosamery, who had been listening to all of the girl's talk, turned her head to look towards Captain Adolph.
"I guess those are your motives then?" The Lady inquired, and Adolph raised his head again.
"Some of them.. " He mutely replied to the Lady's question, the Captain's eyes narrowing on Kathlin. But the silence was soon broken as two of the men in the background suddenly turned towards one of the trunks in the office, seemingly having heard something. Quickly moving around it, one of the men pulled the lid off to reveal Ragnar lying in it.
"Crap!" Ragnar emitted, moving both hands around his hammer. But one of the chevaliers had already violently kicked the trunk from the side, causing it to tilt over and the dwarf fell out across the floor. Before he could recover, Ragnar found himself grabbed from either direction by the two White Hand mercenaries, his arms locked as he was subdued!
"And there is her accomplice." Adolph muttered quietly as he looked at Ragnar. Lady Rosamery's gaze shifted between Kathlin and Ragnar. The old woman's expression seemed to be more than of disappointment when she first saw Ragnar.
"I should have known you would be too stubborn to leave on anything other than your own accord, Ragnar." Lady Rosemary stated, as the dwarf looked back up at her.
"Lady, these mongrels are tryin' tha hide evidence as tha why Lord Alfidious was killed! They may have direct involvements in his death, rest his soul!"
"I know... " Rosemary stated, her voice becoming lower as she gazed away.
"That is because it was I who ordered his death."
"WHAT?"
Lady Rosemary didn't look back at Ragnar. Instead, the Lady's gaze turned straight back to Adolph. The Captain straightened his back when he received the attention of the lady, standing ready.
"Your lady?"
"Remove them. I will continue to honor our arrangement. Just do it quietly."
"Understood, milady." Adolph replied, nodding with his head. Without throwing another gaze at neither Kathlin nor Ragnar, Lady Rosemary turned around to walk out of the room; the White Hand members in the doorway backing away to either side to give room to Rosemary as she left the study.
"What... ye did WHAT?" Ragnar called out, but received no answer from Rosemary. Instead, Adolph turned his attention back to the dwarf, and the two chevaliers holding him. Without saying a word, he made eye contact with the chevaliers, who quietly nodded in return.
Suspecting what might happen next, Ragnar began to try and pull and tear himself violently out of the grips of the chevaliers!
"Ye filthy cunts!" The dwarf called out, as he successfully managed to tear himself free from the chevalier on his right. But the chevalier immediately responeded by grabbing the dwarf by the back of his cloak. Gaining a grip in Ragnar's hair, the man used it to pull the dwarf's head back. In the meantime, the other chevalier reached down to his belt, to unseath a dagger from its sheath by his waist. Ragnar continued to resist, grunting and swearing as he tried to move away, but was unable to defend himself when the second chevalier suddenly sent his dagger up against the dwarf's exposed throat behind his beard!
As the dagger pierced his flesh, the chevalier adjusted the angle of the dagger slightly to the side; before he continued to cut deeply along the dwarf's throat. Ragnar had completely frozen up, having raised a hand up in the air, but seemingly unable to perform any kind of action under the terrible and unreal sensation.
Finally having cut a sizeable gap across the dwarf's throat, the second chevalier retrieved his blood drenched dagger, while the first one released his grip from Ragnar as he stepped back behind the dwarf.
Released, Ragnar stepped forward, reaching with his hands up to the gaping wound as his throat. Blood was gushing freely from his throat, covering the front of his chestplate with a stream of red. The dwarf moved his mouth around, as though he tried to speak, but no words escaped him; short of the painful gurgling that presided his fall into the ground. The dwarf writhed around for a moment, before becoming limp upon the floor; a pool of blood forming around him.
"Curiosity killed the cat, you should have known better than to dig in matters above you." Adolph spoke, the Captain turning a grim expression to Kathlin who was being restrained by two chevaliers.
"I do not usually kill little girls, so I will leave your judgement to someone greater than me."
Turning his attention to the chevaliers, Adolph motioned for them to take her out of the room.
"Restrain her, and take her to Honor's Watch. I will send a message to the Grand Master directly."
Adolph bent his head slightly forward, seemingly in close contemplation of what to do next. Lady Rosamery, who had been listening to all of the girl's talk, turned her head to look towards Captain Adolph.
"I guess those are your motives then?" The Lady inquired, and Adolph raised his head again.
"Some of them.. " He mutely replied to the Lady's question, the Captain's eyes narrowing on Kathlin. But the silence was soon broken as two of the men in the background suddenly turned towards one of the trunks in the office, seemingly having heard something. Quickly moving around it, one of the men pulled the lid off to reveal Ragnar lying in it.
"Crap!" Ragnar emitted, moving both hands around his hammer. But one of the chevaliers had already violently kicked the trunk from the side, causing it to tilt over and the dwarf fell out across the floor. Before he could recover, Ragnar found himself grabbed from either direction by the two White Hand mercenaries, his arms locked as he was subdued!
"And there is her accomplice." Adolph muttered quietly as he looked at Ragnar. Lady Rosamery's gaze shifted between Kathlin and Ragnar. The old woman's expression seemed to be more than of disappointment when she first saw Ragnar.
"I should have known you would be too stubborn to leave on anything other than your own accord, Ragnar." Lady Rosemary stated, as the dwarf looked back up at her.
"Lady, these mongrels are tryin' tha hide evidence as tha why Lord Alfidious was killed! They may have direct involvements in his death, rest his soul!"
"I know... " Rosemary stated, her voice becoming lower as she gazed away.
"That is because it was I who ordered his death."
"WHAT?"
Lady Rosemary didn't look back at Ragnar. Instead, the Lady's gaze turned straight back to Adolph. The Captain straightened his back when he received the attention of the lady, standing ready.
"Your lady?"
"Remove them. I will continue to honor our arrangement. Just do it quietly."
"Understood, milady." Adolph replied, nodding with his head. Without throwing another gaze at neither Kathlin nor Ragnar, Lady Rosemary turned around to walk out of the room; the White Hand members in the doorway backing away to either side to give room to Rosemary as she left the study.
"What... ye did WHAT?" Ragnar called out, but received no answer from Rosemary. Instead, Adolph turned his attention back to the dwarf, and the two chevaliers holding him. Without saying a word, he made eye contact with the chevaliers, who quietly nodded in return.
Suspecting what might happen next, Ragnar began to try and pull and tear himself violently out of the grips of the chevaliers!
"Ye filthy cunts!" The dwarf called out, as he successfully managed to tear himself free from the chevalier on his right. But the chevalier immediately responeded by grabbing the dwarf by the back of his cloak. Gaining a grip in Ragnar's hair, the man used it to pull the dwarf's head back. In the meantime, the other chevalier reached down to his belt, to unseath a dagger from its sheath by his waist. Ragnar continued to resist, grunting and swearing as he tried to move away, but was unable to defend himself when the second chevalier suddenly sent his dagger up against the dwarf's exposed throat behind his beard!
As the dagger pierced his flesh, the chevalier adjusted the angle of the dagger slightly to the side; before he continued to cut deeply along the dwarf's throat. Ragnar had completely frozen up, having raised a hand up in the air, but seemingly unable to perform any kind of action under the terrible and unreal sensation.
Finally having cut a sizeable gap across the dwarf's throat, the second chevalier retrieved his blood drenched dagger, while the first one released his grip from Ragnar as he stepped back behind the dwarf.
Released, Ragnar stepped forward, reaching with his hands up to the gaping wound as his throat. Blood was gushing freely from his throat, covering the front of his chestplate with a stream of red. The dwarf moved his mouth around, as though he tried to speak, but no words escaped him; short of the painful gurgling that presided his fall into the ground. The dwarf writhed around for a moment, before becoming limp upon the floor; a pool of blood forming around him.
"Curiosity killed the cat, you should have known better than to dig in matters above you." Adolph spoke, the Captain turning a grim expression to Kathlin who was being restrained by two chevaliers.
"I do not usually kill little girls, so I will leave your judgement to someone greater than me."
Turning his attention to the chevaliers, Adolph motioned for them to take her out of the room.
"Restrain her, and take her to Honor's Watch. I will send a message to the Grand Master directly."
If you have any questions, want some inputs or suggestions on your CS, or in general just want to discuss and get more familiar with the RP, feel free to just PM me with any question that you might have.
Hello, Wraithblade.
It's certainly a possibility, and we wouldn't mind another player. With Feisty's sudden absence, it might also be ideal.
Bear in mind though, this RP has its fair share of crazies, and your character may end up horribly mutilated and disfigured in every terrible, even embarrassing ways. That is not to say that survival isn't possible, however :)
The theme of this RP I'd say is 20% awkwardness, 50% comedy, 20% action, and 10% drama.
It's certainly a possibility, and we wouldn't mind another player. With Feisty's sudden absence, it might also be ideal.
Bear in mind though, this RP has its fair share of crazies, and your character may end up horribly mutilated and disfigured in every terrible, even embarrassing ways. That is not to say that survival isn't possible, however :)
The theme of this RP I'd say is 20% awkwardness, 50% comedy, 20% action, and 10% drama.
And in this post, Lady Rosemary complains about the quality of her guards.
Her standards and expectations might appear to be a little higher than that of Sharon.
Her standards and expectations might appear to be a little higher than that of Sharon.
The sound of the steel soles of the White Hand chevaliers could be heard by Kathlin and Ragnar as they tread carefully into the room. With swords and pistols at the ready, three chevaliers had entered the door and looked around in the room through their metal masks. They immediately spotted their two unconscious comrades, one lying unceremoniously in a lump on the floor and the other one stuck behind a table.
"The room's clear. Send a physician." One of the Chevaliers called back out into the hall.
Upon hearing the news, Adolph's brows narrowed as he gazed towards the open door to the chamber, and then around in the great hall.
"Where did they go? They were inside there a second ago!" He muttered angrily, before turning to the battle mage next to him.
"Did they teleport. Are they invisible?"
"If they had tried to teleport, I would have known about it, but... " The battlemage responded, but gained a slightly thoughtful expression at the second possibility, of Kathlin and Ragnar having become invisible. Raising his staff into the air, the battlemage muttered on a quiet spell, and soon large swathes of the great hall around the entrance was showered in blue magical particles that rained down from above.
" ... no, there's no shrouding spells active in this room or the study."
"What the hell is this... " Adolph grunted angrily, before walking towards the doors himself. Entering the study, he was passed by the White Hand field medic whom rushed past him to check on the two unconscious chevaliers in the study.
With his hands folded behind his back, Adolph gazed around in the study chamber, searching for clues as to where the Kathlin and Ragnar had gone. Six more chevaliers had followed in behind him, stood ready to await his command.
"Search the room. Turn it upside down if you have to. And have group Sapphire, Crystal and Emerald set up parameters around the house. No one gets in or out without my blessing."
"Understood, Captain." The Sergeant behind him answered, rushing back out into the main hall. The five other chevaliers, including the first three who had entered the room, spread out to either side as they began to search through parchments, behind shelves and try to pick open locked chests. Four of them walked into the smaller living room, and two of them seemed to have their eyes on the wardrobe containing Kathlin.
"Light's mercy, what is this commotion all about?" Suddenly sounded the chirp voice of Lady Rosemary, whom had just appeared in the study door. Behind her and at her side stood Murphy, the servant silently watching Adolph and his men.
"Nothing you should be concerned about, my Lady." Adolph replied, returning to gaze back at the Lady.
"It is part of the security protocols."
"Is discharging firearms inside the very house protocol by your standards?!" Rosemary angrily inquired, as the lady raised her hand to point at a picture of herself leaning against the wall amidst a pile of books and scrolls in the corner. The picture in question was the one that the chevalier who missed Ragnar earlier had hit by accident, where there was a bullet hole going neatly through the temple of Rosemary in the painting.
Looking away for a moment, Adolph returned to look back at the aggravated Rosemary.
"An isolated incident, we will pay for the damage. There will be no more commotion in the future, that I promise you."
"I don't care about the painting, it was ugly anyway! What I care about is the behavior of my guards! I was promised Professionals, not a band of bumbling moronic peasants! Am I to hire another group just for public appearances, that WON'T randomly fire their weapons willy nilly?!"
"The room's clear. Send a physician." One of the Chevaliers called back out into the hall.
Upon hearing the news, Adolph's brows narrowed as he gazed towards the open door to the chamber, and then around in the great hall.
"Where did they go? They were inside there a second ago!" He muttered angrily, before turning to the battle mage next to him.
"Did they teleport. Are they invisible?"
"If they had tried to teleport, I would have known about it, but... " The battlemage responded, but gained a slightly thoughtful expression at the second possibility, of Kathlin and Ragnar having become invisible. Raising his staff into the air, the battlemage muttered on a quiet spell, and soon large swathes of the great hall around the entrance was showered in blue magical particles that rained down from above.
" ... no, there's no shrouding spells active in this room or the study."
"What the hell is this... " Adolph grunted angrily, before walking towards the doors himself. Entering the study, he was passed by the White Hand field medic whom rushed past him to check on the two unconscious chevaliers in the study.
With his hands folded behind his back, Adolph gazed around in the study chamber, searching for clues as to where the Kathlin and Ragnar had gone. Six more chevaliers had followed in behind him, stood ready to await his command.
"Search the room. Turn it upside down if you have to. And have group Sapphire, Crystal and Emerald set up parameters around the house. No one gets in or out without my blessing."
"Understood, Captain." The Sergeant behind him answered, rushing back out into the main hall. The five other chevaliers, including the first three who had entered the room, spread out to either side as they began to search through parchments, behind shelves and try to pick open locked chests. Four of them walked into the smaller living room, and two of them seemed to have their eyes on the wardrobe containing Kathlin.
"Light's mercy, what is this commotion all about?" Suddenly sounded the chirp voice of Lady Rosemary, whom had just appeared in the study door. Behind her and at her side stood Murphy, the servant silently watching Adolph and his men.
"Nothing you should be concerned about, my Lady." Adolph replied, returning to gaze back at the Lady.
"It is part of the security protocols."
"Is discharging firearms inside the very house protocol by your standards?!" Rosemary angrily inquired, as the lady raised her hand to point at a picture of herself leaning against the wall amidst a pile of books and scrolls in the corner. The picture in question was the one that the chevalier who missed Ragnar earlier had hit by accident, where there was a bullet hole going neatly through the temple of Rosemary in the painting.
Looking away for a moment, Adolph returned to look back at the aggravated Rosemary.
"An isolated incident, we will pay for the damage. There will be no more commotion in the future, that I promise you."
"I don't care about the painting, it was ugly anyway! What I care about is the behavior of my guards! I was promised Professionals, not a band of bumbling moronic peasants! Am I to hire another group just for public appearances, that WON'T randomly fire their weapons willy nilly?!"
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