Endurance Onslaught 6.0
Ebon Tower

"Was only making a point, My death sets into motion circumstances which none of you could fathom. His death is meaningless. I picked him for being and arrogant ass, could have just as well been you, you are a noble it would have fit, but that is the only common factor. You sir are not and arrogant ass. And I do apologize for this."

She kicks him in the groin from the ground and stands up sprinting for a window.
<Vox> meh, you never end up anywhere in computer
<Vox> you are just where ever you are
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<avwave> its always fun to eat a polymorph ring
<avwave> unless you morph into a basilisk in a room full of mirrors
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<Vox> I just imagine a guy in a lab coat and fluffy gloves holding a snowflake being stared down by the university research managers
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Bryce falls, disabled and paining in the groin.

As Naudia sprints to a window, a guard runs to intercept her. The guard sweeps with the broadside his sword, causing Naudia to fall on her stomach. Another guard arrives, only to end Naudia's life with a flurried strike.

Bryce makes it to his feet, and staggers over to the scene.
"Is the only thing you guards know to do is kill!?"
He shouts to the guard he witnessed kill Naudia.

The room is clear of noble guests, and only politicians remain.
"You. Fetch the king."
He says to another guard.
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In the commotion following the death of the assassin a young boy exits the room unnoticed and leaves the tower running to a stable on the outskirts of town.

After a few moments of speaking hurriedly to a man he leaves.

The man departs immediately having grave news to deliver.
<Vox> meh, you never end up anywhere in computer
<Vox> you are just where ever you are
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<avwave> its always fun to eat a polymorph ring
<avwave> unless you morph into a basilisk in a room full of mirrors
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<Vox> I just imagine a guy in a lab coat and fluffy gloves holding a snowflake being stared down by the university research managers
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Atticus enters the room, slender sword in hand, scanning the area. His gaze sets upon Bryce.

"What is this?"
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"The entertainment turned out to be an assassin."
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"I see. Have the body examined. I want to know who did this and why. The party is obviously over. I stress caution on the road home. I think I'll go have a word with the head of security here."

Atticus walks away, sword sliding into it's sheath.
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"You heard him"
He directs the guards.

Bryce then takes his hat and coat.
"Stay in town, gentlemen."
He leaves for a nearby inn, where he has a room rented.
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A cryptic document ordering for an assassination is found on the assassin's body....

By the waters, the waters, of Babylon... we sat down and wept... and wept...
signed by Cacus Caryotte, the head of the Caryotte house.
Last edited by Ray; Apr 1, 2012 at 11:42 AM.
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Bryce walks into the hall once again and takes his seat.
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Only Atticus enters, this time with Custos Lux, his personal bodyguard. Custos looks prepared to do anything, relaxed, but poised. His dark green eyes shift constantly, but always return to Bryce, and don't linger away for long. He wears a suit of plate, minus the helmet, showing his tightly cropped black hair and hard face. His hand rests perpetually on the hilt of Messor, the famed longsword of the king's personal bodyguard.

Atticus seats himself at the table.

"Hello, Bryce. Was your night peaceful?"
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