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Post by Morrigan Reid on Jan 14, 2017 14:55:31 GMT -6
“She'll recover. How long it takes is up to her own strength.” Luna allowed the Nether to attack on spiritual level. One's very essence was tested against it's might, and most are found wanting. It seemed Dalia was not different in that regard. As for the...maiming, that had occurred to the man Donovan had fought, well, it was hard to look at. It also made a strong case for Donovan's argument as well. The man, bandit or no, would not have needed to be so thoroughly dismembered had his body not been enhanced through the magic of Luce.
Morrigan wanted to say it was his decision. His CHOICE, to fight until the bitter end. Unfortunately, Luce did a number on the mind more than the body. It heightened one's desire to fight. The choice may have been his, but he was unfairly influenced in the making of that choice. That much Morrigan could not deny.
Between Lillianne and this...Morrigan found it difficult to feel 'good' about being a magus. Even Soul magic could be used for evil. However...so could a sword. Hmm...for the time being she looked away as the mercenaries began to load up the captured bandits. Dalia still seemed out of commission, and her magical reserves were not doubt low and crippled.
It seemed Donovan was insistent on Morrigan getting paid, as well. She never felt that SHE ought to profit from violence. The Convent...that was different. And there was her motivation. Morrigan didn't have to use the money for herself. If she planned to bring the Convent into the world, then gold and money would be absolutely required. Trade would be more mandatory than ever before.
“Mhm, very well. I fully accept this mission, and any payment I receive for it, as well. If nothing else I can send it back home.” It was hard for Morrigan to be completely at ease. She had been trained well. A mission was a mission. Smiles and fun could come once it had been completed. So she followed the group.
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Post by Donovan on Jan 14, 2017 18:48:59 GMT -6
The small group arrived at Dove’s Run without any further sum. It turned out the bounty on the bandit trio was surprisingly substantial and the Silver Tongue was very happy to have the extra weight of gold in his satchel. They arrived at the market place fairly early in the day. It was a bustling center in the town, store fronts lined the walls and stands were set up in three rows of rings leading to the center where the enormous central bank of the town resided.
Donovan and Doogan had removed their usual armor. Don wearing a brown leather jacket lined with lamb’s wool to insulate against the winter cold, Doogan wore some chainmail under his shirt and cloak, but was otherwise looked quite the role of the civilian. Brandon, meanwhile, had been sent to tend to the horses and maintain a discrete distance from the rest of them.
Donovan lead Doogan and Morrigan into a storefront that was serving meat pies, and ordered them all some food before sitting down. “Now this is going to be tricky. They failed to assassinate him once, but they did kill 3 of Kemper’s men - that’s the client, Morrigan. My… friend told me that they’ve already hired another assassin, but couldn’t find out if there was only one of them or more. Either way, they’re bound to be stronger than the last man sent.”
Doogan shook his head and laughed. “I don’t understand why you insist we don’t kill them. I mean, it’s not like you haven’t killed before.”
“If we kill the assassin, there’s nothing to trace back to the guy who hired him. And stopping Kemper’s - I don’t know, nemesis? — Is the only way to make sure that some other dumbass doesn’t take the job.”
“Well, why don’t we just kill the guy hiring the Knives?”
“Because Kemper wants this done by the books. And we don’t just wantonly murder people, Doogan. Even if they’re rich asshats who have to hire hit men to do their dirty work. We need Kemper’s merchandise. He owns a silver mine and works directly with a group of smiths. If we do this job, he could outfit our whole company with silver weapons.” Doogan nodded along, conceding the clear benefit of a guild that mostly does monster hunting having enough silver weapons to go around.
“The trick is going to be luring this guy - or guys - out. We’ll have to keep a close eye on Kemper, but we need to decide what kind of terrain to do this in. We can either stay near him all day and let his usual guard deter his assailants until dark, or we can try and do this now. Put on a bit of a show. Make him volunteer. Isolate him so that an assassin has a clear vantage point to make a move.
“The problem is that we either do this in a crowd during the day, or we wait until night. But he’ll need to be the bait, no matter how we do this.” Donovan looked over to Morrigan, realizing he dragged her into a bit of a mess, all things considered. “Which do you prefer, Morrigan? It’ll be more difficult to know who in the crowd might be an assassin, but we’d blend in better there, as well. At night we wouldn’t have to deal with any collateral risks, but without a crowd to help us blend in, they might see us coming and not take the bait at all.”
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Post by Morrigan Reid on Jan 14, 2017 20:01:14 GMT -6
Morrigan had listened intently to the mercenaries as they talked. It was mostly Donovan, given he was the apparent leader of the troop, but she listened all the same of course. Client's name was Kemper, a man who had already survived an attempted assassination before. Donovan seemed to believe that the employer of the assassins would simply hire another should the group succeed in killing the assassin. Morrigan was inclined to agree. If he had sent two already, who was to say a third would not be hired? Where did it end?
It was...the smartest course of action. Cut off the head of the snake, in a sense, and prevent other needless death. At least over whatever matter had sparked this. Kemper must have really angered the assassins' employer to deserve this sort of...dedication? Obsession was almost closer to the truth.
Donovan let slip some motivation as well. Kemper owned a silver mine. Based on what she had been told by Mila, and what she had read, Silver weapons were particularly effective against those monsters. The undead and such. Did the mercenary group plan on hunting down monsters? Or did they just want to outfit themselves so that they stood a chance against the dark creatures.
But then, for reasons Morrigan would never know, Donovan turned to her for strategy advice, which had the sorceress blinking in utter confusion. The plan was to use Kemper as bait, a risky move as it was, but whether to have him head out during the day or at night. To Morrigan it seemed a bit...obvious. Assassinations typically occured at night, right? It was easier. Less people around, less light as well. Guards and targets were often tired.
There was also the issue that the group did not yet KNOW this assassin was ready to make their move.
Hmm...
“I would argue for night.” Morrigan started as she sat up straight. The ordeal sounded a fair bit more complex than she had imagined, but she was no fool. “There may be a crowd during the day, and we could blend in, but we could blend in with shadows as well. Stay out of sight so they only see Kemper with the usual guard. Kemper would appear to me far more vulnerable than with crowds of people and plenty of light, so if the assassin is ready to make their movie, they would likely do so then.”
"Given the goal is to capture rather than kill, I believe it would be easier to accomplish at night as well. We may not even have to deal with the local guard or authorities." Morrigan knew they could be a hindrance to mercenary work at times. It only made sense. Their job was to protect the city or village they were assigned to. If Mercenaries lured marks into their towns, it obviously conflicted with the interest of the guards.
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Post by Donovan on Jan 14, 2017 22:00:39 GMT -6
“Thank Elmine, the girl’s not an idiot.” Doogan took a swig of his drink and stood to grab the pies coming out of the kitchen. “Excellent. You know something about strategy.” Donovan smiled and laughed a little. “A little habit I developed when I started recruiting. Just because some’s good at fighting doesn’t mean they know how to play well with others. Nearly got killed by someone who didn’t have any basic tactical understanding.” Donovan happily took his shepard’s pie from Doogan, who offered Morrigan her own before sitting down to eat his chicken pot pie as if he had 5 minutes before his imminent demise.
“With that in mind, here’s what I suggest. Buildings in this town are rather short, easy enough for us to get on and move across. Easier still for an assassin I’d wager. We’ll have Kemper go from his home to his office. Plenty of time for an assassin to strike. He’ll travel with his two man guard. Small enough to make it too ripe an opportunity, but not so small as to arouse too much suspicion of a trap.”
The mercenary paused to take a bite of his pie and let him mind run rampant. “You wouldn’t happen to know any anima magics? If you and I each take the rooftops opposite each other, we should be able to see any attacks against our man before they get too close. Then we can signal each other of the trouble. A bolt of lightning would probably be less conspicuous than a sudden burst of fire, and certainly easier to see than a ball of nether.
“Regardless. I’ll tell Brandon to inform Kemper of what he needs to do tonight.” Donovan didn’t want to be seen with the Merchant. Not knowing what the assassin looks like meant that there wasn’t any way to be sure that contacting his client directly wouldn’t tip off their services.
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Post by Morrigan Reid on Jan 14, 2017 23:18:00 GMT -6
Oh. The question had been a test? Morrigan blushed a bit and looked down at the table. Here she had...briefly questioned Donovan's intelligence. The argument for setting the bait in broad daylight had been rather silly, and she was glad that she had taken the suggestion seriously regardless. She didn't MEAN to insult the man, but she had felt that one was rather obvious, even if Donovan tried to push for the daytime answer.
Donovan delved deeper into the plan as their food and drink arrived. Doogan handed Morrigan hers, and she gave a polite “Thank you” along with a warm smile as she took the hot plate and carefully set it down before her. While he ate rather...ravenously, Morrigan ate in a far more...polite? Restrained manner. She was hungry, yes, but wolfing the food down would do little but upset her stomach.
Her attention was fixed on Donovan as he continued to speak. His plan seemed to be to scout from the rooftops and keep watch for the assassin. Apparently it would be her and Donovan on the rooftops, with Kemper's guard down on the ground, presumably with their charge. Morrigan made a not to ask what Doogan would be doing, when Donovan finished.
First, however, she had to address the matter of Anima magic. She still was not comfortable with advanced magic, and even then she only knew Thoron...so she refused to use it. As dangerous as Elder magic could be, Anima was particularly destructive if one was not in complete control. It wouldn't even do as a last resort. “When it comes to Anima I can handle the basics, certainly well enough to use electric magic for a signal.”
Morrigan took another bite of her pie. It was good, better than she had expected, and so she let the meat practically melt in her mouth before she swallowed and continued. “I'm fine with this plan, but what will Doogan be doing? You mentioned you and I would be on the rooftops.” Morrigan was just curious because, if Doogan was to take part in the mission, she wanted to know which role. Knowing all aspects of the plan was key to its success.
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Post by Donovan on Jan 15, 2017 15:34:31 GMT -6
Morrigan paid close attention to Donovan’s plan. He appreciated an attentive audience, as any performer did. “While we are scouting ahead on the roof, Doogan’s going to be tailing Kemper.”
“I’ve got some experience with with this sort of thing. I’m good enough at being discrete.” Doogan finished his pie with a sour look on his face and then looked up to the cook behind the counter and shouted “OIY! CAN I GET ANOTHER CHICKEN PIE? Please and thank you!”
“See, master of discretion. He’s also significantly faster than he looks when he wants to be.” Donovan dabbed the side of his mouth with a handkerchief.
“When you’re leading a squadron, you learn how to get to your men quickly. Gotta be fast if you want to save lives.”
“And when you got into thieving, you got twice faster still. Funny how that works.” Donovan laughed and then realized that Morrigan might not like knowing that Doogan was an ex-con. “When we see the enemy, you give the signal. Doogan will at Kemper’s side in a wink. And then you and I will provide support from above. It… might be best that you stay on the roofs even once I’ve jumped down to help.”
“Assassins tend to be a pain in the ass in close quarters. A mage like yousself might be too easy a target up close and personal like. Besides, up high you got an advantage with your range. Better to not give that up.” Doogan burped loudly before drowning himself in his cider. The man was crass to a fault and sometimes downright disgusting, but he was certainly smarter than most gave him credit for.
“Meanwhile, Brandon will be in the area as well, waiting for the signal. Once you fire it off, he’ll go get the sheriff, I’ll compel whoever we capture to tell lawman who hired them, and we save a very rich man’s life to reap all the rewards afforded thereby. Besides, Kemper’s a good man. He doesn’t deserve the business end of a knife for not being the shadiest crook in Ryerde.”
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Post by Morrigan Reid on Jan 15, 2017 23:04:34 GMT -6
Ah, so Doogan was going to be on the ground. Given how boisterous Doogan seemed to be, Morrigan had a bit of a difficult time imagining him acting at all covert. Sneaking along the ground, tailing after their charge. Though Donovan seemed to mention Doogan had a history of thievery? Hmm...well he was a mercenary now, and Morrigan didn't know the whole story whatsoever. She could hardly judge the man beyond what she saw of him so far, and what she did see was that of a kind man. Perhaps a bit loud, but kind.
The two seemed to believe Morrigan was best suited to act in a supportive role. She could give the signal if the assassin was spotted, to alert Donovan and/or Doogan. Morrigan also liked the idea of keeping her distance from the asssassin. Morrigan didn't mind getting within striking range of a mage, but she was likely no match for anyone trained in any sort of martial arts. Be it simple hand-to-hand or a weapon.
Evidently Donovan had no intention of keeping the local law enforcement OUT of the loop. That did ease some tension off of Morrigan's chest. She wasn't entirely fond of the prospect toeing the legal line. Filled with a bit of extra confidence now, Morrigan nodded her head to acknowledge she had listened and understood all that was said. She now knew the roles everyone was to play, and felt a bit of determination to truly get the job done right.
“Understood. I think it sounds like a wonderful plan.” Morrigan stated with a small smile. She was only about half-way through her chicken pie, but now that everything had been laid out for her, the sorceress' appetite seemed to grow in turn. Between swallows and bites she continued to speak.
“So will it be tonight, then? Or the next?”
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Post by Donovan on Jan 16, 2017 14:26:30 GMT -6
The mercenary pondered the question, as both had their benefits. But ultimately, the cons of one outweighed its pros. “We should do this tonight. If anyone noticed us entering town today, they’d think we were just here to spend a night and collect the bounty on those bandits. But if we stay too long, they might get suspicious of us loitering. Besides, I don’t want to risk an assassin getting impatient and breaking into Kemper’s home. His family shouldn’t be anywhere near this when it goes down, just in case something goes wrong. We don’t want any collateral damage if we can avoid it.”
Donovan drank the last of the pitch dark stout in his mug and stood, stretching - catlike - as he did. “I’m going to go ahead and take a walk. See what sort of terrain we’re dealing with tonight during our little excursion. Doogan, if you could relay what we’ve discussed to Brandon? Why don’t we all meet up at the Golden Duckling, it’s right near the front gate to town. Morrigan, I’ll see you there. Thanks for coming along.” Donovan smiled as he left. Morrigan was a very nice woman, and had proven herself to be quite helpful in a fight.
He walked about the town in an idle way, looking over the storefronts and checking his reflection in windows. He had some experience shaking a tale, with his time helping his mother move Etruria refugees across Lycia. But it never hurt to be a little extra careful when you had the time to do so. So when he eventually made his way to the where Kemper’s house was supposed to be and began to follow the route to the man’s offices, he was confident he hadn’t been followed.
As he walked the streets and alley’s he took stock of the surrounding buildings. Dove’s Run was a well structured town, but it was small. The buildings were never more than 2 or so stories high and were tightly packed together in the business district. It would be fairly easy for Morrigan and he to move from rooftop to rooftop without being slowed too greatly. He was feeling more confident in their plan with each step.
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Post by Morrigan Reid on Jan 16, 2017 17:40:03 GMT -6
Ah. So the plan was to be carried out that night, then. She wasn't sure how suspicious such a small group like theirs could seem, but she did understand the fear of the unknown. They weren't even positive the assassin was in the town, let alone how long they would wait until they struck. Granted if they were the impatient type, they would probably make for a bad assassin. A strange thought to have but...
Morrigan was all for minimizing collateral damage all the same.
“Tonight it is, then.” She said with a firm nod. All right. This mission was...quite different than any of the ones she had completed in the past. Those had been far more simplistic. Still, she felt good after polishing off that hot chicken pie. She set her utensils down and carefully pat her lips with the handkerchief provided. Donovan had finished as well, and he stated that he was going to scout out the town. That was probably wise, and Morrigan considered doing the same, though the last thing she wanted was to get lost. “Very well. I'll see the both of you tonight then. Oh, and thank you again for the meal!”
However she had at least been given directions to their meeting place. An establishment, she wasn't sure what kind, that was called the “Golden Duckling”. A cute name, she had to admit. Near the front gate to town, so likely right by where they had entered Dove's Run. After the two men had left Morrigan stepped out into town as well.
She glanced around, watching the hustle and bustle begin to die down as the day steadily approached a close. With...little else to really do, she made her way towards the town gates. The scar on her leg did not ache anymore, and neither was it numb. It was good to know that injury wouldn't hinder her much, if at all, in the mission to come.
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Post by Donovan on Jan 17, 2017 0:53:44 GMT -6
The Golden Duckling. The grimiest bar in the world. Donovan didn’t think that anyone had sat down on one of their stools and left without some sort of venereal disease. So when he made his way into the bar he made a careful point to quickly grab a drink and a corner of wall to lean against. In a place like the Golden Duckling, the best thing to do was stay quiet and look just intimidating enough to not draw attention.
He didn’t have to wait too long for Doogan to show up. The Halberdier looked right at home in the seedy bar. Nearly starting a fight when a particularly brutish looking drunk bumped into him. “For f***’s sake, Doogan, get over here.” Doogan gave the drunk a once over before joining his boss.
“Any sign of the Witch?” Doogan groused.
“You need to get over your magic thing, mate. You can’t keep calling mages witches behind their backs.” The Silver Tongue didn’t know much about Elder Magic, but he had a fairly good understanding of anima magic. Lycians had become too afraid of magic after the destruction of Ostia. Of course, reanimated corpses didn’t exactly help with the whole fear of magic thing. “I mean, why’re you so fine with Frag?”
Doogan shrugged, “Well, that sword’s saved my life. It’s one of the good ones.”
Donovan couldn’t help but roll his eyes at the sheer idiocy. “Sure thing, Doog.” It wouldn’t be long now. They’d probably need to leave once Morrigan arrived.
And then he looked over and saw her across the bar, evidently having been there the entire time. "Wow. Alright. We're blind. Let's get this started."
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Post by Morrigan Reid on Jan 17, 2017 22:44:34 GMT -6
Morrigan took it back. There was NOTHING cute about the Golden Duckling. Unfortunately she couldn't think of anywhere else she ought to go. If she explored the town she risked winding up lost, and she didn't want to miss the deadline for this assignment. There was also the matter of her nerves. Dueling with another magus was not that nerve-wracking, Morrigan had done so frequently for most of her life.
Not once, though, had she ever had to personally stop and arrest an assassin. She dared not order a drink while she waited at the tavern. Not because she was concerned about the undoubtedly questionable hygiene and cleanliness of the establishment, but because she dared not risk cloud her mind with alcohol, even if it would...potentially ease some of her nerves. Not that she was one to drink as it were, but the temptation and thought were there all the same.
As time went by Morrigan hadn't been paying proper attention when her current comrades had entered the...unsavory establishment. It wasn't until she managed to catch the term “Witch” over the otherwise harsh and crass language that fouled the air around her. Thanks to previous experience, Morrigan immediately assumed that -she- was the “witch” in question, and set her gaze about the tavern. The voice had sounded somewhat familiar as well...
And it had been Doogan. The ex-thief. Calling her a witch. There was some small irony to be had there, but Morrigan had opted not to pass any judgement on Doogan, just by hearing off hand that he had taken to thieving once. Rather than openly respond or even so much as sneer, though, she merely stood up from her seat and walked over to the two of them.
“Ah, here you are.” Morrigan said, gaze flicking from Doogan to Donovan. “We're all set then, yes?”
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Post by Donovan on Jan 20, 2017 12:20:49 GMT -6
“Indeed we are. I hope you enjoyed this cesspool. Sorry about having us meet here, but it is the closest inn to the path we need to take. Let’s set out then.” Donovan downed his pint and headed out the door with the haste of a fox leaving a wolf’s den.
Before long, he had lead them to where they needed to climb onto the roofs. There was only one roof that was more or less simple to access from this spot. “You should head onto the roof hear, Morrigan. I climbed it earlier today. Shouldn’t be too hard.” He was more or less telling the truth. “Put your left foot on this milk carton here, then your right on that barrel. From there it’s just pulling yourself up to the top of the shed and then a small jump to the roof. Nothing too difficult, right?”
Regardless, Donovan made sure Morrigan had it easy. He suspected she didn’t have any wind magic and making the jumps on the other side of the street without it would be nearly impossible for anyone he knew besides Connor, the thief. Frag would serve that purpose well — even if it’s wielder hadn’t quite mastered the art of graceful landings. There weren’t many turns that Kemper had to make on his walk, but there were a number of occasions, Don would have to leap across a street with Frag’s boost. At least Morrigan never had to do anything of the like.
“Doogan, keep an eye on things down here. When you see him pass. Follow. We’ll get you the signal if anything comes from up front.” Don walked across the street and looked up at the 2 story building, giving himself a running start before leaping and pointing Frag at the ground, sending a powerful, concentrated blast of air downwards to propel him up to an unnatural height.
And land with an awkward, twisted summersault that looked about as graceful as a dog falling from a tree. But still. He was in position.
It wasn't much longer than 5 or 10 minutes before He saw Kemper and his two guards strutting down the street. Well. His guards were strutting. Kemper looked nervous as all get up. But it was time to move. Don stayed low and began to ran across the buildings, but there were no mysterious agents in sight. Not yet.
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Post by Morrigan Reid on Jan 20, 2017 23:09:25 GMT -6
“This place has been...less than pleasant.” And only a small part of that involved her being called a witch, to the tavern's credit. That nice little jab had come from one of her supposed allies. It left Morrigan worried: distrust was one thing but to be outright labeled in such a way was another entirely. What of all the other mages back at the Convent? Not all of them would take such insult as calmly as she did...introducing the Convent to the world would be more difficult than she thought. “That said, I've endured worse. I'm happy to leave, though.”
Which was ironic, given she was about to capture and arrest an assassin. At least she could see the irony in it as opposed to just the abject terror of facing down a man or woman who profited off of deaths they personally dealt out.
With a small sigh she followed Donovan to their “entry point” to the rooftops. Morrigan ah...was probably more physically capable than the average mage, but that wasn't saying much was it? She hoped she could muster the upper body strength to pull herself onto the roof. If she had spent more time practicing her anima magic, she could be able to conjure enough concentrated air to propel herself higher, but she ah...definitely did not. Her focus was still firmly set on the mysteries of the Nether.
“All right. I...I think I can do this. I'll see you on the rooftops then, Don. Be careful.” She said to him with a small smile as he walked off. The raven haired sorceress then turned to face the crate Don had set up for her. She put her foot atop the crate, as instructed, and then with no small effort kept herself balanced to put her right foot atop the barrel. Given the uh, apparel she had been wearing, she blushed and instinctively looked back, afraid she may have been...exposing more than she'd like to anyone around.
Luckily for her nobody was around, especially given the flailing and slight squeal she made as she nearly lost her balance. Smooth stuff, Morrigan. If she was as clumsy in combat as she was in instances such as this then she was not long for this world.
Thankfully she did catch her balance long enough to grip onto the top of the shed. With some small grunting she pulled herself up, her arms straining against her own weight. Oh good lord, was she gaining weight now? No that couldn't be it, she'd been travelling and fighting and-
...Not the time, Morrigan.
At last she pulled herself onto the shed, cheeks more flushed than she'd care to admit. Her anima teachers would be ashamed to see this pitiful display of physical prowess, or rather lack thereof. She made a note to exercise her body more once this was done.
Still, the rooftops were uh...fairly close. The jump was actually far easier for her to make than the climb itself had been, so once she caught her breath she made a break towards the nearest roof and leaped up upon it. Success! She landed, and didn't even stumble! It seemed she wasn't ENTIRELY hopeless, then.
As far as she could see from atop her new perch there was...nothing. After some time she saw a man with two guards walk through the city. Her charge, no doubt. Morrigan went on high alert, eyes scanning the admittedly dark roads of the city, steadily moving forward so as not to lose sight of Kemper.
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Post by Donovan on Jan 21, 2017 22:48:19 GMT -6
Donovan had to stifle a laugh as Morrigan hopped up the shed and gave her a quiet round of applause and a thumbs up when she made the leap so dexterously. It was about 30 minutes before Kemper and his 2 guardsmen walked along their path. And immediately everything moved. Don leapt the small gap between the building he was on to the building on the corner. He presumed that Morrigan would be making her move as well.
He waited until Kemper was completely down the block and then walked back to the middle of the building. Think we can do make this jump, Frag? What’s the worst that could happen? Well, I could die. Then it’s worth the risk! Donovan rolled his eyes. F***ing sword.
And so he ran. Full tilt. And with one quick step on the edge of the roof, he was airborne, heading straight for the building catty corner to his own. Frag pointed itself at the ground and released a powerful blast of air like it had before, but this time, it propelled him forward, not just up. He realized, briefly during his airborne moments, that the lack of light that made it possible for him to make this jump without being seen also made it very difficult to see the thing he was trying to land on.
Doogan waited for Kemper to make his way down the street before rounding the corner himself. He was always sure to stay a few hundred feet behind his mark, didn’t want anyone to realize he was following them, intensionally. His torch lighting the area around immediately him. But there was so much darkness in Dove’s Run. Truly a sleepy town if there ever was one.
He heard a crash behind him and turned around to see something scrambling up the side of the building. “Lords and Ladies above and bellow, Don, you’re cutting it close.”
Don slammed into the building. His torso doubled over the ledge while his legs dangled briefly over the side. The air knocked quickly from his gut. I’ll, uh, I’ll aim a little higher next time…. Sorry. F***ing sword.
Don struggled and pulled himself over the side of the building. laying on his back for a moment to catch his breath. He was going to feel that in the morning. “I should’ve brought Malk.” Pushing himself up, he rose and began to run and leap the smaller gaps between each adjacent building to try and catch up to Kemper. He hoped Morrigan was still in position given his… Set back.
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Post by Morrigan Reid on Jan 22, 2017 14:18:12 GMT -6
Unfortunately for Morrigan, Donovan had made it known that he had witnessed her brilliant display of physical ineptitude. She just hoped he couldn't make out her flushed cheeks from the embarrassment of the entire ordeal, and reminded herself that she had stuck that jump quite well! However she also watched as Donovan continued to move along the rooftops with significantly greater success than she likely could. Morrigan could use some low level wind magic to help propel her forward if she needed to make a particularly large jump, but she wasn't sure she could match that intriguing sword of his...
Though once she witnessed him crash into one of the buildings she winced, and decided that it was probably for the best she could do the same. He uh, he seemed to be all right, though, so Morrigan didn't try to call out to him. Instead she focused ahead of her, to the next rooftop.
Morrigan focused and allowed herself to gather the nature spirits of wind around the palms of her hands. Gently they danced between her fingers and even along her wrists, as if they were indeed a calm breeze. Once she had focused she made a sprint towards the edge of her rooftop. Making another leap she threw a hand back to pulse out a burst of wind, just enough to carry her the rest of the distance required.
The raven haired sorceress landed on the rooftop with a hard thud, and she immediately winced, feeling sorry for the people who lived in the home beneath her. She hadn't even considered how disruptive this all would be, usually Morrigan was better at such things but...well, she certainly couldn't back out now. In order to keep up with Kemper Morrigan repeated the same technique, jumping and then casting back a quick gust of wind to push her through the air.
Once she landed on the second rooftop, this time managing to do so in a quieter manner, Morrigan dispelled the spirits of wind from her hands. Instead, now, she reached out to a mere few spirits of flame, a hand out as she conjured a small fireball on her palm. Morrigan maintained the flame and used it as a mock torch, though she did hope it didn't make her too noticeable to the assassin they had hoped to lure out.
So far, though, Morrigan had failed to see anything. She glanced in the direction Donovan would be, hopeful that he had recovered from his earlier tumble.
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