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Post by Desdemona Coven on Aug 25, 2007 1:29:32 GMT -5
It was about five miles on horseback to the nearest stream. When she reaches it her horse is very tired from the long journey. Tári was focusing on nothing else but water and began chomping at the bit. She was thirsty and so was Desdemona, though she didn't realize how much, until she saw the water itself.
They both drank thier fill of the pure spring water. so much so, that when it was time to get moving again they both felt abit bloated. They set off upstream at a lesurly pace, in no rush at all. they would get to Meridian when they got there.
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Post by Darkstar on Sept 3, 2007 11:05:07 GMT -5
Luckily for the assassin, she'd arrived at said stream some time ahead of the lunatic Nymandine--as she mentally referred to Desdemona. She'd cleaned, changed, and freshened up her water supply and now rode towards Meridian in the guise of a human warrior--dark of hair and pale of skin in leather armor with a battle axe strapped across her back.
While this disguise could be a bit high maintenance at times it was nothing by comparison to the guise of a Nymandine, and she preferred it for her ability to wear her weapons out in the open.
Pale blue eyes narrowed on the road ahead. "It will be a relief to make it to the city and out of these desert wastes, I think," she said. She talked to her horse sometimes. It made the journey go a little easier to feel as if one had a proper companion on the road.
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Post by Desdemona Coven on Sept 5, 2007 13:27:05 GMT -5
Desdemona finished at the stream and continued to follow it into Meridian, but before she left she had peeled some moss off of a large stone, she knew the city would be noisey, and if there was one thing Desdemona hated more then thier own kind, it was the noise that came from large cities. She cleaned the dark green moss very well and placed it in her tunic pocket.
Desdemona then mounted Tári and the both of them moved at a fast pace toward Meridian. Tári was feeling frisky, and had lowered her head and locked her jaw, the reins were vertually useless. She had passed a young woman on the way, but it wasn't the same one she had seen by the boarder of Iodar, this one looked like a human, though it was really hard to tell while wrestleing to regain control of her horse.
Desdemona finally gave up with trying to physically over-power her horse and held on to the horn of her saddle enjoying the ride (so to speak). The only down fall to traveling so fast was the fact that her sensitive hearing was vertually usless, leaving her vonerable to a sudden attack, not to mention that her horse might tire out long before they reached the city, or even worse, she might get hurt and Desdemona would be stranded out here by herself.
Just then out of a patch of trees sprang two heavely muscled men, and spooked Tári, making the horse stop suddenly. The horse reared, throwing Desdemona to the ground with a hard thud. She heard one of them bark out an order to retrieve the horse, while he was advancing toward Desdemona with heavy feet. Desdemona tried with all her might to open her eyes, but couldn't do it fast enough, before she knew it she was lifted and flung over his shoulder with little to no effort.
She could hear Tári's frantic whinnies and when she opened her eyes, she was being bound tightly around the wrists with a thick rope. "Do you mind," she hissed, "your doing it too tight, it hurts!" The man was done tying the knots and looked at her and smiled evily, "Wouldn't want you to get away, my love, now would we?!" He brushed Desdemona's face with his overly caloused fingers, and Desdemona bit it, her teeth sinking into his almond colored flesh.
The man yelped in pain, slapping her with his free hand so hard that she was forced to release. She had drawn blood, and was going to have a pretty big shiner, her eyes already was starting to shut. Never had Desdemona been SO FURIOUS! She spit at the man and said "Lay a hand on me again and I will kill you, even if it kills me!"
The man laughed at her comment, it seemed to really amuse him that this girl was threatning to take his life. Holding her firmly with her back against a tree, he began patting her down with his free hand, removing anything that might fetch him a few KA, but the worse part about it was the fact that he seemed to get pleasure from touching her soft bare skin.
Among these items removed from her possesion were her dagger, purse, and sword. When he took hold of the hilt of her sword, Desdemona lunged at him, "Give it back!" she screamed, but she had no leverage, and the man continued with a little chuckle. "I just might keep you after-all, you look beautiful when your angry, and your quite a little spit-fire aren't you?" He pinned her harder against the tree and moved a bit of hair from her face, being careful this time to keep his fingers away from her mouth.
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Post by Darkstar on Sept 6, 2007 12:25:11 GMT -5
This woman...was somehow going to be the death of her, Darkstar was certain of it. The assassin had made a minor detour to collect a few other herbs and clay to make assorted dyes and colored paints on her way--she was passing by so she detoured into the nearby forest.
Once the collection was finished, she remounted her horse and made to head back to the road. Only one problem. That woman and a pair of brigands were directly in her way. She tilted her head to the side, wild black hair tumbling about her shoulders and dancing across the handle of her axe.
"Not that whatever this is is any of my concern," she told the group with a gesture. "And frankly I don't really care. Unfortunately you happen to be right in my way." She was careful. It wasn't the same voice she'd used when speaking to Desdemona before. As for her horse...she was so seemingly ordinary that it was unlikely she would be recognized, even within the same day. "So if you'd kindly move aside, you can go back to your raping and pillaging, or whatever it is people like you do for fun." A bit arrogant, wasn't she?
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Post by Desdemona Coven on Sept 6, 2007 16:47:45 GMT -5
As Darkstar approached the second man was returning with Tári, the horse was almost too much for the man to handle. His attention focused solely on the rearing horse. "Necro!" the man gunted, "Necro, are you sure we absolutly need this old nag?!" At this time Tári Reared and backed up, nearly pulling the reins from his hand. "A good strong horse will fetch us top dollar at the horse dealer." Necro replied. Just then Necro heard Darkstar's comment and looked at her. "And the Gods will shine apon us..." Necro said as he looked the woman from head to toe as she sat on her horse.
'Just what I was waiting for!' Desdemona said to herself as the woman made her presence known. She then placed her foot on the base of the tree for leverage. She did it so casually so no one would notice her. It seemed her plan worked because neither Necro or the other man had noticed her slight movement. Her eyes met with Tári's and it was like they they read each other's minds.
All of a sudden, Desdemona kicked off the tree with all her might, she tackled Necro, digging her shoulder deep into the man's chest. Tári lunged also at the other man, her teeth were bared and ears pinned in close to her body. Both men stumbled backwards, giving Desdemona a chance to go for her sword.
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Post by Darkstar on Sept 18, 2007 13:08:55 GMT -5
Darkstar stared flatly at the proceedings with a bland expression. If a pair of brigands and a Nymandine wasn't enough, throw in a horse and a brawl and her path was definitely blocked for the moment. 'A bunch of hopeless fools, every last one,' the assassin thought, sitting back in her saddle a bit as to get comfortable.
There was no reason to get involved--after all, nothing in it for her. Except, of course, for not having to take the long way around. 'Failure to adhere to logical patterns of thought, inherently violent nature, and the inability to follow sensible courses of action,' Darkstar thought blandly. "And what it all adds up to," she said to herself, "is a rather large, rather cumbersome, pain in the ass. Well, Reina, step on them if you've got to then. Don't worry on broken bones. Men who can't manage such a simple request as stepping aside for a few moments are worthless anyway."
She pat the horse's mane and made to move forward...right through the middle of the scuffle if they didn't move out of the way for her, she was stubborn like that. As for the Nymandine? She could care less what happened to Desdemona. This fight had nothing to do with her and she wasn't getting paid to waist her time watching some uncivilized brawl.
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