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|  | Past midnight.. {open}
« Thread Started on Oct 19, 2009, 1:56pm » | |
He judged it was a few hours past midnight now. The soft breeze flicked at his hair, but he brushed it from his eyes with only the slightest amount of irritation. From his perch atop a neighbouring roof, he gazed into the small open garden below. If he could make the jump over the high wall, then the hardest
part was over.
He hated the rich men in this town, seemingly obsessed with high walls, guard dogs and complex locks on every door. It wasn't like this in other cities, but then maybe news of his previous exploits had reached the ears of the merchants of Ilmatar. He chuckled in the private part of his mind at that thought.
He grinning slightly, he tensed himself for the jump.
For a few scant seconds he was in the air, wind in his face and blood racing through his body. Then it was
over.
With cat-like grace he landed soundlessly on the springly turf in centre of the garden. Rolling to his feet instantly, he froze, trying too guage where or not anyone in the house had woken up.
Silence..
The air escaped from his lungs, as his body relaxed. Rising slowly, he looked around. The lush green turf
beneath his feet appeared almost dark blue or black, in the twilight and the flowers crowding the edge of
the square of grass seemed to look at him accusingly with their closed, sullen petals.
He was being ridiculous, he knew, but Zeph couldn't shake the feeling something was wrong. It didn't feel
right..
After a single uncertain look over his shoulder at the towering garden wall, he silently crossed the garden to a side door he knew the servants used. After a few minutes with the lock, a sharp click was heard from Zeph's tools and the lock mechanism. He cursed wordlessly at the sound, and stood for a moment.
The house was still quiet. He was undetected, for now.
Zeph's steady hand opened the door and opened it a fraction, before slipping inside.
The air inside was cool, and the iron-grilled windows cast alarming shadows over the corridor. Trying to shake off his sense of forboding, Zeph moved purposefully up the corridor towards the centre of the house.
After passing through a series of halls and connecting chambers un-interupted, Zeph reached a heavy door
with a total of three locks on it. He sighed inwardly. Someone up there didn't like him, he sulked.
Still, a part of his mind told him, at least there's got to be something worth stealing behind this door,
why else would the merchant go through all this trouble to have it so secure..
Zeph pulled a face, and then grimly began working at the first lock with his sharp, metallic tools. He had almost opened the lock when he heard a sound further up the corridor, behind him. He quickly turned, and stood frozen. Concentrating all his senses on the direction of the noise. His eyes narrowed, someone was there.
His dark green eyes narrowed, and his face took on a look of extreme effort, as he swiftly and silently retrieved his tools from the innards of the lock, and took his dagger slowly from his boot.
Whoever was there had stopped, frozen too it seemed by the realisation that Zeph was there.
Zeph took a single step forward, his eyes widened as he caught a glimse through the moonlite corridor of
the figure stood was there..
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| | Re: Past midnight.. {open}
« Reply #1 on Oct 25, 2009, 4:45am » | |
The cold night air was still with anticipation,
this kind of thing wasn't his forte' but he wanted his money back,
it may not have been much but it was the audacity of that merchant selling duff rope that almost killed him as he traversed the nearby cliffs on the highland,
it was the worst four gold he had spent in his life...and he wanted it back with interest...
he climbed up onto the wall, he noticed a couple of marks on the top and a few loose stones, "looks like i'm not the only one makin a house call!" Habec thought to himself.
he dropped down fairly quietly onto the grass below "already trodded down... quite fresh...I'll hazard a guess that this joker is still in here" he rose to his feet and fastened the collar around his lower face, his long black hair falling infront of his upper face obscuring anything that could give him away.
the only things visible were his bright blue eyes and a scar that ran down his right cheek underneath the collar,
A longsword and spear thrown onto his back.
he turned around to the wall and placed his hands on his hips in triumph 'well that wasn't so bad!' he turned back around to the manor house, the door still left open by the unknown intruder 'least he's making my job a lot easier!' the thought with a grin.
Harabec moved down the ominous hallway, what little light there was was stretched over the floor, casting dim shadows against the already dark walls he made his way to the door at the end which seemed to lead to the main vassal of the house.
he ambled around the house for what seemed like hours, completely lost, he found a door that was already open with a side enterance, the other guy must have gone through there...
he walked in a little too quick as he didn't notice the table, *thud* a pot fell of the side and smashed "Ah crap!!" he expleted under his breath as he stayed quiet waiting for a response, luckily there wasn't one.
he progressed down to the end of this corridor where he heard a light 'click' come from around the corner, he flattened against the wall and peered around the corner,
he couldnt see much but the figure was definately there...ad it was working on the door for him!
he retracted his head from view and waited for the next click...it didn't come...
he heard the sound of a blade being drawn 'hoo boy..." he thought in his mind as he bit his bottom lip, 'maybe if i stay quiet...he'll put it down to nerves and carry on...' he suddenly felt a very strange tingling sensation in his nose...
'oh no...' it was involuntary...there was no stopping it, of all the things he had to be leant up against sandstone...
"Achoo!!!"
the sound echoed through the corridor "...aw crap..."
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