Collecting on a Bounty... [Closed]

[Syndre]

Time Stamp -=19th of Spring, 511 AV=-
Location -=Noble District=-

Evening had settled over Ravok's Noble District, an area which only the

powerful members of society and rich merchants called home. The luxurious homes
and towering ivory apartments were so much different from the poor conditions
that surrounded the Docks. Black armored patrols frequented the finely paved
maze of streets and canals, the Ebonstryfe's presence more abundant in this
region of the city due to the strong influence that these pampered citizens held.
It was true that these prominent people were raised upon social pedestals above
the majority of Ravok's poorer commoners, entitling them to a safer standard of
living and protection from the Black Sun's notorious police. Those that chose to
live their lives beneath the laws of Ravok would be careful to tread through this
section of the city, for the chances of getting entangled with the authorizes
greatly increased.

These were considered but minor nuisances to the novice rogue who stood

beside two of his gathered associates. To his right was a large imposing man,
almost twice the size of Syndre in build, a mercenary who's services he had
recently acquired in the form of protection. Robert was the reason they were here,
for he had a price on his head that Syndre had promised to take care of. To his
left stood a petite woman with short golden hair, a lovely little thing that
wanted a piece of the dangers that the arrogant rogue seemed to attract. Perhaps
Syndre's precarious aura had infected her mind, perhaps it was the potent drugs
he had introduced her to, whatever the reason may be Nydryn had shown interest
in the thief's Underworld dealings. He had invited her along for the ride,
keeping the details of tonight's activities vague so he could have a better
understanding of how she reacted to critical situations.

The handsome vagabond moved around Nydryn's smaller form, his corded

arms slowly reaching around her slender shoulders with the curve of his chin
coming rest within the crook of her neck. A delicate cloud of smoke rolled forth
from his slightly parting lips, the aroma was rich as it slipped pass Nydryn's
pale nose. A slow intake of oxygen followed and the beautiful woman could feel
the rising swell of his firm chest thru the soft silk of his ebon shirt. The
intensity of his brazen blue eyes immediately began to gloss over with a thin
sheen of moisture, one of the various effects of the Sylirian herbs he had just
introduced into his system. His foggy stare peered thru the haze of smoke in
his bodyguard's direction, a serious expression etched upon his countenance,
"I hope you are ready for this Robert... if you get me killed tonight... I wont
be able to pay your wages..."

A small smirk worked its way across his lips after speaking those low

toned words, the side of left side of his visage snuggling gently along the
smooth expanse of Nydryn's white hued neck. Her skin was warm, so warm that the
sensation lured his eyelids downward, shutting his azure voids briefly with a
minuscule amount of pleasure. Lazily they reopened, once again looking over to
his menacing henchman with a slight upward tilt of his head. The position of his
face allowed his tender lips to faintly touch upon the edge of her ear, his
intoxicated whisper tickling her senses," Would you like some?... Before shyte
hits the wheel?..." His lean appendages were wrapped around her lithe figure, and
in his right leather adorned hand spun his elaborately carved pipe. Tiny trails
of smoke still slithered outward from the ivory bowl, weaving thin grey strands
thru the air as the fancy pipe slowly worked between his ebon coated fingers.

They were huddled in an alley between a pair of windowless buildings,

a common place for the vermin of Ravok to assemble, just like the engorged rats
that scampered through the foul puddles. Syndre had made the necessary
arrangements before bringing them to this dark location. He had spoken to Robert
earlier in the day during the bouncer's shift at the Silver Sliver Tavern,
explaining to him the designs of his vicious plan. Nydryn on the other hand, she
didn't know what she was getting in to. She had expressed some interest in
joining the rogue on his nightly dealings, but was she ready for what Syndre had
in store this evening? This wasn't your routine theft or simple contraband
transaction, what he was about to involve them in could possibly have grim
consequences.

Outside the alley, across the deserted street, lied the home of the prosperous

merchant, Dorion. The rotund man did well for himself and his family through the
trading of precious goods, and when his son had been violently attacked by none
other than Robert, the merchant was quick to place a bounty on the mercenary's
head. Syndre had spent many hours over the past few days in this very alley,
watching the coming and goings of all that occupied the expensive home. Besides
the occasional guest that visited the pudgy merchant, there were only a handful
of people that resided in the ivory stone building: Dorion himself, his unkept
son who Robert had scuffled with, a pair of armed men that Syndre deemed as hired
guards, and a gorgeous little creature that the merchant kept for show. He
expected all five occupants to be present at this time, so the odds were
definitely not in their favor. Syndre was full of surprises though...

[Robert Cithon]

The rogue Syndre, his current employer. Had drug him out yet again this night, requiring his services. Tonight though, was to benefit himself rather than keep Syndre out of harms way. Tonight was the night Syndre had planned to dispatch of the troublesome man who so relentlessly searched for Robert in the streets of Ravok. Well, hired men to search tirelessly for Robert. The well off merchant would never be caught trolling the streets asking question in alleys and dark corners of popular taverns. Robert’s muscles tightened as yet another patrol passed the head of the alley way. That was the fourth one since they arrived in the dark alley. The abundance of armored guards made Robert nervous, he was likely look suspicious if spotted. “Best avoid to them” He said almost silently, glancing over to Syndre. His eyes bouned back and fourth from Syndre, who seemed to be warmly speaking with the newest addition. And the alley mouth, the reason for tonight’s dealings. Damn, I may have to rent them a room for the night He though silently to himself. Robert spoke nothing, he did not know the woman, and would rather not step on her bad side. He dealt with enough people who considered him more of an enemy than friend. A change in face was a good thing now a days to Robert. Everyone needed a few friends in life. Robert smiled at Syndre’s words. The man sure was arrogant at times. “Why if I let you die, then I doubt I would need your money.” He smiled to himself, ignoring the overly touchy man. “I have never seen a ghost pay for anything, how about yourself?” He gave a quick, quite laugh. Enough to lighten the mood a hair but low enough not to be heard more than a pace or two away from the gathered group. Robert work his sweaty hands on his worn pants. He was genuinely nervous. He had faced many men in open battle. But this deceitful plan Syndre had came up with was, different. What if the man outright stabbed Robert while he was already ‘dead’? just for his own sick pleasure? He was dreading this night, so many things could go wrong. Stay positive, once this is over. No more hidden watchers. Stalking you every night His mood lightened thinking of the piece of mind tonight would bring, once the business was concluding. Robert took a step forward, glancing back to other two. He smiled again, “Well we going to make this happen Syndre?” They would have to drag him from now on. They may be watching, it wouldn’t do to expose the lie before the fun even began. The two would have trouble handling his weight, but the group could not afford for him to help them out. It had to look legit, to the point when Robert rose from the dead, weapons in hand. He focused on the target across the abandoned street, shadows hiding him. He was anxious to be done with this already. He was waiting for the two to make the move.

[Nydryn]

It was tonight. The night she had been anticipating, and dreading somewhat due to the lack of information she had received about the events that would be taking place. Nydryn was ready to make her entry into the Underworld, her mind having taken a darker twist after entering Ravok. Even Syndre himself had influenced her, if not inspired her to care only for herself, and lacking respect for almost everyone else. Ny knew little of who else was to be involved, so when she saw the new bouncer for the Silver Sliver, she wasn’t surprised. She had met the two in an alley, perfect place to begin the night’s dark events. When Nydryn’s thoughts had started to become darker… and her morals become nonexistent, she figured it would be easier to achieve what she wanted to in different clothing. Light clothing allowed her to be seen and picked out in a crowd while darker clothing allowed Ny to remain hidden in the shadows. Being hidden seemed preferable. Since the events of the night were unknown, Ny came prepared. Her three precious daggers were in their usual places… one in each boot and the other right inside her dark brown cloak which as of now, Ny was wearing. As Syndre approached, a small smile was given. As his arms wrapped around her small form, smoke came from his lips. Nydryn had forgotten about the intoxicating substance, but the rogue had reminded her. His whisper had tickled her ear and as he spun the pipe in front of her, she reached out taking the pipe with her own pale fingers. A slow exhale was given as she brought the pipe to her lips and took a deep breath. She would not miss out on a chance to indulge her senses even if the substance was bad for her body. The pipe was then taken away from her lips, and the breath was released. With it came her own cloud of smoke, and her sly smile remained on her face as the pipe was kept just out of Syndre’s reach. “So am I going to get any more information about tonight?” her soft whisper reached Syndre’s ears, and possibly the ears of the other man in the alley. She still did not know the other man well for she had only seen him a few times in the tavern. The man had paced forward, and seemed to be expecting them to do something. Of course, Ny had no idea what, but she would soon find out.

[Aki]

Golden filigree, upon precious wood, spiral marble columns scattered in the far corners, and lush, vibrant carpets filled the successful Merchant Dorion’s bedroom. In short it was breath taking, a luxurious oasis within a city full of disparate poor. There were four that were privy to the grandiose splendor this particular night: the merchant himself, two of his most trusted guards, situated at the far door, and a slender sprite of a woman: Aki. Mulling over a glass of expensive wine, before the crackling flames of a marble fire place, sat Dorion in an oversized ottoman, splayed out like a satiated hunter. “Aki!” He barked out, without even bothering to look up. The young woman’s silvery tresses cascaded endlessly down her back, stopping at her hips, discreetly covering the diamond studded, black leather collar round her slim neck. Aki carefully placed her embroidery to the side of the bed, before standing to attend her master’s call. She shuffled forward, impaired by the thin, but trailing silk robe and high wooden slippers that Dorion demanded her to wear inside. “Yes master?” Aki asked when she stood before Dorion. She curtseyed, deep enough for her head to reach below his even as he sat. Her down cast eyes stared intently at the patterned rug. Dorion smiled, thoroughly pleased at his most precious buy – an Avanthal Slave. “Come here Aki, come closer.” She stepped forward, still trying to keep her distance. Dorion was a fickle master. “Come closer!” He growled, “I won’t ask again.” Aki flinched, and leaned in close. He reached out a grubby paw and held her chin, turning her head to the side, inspecting her like a show horse. “Your cheeks are looking gaunt, too gaunt. It is not attractive. You must take better care of yourself, Aki. You wouldn’t want to displease me. Do you? I treat you well. Don’t I?” He continued to speak, but not to Aki, more to himself. Dorion did not see Aki more than a pretty faced servant, with maybe a few more ‘interesting’ skills. He let go of her chin, forcefully pushing her away. “I’m hungry. Go the kitchen and fetch me something to eat. I’m in the mood for something decadent – maybe some cake. Yes, cake! There should be some leftover from the dinner before. Go, go now. Be quick about it.” Dorion waved his hand in her direction, dismissing her. Aki nodded subserviently, curtsying once more before shuffling away. The guards opened the door for her as she walked out of the decadent room, only in the slightly less decadent hallway. They looked at her hungrily, only held back the threat of punishment if they did touch her, but only just. Aki made sure not to make eye contact with them; it would only incite them further. She took off her high heeled slippers, carrying them in her arms. They were noisy, clacking on the marble corridors, revealing her position; Aki was in no mood to be accosted by Dorion’s younger, friskier son, the father was bad enough. Her small feet hurt, the floor was icy cold, but it felt nice in a painful sort of way. It took Aki a few chimes to navigate the large house to the kitchen, trying to hold up her robe with slippers in hand to keep the expensive cloth from getting too worn down and dirty. The ice box stood at the far end of the kitchen. It was a luxury few ever got to experience and Dorion always made sure to keep it stocked to the brim. Aki walked over to the large ice box the size of a small room: she would show him gaunt. OOC : Sorry for holding you guys up! I got caught up in some work... I promise to be faster.

[Syndre]

Those cobalt voids continued to stare over the woman's curved shoulder

in the direction of the impatient mercenary, though Robert's question wasn't
answered. Instead, the rogue responded to Nydryn in that calm, malice laced
voice," All you need to know..." A brief pause was given after the release of his
soft whisper, long enough to allow his head to tilt slightly downward so that his
parting mouth could gently surround the delicate flesh of her neck. His bottom
lip dragged slowly inward against the piece of pale skin he had chosen, stealing
a small taste of the attractive female before his whisper further progressed,"
...is that we are here on business... and how you react could very well
determine whether we live or die tonight..." A small lift of his head brought his
alluring features up within the tangle of her golden hair, slowly inhaling her
personal scent before gently retracting his toned appendages from around her
upper torso.

Ignoring Robert had been a play of power, for one as arrogant as himself

enjoyed projecting his authoritive aura over others. Yes we are going to make
this damn thing happen... on my time... when I'm ready... Syndre thought to
himself as he stepped beside Nydryn and lowered his lengthy frame down onto a
single black shrouded knee. The worn backpack he had brought to their little
gathering had been emptied of its contents back at his humble residence, and was
now stuffed with some sort of dark fabric. It took a moment to work the soft
material free from the pack's stretched confines, and with a flick of his gloved
wrist he tossed the bundled blanket over to Robert. Rather than just hauling
the mercenary inside the impressive house as he was, Syndre thought it best to
keep Robert's frame covered for an increased element of surprise.

Momentarily staying in his kneeling position, the youthful thief reached

down to the edge of a buckle lined boot. Leathery digits snaked around the
hollowed hilt of his cold-iron dagger, the fragile strap holding his blade within
its sheath popping free with a firm tug. There was a quiet metallic hiss as the
decorative knife slid out from its leather home. Nimble fingers began to roll the
cherished weapon around their dexterous length in a difficult manner, the wicked
show of spinning metal taught to him through many years of busking with his
elaborate cards. If you wanted to earn any decent coin when telling false
fortunes to the gullible, you had to mesmerize your audience through the intricate
movements of your fingers and your cards. He had practiced that little trick
amongst many a hapless customer, and he now incorporated the showy ability he
had learned to spin sharpened knife. He actually wasn't that great at using the
deadly blade in combat. Most of his more homicidal encounters involved a lot of
stealth and precise timing to catch people unaware. That moment of uncertainty
allowed even the simplest fool a chance to be dangerous.

After the few circular twirls the intoxicated rogue stopped the swift show

and resheathed the chilled dagger. His mouth began move as if he were speaking
without a voice, offering a silent prayer to the Keeper of the Night... to the
darkest Deity of them all. He praised her secretive nature and asked her to spare
her servant's life one more time. His Goddess was watching from beyond the
layered folds of night, this he felt in mind and heart, and if he could provide
her with some entertainment this evening, he would. Syndre rose from his kneel
with fluid ease, returning to Nydryn's side with a single arm reaching around
her back. "Let us proceed...," he said, noting to the other vermin in the alley
that he was ready. The smooth palm of his gloved hand was felt along the lower
region of the woman's back, the end of his middle finger slowly tracing the
dividing edge of her dark clothing. "Why don't you cover up and play dead
Robert... don't forget to arm yourself before we get inside...," a mere reminder
that was probably not needed, for Syndre and his bodyguard had been going over
the plan for days now, ever since their scuffle with the undead.
:)Don't worry we all find ourselves busy at one point or another

[Robert Cithon]

Robert continued to stare across the street, the two behind him were discomforting. Being a firm believer in keeping any sort of romance behind closed doors. The way Syndre was all over the new arrival was, distracting to say they least. Robert began wondering if he was thinking with the right head, if not things could go terribly wrong. More so for himself than the others. Seeing progressive movement behind, he turned to watch as Syndre took a knee. “Bout bloody time..” He mumbled under his breath as his body came around fully. He was facing the two now, convinced the nights events were soon to begin unfolding. He watched Syndre work loose the dark fabric. Once free he tossed it towards Robert, who caught it instinctively. He looked it over worriedly, this could be a huge mistake. Perhaps he should call it all off now? No he thought, this had to end tonight. With a grim expression Robert watched Syndre fiddle with his dagger. An attempt to appear dangerous? Who knew with this man, he was full of surprises. The rogue stood up and made his way back toward the young woman yet again. Robert growing tired of his relentless touching of the woman turned quickly and spoke roughly “Let us proceed then.” He threw the blanked over his head, covering nearly his entire body. If asked, Robert would not deny being worried about tonight. They were going to march up the front door of Dorions manor, the very man who had been relentlessly hunting Robert down. For events that happened in the past, and a fight his own son had instigated. Syndre and this young lady would proceed to demand the amount of coin that was owed to whoever brought Dorion Robert’s lifeless body. They would hopefully drop Robert’s ‘lifeless’ corpse in a decent place, he hoped they would be able to distract Dorion long enough for Robert rise from the dead slit Dorion’s own throat. Then they would set about the tasks of dispatching whoever else was inside, while without a doubt. Syndre would go about collecting valuables and such from the manor. If all went according to plan, it would be a very profitable night.

[Nydryn]

Syndre’s response had surprised her, not dramatically but enough to make her wonder whether involving herself in this kind of business was a good idea. Only recently had Nydryn chosen to abandon her search for her mother, and instead stay in the city she loved so much. It really wasn’t much of a choice for the search had been pointlessly going on for a while. Her whole life hadn’t been spent in search, only the last few years. Traveling to city after city and constantly finding nothing was discouraging and disappointing. Once Ny had made the decision to stay in Ravok, her attitude had changed. Before, Ny had chosen to be honest, trying to live without having to resort to extreme measures to get money. But she had become tired of it. People used her. Her innocence drew the worst of people toward her for she did not fight back as much as others. It was something that constantly caused Ny trouble, so she had changed. Instead of being used, she was the one using others. It was a nice change, or at least Ny thought so from what she had experienced already. Stealing, seduction, murder and much more were now involved in Ny’s life more than she would have ever thought. Even Rhysol, the evil god whose presence was felt in Ravok more than other cities, was becoming a more important to her. Tonight’s events would determine whether she had reached a new level, and it was possible she hadn’t. That thought made Ny nervous for if she wasn’t prepared, then their deaths might come on this very night. Not that she had much to live for anyway, because as of now, she only cared of pleasure and Syndre was so good at giving her what she wanted. The two had known each other for a while, and he was one of the people that Ny trusted ever so slightly in this city. As she watched the rogue spin his deadly blade her trust in him was probably not the best for he cared only for his own prosperity. As Syndre told the other man to cover up and play dead, her head slightly nodded. She would use every conversation between the two men to try and gather more information about tonight. As the man had pulled the blanket that Syndre tossed to him over his head, a few ideas ran through the woman’s head. She still did not have any idea what was going to occur tonight, and as Syndre put his hand on her back, guiding her forward, she followed his guidance. As she approached the side of the covered man, her blue eyes met Syndre’s waiting for more guidance. It truly would be more helpful if she had any more information about tonight because the only thing she could do is wait for the rogue’s guidance.

[Aki]

She couldn’t do it. One more bite and she would hurl everything. She really hadn’t eaten that much: just a small slice of Dorion’s fancy cake and some exotic fruit, baring a vivid range of colors Aki didn’t even bother to enjoy, she was focused on the burst of juicy flavor that exploded in her mouth. Trying to erase all evidence she had dipped into Dorion’s private store, she rearranged the fridge to appear just as full as before. Aki wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, before balancing the plate of cake in her right hand , her shoes in the left and walking back to Dorion’s private quarters. It required slow shuffling steps to avoid stepping, and possibly ripping, her silk robe; it took Aki quite some time before navigating the halls all the way to Dorion’s door. She carefully lowered her shoes, slipping her tiny feet into each sandal. Looking up, she gasped, at the sight of Dorion’s Son’s stubbled face, smiling wickedly before her. “Hello Aki…” He leaned in, whispering into her ear. “What’s that in your hand? Feeling a little peckish? Looking for a midnight snack?” His rough hairs brushed against Aki’s smooth, flawless cheek; it hurt her, she flinched, but she refrained from stepping back: the son of her master was her master too. She kept her eyes down, using both hands to balance the plate of cake. “I-I’m just getting a plate of cake for Master Dorion, sir.” Dorion’s son smirked. “My father – hungry? What a surprise.” He ran his hand down her lithe and soft curves, before stepping back into the shadows. “Well I shouldn’t keep you. Master Dorion would punish you dearly for dawdling.” He walked away without turning back to call out, “I’ll see you later.” Disgust. Is what she should have felt, from being touched by such an unkempt, almost pathetic, excuse of a man, but Aki couldn’t help but… enjoy. Enjoy the feeling of being dominated. It was her nature, and she didn’t want to fight it anymore. They were her masters. No matter how much she disapproved of their cruel, egotistical personalities, she still served them with an open heart. Knock. Knock knock. Knock knock knock. Aki rasped against the heavy doors. They opened a crack, releasing a bar of light into the dim corridor. A guard peeked out, opening a door fully to let Aki in. OOC : Sorry if Dorion's son seems out of character. I didn't know which thread he had been in and I didn't know his name either. I just made him as creepy as possible... more fun to kill creeps anyway.

[Syndre]

Smooth fingertips trailed away from the woman's back, his gentle touch

directing her path forward next to Robert's concealed form. He followed a few
steps behind Nydryn, allowing his exploratory gaze to travel the length of her
darkly clad figure. He was allowed a glimpse beneath the clothing on another
occasion, a pleasing memory that frequently invaded his thoughts, even during an
intense moment such as this. His blue eyes blinked the troublesome thought away
and his glazed stare drifted over to the shrouded mercenary, a common smirk
forming upon his stretching mouth. With the shaded blanket pulled over his head,
Robert looked like a poor excuse for a ghost. Not that the shroud was meant for
him to look like an apparition. It was merely an attempt to gain an advantage,
but the sight of the large man underneath the fabric was mildly amusing.

"Ok Ny... here's the quick version...," Syndre voice remained hushed as

he spoke, a lingering peek around his henchman given before continuing,
"...Dorion is the man shaped like a pig, I don't see much resistance coming
from him. If he runs... he probably won't get too far. His son, who Robert here
let live, is a scrawnier version of his father. Again, I don't see this one
presenting us a problem..." A long, slow breath was taken, a short pause
following the intake of air in an attempt control the drug's climbing intensity.
"If I remember correctly... two personal guards. He may have more on his payroll,
but there are two that always stay close. I'm hoping that at this hour of night...
they would be the only ones on duty...," his cobalt eyes moved back to Nydryn,
searching for her intoxicated gaze. Once capturing her depths of blue, a small
smile rose upon the corners of his mouth, knowing that the Sylirian herbs
were still new to her.

The increased level of paranoia the drug released could break a person's

mind, amplifying fear and manifesting doubts. The strong effects were lessened
for those who smoked the herbs often. For those that didn't have much
experience with it, a situation such as this could be alarmingly vivid, almost
unreal. Nydryn was being lured onto a dark path by the rogue. He started to
speak again, wondering if she was grasping what was about to happen," The guards
are armed, maybe even more so then us... We should kill them as soon as our
trap is sprung. Allowing them to regain their train of thought after being
surprised could prove to be unfortunate for us. Hesitation will get you killed."
A firm pat was given against Robert's covered shoulder, his words now directed
to the anxious bodyguard," Don't disappoint me tonight... I have things to do
tomorrow... and need to be alive to do them..."

A few booted footfalls brought the thief around to Robert's back,

slipping either arm underneath the mercenary's own. The metal teeth that protruded
from the iron plated guards dug into sheet as gloved hands locked together over
the center of Robert's chest. After instructing the woman to gain a hold around
the large man's ankles and to lift, Syndre pulled back against henchman's upper
torso. Lean muscles tightened with the effort of carrying the heavy man's limp
frame, and with carefully placed steps the rogue guided them toward the end of
the alley. Once they reached the corners of either building, Syndre halted their
movement long enough to look over each shoulder. The street was clear of any
citizens and there was no sign of Ebonstryfe patrolling the area. Perhaps the
first bit of luck Akajia had granted him.

"Damn it Robert... you heavy piece of shyte...," the whispered curse

was barely audible as he led them into stone implanted street. Moving as fast as
he could while sustaining his hold, the rogue guided them directly across to the
home of the wealthy merchant. When they had reached the deep arch surrounding the
buildings entrance, Syndre hunched over and laid Robert's back against the smooth
ivory stone, nodding toward Nydryn for her to do the same with his legs. A bit of
relief was felt after relieving his arms of the weight. He produced a crumpled
piece of parchment from one of his many pockets, and with a playful wink to the
drug induced woman he rapped against the door with a leather bound fist.

A loud shifting of iron was heard behind the large wooden door, and

a moment later it creaked open to just a crack. "Dorion does not accept visits
at this hour... come back tomorrow," an firm voice commanded thru the thin
opening. Syndre gently flicked his slender wrist and the creased paper he held
between ebon stained fingers suddenly unfolded, revealing one of the bounty
slips that had been passed about the city. The guard grunted in annoyance and
opened the entry way far enough to snatch the parchment from the stranger's
hand. Once looking it over, the guard opened the door even further and took a
single step thru the doorway.

The man was as tall as Syndre, meeting him eye to eye, but he was

larger in build much like Robert. The small torch that burned near the entrance
to the home washed half the guard's body in a soft light, casting a faint glow
against his thick leather armor. He looked the rogue over with a hard gaze, then
turned his attention to Nydryn who stood a few steps back. "What is her purpose?,"
he asked while his dark brown eyes trailed further downward, taking notice of
the covered body laying between them.

"You think I can carry this cow myself?...," Syndre was quick to respond

so the woman didn't have to explain her presence. The rogue gave the blanket
coated body a firm kick, hoping their little act was enough to gain entry into
the manor. "You know... we should probably discuss this further inside... Do you
know how many Stryfes I've counted in the last twenty chimes?...," his persuading
words had a point, but they were mainly offered in an attempt to redirect the
guard's attention away from Nydryn. Another grunt was all the response Syndre
was given before the armored man slid back inside. The oversized door slowly
swung open to reveal a furnished waiting area, and with a sly look over his
right shoulder he gave Nydryn a playful wink, "Let's get 'em in..."
OOCIt's better when everyone adds to the story anyway

[Robert Cithon]

Robert felt like a fool, no he was a fool. He let a man he barely know. Convince him to go on this experience tonight. Robert trusted Syndre, to an extent. The man gave him no reason to mistrust him and he had helped in the fight against the Chained Ones, though it was his fault they had to fight. The simple fact was, Robert had not known Syndre long enough draw a concrete conclusion about the rogue. Syndre could have created this elaborate plan to hire Robert as a bodyguard, take him on a few miscellaneous missions, convince him that they were going to rid Robert of the bounty on his head. All for his sick pleasure, only to turn Robert into Dorion tonight, all wrapped up like a nice present Robert hoped for his sake, and for any he might manage to maim, that his imagination was running wild. He listened nervously as Syndre briefly described the plan to the newcomer. Apparently he like keeping her in the dark, another of his sick pleasures? It was of no concern to Robert though, he was just ready to get the hot stuffy blanket off him. He felt as if he were trapped in a coffin already. Not a good way to start the night. Syndre took him by surprise when he began wrapping his thing arms around Robert’s torso. In truth, he was surprised he managed to lift his weight. Weighing roughly two hundred and forty pounds, give or take ten. Add on his weapons a full sized longsword, a heavy brutish axe, ten throwing daggers, his leather armor, boots, etc. The dead weight the two smaller vermin in the alley would have to carry added up substantially. The thought of the two struggling to carry him was likely the only pleasant thought Robert would have until the evening events were concluded. Robert felt as if they would drop him any moment on the trek across the empty street. Hands constantly squeezing tighter for a better grip would likely leave faint bruising the next day. He was thankful Syndre managed to keep a rather constant hold on his torso, it allowed him slight peace of mind knowing he would not randomly plummet to the earth, a surprise that would likely reveal his disguise. “Damn it Robert…you heavy piece of shyte…” Syndre’s words crept toward his ears. He nearly responded in hushed tones “You could have thought of borrowing a cart” But the rough plummet shocked him back to reality. If he spoke, they would all die. Feeling the trip coming to an end, and his heavy body being settled on the ground Robert stilled his breathing as much as possible. He listened intently to the exchange of words between Syndre and the rough voice of a guard. The plan seemed to be working, so far. Syndr seemed to be rather good with words. Perhaps that was is greatest weapon? An unexpected firm kick sent pain shooting through Roberts ribs. Syndre! I will have you hanging from a ceiling for that! He thought angrily. He had to calm himself and resist the urge to throw the blanket off him and grab Syndre by the throat. If he moved, they would all die. But the rouse seemed to work. A faint glow from Dorion’s doorsteps washed over Roberts blanket. The first sign tonight may turn out successful. Robert braced himself again. He was waiting for the final stage, he would be lifted and carried into the home of the very man who had been hunting him down. He hoped silently Dorion’s son would try and face off with Robert himself. He was itching to finish what he let go last season. Only time would tell. Another moment passed and Robert held his breath, the guard had to be eyeballing his corpse now. Any decent guard would have been watching for an ambush like this from the beginning. Robert himself had guarded a house that fell to an attack similar to this, his friend had caught the man moving inside the wagon. That night ended with much blood shed, none of which had been on Robert’s side. He hoped this night would go in his favor this time.

OOCSorry if I ramble about Robert a lot. Was kind of lost, never posted while hiding in a blanket lol