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Post by Dawnwings on Aug 18, 2006 10:41:24 GMT -5
Katarn strolled through the camp, his grey eyes shifting from group to group as he passed. he was looking for someone, although he wasn't sure who. Dressed in typical Dark army uniform, he'd washed his normally blond hair in a mix of crushed river weed and vinear, giving it a dirty brown appearance that was quite natural. In this camp, he answered to Lerik, a name borrowed from a former acquaintence. It was just a shame said acquaintence had tried to interfere in his appointment as Master's Apprentice. It meant an extra four or more years learning, but once he was done, Katarn would be eligble of the presitgious postition. Not that it bothered him either way, he just liked to learn. And liked that Lerik was now of of his aliases instead of an annoying aristo.
Passing a group of men, he nodded, made the expected greetings and meandered on to the campfires where he could raise his voice in song and be lost in the crowd.
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Post by Phantasy on Aug 18, 2006 10:51:09 GMT -5
Panicking, Loril had never attempted to breach the camps and he felt a sudden wave of pain and decided to desert the idea for today, he went to make his get away, but he wasn't intending on crossing someone in the mean time. Staring up at the lady he turned his shocked expression into a grim smile. The problem was that he could not make up a story, I mean, he wasn't even appropriately dressed.
Cursing himself yet again, he really had to break that habit, the whole nervous thing, he fumbled for his knife, and drew the jagged blade, nearly throwing it across the clearing in the gesture. He smiled, musing himself for the moment before his steely gaze returned to Seera. It was not clever or smart. Was this to be the demise of Loril the demon? Oh so early on in this life? He’d run out of chances this time. Most probably.
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Post by Christa (htmlkid) on Aug 18, 2006 10:54:22 GMT -5
Seera stared at him, blinking. "And you are?" She asked, slightly confused. Was this guy seriously a spy? Obviously, by his reaction, he was, but he sure didn't act like one.
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Post by Phantasy on Aug 18, 2006 10:58:11 GMT -5
/So today is not my day? Make my chance back with a smart remark?/ He needed a smart remark to give one back, and today, was definately not Loril's day. Cursing in his own language out loud he tipped his head sideways, his eerie eyes staring at her blankly. He would refused to talk. Maybe it would annoy her? And then again, maybe not.
Thinking logically about just running was not Loril's style, he had to make a proper exit, or atleast a cunning one, or a smart, but foolish remark before leaving his prey alone. He was a demon, but all he could think about was, well, nothing much. He should be on the dark side shouldn't he? No. He convinced himself not to think like that and continued to stare at her.
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Post by Dawnwings on Aug 18, 2006 10:59:04 GMT -5
Sensing that something was wrong, namely because the man next to him had stopped singing and was looking back towards the tents, Katarn got to his feet and made his way towards the woman. Once he realised who she was, his apparently inebriated stumbling suddenly became real. By all the colours of the Light, what in the name of Dades was Loril doing there? Faced with such unfortunate circumstances, Katarn launched himself at Loril.
"Padiat, what're ya doin' 'ere ya old mongrel?" the words slurred and shuddered through his newly found accent. With all the wit of a common drunkard, Katarn grinned up at Serra.
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Post by Christa (htmlkid) on Aug 18, 2006 11:00:19 GMT -5
"Not talking are we?" 'He's worse that I thought,' Seera thought. "Alright then," She said with a sadistic grin. "I'll just take you for a spy, and give you the corresponding punishment." At that she drew her whip with a sickening crack, it's black fibers and steel rings glinting in the sunlight.
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Post by Dawnwings on Aug 18, 2006 11:08:30 GMT -5
"'Ang on there," Katarn spluttered, "'e aint no spy, gods, Padiat wouldn' 'ave the brains for it!" he turned to Loril, "sorry old friend, but it's the truf and ya knows it." Katarn shook his head, "I bet ya just wandered over 'ere to see what I was up ta. 'E aint got a side yet," he added conspiritorially to Serra, "but you just watch, I'll convince 'im." With that, Katarn started to push Loril away, keeping his role as drunkard lowlife convincing. There were times when he was sure the men in his charge were sent to try to get him killed...
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Post by Christa (htmlkid) on Aug 18, 2006 11:11:04 GMT -5
"Whoah, hold up there," Seera said, still grinning as she followed them. "Who are you? Both of you."
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Post by Dawnwings on Aug 18, 2006 11:34:01 GMT -5
Blinking, Katarn swung around, pulling Loril with him. "I'm Lerik ma'am, I joined this 'ere army months back and right proud of it i am. This, is my esteemed comrade Padiat 'o 'asn't decided which side 'e's for, but I garantee, 'es' as liekly as the next fella 'o walks inta camp ta pick us." Kartan grinend in his stupid manner, his features subltey arranged to he appeared much dumber than a common drunkard and much more like a grunt. Of course, how grunts learnt human speach was anyone's guess...
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Post by Funkers on Aug 18, 2006 11:47:59 GMT -5
Rose looked around the camp before sighing. She had better things to do. She was the general, shouldn't she be planning something but she didn't. She could slack off sometimes but when she needed to work, she worked hard.
Her gaze shifted between a few people before laying her eyes on a few spies who had snuck into the camp. The others seemed to have been doing it well so she just sat against a post, twidling her fingers as she sat there. A thick peice of hair fell in front of her eyes and she quickly blew it from her face and eyed the camp again with black eyes as she leaned her head back against the post.
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Post by Phantasy on Aug 19, 2006 4:30:56 GMT -5
Loril raised an eyebrow, not getting any of this. He stared blankly at him, frowning still. This was not his day still, and he had no idea what either of them were on about, but he figured that Lerik was trying to cover up for him. He allowed himself to be pushed around.
Cursing inwardly as he saw she had followed. Did she know? If she did he was as good as dead and that was definately not part of his plan today.
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Post by Christa (htmlkid) on Aug 20, 2006 16:27:02 GMT -5
"So then, where are your tents?" She said, trying to find a way to test the two. She still thought they acted rather odd... "I've been doing random inspections, but it's usually nicer just to ask." After this, she would look in the register for their names, but that was a last resort because it was a very VERY big book.
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Post by Dawnwings on Aug 23, 2006 0:07:59 GMT -5
"Well," Katarn said, quickly running through the layout of the camp and which tents he knew had been unoccupied without notice. "I'll shows ya I will, and Padiat 'ere is gonna be stayin' wiv me 'cause 'e 'asn't joined proper yet ya see." With a grin, he grabbed a pack off the ground near by, one that he's planted before just in case. "This is 'is stuff ya see. Come on then." Katarn kept his hold on Loril and marched towards the tent he'd made his own, on the opposite side of the camp to his stash of other uniforms and such.
As they walked, he leant heavily on Loril, talking to him without moving his lips. "You want to live, you just agree to anything I say and don't look surprised even once. Because if you don't, and I have to abandon this camp, I will make sure that what the Dark would do to you looks like a child's attempts. And I make no idle threats." Having delivered that little spiel, Katarn started laughing, then launched into a bawdy tale told recently about the campfire. If Loril went to speak, he'd punch him, or thump him on the back, apparently good natuerdly or stumble into him in a moment of renewed intoxication.
Katarn was not to risk his life for such a stupid man, and he wasn't going to risk the Light's victory either. Not since he felt that satin shimmer in his blood that made h im shiver with delight. Carefully, he pushed any thoughts of the Rose into the abyss of his mind. No one would find out about her from him.
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Post by Christa (htmlkid) on Aug 23, 2006 15:46:09 GMT -5
"Very well, I shall see you around camp," Seera said, with a final thin smile as she turned and walked away. She'd be keeping an eye on them, they could count on that.
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Post by Dawnwings on Aug 24, 2006 5:08:13 GMT -5
Katarn was almost stunned at how easily the supposed spy-master had given the into the charge of her lesser men. He had no illusions that their weren't spies among the Dark's own ranks, falmes, he had men in the Light doing the same thing. Which meant he could deal with Loirl...
"Thank ya ma'am, we'll be 'avin' a lil chat 'bout 'oh things are done 'round 'ere," he replied, snapping a salute and clobbering Loril as he did. The man was useless in the Dark camp... A good thing he had a message to send back to Dronovarn, the useless spy could get that far without getting caught, hopefully.
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