"You look tired Old-timer" Leonard jokes.
"Who are these three?" Shatter asks
"Three of the Redhawk cubs. There not that bothersome, as long as they're entertained. Its Squire Sean thats worring me."
"Whats he done?" Shatter asks.
"He asked me to cook for him."
Both of them double over laughing.
"Let me get this strait." Leonard intones, "He lets you, Changeling
Darksong� Jester, Gypsy, Scoundrel, Rogue, Ner-Do-Well and Assassin
for the hire, cook for
him."
"Yes."
"Sounds like Thoron." Shatter replys.
"But at least he's smart enough not to let me cook for him."
"So how much have you poisoned him?" Leonard ask.
"I haven't."
"YET." We all say, laughing at our own joke.
"There is one problem. Squire Sean seems to be vexed."
"As in."
"He's seeing things that are not there."
"Ok" Shatter scratches his head.
"So the squire's gone mad huh? You think you can save him or should I chop him up and feed him to the dragon." Leonard smiles evilly.
"No. Anyway, if he's going mad because of being turn into a werewolf, we'll just hmmm... just..."
"Just what???"
"I'm not sure yet, lets see how long he can hold his humanity and his
sanity."
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Roaming the streets of Daharahn, I find myself at the home compound
a some foreign dignitary. Aproaching the main gate is easy. getting through
in my present form
proves to be a bit more difficult. A large man identifying himself
only as ROCKHOUND turns me away as if I am some kind of vagrant. HOW DARE
HE. I am
beautiful in this body. He should have been mezmorized by my countenance.
I shall try again in a different body. It should be easy enoough to do.
Hell, this Sean
person has o fledgling of my kind as a serving wench. He has not the
power in his whole body that I have in my little finger.� I find myself
floating on leather like wings
across the wall as if it were nothing. I land on the roof of what appears
to be the guard barracks. My infiltration will require another costume
change; a mouse
methinks, will serve best now. I find a crack in the shingles an force
myself through.
Safe and unnoticed i find myself roaming the halls in search of my bounty.�
Poking my nose under a door I see him, MY VICTIM. Finn McGinn, Master Boob.
Useless hunk of human flesh. I can think of better things to fill his
lungs with than the air he breathes. Oh! what a novel idea. I turn myself
into a fine mist and float
across the floor towards my sleeping victim. He has fallen asleep on
a letter he was writting. I hope he powdered the ink, lest the words find
themselves printed on his
face backwards. OH well. It won't matter in a moment. Carefully I enter
his nostrils. My destination, his lungs. Once there I think I'll change
again, but into what?
Suddenly he wakes eyes wide open, clutching his chest and coughing,
for I felt the need to fill his lungs with ice cold water. He thrashes
around on the desk for
something. I know not what. He staggers to and through the door into
the balcony overlooking the hall below. At the instant I feel him loosing
consiousness, I feel
myself getting a bit misty eyed. As he falls face first into the stone
floor twenty feet below I feel the need to disguise myself as his dying
breath and leave through the
crack that was my entryway.
As I hear the alarm sounding inside the building I find myself floating
into the night sky on the same leather like wings that carried me so effortlessly
across the wall
only a short time ago.
The night air is so warm. I think I'll ride it awhile.
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My evenings relaxation is disturbed by the sounding of some form of allarm from the gusrds quarters, and my consience screaming like a school girl.
� SCREE, SCREE, SCREE
"Rockhound has sent me for you master Sean, come quickly!"
"What is going on?"
"The bard, Master Finn, is dead."
"WHAT?!"
On the way out the door I grab my sword and follow the guard to the
barracks. In the midst of a large puddle of blood is my fellow guard officer
Finn. Or what
looks to be him from the jawline down.
"What happened?!"
"He came out of his room. He appeared to be choking. Then he fell head first over the rail.�h
"Secure the body. The Sultan of this city owes our king a favor or two.
Go to him in my name and get a healer that can fix this. TELL HIM not what
has happened,
just make sure the healer can ressurect a sick man, should he die before
you return."
"But the King arrives day after tomorrow. In his court is someone who can do it then."
"Do you want to let him lay around and rot for two days. Besides I would like to have a resolution to this to give to the King and Captain TEY, before they get here."
Upon examination of his quarters we found an unfinished letter and a
one line not that read only, MURDER.
The letter was smeared in places and covered partially by ink that
had been spilled on it. All I could read was the following.
"You will NEVER touch the crown. Not in this world, or the next. Lord K..."
Ink splattered all over the page made anything else illegible.
"ROCKHOUND!,� Lock this place down. Until the king arrives NO ONE
gets inside this compound without my permission.� Double the watches
and log all
attempts at entry. NO ONE gets in without my permission."
"If they try anyway?"
"KILL THEM"
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