Vaire
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Be carefull what you wish for!
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Post by Vaire on Jul 11, 2005 21:48:55 GMT
It was evening and Vaire had told Arwen, that she had to leave Gondor tonight to send word to Arnor from Lord Garland. Arwen insisted that she and Vaire stay together in the Kings and Queens chamber before she had to go. They drank a glas of wine and were chatting as so often. A servant came and asked for Arwen, because there was a problem with the cook and she laughed and said to Vaire, she would be right back. She put her glas on the table and went with the servant to cool the temper in the staff, for she know, if the cook had a problem it was somebody picking on his meals. He was a proud man and didn't liked to be critizised at all.
Vaire waited until Arwen left the room and than she started to look examined the cubbords and drawers of the King. She found his desk with the seals of Gondor, official paper, but the drawers were locked. Vaire wasn't panict, just disapointed and went to the wardrobe to finger for a key. The garment of the King hang there, but he had left and taken his keys with him. Vaire went over to Arwens wardrobe and found finally what she was looking for. A bound with different sized keys, which looked exactly as if one could fit into the desc drawer. She went back and tried and smirked when she heared the sound of the unlocking. In the upper drawer she found paper roles with the seal of Gondor, big and bright on their surface and she took one and locked the drawer again. Quick put she the key back into Arwens pocket.
In this moment the door opened and Arwen came in. She saw Vaire at the wardrobe and smiled. If Vaire liked to borrow a dress of her, she asked and Vaire answered with a bright smile, that she would love to do so. Arwen hugged her friend and hold one of the dresses against Vaire. She smiled and said it would suit her pretty face and she should take it, if she liked. Vaire put the dress on and really it suited her well. Both women laughed and Vaire kissed Arwen and fairwell. Vaire walked to her chamber, put the dress off and took it with the document in a little bag together with the small bottle. Than she left the citadel and walked through the beginning night.
Not far from the stables, she hided into the shadows, changed the dress and took her bottle out of the bag and swallowed the liquid. It burned running down her throad, but Vaire didn't care about that. She felt strangely dizzy and her skin seemed to loose its shape. The bones in her face started to hurt and to shift. But than she saw that her blonde hair went dark like Arwens and when she touched her face, it didn't feel like hers anymore. She looked into a water bucket and out looked Arwen. Vaire grinned. The spell worked. Now she could leave the shadow and walk as Arwen through the streets of the city. She remembered the meeting point with Yoko and headed right to it.
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Post by Yoko on Jul 11, 2005 22:34:15 GMT
Yoko the masked assassin leaped down from a building top, landing gracefully. From either side of him emerged a large Haradrim soliders. "Yoko yoko," Yoko said.
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Vaire
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Post by Vaire on Jul 11, 2005 22:43:57 GMT
Vaire stoped in front of him. "When do we know, he is coming? Is he coming already?" she wispered to Yoko. Suddenly she heard steps behind her and turned he head, but she couldn't see anybody.
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Post by Yoko on Jul 11, 2005 22:49:50 GMT
Yoko shrugged, brought his hand up, and moved it about like a walking person as if to say, 'he could be coming or he could not be. I do not know,' and then sat down on the ground, closed his masked eyes, and appeared to meditate, but then sprang up again, his actions coneying the message, 'wait for the right moment, then move,' but the only words that passed from his lips were, "Yoko yoko."
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Vaire
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Post by Vaire on Jul 11, 2005 22:53:59 GMT
Vaire nodded and pulled the document out of the bag. "I got only this, I don't know if it is what your Master wants," she said. She hold it towards him and the light of the street lamp catched the seal of Gondor.
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Post by Yoko on Jul 11, 2005 22:58:12 GMT
Yoko took the paper and looked at it, and literally jumped up and down with joy saying, "Yoko yoko!" . The Haradrim to his left and right looked at each other with a surprised look on their faces but kept silent.
OOC: From here we should probably wait for Aaron
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Post by Envin on Jul 12, 2005 9:34:16 GMT
Aragorn was walking home from the White Tower Pub of an evening, and came to a shortcut of which he knew, that led through a side street to the Citadel. He was in a goodly mood, having had several mugs of his favorite ale, and winning a game of darts against Legolas, a surprise to both of them.
But when he came in his walk to a corner in the street, there he saw his wife standing in the shadows, her hand outstretched into the light, so that he might just descry what she held in her hand. His breath caught. It was a roll of parchment that he had composed just earlier, and on it were set forth many things of high import to Gondor. He suddenly felt without the effects of the ale, and his pace quickened, that he could glance around the corner.
The dim light of a window shone upon the face of an odd man, outlandishly clothed, and Aragorn saw the man slip the roll into his pocket. The twain seemed not to notice him: Arwen slipped into the shadows of a nearby lane, and the man legged it down the street. For a moment Aragorn stood perfectly balanced between to two, but Arwen he might confront at a later date; he must needs retrieve the parchment.
Yoko was a stealthy fellow and a swift, but he knew not the ways and secret slots of Minas Tirith as its lord did, and by devious design Aragorn managed to follow him without being heard: he had clomb up to the rooftops, shedding his cloak, and just ere Yoko prepared to leave the lane, Aragorn let himself down from a tall house by a nearby trellis, his northern Ranger skills rendering him nearly silent. The only sound Yoko heard was the ring of a drawn blade, and found a knife held about his throat.
"More than a common thief, I trust," slithered Aragorn. "'Twould be a pity to be forced to clean my blade for such a one. Give me that parchment."
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Post by Yoko on Jul 12, 2005 12:38:01 GMT
"Yoko yoko," he said and pulled out a small clay orb which he threw onto the ground. The alleyway was lit up as if four suns had decided to combine their power in one milisecond long flash of light on that one spot. In the one milisecond, Yoko slipped out of the King's grasp and made to run down the street once again.
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Post by Envin on Jul 12, 2005 13:14:49 GMT
Aragorn reeled at the shock of such a dastadly device, and his eyes streamed with tears. Through them he espied the theif slipping full speed down the street. He gritted his teeth against the pain, and ran in pursuit. Little could he see clearly, even though his vision was returning, and followed Yoko's swift-moving form. At the last as the side-street neared a large by-way, Aragorn threw himself into a full leap, and cleared nine full feet ere he landed on Yoko's legs and knocked them both down. They scrambled to get up, and Aragorn swept his bright blade from its sheath, cutting off the avenue of escape and watching warily for the appearance of more orbs.
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Post by Yoko on Jul 12, 2005 15:03:09 GMT
Yoko pulled out a piece of paper bound with a seal and offered it to Aragorn saying, "Yoko yoko." Then he took an orb out of another pocket, threw it on the ground, and a large amount of smoke billowed forth when the powder inside mixed with the air. Yoko made another attempt to run away and leaped onto a nearby roof.
OOC: The paper is a fake replica. Yes, Yoko came prepared for anything and everything.
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Post by Envin on Jul 12, 2005 16:42:47 GMT
Aragorn took the paper, surprised at the quick surrender of this villain, but then his hopes were dashed when the smoke billowed about him and again his eyes began to water. But, he saw the direction of Yoko - ere he shut his eyelids to keep the smoke from them, and he moved after him. He heard his leap and his land, and thought perhaps he was away from the smoke. He ventured to open his eyes and was indeed in the clear; Yoko was moving swiftly away out of the High King's reach, but swift as a snake Aragorn swept his curved knife from his belt again. Taking careful aim, he led Yoko's run and let fly the knife. With such precision was it thrown that came flying at Yoko's ankle as he ran, where the tender muscle pulled the bone into motion, and the knife found its mark.
Aragorn grinned at his fortune and leapt onto the roof after him, his feet a'flying and Anduril blazing pale in the moonlight. Soon he approached the niggardly thief.
{I'm assuming you jumped onto a roof below you, since Minas Tirith is built on levels, and it'd be difficult for even Yoko to leap a whole storey straight up. Correct me if I'm wrong.}
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Post by Yoko on Jul 12, 2005 18:16:46 GMT
Yoko fell to the ground. Behind Aragorn, something laughed and there stood Yoko. Upon careful observation, it appeared that the Yoko on the ground was in fact not the real one, but a copy who had switched places with Yoko amidst the smoke. The real Yoko waved the paper in front of the King's face before stowing it away again and backflipping down yet another level with a loud, "Yoko yoko!"
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Post by Envin on Jul 12, 2005 18:39:58 GMT
Aragorn growled at the impudence of the petulant, mimish thief and swiped at him with Andúril, but Yoko's backflip took him out of range, onto the ground, and down to yet another roof. Aragorn took off after him, leaping high off the roof and landing rolling onto the ground. Yoko was legging it across a tile roof hard by, and Aragorn saw him and ran in pursuit again. The gate was still several levels distant, but to depart the city Yoko would have to pass it, or at least the walls. Aragorn bellowed to the guards on the gate, gesturing at Yoko, and they immediately took his meaning. The gate was soon swung shut, and keen-eyed Ranger archers filed out onto the walls, bows primed to fire, though the intruder was still outside of range. A stout band of swordsmen ran after Yoko as well.
Aragorn, however, came to a corner where a tall house stood, and thinking swiftly snatched up a long trailing curtain and swung across a great gap which Yoko had impertinently leapt ahead of him. The curtain let out as Aragorn flew, and would have sent him flying as it came out of its housing, but in the nick of time Aragorn landed only a few paces ahead of Yoko and aimed a hefty boot-kick at his stomach.
{You crack me up, man. Atoll has returned.}
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Post by Yoko on Jul 12, 2005 18:49:21 GMT
Yoko flew backwards and landed against a wall. He smashed the window next to him and leaped through it, bursting out seconds later carrying a large bowl from the kitchen within. Yoko leaped off the roof onto the streets, and into the bowl which he used as a sled as he went downhill. He threw out two orbs at the approaching guards, which held powders that would cause uncontrolable coughing and sneezing in those that inhaled them. "Yoko Yoko!"
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Post by Envin on Jul 12, 2005 19:50:06 GMT
The orbs burst right near the mass of troops, and straightway they began to cough and retch, one of them vomiting right in his comrade's ear and another sneezing in the eye of a fourth. For a moment they were distracted, but Aragorn was not to be so easily deterred by an irritating mime. He snarled and leapt after Yoko, not straight down the road, but leaping from awning to awning as he went, bouncing high and far upon the byway above Yoko, nearly abreast of him. At the last awning he bounced uncommonly hard and flew high ahead of his quarry. He landed near a merchant's cart of wine casks, and cut the rope holding them in. The merchant ran out of his shop yelling and waving his fist, but stopped abruptly and stumbled into the mud to avoid Yoko. The casks settled themselves right across Yoko's path, right as the bowl-rider neared them, and Aragorn sprang atop them in the chance that Yoko should attempt a leap over them. "Yoko no go," he taunted, sword dancing.
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