ascottk on 17/11/2005 at 02:33
. . . "Who are you?" asked Garrett.
"Do not be concerned about who I am. Concern yourself with the offer I'll soon present to you," replied the stranger in an icy tone that reminded Garrett of a certain character he'd rather forget.
jtr7 on 23/11/2005 at 05:33
Two stories above, crouched within the cold umbrage of a granite mezzanine, Mr. Feiht gave his head a slight shake.
theBlackman on 23/11/2005 at 07:09
That deserves a ROTFLMAO :thumb:
Esme on 23/11/2005 at 12:48
Garrett said "Look I've had enough of strange people asking me to steal wierd artifacts it always and I do mean always bites me on the bum, I end up rich .... hm, my friends get killed, I end up rich .... hmm, I have to risk my life praying that the game has been saved and I end up rich .... oh taff it whats the job, I don't care who you are"
the stranger, taken aback said "Game ? saved ?, verily thy mode of speech is most strange"
"pot, kettle, kettle, pot" muttered garrett in a mid western accent
the stranger led Garrett into a large circular room, around which were placed twelve high backed chairs with covered sides, the sort old people use to keep out the draft, between the chairs were lit candles providing the only illumination in the room so that when Garrett stood in the centre of the room he could be seen but the identity of those in the chairs remained hidden.
"please remain where you are Mr Garrett, there are several archers placed around the room should you approach us" said a voice from one of the chairs
"oh great, why do I do this to myself every taffing time" muttered garrett resignedly
"we have a job for you" said another voice
"will I be paid" said garrett, immediately interested
"naturally" said a voice
"will there be invulnerable slimy betentacled monsters breathing fire, belching acid and farting noxious fumes, that strangely I will be able crouch and avoid their attacks as they will aim at head height ?" queried garrett
the group muttered to each other for a few minutes, garrett could not make out the words, then one said "erm ... yes"
"mighty chasms ? evil warlocks ? lots of torches and conveniently dropped weapons and sources of water arrows ?"
"um yes... look how do you kn" began the same member of the group
"you guys want the Arkelle of Flenge, don't you ?"
This time the muttering was louder and longer, finally one said "how do you know of these things?"
"I stole it last week, go to see Virrin the fence at 22c Dripping Lane, he'll sell it to you for a reasonable price ... if he hasn't melted it down yet" at which Garrett turned and left
The twelve sat in stunned silence at this revelation, the Arkelle of Flenge was in their grasp, and no one had had to die, no mighty deeds had had to be performed, no oracles had had to be consulted ... frankly it was a bit of a disappointment, although the word 'had' got a bit of a workout, the group liked short words, finally one voice said "I told you we didn't need so many candles, look quick blow them out we might be able to sell them as slightly used or fire damaged or something" another voice wearily said "oh do shut up tarquil you're always whining on about something or other"
Garrett wondered how he knew this as he was no longer present, then he opened his eyes and the stranger was in front of him once more.
"wha... th.." he attempted to exclaim, his tongue felt thick, he drank from a proffered bowl and was finally able to speak "you drugged me ?"
"just a little mushroom dust to befuddle the senses Mr Garrett I do apologize, however as you can see I have many fine things and as I would like to keep them I do not want you knowing where I live, now to business"
jtr7 on 23/11/2005 at 22:24
:cool: :p :D
Fig455 on 24/11/2005 at 04:27
"I have a job for you", the Man said.
"Why me?" asked Garrett, "Why not one of the other cutpurses or footpads in The City?"
"Let's just say this job requires your 'delicate touch'", the man replied
Drunken Cricket on 24/11/2005 at 04:48
Garrett responds "I need a drink..."
(edited because I didn't notice a different thread getting closed)
Esme on 25/11/2005 at 16:54
"please help yourself to some brandy" said the stranger
Garrett began to pour a generous measure
"the people I represent, wish you to steal the truth for them"
Garrett missed the glass "did I just hear you correctly ? you want me to steal the truth ? How? even I can't steal a concept"
"perhaps I should explain, they require that certain events of recent history be interpreted in a more .... truthful light by the people at large, there has been a plot; successfully executed, by which certain people have risen in station at the expense of the reputation and station of others"
Garrett swallowed the brandy and interrupted "I'm not in the business of settling scores, if your 'associates' have been wronged then they can take their own revenge, and you still havent told me who you are"
"sadly my 'associates' cannot take revenge as they are dead"
Garrett stood his patience gone "if they are dead then how do you know all this ? for the last time WHO THE TAFF ARE YOU"
"I am the necromancer" stated the stranger and took a small bow "did you enjoy the brandy ?"
jtr7 on 25/11/2005 at 21:31
"Azaran the Cruel? That was a cruel prank you played, anywa--"
"No," the stranger interrupted, waving his hand in a dismissive gesture, "I'm not that hack Azaran. He killed himself completely in his attempt to master un-life. No... I'm--"
An arrow to the throat shut him up. Garrett whirled around. He heard the necromancer fall to the ground with a muttered curse. He couldn't see anyone, but he spotted several places where the arrow may have been loosed from. There was a scraping sound above. Garrett sprang to the nearest doorway. He heard an angry moaning from behind as he tried the handle. Locked! He glanced back at the necromancer's body while fumbling for the lockpicks. The stranger became strangest when Garrett watched the wounded man pull the shaft bloodlessly from his throat.
"It still hurts like mad," the man gurgled, rolling over.
dlw6 on 1/12/2005 at 04:43
"That's it," Garret growled, "I'm out of here. Thanks for the brandy, but you must have heard that I don't like dealing with the undead."
