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Earendil Halfelven · 12-19-2003, 08:45 PM

Jythralo climbed into the awaiting carriage. It was almost dusk when his carriage passed through the gate of Umbar. It stopped and he leaned out the window and said something to the guards. The officer in charge nodded and Doran passed through and the carriage faded into the fading light. Many assumed he was fleeing Umbar because the threats against his life were becoming too real, that it was no longer safe.
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Adeline looked through the curtains of the front window. She didn't feel safe, especially after the dead guards and bloody knife were found on her front doorstep. Devon and the others wanted her to go into Doran's mansion and find information about his plans, but how could she go in their now? The corsairs knew where she lived and had sent her a personal message. A little too personal.

"Mother, I can't stand it anymore! We need to leave. Its been two days since those men were killed on our doorstep, and I just don't feel comfortable."

Her mother's reply came from upstairs. "Adeline, please stop worrying."

Father would know how to deal with Doran,she thought. Her mind wandered back to thoughts of her father...

Her mother, Rhoswen, sat upstairs in her room, worried. She didn't know what to do? Where were they going to go if they left? After a few moments of thinking, she figured that they could stay at an inn. At least, there, they would be with other peoppple.

"Adeline..." she called. Suddenly, downstairs, she heard a crash of breaking glass, a muffled scream, and then the sound of the door being kicked in. Then, silence.

She stood there, stunned. Rhoswen stood in her doorway, staring down the staircase. Silence. "Adeline!" she called, but there was no answer. She made her way slowly downstairs. The curtains rustled in the window. Glass lay shattered on the floor, and the door lay broken in the street. Adeline was gone.
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Devon, Calnan, and Callath left their favorite inn. The night was dark and quieter than usual. The new curfew laws were to thank for that. They turned a corner and headed towards Devon's home.

"I don't know why we're walking back. Why don't we find a carriage or something?" Calnan asked.

"What are the odds that we're going to find one tonight, especially with the new laws?" Devon said.

At that moment, they heard a horse neigh behind them and a carriage came into view. It came closer and they saw that a man of about 60 years of age was the driver. Devon raised his hand in greeting.

"Friend, would you mind giving us a ride in your carriage if you have any room?"

The man stopped and looked at them.
"Aye, I'll help ya." He smiled. "Don't mind some of me friends in the back. They'll won't bother ya."

They three boys nodded their thanks and climbed in. As soon as the door shut, a fist slammed into the face of the ambassador's son. He slumped over into the lap of his attacker, unconcious. Soon, Calnan and Callath lay on the floor. They were quickly gagged and their heads were covered with black burlap bags. Their hands were tied behind them.

"This time, I didn't fail," Jurex said with a sneer. He pushed Devon off of his lap and quickly gagged, tied, and hooded the boy. He nodded to the three others with him. His hand was a little sore from that knock-out he gave Devon but that didn't stop the enthusiasm from showing in his voice.

He called to the driver. "Let's go."
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Jurex sat in the driver's seat of another wagon. The guided the horses to the gate entrance. Guards blocked his path.

"Where do you think your headed?" the commanding officer asked.

"Councilman Doran, I assumed, as told you that some of his baggage will be following him to his townhouse?" Jurex asked.

The officer looked into the back of the wagon where four large trunks lay. The mark of Jythralo Doran lay on them.

"Aye, he did. You may pass."

"Much obliged, friend. Much obliged..." Jurex smiled and snapped the reins. The horses started forward. The night grew darker as clouds covered the moon.

12-19-2003, 08:45 PM	#46
Earendil Halfelven Wight Join Date: Dec 2002 Location: the dark recesses of the mind Posts: 223	Jythralo climbed into the awaiting carriage. It was almost dusk when his carriage passed through the gate of Umbar. It stopped and he leaned out the window and said something to the guards. The officer in charge nodded and Doran passed through and the carriage faded into the fading light. Many assumed he was fleeing Umbar because the threats against his life were becoming too real, that it was no longer safe. _____________________________________________ Adeline looked through the curtains of the front window. She didn't feel safe, especially after the dead guards and bloody knife were found on her front doorstep. Devon and the others wanted her to go into Doran's mansion and find information about his plans, but how could she go in their now? The corsairs knew where she lived and had sent her a personal message. A little too personal. "Mother, I can't stand it anymore! We need to leave. Its been two days since those men were killed on our doorstep, and I just don't feel comfortable." Her mother's reply came from upstairs. "Adeline, please stop worrying." Father would know how to deal with Doran,she thought. Her mind wandered back to thoughts of her father... Her mother, Rhoswen, sat upstairs in her room, worried. She didn't know what to do? Where were they going to go if they left? After a few moments of thinking, she figured that they could stay at an inn. At least, there, they would be with other peoppple. "Adeline..." she called. Suddenly, downstairs, she heard a crash of breaking glass, a muffled scream, and then the sound of the door being kicked in. Then, silence. She stood there, stunned. Rhoswen stood in her doorway, staring down the staircase. Silence. "Adeline!" she called, but there was no answer. She made her way slowly downstairs. The curtains rustled in the window. Glass lay shattered on the floor, and the door lay broken in the street. Adeline was gone. _____________________________________________ Devon, Calnan, and Callath left their favorite inn. The night was dark and quieter than usual. The new curfew laws were to thank for that. They turned a corner and headed towards Devon's home. "I don't know why we're walking back. Why don't we find a carriage or something?" Calnan asked. "What are the odds that we're going to find one tonight, especially with the new laws?" Devon said. At that moment, they heard a horse neigh behind them and a carriage came into view. It came closer and they saw that a man of about 60 years of age was the driver. Devon raised his hand in greeting. "Friend, would you mind giving us a ride in your carriage if you have any room?" The man stopped and looked at them. "Aye, I'll help ya." He smiled. "Don't mind some of me friends in the back. They'll won't bother ya." They three boys nodded their thanks and climbed in. As soon as the door shut, a fist slammed into the face of the ambassador's son. He slumped over into the lap of his attacker, unconcious. Soon, Calnan and Callath lay on the floor. They were quickly gagged and their heads were covered with black burlap bags. Their hands were tied behind them. "This time, I didn't fail," Jurex said with a sneer. He pushed Devon off of his lap and quickly gagged, tied, and hooded the boy. He nodded to the three others with him. His hand was a little sore from that knock-out he gave Devon but that didn't stop the enthusiasm from showing in his voice. He called to the driver. "Let's go." _____________________________________________ Jurex sat in the driver's seat of another wagon. The guided the horses to the gate entrance. Guards blocked his path. "Where do you think your headed?" the commanding officer asked. "Councilman Doran, I assumed, as told you that some of his baggage will be following him to his townhouse?" Jurex asked. The officer looked into the back of the wagon where four large trunks lay. The mark of Jythralo Doran lay on them. "Aye, he did. You may pass." "Much obliged, friend. Much obliged..." Jurex smiled and snapped the reins. The horses started forward. The night grew darker as clouds covered the moon. __________________ In nomini domine saboath sui filique ite ad infernos.