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Earendil Halfelven · 06-13-2003, 09:20 PM

Baroden emerged from his hiding place from within the bowels of the ship. He had been hiding in the cargo bay, eating his rations and avoiding those that came down. Now, with the approaching storm, he knew it was his time to strike.

Then, without warning, the cargo bay opened.
In walked a man and by his clothing, Baroden knew he was of high rank. The man looked up, startled.

"Who are you?" he demanded. Baroden did not answer.

"I said, who are you? Answer quickly or I shall sound the alarm!" the man demanded.

"And who are you?" Baroden asked.

The man seemed shocked at the question. His chest puffed out as he answered, "I am Mr. Johann Yazven. Now answer me!"

"I am your death!" Baroden said. And, before Yazven could say anything else, Baroden drew a dagger with his right hand. With his left, he covered the man's mouth. He cut the man's throat, slitting the jugular vein. Baroden was careful not to get any blood on him as he held Mr. Johann Yazven until he stopped struggling. After a few minutes, the man was dead.

He hid the body among the crates and wiped his dagger clean on the man's clothes. It was time to make his appearance.
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Turthôl sat up on the quarter deck and chewed his licorice. Wren sat beside him but the two didn't talk. It was the first time that they didn't crack jokes and trade insults at eachother. It was peaceful, and Turthôl enjoyed it. That is until he saw the storm clouds.

As the waves became bigger and the ship began to rock, Turthôl's stomach began to heave, again.

"I'm going below decks again. My stomach's acting up," he said. Turthôl and his last licorice stick went down to his quarters.

Ani Dao came up and said, "I suggest all of you get down to your quarters. This is going to be a bad one." Then she turned and yelled," ALL HANDS ON DECK!" The passangers began going below as the crew came up.

As he entered the hallway, he passed a man coming up from the cargo bay. The man stopped him and asked, "Do you know where Master Rangar is at, sir?"

"Yes. He's up on deck," Turthôl answered.

"Thank you, sir," the man said and continued walking. Turthôl thought a moment. He didn't recognize the man. Oh well, he hadn't taken the time to get to know the crew anyways. Turthôl shrugged and headed to his cabin.

06-13-2003, 09:20 PM	#198
Earendil Halfelven Wight Join Date: Dec 2002 Location: the dark recesses of the mind Posts: 223	Baroden emerged from his hiding place from within the bowels of the ship. He had been hiding in the cargo bay, eating his rations and avoiding those that came down. Now, with the approaching storm, he knew it was his time to strike. Then, without warning, the cargo bay opened. In walked a man and by his clothing, Baroden knew he was of high rank. The man looked up, startled. "Who are you?" he demanded. Baroden did not answer. "I said, who are you? Answer quickly or I shall sound the alarm!" the man demanded. "And who are you?" Baroden asked. The man seemed shocked at the question. His chest puffed out as he answered, "I am Mr. Johann Yazven. Now answer me!" "I am your death!" Baroden said. And, before Yazven could say anything else, Baroden drew a dagger with his right hand. With his left, he covered the man's mouth. He cut the man's throat, slitting the jugular vein. Baroden was careful not to get any blood on him as he held Mr. Johann Yazven until he stopped struggling. After a few minutes, the man was dead. He hid the body among the crates and wiped his dagger clean on the man's clothes. It was time to make his appearance. _____________________________________________ Turthôl sat up on the quarter deck and chewed his licorice. Wren sat beside him but the two didn't talk. It was the first time that they didn't crack jokes and trade insults at eachother. It was peaceful, and Turthôl enjoyed it. That is until he saw the storm clouds. As the waves became bigger and the ship began to rock, Turthôl's stomach began to heave, again. "I'm going below decks again. My stomach's acting up," he said. Turthôl and his last licorice stick went down to his quarters. Ani Dao came up and said, "I suggest all of you get down to your quarters. This is going to be a bad one." Then she turned and yelled," ALL HANDS ON DECK!" The passangers began going below as the crew came up. As he entered the hallway, he passed a man coming up from the cargo bay. The man stopped him and asked, "Do you know where Master Rangar is at, sir?" "Yes. He's up on deck," Turthôl answered. "Thank you, sir," the man said and continued walking. Turthôl thought a moment. He didn't recognize the man. Oh well, he hadn't taken the time to get to know the crew anyways. Turthôl shrugged and headed to his cabin. __________________ In nomini domine saboath sui filique ite ad infernos.