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Sunday, 02 July 2006, 09:17 AM

Re: Raiders of the Borderlands
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[b][align=center]Raiders of the Borderlands

by

Gwyndelen & Pangor


Prelude[/align][/b]



[color=darkblue][i]In the dark pub he sat. From the even darker corner of the vile establishment he watched as each of the rank customers entered and exited. He noted even as they pointedly avoided his noticing his presence. Yet none could not fully forget the presence of the dark figure observing their every movement. The pup master of the disreputable cesspool approached,[/i] "Are you orderin sumptin! or are..." [i]The figure turned his is full attention in the direction of the pub master, who could see nothing under the figure's cowl except for blackness, the pup master continued,[/i] "...not that...ya...hafta order...I...I saw you...hava coin...". [i]the dark figure's only reply was to slowly form the hand that was covering the coin to a fist. The face of the ruddy pub master blanched,[/i] "...f...f...forget I sayed anathin.", [i]The pub master walked away to quickly to maintain his dignity. The dark figure relaxed his clenched hand and resumed observing the customers as they arrived, drank, argued, and departed. Some departed the establishment not of their own volition. At last the dark figure noticed one customer who appeared somehow different than the rest, a hawkish looking man. The dark figure casually exposed the coin that he had been obscuring, then taking it into his hand he turned it three times and replaced the coin on the table and left it as he moved that hand to the grip of one of his sheathed blades. His other hand was already clenching his walking staff as it had been since he first sat down. The hawkish looking man casually strolled over and rotated the coin, tapped it twice and rotated it to a new orientation. The hawkish man then walked across the room and climbed the stairs to the rooms above. The dark cowled figure had what he came for, he now knew where he had to go and when he had to be there. He was about to rise from his seat when-the door opened again as it had countless times before. The figure bowed his head so that the light would not expose his visage. From the opened door entered a patron different from all the others one that defiantly did not belong in this establishment. Pangor thought that he knew who galadhrim maiden was, but she was too well hidden by her hooded cloak to be certain. Could she be the timid young maiden who he met briefly just a month before? What could her reason for being here be? True it was the only public house in four days travel, but still what reason could she have to have to come here. Pangor was intrigued and decided to remain in his seat and maintain the appearance of the dark figure for a little while longer.[/i]

[/color]NPC: Pub Master and Hawkish man.