Crows Murder

[13:47]  Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell watched her leave and with it perhaps for a moment some might see the true koskinen. Still a man that underneath all layers of venom cared for those that carried the name. Even if in the family matters much deviousness seemed to exist and brew

[13:53]  Drevan of ArDrevan of Ar he looked about him seeing they had cleared out mighty fast once he started to make his way downstairs he looks to Crow and says ” Well, Well, Well, Alone at last”

[13:55]  Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell smirks “I thought you liked to work the crowd, Drevan. Clearly a man that came in Ar with the desire to seace it for its own, even keeping his own devious intentions so well disguised. If it weren’t for the involvement of a simple slave I might have recruited you … our caste could use like you … that cunning and for what gain … gold … or would it be power in your case ?”

[14:02]  Drevan of ArDrevan of Ar he smiles a warm yet dark grin ” Ahh and who says I would want to be one of you? OR even that your kind had tried before?” they hadnt but he had suspected many times they were thinking of doing so, Triad for one often left little hints ” The Problem with your group is you leave no room for what TRULY matters for me….Family. My Treasure, my one secret is Family, For them I would Raze Tyros, Burn Down Ar and take over Clearchus in a Day, Yes I seek Power, And man of a certain ability seeks something would seem yours if coin, but for me, coin is the means to Power not the source of it. But enough Chit chat, we have dilemma you and I see I know enough about your caste to know even if I free you your most likely a dead man, BUT, you have not yet committed a crime worthy of death, atleast as far as I see, Tell me though, WHY did you attack him”

[14:07]  Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell listens and for a moment the sting of the past hit him, struck him for a moment as if he was helpless to the lashes of his past. He hadn’t been given a choice to join or not, recruitment wasn’t a choice but well done in some kind of bigger scemes. “As I said … he tried to blackmail me.” he replied. “Further I can’t speak of it since my codes – the few I have I will uphold.” he stated. He seemed to regard Drevan while he of course tried to see if there were things he could use to escape this predicement if need be. “He thought that me posing to be a tavernkeep was something he could hold above my head and you must know of all people why I was in that disguise.” the last was perhaps not that clear to Dreven but the contract he had finished partly to blame and he knew of that.

[14:12]  Drevan of ArDrevan of Ar he regards the man ” I have known only one man that was recruited to the black and saw him again afterwards, He had a disguise, had it been any but myself Tariq might have pulled it off, but I knew my Brother, He gave me enough to understand Why the need for them so Aye I understand” he left off the fact he might be the same killer Faye had hired because he wasn’t sure and wasn’t going to ask either “So he blackmailed you wanting you to ply your caste without taking Coin? Then you are also free discuss what he wanted? WHO he wanted?”

[14:17]  Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell looks to Dreven “No I cannot speak of it. Since if I did I would give voice to a man I couldn’t have taken even if the man had offered gold.” he movd closer to the bars, his eyes slightly narrow at him “I will be honest Drevan … My grandfather once said that each man that would work with steel never died of old age, he would die because one day he would stand before the better one of him.” he tried to see if Drevan had a weapon. “I failed my caste last night and with it I want to die as a man of my caste … not by some court of law that might bow its head over nothingness. The man warranted his own death by trying to use his knowledge for his own means. My word agains that of his.”

[14:22]  Drevan of ArDrevan of Ar he regards the Assassin and makes a noise of amusement and confusion “Do you not yet understand Killer? I am as much the Justice of Gor as you are, We not so unlike each other, Brothers if you will One Dark, One Light YOu are not being condemned by some weak Court of Law you are being taken by the Justice of Gor, to rail and plead against such is as weak and when your target pleads and begs you ‘No, not me I don’t deserve a death like this I deserve that one or that one or that one’ So do not shame yourself by acting as they do, instead help me met out justice once more BE the Justice of Gor one last time Let the Dark aide the light just this once and help me condemn a man that deserves it as surely ass you do”

[14:27]  Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell smirks when Drevan replied and the guards had lost their original interest in the conversation, just as he had anticipated. Words were not his expertise, not in times like this. But to work the man that did fancy them and giving him enough angles to speak and not pay attention to the distance and with it how the hilt of his blade might come in range of him. “You have your facts – judge – you tell me – hmmm … What is right ? A killer that didn’t bend to some hidious sceme of a builder and tried to rid himself from such a low beast with no honour ?” it was kinda funny that he spoke of honour – how little did he have when it came to his kills.

[14:32]  Drevan of ArDrevan of Ar stepping back a pace, well out of reach of the prisoner he did not rise to power in Tyros, Cyprianus, and now Ar by being stupid afterall particularly not wit hhis less than warm personality he chuckles and says to the killer ” Why simple, both are guilty, He wants you executed for attacking and attempting to kill him with the dagger, I intended to show he is guilty of the same and that YOU are his dagger and just like any weapon can be turned on its bearer so to this happened again last night as such you are Both guilty, the only difference is with out your cooperation, only you will be punished for your crimes, and THAT is not Justice done”

[14:34]  Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell narrowed his eyes “I am many men, Drevan but you ask me to commit cuicide. That is no choice of light or dark. Regardless of the choice I make … my life is signed sealed and delivered to the city of dust.” he spat, perhaps a first crack in his patience.

[14:39]  Drevan of ArDrevan of Ar shaking his head “Ofcourse it is not a choice, It was never going to be. I am simply offering a chance this ONE chance to be the end of the man who has effectively ended you Take it or leave it. BUT, I caution you As you said your fate is sealed, it is just a matter HOW you want your end to be…….”

[14:41]  Drake MalsharenDrake Malsharen walked up to the table as he looked at the scrolls over it overhearing the conversation of Drevan with Melchior in the cell as he took the scroll to leave them alone, carrying them in his arms. “Tal Drevan.” his eyes narrowing a little for Melchior as he was in the cell not really knowing what happened. but he will surely be sent if it requires anything to be handled by them, questionong security. “Melchior,” greeting him as well before heading back to the metallic door. “I was only passing by.”

[14:42]  Drake Malsharen: questioning*

[14:42]  Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell slammed his hands to the bars of the cell. In this very moment he knew himself no longer in a position to play his game and with it that iron control seemed to snap and he started to pace in his cell. He had never betrayed his codes and to do so now and face his caste brothers that held in some esteem when they might learn of his failing the codes would be a certain death. Perhaps he might have his vengeance since it wouldn’t only be his life here but that of Zander aswell. His look turned back to you bewildered “I will not speak of it.” he than snapped as the vicious snake he could be. He noted the rarius but gave him little heed, his sole focus on the man he was facing. .

[14:49]  Drevan of ArDrevan of Ar shaking his head at the man’s stubborn refusal to assist him ” As you wish Killer, As you wish….. But you will not yet face the gates of the Dust City, Not before I have a chance to find out what Zander did, Who he wanted and see him sent beside you I may need speak with you again on that so for now you still live, I will grant a small mercy, you might speak with others but I warn you each person that sees you will be recorded by these guards, name homestone and description and should you escape I am Ordering the authorization of immediate execution by impalement of all those who assist in your escape” he looked to Drake and said ” Sergeant, Tal, See to it my orders are obeyed Aye?”

[14:52]  Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell was in compleet rage now. “You are either a fool or enjoy the clan of torturers. You wish to hold my life as leverage to a high caste builder ?” he spat.

[14:53]  Drake MalsharenDrake Malsharen turned around to Drevan as he listened to every words he was saying. nodding grimly at the mention of Melchior being a killer. “I will send words to all Taurentian’s. Any that will be found to disobey will be punished as you deem fit.” with that, the guard on the door pushed it open for drake to get out with his arms full of scroll that he will have to sort out at the Headquaters. as he nodded to Drevan once again, before turning his back to them and heading to the main Cylinder.

[14:55]  Drevan of ArDrevan of Ar glaring at Melchior forgetting his proximity for just one short moment and stepped sideways his sword almost sliding between the bars and says “I WANT a piece of slime that hired a killer and then tried claiming himself the VICTIM!”

[14:58]  Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell snapped his eyes back to him – deadly calm all of a sudden “Did you not hear me, judge.” he said as if there had now escaped this little slithering serpent that might dance before his feet to hypnotize before it would snap and deliver the deadly dosis of venom “I will not speak of it – I will not break my codes. Nor for your search for glory for you or any of your relatives. Not for some slut I might fancy – for none.” and with the last he moved himself in one leap to the bars his hand trying to grip the hilt of his blade.

[15:03]  Drevan of ArDrevan of Ar the sudden movement of the man made his jump back but it was too late the Killer had his sword on the left side he draw the other in instinct and says ” Drop the Weapon Killer.” the Guards suddenly snap awake their spears pointing into the cell another running out after more help Drevan stares the Prisoner down and says one more time ” Drop. The. Sword.”

[15:03]  Drevan of Ar: ((right side*))

[15:05]  Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell knew himself armed and with it his eyes seemed to be those of a killer. “I won’t drop the sword, judge. It is clear that the options you have given me were both my death. If so I will die with taking one of you with me … unless you might find a grain in your corrupt body to see another option there.” he hissed. Positioning himself constantly behind bars so that the spears would give little threat unless these guards were more trained than he had observed them for.

[15:12]  Drevan of ArDrevan of Ar he looked at the Man and said ” Corrupt? I am Corrupt? Bah what would you know about corruption Killer! You who will take Coin and kill but wont see a man that has condemned you Brought to justice for his crimes. Besides This Zander deserves death if for now reason besides poor Style. And there will be no more Deaths but your own Killer You want to face someone ?” he looks to the Guard and orders ” Open the cell, and then ALL of you back Off, he is mine!” he snarled out almost a growl like a Kur, his adreneline was pumping forcing his heart faster blood coursing to all veins increasing his reactions, tensing his muscles making him react faster swing harder, his body was giving him that Battle Focus once more ” Come on then Killer, I am all the stands between you and your freedom come claim it if you can”

[15:15]  Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell eyes were keen upon his opponent. He held the blade which wasn’t his own in his hand, trying to balance it while he watched the guards step back. A grin crossed his features, another option had been given and with it he stretched his one arm out and opened his palm to him and closed it as to beackon him closer. No words were spoken, he wouldn’t waist his breath now he faced a fight.

[15:19]  Drevan of ArDrevan of Ar pacing along the cage he watched the killer waiting for the door to open finally as the cell door swung open he leaped in planting his feet against he wall and flew at his opponent his blade and body both whirling as his blade came swinging towards Crow for the Judge did not fight wit hthe rigid style of the Arian Phalanx but the singular and almost aerobatic style taught to him on the isles of Tyros though he could not guarantee that was where it originated from

[15:23]  Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell knew that when the door would be opened he should expect the man to leap. With calculated position he moved to the outer edge of the door in hope to have it slam against the wall and hit back – which might bring it into Drevans back to give him advantage if the man was out of balance. A fight could be done in many ways and Crow a man that held no longer the element of surprise might be an even match if the judge indeed had been the warrior he had claimed. The last not something for him to question and he saw it in the way the man moved. His blade well poised to shield any initiate attack while keen eyes seemed to see what could be used to his advantage. The long skirt something that might slow drevan down – but than again he had a considerable loss of blood which again might make things even. He waited what the door would do before he would plan his next move. His mind when it came to these things razor sharp and on the money.

[15:29]  Drevan of ArDrevan of Ar to door had indeed grazed him but thanks to his twisting spin it grazed off him lightly only sending him off target not off balance the space they fought in was small but that was infact to Drevan’s advantage when the dorr sent him off target he simply whirled again and with a sharp quick force sent out a Bosk Kick though it was not focused and even if landed would do little more than give him the time needed to regroup and attack once more he quickly looked about his surroundings seeing a his next three moves regardless of the present one

[15:32]  Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell had given himself only time when the man kept his ballance but with it he now moved down while he tried to calculate the distance of their blades. A leg Stretched when he would try to give it that swoop to the mans ankles while his blade was poised diagonal to the mans chest. If he was able to indeed have the man move the man by his swing the blade was directly aimed to the heart and he needed to remain focussed on the mans blade as to where it might land.

[15:38]  Drevan of ArDrevan of Ar when crow when for the leg sweep he guickly jump and turned the bosk kick to a spinning dodge having the presence of body to send a sword swing down at the man’s arm as he readied a killing blow had he been caught the leg sweep it would have been exactly that now he turned his boddy once more into the spinning whirlwind bouncing off the walls sending light attack after light attack doubt even one of them landed on their target but thankfully they didn’t need too he saw the man’s wound and he knew the amount of blood he had lost even if all Drevan could do was keep the killer at bay that would be enough and he knew it, he suspected crow did as well and tat only made the killer that much more Dangerous

[15:42]  Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell faced the man and its match. The Killer that more often than not worked with the element of surprise and with it without his target truly knowing it. His combat skills considerable but with it he knew himself not superior. For a moment he felt dazed as the man moved the space to move about and was able to shield his attacks. Perhaps a moment of a body of an old killer faultered and with it he could only now without that deadly precision take an aim. Moving to his full height perhaps exposing himself way to much but with it the force of the blow of his blade enough to knock a man backwards. The cut at his arm that was inflicted tore open and with it blood stained the floor, making it less vast as he might desire for a battle of life and death.

[15:50]  Drevan of ArDrevan of Ar guards in the room watched as the Judge and Killer danced with death a beautiful and horrify sight the clanging of their steel making the music, guards started cheering the judge on though one or two could be heard rooting for the killer though only because they hated scribes more than they did killers , Drevan ofcourse could not hear them he only had sight for his opponent only had hearing for their steel when his blow to the arm Landed he took that chance feint with his steel before jumping back into the corner kicking off the edges of it for speed he straightened int oa whirled spear tip even as Crow straightened himself up raising his blade on high for a forceful blow Both it seemed were making for killing blows both out of and yet still inside their zones of training this truly was anyones fight

[15:57]  Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell felt himself drain from strength and precision. Perhaps age, the lack of practice from in the tavern or the considerable bloodloss. Perhaps even the sum of all three that made him stagger and find a wall as if he was blinded of his tiredness. The cheers didn’t help him since with it his sense of hearing his oponent wasn’t there anymore. His bare feet felt the moist of what might be blood or sweat and with it he held even less advanatge to the boots the judge was wearing. The pain of his wounds was one he didn’t seem to carry – his training had made him endure more. Than he lifted his blade exposing his stumach that had been exactly the aim of the Judge and he even moved more into it as if the piercing steel into his flesh become only clear after he tried to swing his own blade down. Perhaps he still managed to hit the mans shoulder – arm – or head.

[16:03]  Drevan of ArDrevan of Ar as his blade sank into the flesh of the killer he felt one short moment of elation but that quickly was replaced by pain as the killers own steel sunk deep into his shoulder losing use of his right arm instantly it just dropped to the side or rather straight down as he landed on the ground his knees stopping the fall completely he still held the sword with his his left hand and with what strength he could call to him he snarled half of pain half of rage ” Dieeee!” his word was filled with fluid a mixture a sweat blood and simply saliva all mixed in fro mteh fight he was no uninjured after all but still he twisted that sword slowly and it shook with his effort as he roared and gave one final push into the man ending him once and for all

[16:07]  Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell felt him by his own force and the force of the man empaled by his sword, the lethal blow enough to have him bend through his knees. As if life had made him that tower of force it seemed now to tumble. His eyes wide of shock when his hand reach to the blade that pierced him the blood that stained his hands warm while the pulsating of his heart seemed to make it flow like a river from him. A final cry of life given … and than as if some Priest King saw fit he did what the man had cried for. He fell to the floor lethally wounded but still with the steel in his hand as if he had been born with it.

[16:08]  GM 4.2 shouts: Melchior Wardell has been killed by Drevan Darkbyrd

[13:47]  Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell watched her leave and with it perhaps for a moment some might see the true koskinen. Still a man that underneath all layers of venom cared for those that carried the name. Even if in the family matters much deviousness seemed to exist and brew

[13:53]  Drevan of ArDrevan of Ar he looked about him seeing they had cleared out mighty fast once he started to make his way downstairs he looks to Crow and says ” Well, Well, Well, Alone at last”

[13:55]  Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell smirks “I thought you liked to work the crowd, Drevan. Clearly a man that came in Ar with the desire to seace it for its own, even keeping his own devious intentions so well disguised. If it weren’t for the involvement of a simple slave I might have recruited you … our caste could use like you … that cunning and for what gain … gold … or would it be power in your case ?”

[14:02]  Drevan of ArDrevan of Ar he smiles a warm yet dark grin ” Ahh and who says I would want to be one of you? OR even that your kind had tried before?” they hadnt but he had suspected many times they were thinking of doing so, Triad for one often left little hints ” The Problem with your group is you leave no room for what TRULY matters for me….Family. My Treasure, my one secret is Family, For them I would Raze Tyros, Burn Down Ar and take over Clearchus in a Day, Yes I seek Power, And man of a certain ability seeks something would seem yours if coin, but for me, coin is the means to Power not the source of it. But enough Chit chat, we have dilemma you and I see I know enough about your caste to know even if I free you your most likely a dead man, BUT, you have not yet committed a crime worthy of death, atleast as far as I see, Tell me though, WHY did you attack him”

[14:07]  Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell listens and for a moment the sting of the past hit him, struck him for a moment as if he was helpless to the lashes of his past. He hadn’t been given a choice to join or not, recruitment wasn’t a choice but well done in some kind of bigger scemes. “As I said … he tried to blackmail me.” he replied. “Further I can’t speak of it since my codes – the few I have I will uphold.” he stated. He seemed to regard Drevan while he of course tried to see if there were things he could use to escape this predicement if need be. “He thought that me posing to be a tavernkeep was something he could hold above my head and you must know of all people why I was in that disguise.” the last was perhaps not that clear to Dreven but the contract he had finished partly to blame and he knew of that.

[14:12]  Drevan of ArDrevan of Ar he regards the man ” I have known only one man that was recruited to the black and saw him again afterwards, He had a disguise, had it been any but myself Tariq might have pulled it off, but I knew my Brother, He gave me enough to understand Why the need for them so Aye I understand” he left off the fact he might be the same killer Faye had hired because he wasn’t sure and wasn’t going to ask either “So he blackmailed you wanting you to ply your caste without taking Coin? Then you are also free discuss what he wanted? WHO he wanted?”

[14:17]  Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell looks to Dreven “No I cannot speak of it. Since if I did I would give voice to a man I couldn’t have taken even if the man had offered gold.” he movd closer to the bars, his eyes slightly narrow at him “I will be honest Drevan … My grandfather once said that each man that would work with steel never died of old age, he would die because one day he would stand before the better one of him.” he tried to see if Drevan had a weapon. “I failed my caste last night and with it I want to die as a man of my caste … not by some court of law that might bow its head over nothingness. The man warranted his own death by trying to use his knowledge for his own means. My word agains that of his.”

[14:22]  Drevan of ArDrevan of Ar he regards the Assassin and makes a noise of amusement and confusion “Do you not yet understand Killer? I am as much the Justice of Gor as you are, We not so unlike each other, Brothers if you will One Dark, One Light YOu are not being condemned by some weak Court of Law you are being taken by the Justice of Gor, to rail and plead against such is as weak and when your target pleads and begs you ‘No, not me I don’t deserve a death like this I deserve that one or that one or that one’ So do not shame yourself by acting as they do, instead help me met out justice once more BE the Justice of Gor one last time Let the Dark aide the light just this once and help me condemn a man that deserves it as surely ass you do”

[14:27]  Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell smirks when Drevan replied and the guards had lost their original interest in the conversation, just as he had anticipated. Words were not his expertise, not in times like this. But to work the man that did fancy them and giving him enough angles to speak and not pay attention to the distance and with it how the hilt of his blade might come in range of him. “You have your facts – judge – you tell me – hmmm … What is right ? A killer that didn’t bend to some hidious sceme of a builder and tried to rid himself from such a low beast with no honour ?” it was kinda funny that he spoke of honour – how little did he have when it came to his kills.

[14:32]  Drevan of ArDrevan of Ar stepping back a pace, well out of reach of the prisoner he did not rise to power in Tyros, Cyprianus, and now Ar by being stupid afterall particularly not wit hhis less than warm personality he chuckles and says to the killer ” Why simple, both are guilty, He wants you executed for attacking and attempting to kill him with the dagger, I intended to show he is guilty of the same and that YOU are his dagger and just like any weapon can be turned on its bearer so to this happened again last night as such you are Both guilty, the only difference is with out your cooperation, only you will be punished for your crimes, and THAT is not Justice done”

[14:34]  Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell narrowed his eyes “I am many men, Drevan but you ask me to commit cuicide. That is no choice of light or dark. Regardless of the choice I make … my life is signed sealed and delivered to the city of dust.” he spat, perhaps a first crack in his patience.

[14:39]  Drevan of ArDrevan of Ar shaking his head “Ofcourse it is not a choice, It was never going to be. I am simply offering a chance this ONE chance to be the end of the man who has effectively ended you Take it or leave it. BUT, I caution you As you said your fate is sealed, it is just a matter HOW you want your end to be…….”

[14:41]  Drake MalsharenDrake Malsharen walked up to the table as he looked at the scrolls over it overhearing the conversation of Drevan with Melchior in the cell as he took the scroll to leave them alone, carrying them in his arms. “Tal Drevan.” his eyes narrowing a little for Melchior as he was in the cell not really knowing what happened. but he will surely be sent if it requires anything to be handled by them, questionong security. “Melchior,” greeting him as well before heading back to the metallic door. “I was only passing by.”

[14:42]  Drake Malsharen: questioning*

[14:42]  Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell slammed his hands to the bars of the cell. In this very moment he knew himself no longer in a position to play his game and with it that iron control seemed to snap and he started to pace in his cell. He had never betrayed his codes and to do so now and face his caste brothers that held in some esteem when they might learn of his failing the codes would be a certain death. Perhaps he might have his vengeance since it wouldn’t only be his life here but that of Zander aswell. His look turned back to you bewildered “I will not speak of it.” he than snapped as the vicious snake he could be. He noted the rarius but gave him little heed, his sole focus on the man he was facing. .

[14:49]  Drevan of ArDrevan of Ar shaking his head at the man’s stubborn refusal to assist him ” As you wish Killer, As you wish….. But you will not yet face the gates of the Dust City, Not before I have a chance to find out what Zander did, Who he wanted and see him sent beside you I may need speak with you again on that so for now you still live, I will grant a small mercy, you might speak with others but I warn you each person that sees you will be recorded by these guards, name homestone and description and should you escape I am Ordering the authorization of immediate execution by impalement of all those who assist in your escape” he looked to Drake and said ” Sergeant, Tal, See to it my orders are obeyed Aye?”

[14:52]  Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell was in compleet rage now. “You are either a fool or enjoy the clan of torturers. You wish to hold my life as leverage to a high caste builder ?” he spat.

[14:53]  Drake MalsharenDrake Malsharen turned around to Drevan as he listened to every words he was saying. nodding grimly at the mention of Melchior being a killer. “I will send words to all Taurentian’s. Any that will be found to disobey will be punished as you deem fit.” with that, the guard on the door pushed it open for drake to get out with his arms full of scroll that he will have to sort out at the Headquaters. as he nodded to Drevan once again, before turning his back to them and heading to the main Cylinder.

[14:55]  Drevan of ArDrevan of Ar glaring at Melchior forgetting his proximity for just one short moment and stepped sideways his sword almost sliding between the bars and says “I WANT a piece of slime that hired a killer and then tried claiming himself the VICTIM!”

[14:58]  Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell snapped his eyes back to him – deadly calm all of a sudden “Did you not hear me, judge.” he said as if there had now escaped this little slithering serpent that might dance before his feet to hypnotize before it would snap and deliver the deadly dosis of venom “I will not speak of it – I will not break my codes. Nor for your search for glory for you or any of your relatives. Not for some slut I might fancy – for none.” and with the last he moved himself in one leap to the bars his hand trying to grip the hilt of his blade.

[15:03]  Drevan of ArDrevan of Ar the sudden movement of the man made his jump back but it was too late the Killer had his sword on the left side he draw the other in instinct and says ” Drop the Weapon Killer.” the Guards suddenly snap awake their spears pointing into the cell another running out after more help Drevan stares the Prisoner down and says one more time ” Drop. The. Sword.”

[15:03]  Drevan of Ar: ((right side*))

[15:05]  Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell knew himself armed and with it his eyes seemed to be those of a killer. “I won’t drop the sword, judge. It is clear that the options you have given me were both my death. If so I will die with taking one of you with me … unless you might find a grain in your corrupt body to see another option there.” he hissed. Positioning himself constantly behind bars so that the spears would give little threat unless these guards were more trained than he had observed them for.

[15:12]  Drevan of ArDrevan of Ar he looked at the Man and said ” Corrupt? I am Corrupt? Bah what would you know about corruption Killer! You who will take Coin and kill but wont see a man that has condemned you Brought to justice for his crimes. Besides This Zander deserves death if for now reason besides poor Style. And there will be no more Deaths but your own Killer You want to face someone ?” he looks to the Guard and orders ” Open the cell, and then ALL of you back Off, he is mine!” he snarled out almost a growl like a Kur, his adreneline was pumping forcing his heart faster blood coursing to all veins increasing his reactions, tensing his muscles making him react faster swing harder, his body was giving him that Battle Focus once more ” Come on then Killer, I am all the stands between you and your freedom come claim it if you can”

[15:15]  Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell eyes were keen upon his opponent. He held the blade which wasn’t his own in his hand, trying to balance it while he watched the guards step back. A grin crossed his features, another option had been given and with it he stretched his one arm out and opened his palm to him and closed it as to beackon him closer. No words were spoken, he wouldn’t waist his breath now he faced a fight.

[15:19]  Drevan of ArDrevan of Ar pacing along the cage he watched the killer waiting for the door to open finally as the cell door swung open he leaped in planting his feet against he wall and flew at his opponent his blade and body both whirling as his blade came swinging towards Crow for the Judge did not fight wit hthe rigid style of the Arian Phalanx but the singular and almost aerobatic style taught to him on the isles of Tyros though he could not guarantee that was where it originated from

[15:23]  Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell knew that when the door would be opened he should expect the man to leap. With calculated position he moved to the outer edge of the door in hope to have it slam against the wall and hit back – which might bring it into Drevans back to give him advantage if the man was out of balance. A fight could be done in many ways and Crow a man that held no longer the element of surprise might be an even match if the judge indeed had been the warrior he had claimed. The last not something for him to question and he saw it in the way the man moved. His blade well poised to shield any initiate attack while keen eyes seemed to see what could be used to his advantage. The long skirt something that might slow drevan down – but than again he had a considerable loss of blood which again might make things even. He waited what the door would do before he would plan his next move. His mind when it came to these things razor sharp and on the money.

[15:29]  Drevan of ArDrevan of Ar to door had indeed grazed him but thanks to his twisting spin it grazed off him lightly only sending him off target not off balance the space they fought in was small but that was infact to Drevan’s advantage when the dorr sent him off target he simply whirled again and with a sharp quick force sent out a Bosk Kick though it was not focused and even if landed would do little more than give him the time needed to regroup and attack once more he quickly looked about his surroundings seeing a his next three moves regardless of the present one

[15:32]  Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell had given himself only time when the man kept his ballance but with it he now moved down while he tried to calculate the distance of their blades. A leg Stretched when he would try to give it that swoop to the mans ankles while his blade was poised diagonal to the mans chest. If he was able to indeed have the man move the man by his swing the blade was directly aimed to the heart and he needed to remain focussed on the mans blade as to where it might land.

[15:38]  Drevan of ArDrevan of Ar when crow when for the leg sweep he guickly jump and turned the bosk kick to a spinning dodge having the presence of body to send a sword swing down at the man’s arm as he readied a killing blow had he been caught the leg sweep it would have been exactly that now he turned his boddy once more into the spinning whirlwind bouncing off the walls sending light attack after light attack doubt even one of them landed on their target but thankfully they didn’t need too he saw the man’s wound and he knew the amount of blood he had lost even if all Drevan could do was keep the killer at bay that would be enough and he knew it, he suspected crow did as well and tat only made the killer that much more Dangerous

[15:42]  Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell faced the man and its match. The Killer that more often than not worked with the element of surprise and with it without his target truly knowing it. His combat skills considerable but with it he knew himself not superior. For a moment he felt dazed as the man moved the space to move about and was able to shield his attacks. Perhaps a moment of a body of an old killer faultered and with it he could only now without that deadly precision take an aim. Moving to his full height perhaps exposing himself way to much but with it the force of the blow of his blade enough to knock a man backwards. The cut at his arm that was inflicted tore open and with it blood stained the floor, making it less vast as he might desire for a battle of life and death.

[15:50]  Drevan of ArDrevan of Ar guards in the room watched as the Judge and Killer danced with death a beautiful and horrify sight the clanging of their steel making the music, guards started cheering the judge on though one or two could be heard rooting for the killer though only because they hated scribes more than they did killers , Drevan ofcourse could not hear them he only had sight for his opponent only had hearing for their steel when his blow to the arm Landed he took that chance feint with his steel before jumping back into the corner kicking off the edges of it for speed he straightened int oa whirled spear tip even as Crow straightened himself up raising his blade on high for a forceful blow Both it seemed were making for killing blows both out of and yet still inside their zones of training this truly was anyones fight

[15:57]  Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell felt himself drain from strength and precision. Perhaps age, the lack of practice from in the tavern or the considerable bloodloss. Perhaps even the sum of all three that made him stagger and find a wall as if he was blinded of his tiredness. The cheers didn’t help him since with it his sense of hearing his oponent wasn’t there anymore. His bare feet felt the moist of what might be blood or sweat and with it he held even less advanatge to the boots the judge was wearing. The pain of his wounds was one he didn’t seem to carry – his training had made him endure more. Than he lifted his blade exposing his stumach that had been exactly the aim of the Judge and he even moved more into it as if the piercing steel into his flesh become only clear after he tried to swing his own blade down. Perhaps he still managed to hit the mans shoulder – arm – or head.

[16:03]  Drevan of ArDrevan of Ar as his blade sank into the flesh of the killer he felt one short moment of elation but that quickly was replaced by pain as the killers own steel sunk deep into his shoulder losing use of his right arm instantly it just dropped to the side or rather straight down as he landed on the ground his knees stopping the fall completely he still held the sword with his his left hand and with what strength he could call to him he snarled half of pain half of rage ” Dieeee!” his word was filled with fluid a mixture a sweat blood and simply saliva all mixed in fro mteh fight he was no uninjured after all but still he twisted that sword slowly and it shook with his effort as he roared and gave one final push into the man ending him once and for all

[16:07]  Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell felt him by his own force and the force of the man empaled by his sword, the lethal blow enough to have him bend through his knees. As if life had made him that tower of force it seemed now to tumble. His eyes wide of shock when his hand reach to the blade that pierced him the blood that stained his hands warm while the pulsating of his heart seemed to make it flow like a river from him. A final cry of life given … and than as if some Priest King saw fit he did what the man had cried for. He fell to the floor lethally wounded but still with the steel in his hand as if he had been born with it.

[16:08]  GM 4.2 shouts: Melchior Wardell has been killed by Drevan Darkbyrd

[13:47]  Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell watched her leave and with it perhaps for a moment some might see the true koskinen. Still a man that underneath all layers of venom cared for those that carried the name. Even if in the family matters much deviousness seemed to exist and brew

[13:53]  Drevan of ArDrevan of Ar he looked about him seeing they had cleared out mighty fast once he started to make his way downstairs he looks to Crow and says ” Well, Well, Well, Alone at last”

[13:55]  Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell smirks “I thought you liked to work the crowd, Drevan. Clearly a man that came in Ar with the desire to seace it for its own, even keeping his own devious intentions so well disguised. If it weren’t for the involvement of a simple slave I might have recruited you … our caste could use like you … that cunning and for what gain … gold … or would it be power in your case ?”

[14:02]  Drevan of ArDrevan of Ar he smiles a warm yet dark grin ” Ahh and who says I would want to be one of you? OR even that your kind had tried before?” they hadnt but he had suspected many times they were thinking of doing so, Triad for one often left little hints ” The Problem with your group is you leave no room for what TRULY matters for me….Family. My Treasure, my one secret is Family, For them I would Raze Tyros, Burn Down Ar and take over Clearchus in a Day, Yes I seek Power, And man of a certain ability seeks something would seem yours if coin, but for me, coin is the means to Power not the source of it. But enough Chit chat, we have dilemma you and I see I know enough about your caste to know even if I free you your most likely a dead man, BUT, you have not yet committed a crime worthy of death, atleast as far as I see, Tell me though, WHY did you attack him”

[14:07]  Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell listens and for a moment the sting of the past hit him, struck him for a moment as if he was helpless to the lashes of his past. He hadn’t been given a choice to join or not, recruitment wasn’t a choice but well done in some kind of bigger scemes. “As I said … he tried to blackmail me.” he replied. “Further I can’t speak of it since my codes – the few I have I will uphold.” he stated. He seemed to regard Drevan while he of course tried to see if there were things he could use to escape this predicement if need be. “He thought that me posing to be a tavernkeep was something he could hold above my head and you must know of all people why I was in that disguise.” the last was perhaps not that clear to Dreven but the contract he had finished partly to blame and he knew of that.

[14:12]  Drevan of ArDrevan of Ar he regards the man ” I have known only one man that was recruited to the black and saw him again afterwards, He had a disguise, had it been any but myself Tariq might have pulled it off, but I knew my Brother, He gave me enough to understand Why the need for them so Aye I understand” he left off the fact he might be the same killer Faye had hired because he wasn’t sure and wasn’t going to ask either “So he blackmailed you wanting you to ply your caste without taking Coin? Then you are also free discuss what he wanted? WHO he wanted?”

[14:17]  Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell looks to Dreven “No I cannot speak of it. Since if I did I would give voice to a man I couldn’t have taken even if the man had offered gold.” he movd closer to the bars, his eyes slightly narrow at him “I will be honest Drevan … My grandfather once said that each man that would work with steel never died of old age, he would die because one day he would stand before the better one of him.” he tried to see if Drevan had a weapon. “I failed my caste last night and with it I want to die as a man of my caste … not by some court of law that might bow its head over nothingness. The man warranted his own death by trying to use his knowledge for his own means. My word agains that of his.”

[14:22]  Drevan of ArDrevan of Ar he regards the Assassin and makes a noise of amusement and confusion “Do you not yet understand Killer? I am as much the Justice of Gor as you are, We not so unlike each other, Brothers if you will One Dark, One Light YOu are not being condemned by some weak Court of Law you are being taken by the Justice of Gor, to rail and plead against such is as weak and when your target pleads and begs you ‘No, not me I don’t deserve a death like this I deserve that one or that one or that one’ So do not shame yourself by acting as they do, instead help me met out justice once more BE the Justice of Gor one last time Let the Dark aide the light just this once and help me condemn a man that deserves it as surely ass you do”

[14:27]  Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell smirks when Drevan replied and the guards had lost their original interest in the conversation, just as he had anticipated. Words were not his expertise, not in times like this. But to work the man that did fancy them and giving him enough angles to speak and not pay attention to the distance and with it how the hilt of his blade might come in range of him. “You have your facts – judge – you tell me – hmmm … What is right ? A killer that didn’t bend to some hidious sceme of a builder and tried to rid himself from such a low beast with no honour ?” it was kinda funny that he spoke of honour – how little did he have when it came to his kills.

[14:32]  Drevan of ArDrevan of Ar stepping back a pace, well out of reach of the prisoner he did not rise to power in Tyros, Cyprianus, and now Ar by being stupid afterall particularly not wit hhis less than warm personality he chuckles and says to the killer ” Why simple, both are guilty, He wants you executed for attacking and attempting to kill him with the dagger, I intended to show he is guilty of the same and that YOU are his dagger and just like any weapon can be turned on its bearer so to this happened again last night as such you are Both guilty, the only difference is with out your cooperation, only you will be punished for your crimes, and THAT is not Justice done”

[14:34]  Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell narrowed his eyes “I am many men, Drevan but you ask me to commit cuicide. That is no choice of light or dark. Regardless of the choice I make … my life is signed sealed and delivered to the city of dust.” he spat, perhaps a first crack in his patience.

[14:39]  Drevan of ArDrevan of Ar shaking his head “Ofcourse it is not a choice, It was never going to be. I am simply offering a chance this ONE chance to be the end of the man who has effectively ended you Take it or leave it. BUT, I caution you As you said your fate is sealed, it is just a matter HOW you want your end to be…….”

[14:41]  Drake MalsharenDrake Malsharen walked up to the table as he looked at the scrolls over it overhearing the conversation of Drevan with Melchior in the cell as he took the scroll to leave them alone, carrying them in his arms. “Tal Drevan.” his eyes narrowing a little for Melchior as he was in the cell not really knowing what happened. but he will surely be sent if it requires anything to be handled by them, questionong security. “Melchior,” greeting him as well before heading back to the metallic door. “I was only passing by.”

[14:42]  Drake Malsharen: questioning*

[14:42]  Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell slammed his hands to the bars of the cell. In this very moment he knew himself no longer in a position to play his game and with it that iron control seemed to snap and he started to pace in his cell. He had never betrayed his codes and to do so now and face his caste brothers that held in some esteem when they might learn of his failing the codes would be a certain death. Perhaps he might have his vengeance since it wouldn’t only be his life here but that of Zander aswell. His look turned back to you bewildered “I will not speak of it.” he than snapped as the vicious snake he could be. He noted the rarius but gave him little heed, his sole focus on the man he was facing. .

[14:49]  Drevan of ArDrevan of Ar shaking his head at the man’s stubborn refusal to assist him ” As you wish Killer, As you wish….. But you will not yet face the gates of the Dust City, Not before I have a chance to find out what Zander did, Who he wanted and see him sent beside you I may need speak with you again on that so for now you still live, I will grant a small mercy, you might speak with others but I warn you each person that sees you will be recorded by these guards, name homestone and description and should you escape I am Ordering the authorization of immediate execution by impalement of all those who assist in your escape” he looked to Drake and said ” Sergeant, Tal, See to it my orders are obeyed Aye?”

[14:52]  Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell was in compleet rage now. “You are either a fool or enjoy the clan of torturers. You wish to hold my life as leverage to a high caste builder ?” he spat.

[14:53]  Drake MalsharenDrake Malsharen turned around to Drevan as he listened to every words he was saying. nodding grimly at the mention of Melchior being a killer. “I will send words to all Taurentian’s. Any that will be found to disobey will be punished as you deem fit.” with that, the guard on the door pushed it open for drake to get out with his arms full of scroll that he will have to sort out at the Headquaters. as he nodded to Drevan once again, before turning his back to them and heading to the main Cylinder.

[14:55]  Drevan of ArDrevan of Ar glaring at Melchior forgetting his proximity for just one short moment and stepped sideways his sword almost sliding between the bars and says “I WANT a piece of slime that hired a killer and then tried claiming himself the VICTIM!”

[14:58]  Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell snapped his eyes back to him – deadly calm all of a sudden “Did you not hear me, judge.” he said as if there had now escaped this little slithering serpent that might dance before his feet to hypnotize before it would snap and deliver the deadly dosis of venom “I will not speak of it – I will not break my codes. Nor for your search for glory for you or any of your relatives. Not for some slut I might fancy – for none.” and with the last he moved himself in one leap to the bars his hand trying to grip the hilt of his blade.

[15:03]  Drevan of ArDrevan of Ar the sudden movement of the man made his jump back but it was too late the Killer had his sword on the left side he draw the other in instinct and says ” Drop the Weapon Killer.” the Guards suddenly snap awake their spears pointing into the cell another running out after more help Drevan stares the Prisoner down and says one more time ” Drop. The. Sword.”

[15:03]  Drevan of Ar: ((right side*))

[15:05]  Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell knew himself armed and with it his eyes seemed to be those of a killer. “I won’t drop the sword, judge. It is clear that the options you have given me were both my death. If so I will die with taking one of you with me … unless you might find a grain in your corrupt body to see another option there.” he hissed. Positioning himself constantly behind bars so that the spears would give little threat unless these guards were more trained than he had observed them for.

[15:12]  Drevan of ArDrevan of Ar he looked at the Man and said ” Corrupt? I am Corrupt? Bah what would you know about corruption Killer! You who will take Coin and kill but wont see a man that has condemned you Brought to justice for his crimes. Besides This Zander deserves death if for now reason besides poor Style. And there will be no more Deaths but your own Killer You want to face someone ?” he looks to the Guard and orders ” Open the cell, and then ALL of you back Off, he is mine!” he snarled out almost a growl like a Kur, his adreneline was pumping forcing his heart faster blood coursing to all veins increasing his reactions, tensing his muscles making him react faster swing harder, his body was giving him that Battle Focus once more ” Come on then Killer, I am all the stands between you and your freedom come claim it if you can”

[15:15]  Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell eyes were keen upon his opponent. He held the blade which wasn’t his own in his hand, trying to balance it while he watched the guards step back. A grin crossed his features, another option had been given and with it he stretched his one arm out and opened his palm to him and closed it as to beackon him closer. No words were spoken, he wouldn’t waist his breath now he faced a fight.

[15:19]  Drevan of ArDrevan of Ar pacing along the cage he watched the killer waiting for the door to open finally as the cell door swung open he leaped in planting his feet against he wall and flew at his opponent his blade and body both whirling as his blade came swinging towards Crow for the Judge did not fight wit hthe rigid style of the Arian Phalanx but the singular and almost aerobatic style taught to him on the isles of Tyros though he could not guarantee that was where it originated from

[15:23]  Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell knew that when the door would be opened he should expect the man to leap. With calculated position he moved to the outer edge of the door in hope to have it slam against the wall and hit back – which might bring it into Drevans back to give him advantage if the man was out of balance. A fight could be done in many ways and Crow a man that held no longer the element of surprise might be an even match if the judge indeed had been the warrior he had claimed. The last not something for him to question and he saw it in the way the man moved. His blade well poised to shield any initiate attack while keen eyes seemed to see what could be used to his advantage. The long skirt something that might slow drevan down – but than again he had a considerable loss of blood which again might make things even. He waited what the door would do before he would plan his next move. His mind when it came to these things razor sharp and on the money.

[15:29]  Drevan of ArDrevan of Ar to door had indeed grazed him but thanks to his twisting spin it grazed off him lightly only sending him off target not off balance the space they fought in was small but that was infact to Drevan’s advantage when the dorr sent him off target he simply whirled again and with a sharp quick force sent out a Bosk Kick though it was not focused and even if landed would do little more than give him the time needed to regroup and attack once more he quickly looked about his surroundings seeing a his next three moves regardless of the present one

[15:32]  Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell had given himself only time when the man kept his ballance but with it he now moved down while he tried to calculate the distance of their blades. A leg Stretched when he would try to give it that swoop to the mans ankles while his blade was poised diagonal to the mans chest. If he was able to indeed have the man move the man by his swing the blade was directly aimed to the heart and he needed to remain focussed on the mans blade as to where it might land.

[15:38]  Drevan of ArDrevan of Ar when crow when for the leg sweep he guickly jump and turned the bosk kick to a spinning dodge having the presence of body to send a sword swing down at the man’s arm as he readied a killing blow had he been caught the leg sweep it would have been exactly that now he turned his boddy once more into the spinning whirlwind bouncing off the walls sending light attack after light attack doubt even one of them landed on their target but thankfully they didn’t need too he saw the man’s wound and he knew the amount of blood he had lost even if all Drevan could do was keep the killer at bay that would be enough and he knew it, he suspected crow did as well and tat only made the killer that much more Dangerous

[15:42]  Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell faced the man and its match. The Killer that more often than not worked with the element of surprise and with it without his target truly knowing it. His combat skills considerable but with it he knew himself not superior. For a moment he felt dazed as the man moved the space to move about and was able to shield his attacks. Perhaps a moment of a body of an old killer faultered and with it he could only now without that deadly precision take an aim. Moving to his full height perhaps exposing himself way to much but with it the force of the blow of his blade enough to knock a man backwards. The cut at his arm that was inflicted tore open and with it blood stained the floor, making it less vast as he might desire for a battle of life and death.

[15:50]  Drevan of ArDrevan of Ar guards in the room watched as the Judge and Killer danced with death a beautiful and horrify sight the clanging of their steel making the music, guards started cheering the judge on though one or two could be heard rooting for the killer though only because they hated scribes more than they did killers , Drevan ofcourse could not hear them he only had sight for his opponent only had hearing for their steel when his blow to the arm Landed he took that chance feint with his steel before jumping back into the corner kicking off the edges of it for speed he straightened int oa whirled spear tip even as Crow straightened himself up raising his blade on high for a forceful blow Both it seemed were making for killing blows both out of and yet still inside their zones of training this truly was anyones fight

[15:57]  Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell felt himself drain from strength and precision. Perhaps age, the lack of practice from in the tavern or the considerable bloodloss. Perhaps even the sum of all three that made him stagger and find a wall as if he was blinded of his tiredness. The cheers didn’t help him since with it his sense of hearing his oponent wasn’t there anymore. His bare feet felt the moist of what might be blood or sweat and with it he held even less advanatge to the boots the judge was wearing. The pain of his wounds was one he didn’t seem to carry – his training had made him endure more. Than he lifted his blade exposing his stumach that had been exactly the aim of the Judge and he even moved more into it as if the piercing steel into his flesh become only clear after he tried to swing his own blade down. Perhaps he still managed to hit the mans shoulder – arm – or head.

[16:03]  Drevan of ArDrevan of Ar as his blade sank into the flesh of the killer he felt one short moment of elation but that quickly was replaced by pain as the killers own steel sunk deep into his shoulder losing use of his right arm instantly it just dropped to the side or rather straight down as he landed on the ground his knees stopping the fall completely he still held the sword with his his left hand and with what strength he could call to him he snarled half of pain half of rage ” Dieeee!” his word was filled with fluid a mixture a sweat blood and simply saliva all mixed in fro mteh fight he was no uninjured after all but still he twisted that sword slowly and it shook with his effort as he roared and gave one final push into the man ending him once and for all

[16:07]  Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell felt him by his own force and the force of the man empaled by his sword, the lethal blow enough to have him bend through his knees. As if life had made him that tower of force it seemed now to tumble. His eyes wide of shock when his hand reach to the blade that pierced him the blood that stained his hands warm while the pulsating of his heart seemed to make it flow like a river from him. A final cry of life given … and than as if some Priest King saw fit he did what the man had cried for. He fell to the floor lethally wounded but still with the steel in his hand as if he had been born with it.

[16:08]  GM 4.2 shouts: Melchior Wardell has been killed by Drevan Darkbyrd

Melchior had waited untill the baths were empty. No slave had been allowed to come with him, there was no chance for bringing him in the position again that one might speak of what they would see if he stood before them naked. The ahn late and with it he had already gone over the same thing over and over again. The smell of paga and sex seemed to suficate him, nearly making him sick to his stumach. Still he was unsure how safe it would be to pick up his black livery again and so with it he now felt himself alone in the baths. For a moment something in him warned him, make him understand that even now he took risks. He promised himself not to take to long and with it undressed as quick as he could. There he was naked as the brutal truth of his existence showed. The many scars of his life as a tarnsman, the brutalaty of his training and the many encounters by those that tried to hinder him in his quests. The scars that would betray the truth of his caste and the truth of his identity.  When he finally stepped into the soothing warm water he felt the tension wash from him, dipping his head into it and not being able to hear anyone enter, for a moment forgetting.

 Zander had put in a long day puting the finishing touches on the newly rebuilt Cylinder of the Builders. He was happy it would be complete soon, a few days at most to finish laying the heavy marble on the floors. Heading back to his shop his muscles aching, he had overdone it a little going against Kait’s orders he had returned to work sooner than he should have after his brush with radiation poisoning. Rounding the corner passing the entrance to the baths “perfect” he mumbled quietly to himself, a nice warm bath to soothe the soreness of the days labors. Walking down the stairs to the bath level and seing no one in sight, not even a bath slave he quickly undressed folding his clothes neatly then stepping into the warmth offered by the bath water. Settling onto the ledge to soak and relax he heard motion in the water nearby turning his head in the direction of the splash he spotted a man with dark hair “Tal Sir, you startled me, I thought I was alone”. trying to see if it was someone he was familiar with.

Came to the surface and with it he came face to face with what he had feared, even warned himself for.  He hadn’t heard the steps and had allowed himself to be careless even if it was for this little amount of time he should have known better. The wig he wore to disguise his black hair on the pile near his clothes was not there and with it the only thing masking his identity was in the water. He for once felt that slight moment of fear, that adrenaline he normally would feel when the final moment of his quest to murder would hit to make him run much faster. Here he was, without his trusted steel, naked and unable to disguise himself even the man would come even closer. “Tal.” he tried to say but his voice left him for that moment. A thought of age, shot him and he tried to compose and have that sharpness of his mind that had kept him alive for all these years. “Tal Sir, I myself thought the same.” anxiously he tried to mask his voice even if his raven locks and scars already might have given him away. A quick glance to the pile of his clothing and wig was given, to ensure that the man might not yet have seen it and he could work in a way to get to it fast and leave with only another lesson for visiting the bath again.

 Zander detected some apprehensiveness in the man, he seemed preoccupied looking to the side of the baths perhaps thinking one of the slaves would come and run off with his clothing. standing in the water and moving glancing at the pile of clothes “I can think your clothes are safe Sir there……..”.at that moment he saw what appeared to be a brown wig on top of the heap. “There is no one here but us” he finished in a suspicious voice. Still standing he moved closer to the man noting his features, the black hair and the visible scars on his chest exposed above the waterline. “Do I know you Sir? you look like someone I knew in Ar long ago” Knowing that if it was indeed who he suspected he tried to move back to his spot in the water sitting back on the step.

 Melchior’s mind was working fast and when the man approached he found himself for once frozen. One mistake was all it took – he had been told – and with it he needed his wits about him and fast. The muscles in his body designed to fight tensed and his eyes seemed to darken with the intent. Yet the man was clearly in his way if he wished to make it to his boots to have his dagger and just ensure his secret was safe. In splits of seconds he could addapt to situations and now felt himself cornered. “That is possible, good Sir.” he said keeping the voice of the tavernkeeper. “I was a tarnsman in long gone days.” he said. “Perhaps we met in the tavern ?” he suggested trying to keep his body now disguised in water. 

Zander listened to the man as he spoke, it was possible he was mistaken and they had met in a tavern but something didn’t seem right, “Quite possibly Sir, remembering his manners, and introducing himself, I am Zander, Chief Builder of Ar and you are?”  Zander had his suspicions but the man he thought could be sitting across from him hadn’t been seen in Ar for a very long time. Clearly he was safe as long as both remained in the water but he kept his eye on the black haired man studying his reactions and actions ready for anything. So much for a relaxing late night bath he thought.

Melchior didn’t feel the water soothing or calming him now. “Melchior of the House Wardell,  a pleasure.” still in some of that iron control of his own emotions. His mind seemed to get a grip of reality “My father was a warrior … but unfortunatly death took him way to quickly.” his story had some truth. But the aweful truth of him denoting all ties to his past he was very much aware off. “I will leave you to your bathing, Sir.” he said while he tried to move in a position so he could be less in the light and turn to his clothes and very much wanted dagger.

 Zander saw the man move and stood himself set to climb from the water, he knew if he was right he would have to act quickly, Well Met Crow” his voice raised enough that the Melchor could hear him clearly trying to stop him in his tracks before he reached the edge of the bath. “That is you isn’t it!”  Reaching for the edge of the bath and readying himself to jump from the water if he had to.

Melchior felt that pin shoot into place when he finally spoke his name that he now so hated. His eyes narrow while his body seemed to transform from the nice easy going fellow to the killer he was. There were some options he figured, giving up a fight, run to the dagger and throw it with deadly precision or just deny. “Crow … what an odd name … not gorean I suspect.” It was clear that with the little mistake of the beginning he started a range of more. His body was no longer his disguise and even his voice seemed to have become that of the serpent – his koskinen blood. [20:44]  Zander  saw the transformation in Melchor’s body language immediately, “no need to be alarmed Crow!” pulling himself out of the bath standing naked facing the killer he  tries his best to stay calm as he speaks “right here all this
time under everyone’s nose, clever….a very clever disguise.I have been looking for a man with your skills” pausing for a moment and looking around making sure they are still alone in the baths then continuing. “I need a man with your skills to send a message to someone here in Ar” his voice low enough that if anyone would have to be within sight to hear.

[20:47]  Melchior / Crow knew himself to be discovered and as the predator he could be faced him. Eyes narrow as if he already made his calculations. Seeing distance knowing how many steps, which force and where to hit him if he might be able. The man spoke and bought himself time with replying “Do I look like the next messenger boy – to you builder.” he spat. No need to remain civil now – while he tried to assess the man to see the odds as to the mens strength considering his own.

[20:54]  Zander  noted the tone in his voice, “that depends Crow, one favor and your secret is safe with me, I need to send a message to my former FC’s brother Dren, much like the one he delivered to his own sister Kait, I do not want him killed, just scarred perhaps scare him a little as to how precious life is” he finished speaking and moved a few steps back from the waters edge. He was almost recovered and back to full health but the day was long his body tired but he knew he had cornered one of the most feared men of his caste and could be in danger

[20:57]  Melchior / Crow moved when the man spoke, with the calculated steps he already had made in his mind. His mind on the dagger that most certainly would make him lethal. The man had positioned himself between the pile and himself and with it he needed to pass him. He might have considered the option if it weren’t that the man was his client and with it could not be harmed by his own codes. Even if he held little honour to any other codes, he held to his own. Without warning he would try to make that leap but than perhaps because something had torn down him for the very first mistake made him slip on the slippery tiles of the bath. Perhaps someone had been oiled on the very spot and in that he lost that balance. Giving his opponent atleast the awarness that conversation was over.

[21:02]  Zander  see’s Crow moving swiftly across the bath towards him as he finished speaking his hands forming fists ready to defend himself, if he knew there was a weapon likely under his clothing piled on the side and if he got to it he was no match having left his own dagger back at the Builders Cylinder. He prepared to block the his path to his clothing swinging his right fist in his direction in an attempt to hhit him in the jaw and send him backwards into the baths

[21:05]  Melchior / Crow connected with his fist and eventhough the blow was considerable he didn’t fall backwards but became even more determined. Pain was never a thing that could stop him, training had made him endure much more than a mere blow to the head. But having nothing but his own body to work with he tried to use the blow to lower himself and knock down the man he was facing by sweeping his leg to his ankles. The strength he could use was less than on solid ground but enough to make it hard for the man to remain standing.

[21:08]  Zander  felt his feet being kicked out from under him falling hard to the marble tiled striking his head on the large column, Dazed but knowing he was in a fight for his life he scrambled first to his knees then to his feet, the room spinning as he had risen too quickly after the blow to the head

[21:10]  Melchior / Crow would use that little time to reach for his boot, having his dagger there. A treasured possession he now cradled against his chest. His eyes dark as his intentions while he tried to get the knife out of it.

[21:12]  Zander  had to make a split decision whether to run instead he charged towards Crow diving at him in an attempt to knock him down and perhaps knock the dagger from his grasp before he could do and damage with the blade

“From the baths a slave rushes out – Help – A fight – Masters !! Warriors !!” she screamed”

[21:15]  Melchior / Crow never had found himself in the situation to have to draw that last knife he kept hidden there and with it the leather strap didn’t seem to give in that easy as he had hoped. With the struggle focus had been lost and with it felt himself again connected. He fell backwards but the tight grip on his boot hadn’t been gone. Finally the knife seemed to come out of it and with it Crow felt himself again on the upperhand. The dagger very well balanced was in his hand and with – for once blindfury – he tried to cut whatever came across. But being on his back made him less lethal as he might have wished and with it he tried to push himself to a stand.

[21:15]  Jimmi Mikado: what’s going on down here?

[21:19]  Zander  felt the cold steel against his chest and a searing pain he grimaced but continued to fight trying to grasp Crow’s hands hearing a male voice and trying to shout to him “STOP HIM, HE’S GOING TO KILL ME!!”

[21:20]  Faye Darkbyrd having just finished with a patient in the clinic, she had rushed at word being called of a fight in the baths. she groaned some as her body protested fast movements and moved as swiftly as was allowed, reaching the bottom floor her face blushed a bright hue near that her hair, but she kept her professionalism as best she could with naked men about she checked for any injured, seeing the blade at Zander she growls out, but caught sight of the warrior and stopped, keeping back to help when danger for herself had gone.

[21:21]  Jimmi Mikado: after running down into the baths he finds two men fighting one it appears has a knife, he points his spear at the man with the knife…’LET HIM GO, NOW’

[21:22]  Zander  calls out to the Warrior “He’s a trained Killer, he is Crow f the Assasins” trying to warn him of the mans skill with the blade

[21:22]  Melchior / Crow knew than that he should have listened to his instincts when he had left for this quest. Too careless for one ihn and here he faced a scene that no longer was in his advantage. No element of surprise. Still he had a fighter mentality and with it turned his attention to the one bearing arms. “A little kitten that dares to blackmail me and now calls for what ?” he snapped to Zander in rage – no longer disguised and there in the brutal truth of who was.

[21:24]  Faye Darkbyrd cleared her throat, reaching down toward her bag for er own wepon in case things went bad “Sirs, I am sure this is a misunderstanding.. let us all stand down and talk this over, no need for injury..” she urged out from the stairs

[21:28]  Jimmi Mikado: looks at the two men and is pretty sure he recognizes the man with the knife as a killer….’drop the knilfe killer, or there will be two bleeding here’

[21:29]  Zander  rolls away clutching his chest feeling the blood in his hand he applied pressire to the would, it was deep that he knew but he was glad there was an armed Warrior here to take control ” I offered you a way to keep your disguise secret crow, you attacked but I expected no less from an assassin, Kill me and your secret was still safe”!

[21:30]  Zander: *Pressure to the wound

[21:32]  Melchior / Crow might have chuckled at the woman if it weren’t for his focus on the warrior. He could still get away and with it find a way to vanish, go again in disguise, perhaps move to another city for some time. His body poised as to threaten attack while he tried to see how far it was up the stairs. His nakedness wouldn’t bother him as much as it might do others. When Zander spoke he smirks “A way … you dared to question the honour of my codes.” she hissed as if he was still this slithering serpent that would snap and bite with its venom. “You will get yours, builder.” all the while his eyes were upon Jimmi and his mind on a way to escape.

[21:33]  Faye Darkbyrd seeing Zander bleeding she began carefully to navigate the edges of the pools there ignoring the bare skined men, such was not a time she was going to worry of the matter her hand on the hilt of her slave goad she eyed each in turn, quite weary of every one of them and the harm they posed “Zander, Sir, if you would care.. I shall treat you..” she tried to urge him further from the scene

[21:35]  Jimmi Mikado: he keeps his eyes focused on the assassin ready to hurl his spear…’I SAID, DROP THE KNIFE’

[21:36]  Melchior / Crow didn’t seem to be persuaded by words while he moved and now waded towards the exit. His body still very much of the one that could aim with deadly precision. But than again if he would throw he was again without steel. He wasn’t the man that would just simply comply and with it seemed to ready himself for that deadly aim.

[21:38]  Zander  hears Faye as she approached him, he scrambles onto his side using his other hand to push himself up to hi feet, Stumbling slightly a combination of the bump to his head, and his loss of blood he mansaged to move to the stairs his being naked not mattering to him in the least, he was alive, somehow he had survived exposing a killer. Leaning on Faye;s shoulder to steady himself ready to distance himself from the danger

[21:39]  Faye Darkbyrd eyed Melchior a moment nervously, then the warrior, begining to edge further from the stairs not wishing get in the way of the spear. That was all she needed was a stray projectile in the stone tiled building. Feeling Zander’s weight against her she let go of the goad to help him him from colapsing and tried to help him sit down to tend him. Bred from warriors her heart raced at the chance of battle, her eyes darting from the killer back to zander trying to ensure the patient safe.

[21:42]  GM 4.2: Jimmi Mikado Has Captured Melchior Wardell!

[21:43]  Melchior / Crow felt the spear plundge into him and with it he came out of balance. The dagger – his with chaos – was flinged out of his hand and with it he felt himself almost choking by the water he fell in.

[21:44]  Jimmi Mikado: drags the assassin out of the water unconcious and pulls a binding rope from his belt and begins to bind him

[21:44]  Zander  feels himself being lowered to the stair the cold marble on his ass causing him to jump slightly almost knocking Faye and her slave goad into the bath

[21:46]  Jimmi Mikado: ties his wrists securely with the rope tying a capture knot and reaches for another rope to tie his ankles

[21:46]  Faye Darkbyrd visibly cringed as she saw Crow go down, dispite her feelings.. mixed as they were.. anyone being injured displeased her. Almost slipping on the wet tiles into the bath she cried out in surprise gripping quickly at Zander for support she fell briefly on him “Eeek. ah uh.. oh pardon me sir..” she blurted swiftly fighting back to her feet as she pulled free some rep cloth and pressed it against him “Hold that.” she urged him “Warrior, is he still alive?”

[21:48]  Jimmi Mikado: takes another rope from him belt and ties him around his chest and then another rop e he ties to him and drags him out away from the water… ‘lady faye can you treat this one in the jail when you are done with zander?’

[21:49]  Zander  turns and Calls out to Jimmi, “Honor and Steel Warrior, I thank you startled as Faye fell into his naked lap his blood smearing onto her gown as she grazed against his open wound taking the rep cloth and holing it tightly in his bloody hand against the wound

[21:49]  Melchior / Crow felt the ropes and with it knew that this time there was no need for a body search. His mind had slipped and with it the events that had followed hadn’t been to its effect. For a moment he wondered if ages had made him slow. His eyes seemed to be hazed of his own torment of failing that what he had done so very well for that long.

[21:50]  Faye Darkbyrd grumbles some “Dragging him like that will kill him before he gets to the dirty jail..”she stated, though mostly her phobia for the jail after her past she didnt wish go near it. Seeing the blood on herself she hardly reacted. “If i can endure kurri i can take a bit of blood..” she murmured “Make sure you take the spear out of him please sir.. is he bleeding?” she called over as she looked again to zander with a studying gaze checking for anymore wounds her bright leafy hues over the rim of her veils

[21:52]  Jimmi Mikado: nods at the physician…”yes i have already done that’

[21:52]  Melchior / Crow rather died of his wounds than being in debt by anyone or face a magistrate. With perhaps the last of his strength he tried to push himself from the tiles using his own blood to make the motion fluid to kick the warrior from his feet.

[21:54]  Faye Darkbyrd growled out seeing crow trying to keep the fight up “The fight is done warrior!” she barked out as she too were one. her blood ran strong, her goad slipping free into hand she stalked closer to the pair, she setting was not to kill, but it would do the job if resistance given. “Pardon me rarius.” she nodded toward Jimmi