Crows Chaos
[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
Crows Murder 
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