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Post by argathon on Apr 24, 2008 21:47:52 GMT -5
Damin trotted down on his new horse, Skye. It was their first ride together, and Damin felt great. It was a shame though, that her first ride with him was only to the market to pick up a few supplies that the masters' had ordered. She was a sturdy horse, with sure footing on the rough road. Damin had her pulling a small cart to carry all the orders, for it was a long list.
Damin and Skye arrived at the edge of the market before he dismounted. He tired her reigns to a post where other horses were tethered as well. He kept the cart with her, so that no one would damage it through the narrow pathways. List in-hand, and the coins in his pouch, Damin entered the crowded, nosy market place.
He casually walked up and down the pathways, getting familiar with the stations and what they sold so he could fast and easily make all his stops. He first went to the pottery station where the chef asked for more clay. He paid the bill and carried on. Damin's next stop, was the forge station where he picked up more coal and metal stripping for new weapons. With an armful, Damin carried them to the cart, and secured them before going back for more.
He gathered the rest of the orders on the list. Then went to a small table that sold some food. He bough some dried meat, fruit and cheese. As he was placing his personal items in a basket, someone knocked him over as he was standing up. The belongings he held in his arms spilled out onto the floor. He quickly starting picking his belongs, hearing laughs from passerby. He then darted his look over at the person who bumped him.
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Post by kiran on May 13, 2008 16:45:42 GMT -5
Kiran walked through the market, looking for two things:
~The rogue hideout - She wished to offer her services as an Assassin to the Rogue.
~Damin - The name that shouted out to her in her dreams. She had no idea what for, but her dreams told her that he would have use for her services.
Though the sun beat down on the backs of the people of the packed market place, Kiran was dressed from head to toe in black. Her neckline was low, and her skirt long and billowy, as if she were a rich merchant's wife. Her tall figure looked over the corwd, and searched. People nicely got out of her way, out of envy and lust. She reveled in it, and was glad no one stepped on her dress.
She passed by a place called the Dancing Dove, and something about it tweaked her attention. She would be sure to stay there later tonight. She passed the vegetables, though had no interest in them. In front of him, a man got knocked over, his belongings on the ground. He was blond, like an angel. He looked up at the man laughing at him. His face was not that of a servant as he was dressed. There was something about him.
She looked to the laughing man above him, and then back to the man on the ground, and a vision hit her. It was short, but the name that had been haunting her dreams was connected to a face... the angel's face.
She went to the laughing man before he could laugh louder and caused a riot, kicking him hard in the shinsk, causing him to fall backward into a large man behind him.That man tipped over, as well as his cargo.
"Well," Kiran said loudly, in a high, prissy manner, "No wonder your knocking everyone over, you can't stay on your own feet!" The people around her took noticed and laughed at the tipped over man, who was sheepishly - or scaredly - appologizing to the large man he had tumbled.
When everyone's attention was off Damin and herself, she kneeled down beside him, and bowed.
"I do not know of your significance, but my dreams have brought me to you. I am the Mistress of the Art of Death. I come from over seas to be your willing advisary - Damin. If you ever wish to call upon my services, find me at the Dancing Dove, or the Rogue Quarters."
With that, she grabbed the rest of the merchandise, pulled him to his feet, gave him the merchandise, and bowed low.
((A little mellow-dramatic, but oh well ^^))
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Post by argathon on May 15, 2008 0:35:52 GMT -5
((Ahh, but I like it muchly ^.^ And somehow, you described her like I am (except for the lust part : - S). Weird!))
Damin hurried tried gathering the rest of his belongings when he heard the tumbling of men and carts. He looked up to see the men who tripped him over another, spewing the contents of the cart onto the ground. People turned their attention away from Damin and snickered at the other. Damin's head then snapped toward the loud voice who addressed the fallen man. He smiled to himself, and was thankful that someone knocked the oaf on his hind-side before Damin slit his throat.
A figure then bowed over Damin, helping him with his things. It was the woman who had kicked the other man. Before he could say his thanks she spoke of dreams and her being summoned to him by those dreams. Damin looked at her and couldn't believe what she was saying. 'Mistress of the Art of Death' she called herself? He almost laughed, because that was possibly the craziest thing anyone had ever said to him. She bowed again and helped him gather his things.
"I believe you have me confused with someone else, miss. I am no noble or Lord." He said, with a bit of humor in his voice. "And please tell me why these dreams led you to me? Shouldn't you be chasing after some squire?" He continued with a bit of disdain in his voice.
After his cart was loaded, he started to walk back to his horse.
"Thank you for everything." He said pushing his way through the crowd.
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Post by kiran on May 16, 2008 1:24:22 GMT -5
((I wanted to be more exotic then Shinny  ))
Kiran rolled her eyes. Everyone did that for the first little while of her dreams. Played dumb. She followed him to his cart, watched him load it as he asked his questions, and then watched as he went to his horse. A spark of annoyance flew through her as she flicked a knife out of her sleeve.
Two seconds before Damin reached the tether, She flicked the knife to hit dead center in-between the small folds of the well-tied rope. She walked up slowly to retrieve it.
"How many women can do that, sir?" She said as retrieved the knife from it's "hole" and returned it too it's sheath. "Look up the Yamani underground. I did not give myself the name I go by. Squires are pathetic, and my dreams are never wrong... are they, Damin?" She announciated his name loud and clear.
"The Dancing Dove, if you change your mind. I will be staying there."
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Post by argathon on May 17, 2008 0:49:06 GMT -5
Damin put his hand on the reigns that were attached to Skye's bridle. He put the toe of his foot into the saddle and was about to swing onto the mare when he felt something hit it. He looked down and saw a dagger right above his hand. He shot an angry look at the thrower, and realized it was the crazed woman in the marketplace. His eyes were cold and fierce as he stared at the woman.
"You could have hit my horse, are you crazy?!" He yelled out. The woman then described her Yamani heritage. Damin still didn't believe her. She was probably trying to steel something from his cart, which is why she helped him.
After she removed her dagger Damin swung up onto Skye. He was about to ride away when the Yamani woman called his name loudly. He whipped his head around and looked at her. She had turned around and started walking away. Damin turned back around, and just sat there trying to make sense of what just happened. How does she know my name? Was all that past through Damin's mind. He gently nudged Skye and clicked his tongue to get her moving. He had finally decided that as soon as he had dropped off the supplies to the masters at the palace he would look for this 'mistress of the art of death,' that's what she called herself - right?
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Post by kiran on May 18, 2008 0:51:50 GMT -5
Kiran smiled, as she recognized the confusion in his eyes when she mentioned his name. This was Damin, the man she had been looking for, and now she had put confusion in his eyes. She watched him as he swung himself up onto his horse. She had put the idea in his head that she may be of interest. She was sure he would check the royal books on the Yamani assassins, and see who exactly the Master or Mistress of the Art of Death. Any Yamani history books mention them once or twice.
She watched him go, glad to have put ideas in his head. When she was sure he was gone, she turned and made her way to the Dancing Dove, determined to find herself a Rogue King.
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