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Post by Max452 on Aug 12, 2008 20:37:14 GMT -5
Einar entered Abernon, as he predicted, at noon. He contacted Stigandr to let him know and then continued to the main square. He lingered in the shadows, with his cloak and hood covering his body and face. His eyes scanned the area, making sure no one noticed him; to his luck, no had. He smiled, happy that his skills were still adept.
Once he was at the main square, he positioned himself near a jeweler and pretended to look at the trinkets, but all the while, he was watching people. Using his skills, he noticed several cloak figures, five drunken men, three Surda guards, and a few amateur magicians. He studied the cloak figures, noting that like him, they didn't want to be seen. He made a mental note to keep track of them. All the while, he reminded himself, that not everyone was what they seemed. His skilled and deathly eyes continued to scan.
"You like this jewel?" The Jeweler asked Einar, finding him playing with a ring.
"Oh, I don't know." Einar placed it back down and pretended to look some more. The Jeweler looked annoyed, but pleased that Einar had not left her stand.
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Post by micaylah on Aug 12, 2008 20:52:47 GMT -5
'Doc I think I sense our contact near but he's good. I can't pick him out of the crowd.' 'Be careful Aethelwyne. Remember when you find him your cover is Mica.' 'How long have I been doing this? I think I can keep my cover straight.' She thought that had been a little too curt so she sent him a feeling of warmth. 'I know you're just watching out for me. I'm sorry.' 'It's okay. Be cautious.'
Aethelwyne rose from the bench and walked the streets, looking at the shops. She approached a man looking at trinkets at a nearby stand. She reached out and placed her hands against the wooden frame then leaned closer to get a better look at the jewels in the tray. The sleeves on her cloak fell back exposing the intricate long bracelets running the length of her forearms connected to the rings on her fingers by the delicate chain. She brushed against the man's sleeve. If he was the one she would soon know. "Excuse me." she feigned accidently bumping him.
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Post by nerasa on Aug 12, 2008 20:59:18 GMT -5
Nerasa slowly and stealthely fallowed the women and staying in the shadows she had to get to know why she was here. She couldn't tell Marflamel what was happening just in case the women picked her up. Nerasa slowly headed to where the women was and paused.
'whats going to happen now. Apperently she is here to meet someone. but who?' nerasa thought.
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Post by Tismri on Aug 12, 2008 21:03:29 GMT -5
Marola watched as the woman stood and walked toward a nearby shop. She was astonished to she Einar standing there. He was supposed to be in Uru'baen. But then she remembered that he probably had orders that day to come here, like she did. Rauthr recognized him as well and raised his head.
Well, Rauthr, this does make the woman there seem more interesting. Why would she be meeting with the king's son? She stood and walked away from them, doubling back once she was out of sight and, sheilding her mind to keep from being spotted, approached the shop from a side alley, wishing to listen in on the conversation between these two.
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Post by nerasa on Aug 12, 2008 21:09:10 GMT -5
As soon as Nerasa looked at the man closer she realised that it was Einar. She had healed him once when he fell in her garden and he was extreamly sick plus she remembered that he was a dragon rider as well. She got as close as she possibly could and now she could just hear what they were saying.
'if he is the one she is suppost to be meeting then this could get interesting indeed.' thought nerasa.
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Post by Max452 on Aug 12, 2008 21:32:00 GMT -5
OOC: fine fine, i'll play along...pfft! lol
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Einar noticed that a woman walk over to the stand. Instincts told him that she was not an ordinary woman, so he stealthily placed a hand on one of his daggers. What does she want? He growled out.
His anger and suspicions did not falter when the woman brushed his sleeve. His hidden hand tightened around the hilt of the dagger. His immediate reaction was to cut her throat, but there were too many witnesses for him to do so. His eyes scanned her carefully with distaste and that was when he noticed the bracelets on her wrist.
Before he could say anything about it, he sensed a familiar presence...in fact..two familiar presence. His eyes left the woman before him as he scanned the courtyard.
There. He spotted Marola's cloak in a nearby shop. Leaving her for a moment, he then spotted Nerasa. And there.
His attention returned to the woman before him, for he now discovered that she was one of the assassins from the female coven. Two ideas struck him, one that he was now blacklisted, which was impossible because only those in the castle, minus Nerasa, knew of his true face, or two, she was sent to work for him. This puzzled him even more for Galbatorix never mentioned the assassin. However, he now knew that Marola was perhaps sent to assist him on his current mission. He stared back at Marola and made an almost invisible nod at her; a code that they need to meet.
He turned his attention to the woman who bumped into him. For now, he would watch her closely.
"The fault is mine." He then turned back to the jeweler. "Sorry, nothing this time." And began to walk into the middle of the crowd, seeing if the woman would follow.
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Post by nerasa on Aug 12, 2008 21:40:38 GMT -5
'Einar just be careful I am hopeing you are for you can be in serious trouble. This could be a trap. The king probably did this, not the assassin but sent men after you, although you are who you are.' nerasa sent to him telepathically hopeing that he wouldn't block the mental message and she had to close her mind again.
Nerasa didn't know what else to do except for what she had to. Then nerasa saw another who had been fallowing the women and wondered who she was.
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Post by micaylah on Aug 12, 2008 21:41:09 GMT -5
'Damn! He knows what I am but I don't think he knows who. If he wasn't my contact, then he's a problem now. I'm gonna follow him.' 'Be careful Aethelwyne.' She turned to follow the man out into the square. She wasn't trying to hide the fact that she was following him. If she got him alone she would find out what he knew about her. Proceeding with caution she rubbed her thumbs lightly against the plates on the bracelets. If he knew too much and was not her contact, the steel of her blades would take care of the problem.
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Post by Tismri on Aug 12, 2008 21:55:25 GMT -5
Marola nodded in return to Einar as he walked away, then exited the store through a side door. They would figure out where to meet later. She watched as the red haired woman followed him. Marola spied the large bracelets on her wrist and knew she was from the assassin's coven. And from the way she was following Einar, she knew the woman was up to no good. She followed them from a long distance, keeping far out of sight.
If she tries anything on him, my sword will be at her throat before she can so much as draw a weapon. I'm sure the king would be displeased if his son was killed because of a mistake.
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Post by nerasa on Aug 12, 2008 21:59:33 GMT -5
Nerasa blended into the crowed and walked with them for a time and stopped at a few stalls keeping an eye on Einar and the red haired women who she now recoiled from the site of the bracelet. All she remembered spying was a little flash of light and then realising where it came from.
OCC: okay guys I had to post to make sure you guys knew I was still fallowing you.
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Post by Max452 on Aug 12, 2008 22:31:32 GMT -5
OOC: Good to know.
Einar's eyes flashed when he felt Nerasa contact him. He cautiously allowed her in, but still kept his defenses up. He heard her from the point she said that the king had sent men after him. He was more confused than ever. Why would my father send people after me? I have been loyal since my birth. He thought to himself after he closed the contact with her. Nevertheless, he would remain cautious. If he could get the woman alone, he could ask. A smile crept from under his mask. This should be fun.
He turned his head at a 15 degree angle; he could see her follow him, but at the angle so that the assassin couldn't really tell if he was staring at her. She's following...what does this mean? I am a target? He also noticed Marola a few distances away. Good.
He turned and entered a smaller corridor that had less people in it, but a few trade stands were still there. He made a few more turns until he was in a hardly used corridor. Now let's see what she will do...
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Post by micaylah on Aug 12, 2008 22:37:36 GMT -5
'Okay friend. What have you got up your sleeve?' she thought as she followed him through the alleyways. 'The others still follow me.' Her step hastened but still cautious. She moved her right hand up positioning her forearm to provide a block in case she were surprised. The bracelet would afford her some protection. She turned the corner, left hand ready to release the blade in the other bracelet should it be needed.
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Post by Tismri on Aug 12, 2008 22:46:15 GMT -5
Marola noticed Einar turn his head slightly and she smiled. She knew it was a trick so he could look back without anyone being able to tell. It was one of the earliest tricks she learned when training as an agent for Galbatorix. She noticed the woman ahead of her quicken her stride, so she did the same. Einar and the woman turned down an abandoned corridor, so she slipped in quietly. Einar stood at the end and waited. The woman was approaching him. Marola walked down the corridor as silently as any elf. As the woman neared Einar, Marola pulled out her sword and grabbed her from behind, placing the cold steel against her neck. Rauthr gave a small growl.
"Okay, lady. Explain yourself. Why are you following this guy?"
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Post by Max452 on Aug 12, 2008 22:56:35 GMT -5
Einar turned around slowly, amused with the situation, although he would not let his guard down; she was an assassin, like himself. He approached Marola and the assassin cautiously; his left hand hidden in his cloak embraced the hilt of his sword.
"You better explain yourself fast. Who sent you?"
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Post by micaylah on Aug 12, 2008 23:01:20 GMT -5
The girl's sword lay against the bracelet protecting Aethelwynes neck. It's a good thing she had positioned it in expectation of an attack. She pushed the pressure switch on both bracelets releasing the blades, using the right bracelet she forced the girls sword away while spinning to her left and came up behind the girl with the blade of her left hand bracelet holding her back at arms length. "Why do you follow me? And just so you know if I wanted the man dead I would have left him so at the jewelers but he is not my target. I prefer to be paid for my work but I could make an exception" A cruel half smile crept over her lips as she kept an eye on the man as well with her other blade at the ready.
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