As darkness begins to creep in across the city, a lone shadow hugs the rooftops.....

Huddled into a small roofspace the figure swears to himself for his obvious failure and reached into his clothing, retrieving a crumpled note....

My Dear Brother

Do not fail us, the Conclave are not ones to leave unfinished business..... and you owe us a blood debt that can only be settled in one way and that man must be stopped. Those fools have no clue to what goes on around them and like blind sheep they follow. I fear the populace have forgotten the outside world or so Badoe would have them believe, but that scum has left a blood trail a blind dog could follow..

Fool was he, that he though he could leave us so easily with no recourse, fool was he that he forgot his blood oath to the conclave, his treachery will not be forgotten...... so make sure brother his pain is prolonged...... but not final.

You have your list... make sure none survive barring Badoe.... I have a few final things to discuss with him as he feels the bite of our glorious mother "Death"

Your brothers will join you from Qinain and the other 3 chapters, just make sure all is in place for his coming...

Blessed cometh the Blood Lord.....

Do not fail us...for if you do eternity will make your screams sound short.

Sule shivered, as cold beads of sweat trickled down his spine between his shoulder blades....... how he wished he had not been the one picked for this job... He shook himself off, "I should know better than this" he thought to himself.... this is a job... nothing more, nothing less.  If only that fool so called pirate lord had done as he was told .....  still he got off lightly..... As the feelings of guilt and failure took him for missing his mark...... he reached down and pulled the belt tighter ..... the hooks burying deeper into his fresh...... "I will not fail our father"

He carefully took a small handfull of darts and dipped them into the same poison the bolt had held..... and replaced them carefully. Slowly clinging to the rooftops the shadow made his way towards the mayors residence.............

Job done..*hearing a noise Stick stops*.....

Fame and Fortune; DT/Ref/4th monster

SkullDuggery; Baron Tamworth Grim

Faded Glory; Book Crossbowman "not a mage"

"Bo its bad news, you know we said we would forget our pasts and start again.........well our past doesn't forget so easily it seems!

Tiberius has examined the bolt and has a fair description of the person who fired it, so we are combing the Town as i speak so it won't be long before we have him; BUT more importantly the poison used has a necromatic taint on it, and we know what that means, only one being has the knowledge and resources...............he has found us again!!!!"

Andy RP

Malanior wanders around aimlessly hoping somone will answer him

Bloody Vampires!

Did it ever strike you as strange that wherever monsters are stirring up trouble, that's where you'll find the most treasure? Why can't there ever be a big haul in a safe place?

"hear ye hear ye, be it known that the Mayor shall not be attending the Celebration games on this coming rest day, as he must attend a ceremony in Fort Trepidation to witness the Ceremony of Inauguration of the Lord Galamor, who has has the title of Earl bestowed upon him; the guests of honour shall be Damion and Tibrius who shall award the prizes. Gods save the King!!! 

Be it also known that a new priest will be arriving from the home lands shortly to take up the long vacant postion in the temple, Gods save the King!!!

Finally you may have been aware of a lot of wolf activity in and around the Town, lots of local livestock, well above the norm have also gone missing, anyone with information is to report to the Constables house, Gods save the King!!!

The Herald then wanders back to the local Inn, to quench his now sore throat with a brew or ten.

Andy RP

In the town laceType w:st="on">squarelaceType> of laceName w:st="on">NewtownlaceName> a frail and filthy old hermit takes a stand on the steps to the town hall. He looks nervously about him the starts to speak in a loud clear voice that belies his wretched appearance.

“Gather ye, gather hear my wisdom and I will tell ye what it is to be immortal.

The defeat of mortal frailty is not as some would have it. The only way man can transcend time is through thought and ideal.

When a dynasty is begun the hopes and aspirations of its founder are indoctrinated into his successors.

The deeper the originator can insinuate themselves into his heirs thoughts, the truer his immortality.

This is an undeniable truth.!!

When an individual influences and guides the thoughts of many they are eternal in memory as long as the many relate the doctrine they have been handed to their offspring.

This is an undeniable truth!!!

When you seek to be remembered and through that remembrance gain immortality, be ye aware the foul deed lives longer in the minds of the masses than the good.

Tis true that a great kindness shown to a single being, will live long in the heart of that fortunate recipient. But that warmth felt, dies long before the coldness caused by atrocity.

Hear me well, when a man seeks to live for ever tis for thee to cut that life short or the masses shall suffer as their power grows.

This is an undeniable truth!!!!!”

As the final words of his oration leave his lips they are replaced by a quarrel, black blood runs freely but his body remains up right as it is unaware that the brain is dead.

The gathered crowd are too stunned to respond the roof top assassin has struck once more. Then suddenly as if time started again chaos hits the square with town’s folk running for cover in doorways and shops.   

 

"Its only a game"

Near the North gate unaware of the events in the town square, those gathered see four horsemen preparing ride out.

Strange enough that such a small group would ride out into the wilds of the land beyond the safety of the walls. But stranger still, that the lead rider should be Boarran Badoe.

Boarran, or Bo as he is known was dressed differently now. Gone were the frippery and trappings of office. Browns and blacks, hard wearing leather armour his appearance and bearing quite contrasted with the persona the people of Newtown had come to know and respect. This man looked more like one of the Corsairs who had threatened the town.

Each of the riders trailed a spare mount and each of these spare mounts was heavily laden. As they approached the gate Badoe swung in the saddle pistol in hand he fires at the roof top above the gate house. A scrambling and crashing of tiles can be heard.

He kicks his mount into a gallop and the riders head out of town.

A saddlebag from the last mans spare mount falls to the ground, its leather drawstring having snapped as the horse reared in fright form the pistols report.

A sudden rush by many of those stood around, paid them well for the bag contained gold crowns and gems. Even the gate guard dropped their pikes and grabbed what they could.

The four horsemen rode on with out a backwards glance into the wilderness.  

"Its only a game"