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Post by drakomir on Oct 3, 2011 15:58:32 GMT -5
IC Information
Date of the Incident: 3rd of October
Locations of the Incident: Within the woods outside of Anaheim City's farm fields, roughly 200 feet directly east of the River and 300 feet north of the main path.
Individuals Involved:
Drakomir Vivec, sheriff's office guard;
Alex Goot, non-citizen;
Rand al'Thorick, non-citizen, wanted criminal, leader of the Black Rock;
Lukien Shadow, non-citizen, wanted criminal;
Mitrian Listar, non-citizen, criminal cohort;
Unidentified Individual, non-citizen, assumed criminal cohort, deceased;
One John Doe, assumed Freeman, deceased;
And one white lycan, unknown origins.
Incident in Question:
On the 3rd of October, it has come to attention that criminal activity has arisen in the district surrounding Anaheim City. Upon feeling unrest, Guard Drakomir Vivec decided to patrol the paths outside of Anaheim city. While he was patrolling, he heard a distant scream. He felt it was distinctly a woman's voice. Guard Drakomir Vivec found the source of the disturbance minutes later. The woman, Alexis Goot, was forcefully tied to a tree, and was unlawfully being questioned by four criminals who were making unlawful threats. Guard Drakomir Vivec proceeded to intervene by getting the attentions of all the guards. Through a sudden struggle, Guard Drakomir Vivec managed to incapacitate two of the criminals with the unexpected help of a white wolf. At this time, at approximately 12:00am, it came to Guard Drakomir Vivec's attention that the criminal behind the operation was non-other than al'Thorick, a notorious criminal mastermind, and his right-hand associate Lukien (The Shadow) Shadow. They were accompanied by two sub-associates in-crime. One Mitrian Listar, and a unknown criminal who was lawfully dispatched by Guard Drakomir Vivec. Guard Drakomir requested that al'Thorick lay down his arms and come quietly to be tried by the Crown; however, by unexpected causes, al'Thorick was successfully able to evade capture by use of a smoke device. al'Thorick took his associate Lukien Shadow with him. The woman was unharmed, and managed to incapacitate Mitrian Listar, whom was arrested and taken to the Anaheim Medical Clinic to retrieve medical assistance and who is now in protective custody and awaiting questioning.
Was an arrest made? Yes.
These criminals in question, Rand al'Thorick, Lukien Shadow, and Mitrian Listar, are to be charged with the following:
-Conspiracy, an agreement between two or more persons to break the law at some time in the future.
-Assault, committing physical harm against a gentleman, lady or freeman.
-False Imprisonment, the unlawful binding or restraining of a gentleman, lady or freeman without justification or consent. Also includes kidnapping.
-Murder, the intentional or unintentional killing of a gentleman, lady or freeman.
Suggested Punishment:
-To be questioned of all information pertaining to Rand al'Thorick, his associates, and the Black Rock organization.
-Imprisonment to be determined after a court hearing.
The individuals, Drakomir Vivec, Alexis Goot, and the unknown white wolf are to pardoned of charges through the acts of Self Defense.
OOC Information: Players honorably fought and used the Consent Rule to base their actions in fighting.
Player Behavior: Players of al'Thorick, Lukien Shadow, and Mitrian Listar are presumed to play as unlawful criminal characters from this point on, unless they can justify their actions lawfully.
OOC Incidents: Some automatic hits and posts were made, but were made with the consent of the character's respective owners.
Logs (if necessary):
Drakomir left his room at the inn later the next day. He had gotten more rest than he had ever dreamed! With excitement he wandered the streets of Anaheim to get a better look at the city in the daylight. He heard constant rumors about the Moon's odd behavior yet again. He shrugged it off and tried to think nothing of it. His wandering brought him to the city entrance, where many of Anaheim's inhabitants were gathered to do their day-to-day routines. He mingled among the crowd and listened to their stories. One such conversation particularly caught his attention, and the blond walked by to listen in more. He did his best not to attract attention; he leaned on a lamp post and kept his back turned to them while he eaves-dropped. Not exactly the most polite habit, but he didn't want to intrude uninvited. He crossed his arms and listened while closing his eyes, hiding their emerald sheen.
"Ch’yeah. I mean, sure, he spent most of his undead life as a vampire, but hated the guys! I mean, kind of happens when you get most of your throat ripped out by one. I'm not sure how he'd react to hearing about one here. It's a toss-up between “active murder attempt on the undead”, or, “move on and worry about something else instead." Drakomir heard the sound of a tell-tale shrug, and the woman continued on. "Considerin' how busy back home is... It'll probably be the latter, lest I decide I want to partake in these brawls..." Drakomir turned his head around just enough to see the woman give a truly devious grin to her counter-part.
The man beside her was dirty, and worn-out looking, yet walked with a grace befitting an aristocrat. "Sakura...just...just..."He sighed and began to rub his temples, "Look, just look, ok? You can't just go fighting an unknown enemy. Especially an organization! It’s different than some simple bad guy. Organizations are like a hydra. Cut off one head and two more will pop up."
Drakomir's eyebrows rose at the last statement given. Apparently there was more than meets the eye here in Anaheim. He felt that there was a certain truth to the man's words. He'd been in a battle where he came close to taking down the enemy general... except as soon as one bodyguard spotted him, then two more did, then four, then eight, and so on and so forth. He had to retreat with his fellow soldiers and regroup. The battle lasted a lot longer than it should have. He coughed and decided to turn around and look right at the conversers. Eaves-dropping was over; Time to get into the middle of things. "What are you folks talking about?" He almost sounded authoritative, with his arms crossed, voice strong and low. He smiled, however, showing them he meant no trouble.
The woman named Sakura just gave the man a wider grin, but stopped when being called upon. "Huh? Oh! Hello stranger." She grins again, and gives a casual shrug while maintaining a smug and playful smirk on her face. "Eh, town gossip, more or less. I only just arrived here, but it seems my friend, Uerc, here has the scoop on the events going on around Anaheim. Real interestin'. You a local I presume?" She rubs her chin, eyes looking Drakomir up and down in a mock-investigative manner.
The man Uerc just shook his head, and looked at Sakura like she was some unusual animal. "Look...we don't know who’s in charge and how many of them there are, only that they are pretty strong. Back when I had my own...thing,” He stopped and looked at Drakomir with an unsure gaze, “I had many subordinates and many replacements in case I ever fell."
Drakomir felt the warmth of the day die as the sun receded behind the horizon, bringing the city back into a dark, foreboding mystery. He eyed the two of them down and shook his head before nodding curtly to them. He turned to Uerc, "I've dealt with such things before, Sir. It’s very unfriendly business. From what I've gathered from your mutterings, you were the ring leader." Drakomir looked about and down the entrance to the city. He wondered if those bandits from the other day were still lurking in the forest edge...
Sakura seemed interested in what Drakomir had to say, "Ah... Any knowledge on what's been going on here, then? I'm only passing, myself, but it still is a lot of interest." She grins. "Where there's already-present trouble, I wouldn't mind lending a hand to the good side, if with a bit of brute force. Best force there is." Drakomir chuckled heartily at Sakura’s words. “Well, no I’m afraid not, but if I do need help, I’ll be sure to give you a call.” Sakura seemed satisfied and nods before turning her attention back to Uerc. "Hmm, so who is this Duchess, anyways?"
Uerc just sighed exasperatedly. "Her name is Fahima, an angel and an old friend from Urraim. She's watched out for me in the past, and it pains me to see her, you know..."
Drakomir shook his head and left the two to their conversation. Instead, he returned his attention beyond the city’s gates. Out there, somewhere, were amassing bandits; Renegades of poverty. One’s that were hard to the core. The City Watch sure weren’t interested in the matter… Drakomir decided he would take the duty of patrolling the outskirts of Anaheim. He took a deep breath and stepped out of the main gate where he crossed the river and proceeded onward.
***
Rand al'Thorick hid in the dense thickness of the pine-trees and watched with cold, dark eyes at the woman wandering through the woods near Anaheim. He looked to his cohort Lukien and nodded to him. Lukien knew what al'Thorick wanted, and his subordinate would obey or risk his life. He silently snapped his fingers forward toward the girl; the order for his men to jump forward and snatch her. Al’Thorick wanted knowledge, and he would get knowledge whether she liked it or not.
***
Alex Goot walked along the game trails in the trees. She examined the area with a wild interest; Unknowing, and unsuspecting of anything that might be waiting for her further in the dense trees. Looking up, she spied a patch of moonlight where the trees parted. Seizing the opportunity to rest, she sat down on a fallen log, careful not to tear her lengthy black dress. She looked around her, taking in the scenes of nature.
***
Lukien, The Shadow, was al’Thorick’s right hand man. He easily jumped forward through the trees in utter silence. He was the fastest of al'Thorick's bandits. By the time the girl could hear his footsteps he would already be right behind her and grabbing her arms. He smiled as he could feel her sudden jump at his unexpected presence. His hand wound up under her armpit and over her mouth so she couldn't scream. His free hand subdued her other arm so it wouldn't fling around wildly. He waited for his other companions, Garn and Mitrian, to quickly follow suit and subdue the woman's legs. When Garn finally arrived, he laughed rather manically. "Oh what have we here? Wandering in the woods all by yourself is rather dangerous, you know..." he said, while attempting to restrain her legs. The girl kicked free of Garn’s grasp, attempting to escape. He was on her in an instant, once again restraining her. He and Lukien laughed as they carried her away a distance and tied her to a thick tree, preventing her further attempts of escape. Garn grabbed her by the arms, he held her tightly, in case she had some trick up her dress’s black sleeves.
Mitrian was the last bandit to arrive, and rolled his eyes at Garn's display. “He certainly loves a good chase..." he thought. Taking his place silently on the other side of the woman, he held her other arm, securing her from escape even further. He looked at the woman, and said, "Don't move a muscle, lest we kill you dead right here and now." He frowned at the thought that she could actually escape anyway. He knew as well as any of his colleagues that she wouldn't likely leave here alive.
***
Drakomir knew something had to be amiss. He knew back at the gates of Anaheim. Felt it on the wind. Tonight was darker than usual. His path led him to the very edge of the farm fields. He'd gone as far as he could from the city. If anything really was out of order, he surely would have seen it. He waited a long while and patrolled the edge of the trees. He kept his ears listening. That was one of his special gifts; He was able to hear anything from a far distance... but he heard only the wind in the trees and silence. Silence... that dreadful word.
***
Rand al'Thorick smiled in secret delight at his captured victim. Lukien was doing a worthy job at making sure she didn't make a sound. He walked up to the girl bound to the tree and came close enough so that she could see the fire in his evil eyes. His voice was cruel and harsh; evil from the root of his soul. It had the sound of iron scraping against iron, and a raspiness that could put fear in the hearts of most. "Girl, you've trespassed in the wrong place at the right time." His laugh ensued, equally as tyrannical. He placed a cold hand on her pretty little face and ordered Lukien to let go of her mouth. "Now be a good girl... and tell me what I want to know."
Lukien tightened his grip around the girl's mouth and nose, almost making her suffocate before he let go so she could finally breathe again. The girl, Alex, took a deep draft of air, gasping in the chill night. Lukien would have enjoyed finishing her off, but thought of the bigger picture. Anaheim City: A jewel and a fortress all in one... Oh the lives he would take to set foot in that city.
Alex was visibly shaking, her entire body trembling from head to toe. Her peaceful stroll through the woods had turned into a horrible disaster, and she didn’t know what these men wanted from her! She then made the horrible mistake of looking down, and upon doing so, took notice of the horrific scene beside her. A man, recently stabbed, lay dead against the tree next to her. She'd been trying her hardest not to cry and scream, for she knew it's what these criminals didn’t want, but this was too much. Screaming as loud and high pitched as she could, she hoped for her life someone had could hear her, lest she end up like the man beside her.
Garn clamped his hand hard over the girl's mouth as quickly as he could. "Oh we like to scream do we? Good. I like when they scream. Makes the torture much more interesting..." he said, with a voice like the hiss of a venomous snake. He dismissed the scream, as there couldn't possibly be anyone walking the roads this late. Laughing at her misfortune, he smirked evilly, watching her squirm.
Mitrian laughed. "Pathetic. As if anyone can hear you. As if anyone who could cares. No one's coming to save you, woman. You will soon die here, all alone, in the bloody hands of murderers." he said, staring her down hard. It was a cruel statement, but to him it was the unfortunate truth. No one would be coming to her rescue this late at night. There was no chance of escape for her, and he hoped she now understood it. The truth hurts.
***
Drakomir had almost decided to return to Anaheim when he heard it. Shrill and clear as daylight; a scream! Drakomir turned in the direction from whence he heard the disturbance and instantly sprang into action at high speeds into the dark woods. The scream was definitely a woman's, and it wasn't too far away. He knew screams like that; screams of terror. His sword was quickly drawn and lay at his side as he ran deeper into the woods. He made trees and bushes shutter and crack. He had to hurry because some woman’s poor life was in danger. Soon enough he heard voices in the distant trees. He slowed down so as not to give away his position. He heard at least four distinct voices talking, and some form of struggling.
***
Rand al'Thorick snarled at his subordinates. "If she screams one more time I'll rip out your throats and feed them to the wolves! Keep her SILENT!" His eyes seemed to shift color and glow in the darkness. As if they were a cat’s. He grabbed Lukien by the shirt and tugged him towards him, "You know what to do." He then looked back at Alex and showed his teeth, sharp and cruel. "I see you've already met our dearly departed friend over here. It was a shame... he never held up his end of the deal... But I know you will, or you'll meet his same fate. Now tell me what you know about Anaheim City’s guard patrol routes, you pathetic PEASANT!" His eyes were black beads of hatred. He was a menacing being; Dark and more evil than anything imaginable.
Lukien listened to al'Thorick and in an instant, immediately grabbed the girl by the throat and pulled out a wicked-edged dagger and held it to her neck. "I would listen to what the man says, peasant, or I get to spill your blood all over this ground right where you stand." He stared into her eyes with malicious intent, pressing the blade tight against her throat. If she moved even a little bit, she would cut herself.
Alex was utterly terrified. She tried with all her might not to move, but still wound up cutting her neck slightly. She cringed in pain as she felt the dagger’s edge singe her throat with its hot edge. In attempt to reply with the least movement possible, she whispered hysterically, "I don't know anything about this place... I'm just passing through it! I arrived in town earlier today, with nothing but the clothes on my back to show for it... Please, don't hurt me. I know nothing, and have nothing for you to take!" Although she pleaded with all her might, she knew there was no hope of rescue.
Garn laughed and said with a faux voice filled with as much kindness as he could muster. “Did you hear that boys? We have the wrong girl, it seems. Well now, Of course we'll let you go…” He continued after a brief pause to let her process the thought. "Of course we'll let you go,” and then his voice returned to its original harshness, “right into the bottom of a ravine." he said, laughing cruelly, as he gripped her arm tighter, causing her to squirm in pain, cutting her throat further.
Mitrian once again rolled his eyes at Garn's display. "Bloodthirsty assassin..." he thought. From what he'd seen of Garn, he had no reason to believe he was anything other than that. He himself had a love for killing, but he wasn't as ruthless or nearly as cruel as he had seen Garn be. It made him wonder if he could really trust this hired assassin at all, but he dismissed the thought. If he was hired by al'Thorick, then he certainly had nothing to worry about…
***
Drakomir found a position just outside of the area. He saw four men dressed in garbish material, and a woman held hostage by knife. “Damn it...” He thought, “I wish I had more help with me. I don't know if I can take on all these guys.” His shook his head. “No, the girl had to be saved and I’m not going to let her come to harm tonight.” Drakomir judged by the sound of the questioning turning south; it wasn't looking good for her fate. He looked at his sword and gripped it fiercely. He could feel his inner rage growing and burning. He jumped out of his cover and showed himself fully. He immediately pulled out a small throwing dagger and threw it instinctually at the bandit holding the girl hostage. He was a good aim in times of stress and the distance wasn't that far. There was no way he could miss…
***
Al'Thorick frowned. He knew by the tone of the girl's voice that she was telling the truth. She was another dead-end; they would have to try again in a few days. "Then... I am afraid, my dear, that this is the end of the line for you. I've no need for useless information. Lukien, kill her." He turned around in time to see a man in bronze armor come out from behind a tree and throw a dagger at his second in command. He hissed and shouted out, "NO!"
***
Lukien loved the thrill of feeling warm blood on his hands. Just as he was about to obey his al’Thorick’s command, he felt an incredibly sharp, searing pain plunge it’s way in his right shoulder blade. He let out a cry of shock and dropped his dagger held against Alex's throat. He fell to the ground reaching for the painful protrusion sticking out of his back. He could barely get hold of it. The pain was starting to become too much, and Lukien pulled the blade out with all his might. His blood spilled from his wound, but now he could at least move his arm. He turned around to see where the dagger came from and saw a tall man in bronze armor standing by a tree with weapon drawn. Lukien groaned in pain and hefted the dagger up. "YOU'LL REGRET THAT!" He yelled out and dashed towards the man with incredible speed, regardless of the gaping hole in his back.
Alex watched the scene unfold. Despite all odds, someone had come to help her. She took this opportunity to help her savior. She struggled to pick up the dagger Lukien dropped and used it to cut herself free. Now released from the ropes that bound her, Alex took that moment to try and stab the captor closest to her while they were distracted. Aiming to stab the malicious man in front of her, she raced forward, with the knife in hand.
***
Garn had turned to face the cause of the commotion with lightning speed. He subconsciously let go of the girl, and let his full attention go to the bastard come to save this woman. Angry to be so rudely interrupted at his favorite part of torture, he raced forward with his concealed knives; intent to kill the man who had dared offset their plans. With his bloodlust rising, Garn smiled, thinking of how this man's blood would soon stain the ground crimson and satisfy his blood lust. He would make sure that he would be the one to do it, as well.
Drakomir threw up an immediate guard position to prepare for a particularly fast bandit's assault. He allowed his silver-edged sword to lay the deciding line between the two. Drakomir took note of how quickly the man moved. In a few seconds he would undoubtedly be upon him. Thankfully, Drakomir had the advantage of range over this dark thug. "Don't let this guy fool you. He may not have the range, but there's always the chance he has other tricks up his sleeves..." He thought to himself. The blond man tightened his grip and took a deep breath, then braced for impact.
Yonega Waya had just been entertaining her constant hunger in the deep woods beyond the city when hollering got her attention. The lycan made her way quietly towards the noise, using the thick brush as cover for her snowy pelt, and even pausing near a mud puddle to rub herself in it and further mask her form. The commotion was obvious enough, given the fact that she could smell no other beasts around them, the roosting birds quite displeased with the whole cherade. She could see four men, a woman, and one man standing up to the four, the smell of fury and blood rich in the air. The blood came from two, maybe three sources, she noticed. One was a man, the other the woman, who was clearly one in need. The others appeared to be going after the be-armored one. Interesting. She now had a choice to make: lie later when things came to the guards that she didn't see a thing? Or help the ones in need out? She opted for the latter choice and would explain her actions to Xus later...One Lukien appeared to be going after the armored hero. So, she decided who would receive the brunt of her force. The charging man, of course! Speed on her side against them, the Were lunged from her safe vantage, feet eating ground. Just before Luki was liable to strike Drak, the Werewolf would be upon him, furry arms wrapping his waist and body used to throw him to the side and tackle him like a medieval linebacker to the ground. Rawr! Take that!
Rand al'Thorick's dark eyes watched in dismay as his right-hand associate charged the rather unexpected armored behamoth. The young fool was skilled but this was rediculous! And then, seemlingly from out of nowhere, a flash of white. He had no idea what sort of beast it was, for it was faster than almost anything he had ever seen. Al'Thorick saw the flash moving towards his trusted ally, and a scream of rage errupted from deep within his gut. Brandishing his axe and shouting to the world, he ran after his ally to try and intercept the beast. It seemed to be of no avail. He watched in axiety as the beast gained ground. There seemed to be no hope for dear Lukien at this point.
Lukien Shadow could feel the shearing pain in his back still, but it would not make him retreat from tearing this man limb-from-limb. He pulled an additional dagger out from his side so he was wielding two at once. He was just steps away from the bronze-plated being, when suddenly he was hammered to his left, lifted off the ground. There was something seemingly heavy, and rather furry pressed against his side. His daggers were dropped in surprise as his miniscule body was thrown out of it's original path. He cried out in shock-and-awe and curled up unintentionally into a fetal position. He then felt his body smack the ground, and a rather unpleasant "crack" ensue from his right rib. He hollared out in pain and torment from his misplaced rib. He clutched his side and groaned. His day was over, and he passed out in utter pain.
Alex Goot advanced toward the dark male in front of her. Arm outstretched, she raced forward, fully intent on stabbing the man. "You will not be striking me down tonight." she thought, as she ran on. Careful not to trip or lose her grip, she advanced upon her dark captor.
Garn Renshai watched as the large white blur advanced upon his comrade and attempted to strike him down. "What the hell was that?!" He wondered. Pausing his attack, he watched as the beast attacked Lukien, and struck him down, despite the attempted intervention of the leader Rand. Unknowingly, he had completely lost attention of his attack on the blonde attacker that had come to save the girl, and had focused his whole attention of the new task at hand.
Mitrian Listar had lost all attention of the girl, and it had proved to be his fatal mistake. He hadn't heard her advance upon him until it was far too late. He felt the piercing blow of the dagger, hit him from the side. The girl had swung around, piercing his left side. He staggered from the blow. Stumbling, trying to gather his bearings and keep concious, he stumbled to the tree, and upon tripping over a root, hit his head on the trunk and blacked out.
Drakomir couldn't believe his eyes. A large werewolf had just taken down his foe for him! He shook off the sudden surprise and turned to his left, and there he saw another advancing opponent. The extremely cruel individual who was being rather harsh on the girl. He wouldn't, couldn't accept that. Drakomir rushed forward towards him and brought his sword up to bare. He saw the man swiftly swing his arms from a distance and was thankful he was wearing armor milliseconds later. He felt sharp clangs bounce off his armor as small throwing knives hit the metal. One of which unfortunately managed to pierce through and leave a sharp cut on his leg. Drakomir's rage increased from the sudden sensation and when he reached the despicable bandit, cut him down with one mighty blow. His silver-edged sword easily sliced through his light leather chest piece and cut his chest wide open. He watched the man fall and die moments later. Breathing heavily, Drakomir turned around and faced the leader.
Yonega Waya would stay crouched over the figure as he made his displeased cry and was about to suggest he stay where he was until he up and passed out. Well, that solved that problem! Now for the other three! Hulking white form stood up from her crouch and turned to face the remaining three assailants, her lips pulled back to enhance the look of viciousness about her. The thick scarring on the left side of her face just made that snarl even more frightening as she drew her paws back and to the sides of her eight and a half foot tall form, opened maw wide, and roared with all the ferocity she had. She was quite intent on scaring the piss out of the remaining Rand as it appeared Garn was cut down or something. And as for Rand, if he continued forward, he'd be meeting the back of a large paw to the face that would most likely send him flying backwards or at least spinning in place and knocked to the ground. There was enough force to daze, but not kill the man behind a blow like that.
Rand al'Thorick's furious eyes glared as his three followers were downed in a matter of moments. He hardly had enough time to focus on all three events. Lukien... his best man was undoubtedly going to die if he didn't intervene. Mitrian, too, was out for the count. Seemingly unconcious due to a blow to the head. And then Garn, the idiot assassin wasn't worth the money. Had he paid a little more attention he might have realized what a futile attempt it was to attack such an armored man. But when his black eyes returned to the beast, he narrowed them. It spoke to him. "It'll be enough once your blood turns this earth red, you satanic beast." His voice, again like steel sliding against steel. Harsh and cruel, raspy, and all the more evil. Yet he didn't move forward. He saw how the tides had turned against him. Three on one was hardly a fair fight. Still... al"Thorick never did fight fair. Exept this time was undoubtedly different. He wasn't prepared for a were-attack.
Alex Goot rounded around and joined the blonde at his side. Looking up at him, yet keeping her eyes on the last and most gruesome of the assailants, she said quietly, "Thanks for the rescue, kind sir. May I ask your name?" The man intrigued her, for there was no way anyone should have heard her scream. Sure, she had been loud, but she hadn't noticed anyone in her general area when she'd been walking though the woods... so how had he heard her? That, and where had he come from? These questions plagued her, even in the face of the fight she was involved in.
Drakomir didn't have the time to answer the woman's questions. He simply stated, "Drakomir." and stepped in front of her. He continued to hold his sword ahead of him, ready as always. Drakomir hated killing. Despised it. However, these men were not ones to be easily trifled with. His green eyes steeled themselves on the man called al'Thorick. He recognized the name. Al'Thorick was a vicious criminal. The leader of the Black Rock organization. He had killed countless tolls of people and murdered his way through the country-side. Drakomir was uneasy about taking on a fugitive like this, yet if he managed to take him in, or even kill him for that matter, the world would be a much safer place. He felt cold as those black evil eyes looked at him on occasion. "al"Thorick, by order of the Prince and Princess of the Principality of Anaheim, I order you to stand down and relinquish your weapons." Drakomir looked shiftily at the were. He was still unsure of it's intentions here, yet it seemed to be on his side. He made sure to keep his sword in the middle between the two. He looked at the wolf and nodded respectfully, "I admirably and honorably thank you for your assistance..." He didn't know of anything else to say, or if there was anything to be said.
Yonega Waya completely gave in when the man said he was going to stain her blood upon the earth, the Were cowering where she stood and even letting out a whimper to emphasize this! But it was a facade. The short display ended as the lycan stood erect again and pointed her nose at the ground, snout wrinkled and mud-flecked ears layed back. "You really don't wanna fight me, mister. So, you can sit down on the ground quietly and wait for mister armor-man there to tie you up and haul you into the city while I take your friends to the local healing house-" Were or not, Yone wasn't cruel...she'd make sure his men were at least given the proper treatment to survive. "-Or." She picked up again, pacing towards him with paws clenched into fists readily. "You can continue on this charade and I will just haul you off into the night. These nice folks can pretend they didn't see anything." She was kidding, of course, not that her tone suggested that. Her eyes looked around to the young woman who approached the armored man and asked for his name. Yep, that's how it always was...humans got all the praise. But she wouldn't judge the frightened girl for now, figuring she just didn't notice the werewolf that'd pretty much dissolved the fight before it even began. Then Drak spoke his piece on this now-called 'al'Thorick'. Gesturing blandly towards the armored one, she continued on. "See now, mister, do you /really/ wanna face us? Primes know I don't wanna hurt you, but if you keep this up...well, I'm just gonna hafta eat your face off and give your heart to my alpha."
Rand al'Thorick knew his situation wasn't a good one. There was no physical way for him to take on two strong fighters. He lowered his ax. "Well I'm afraid that there is no way that I am going to do that, you see," He paused and glared at the all three of them, "I have no intention of getting locked up this night. Nor any night for that matter. However... I will be taking one of my men with me tonight, whether you like it or not. And you will not stop me." He felt strong in his cruel voice. al'Thorick reached into his pocket and pulled out a small spherical looking device and clicked it once. "I'll be gone by the time you realize what happened." And with that, al'Thorick threw the device on the ground and enveloped the entire area with a dark and very thick smoke. He Used his cover of smoke to run up and very quickly sling Lukien over his shoulders. "THIS WONT BE THE LAST TIME YOU'VE SEEN ME, FOOLS!" He yelled in the thick smoke, and then moments later, rather distantly, meniacle laughter could be heard quickly disapearing in the darkness.
Alex Goot watched as the shady man and his comerades fled into the night. Looking up at the man, she said, once again, "Thank you for rescuing me. I know not how you heard my screams, but without your intervention, I would have surely perished due to their overwhelming numbers, so I do not question it." She walked out from behind the man, and over to the tall white were, while also keeping a safe distance. "Of course, I shall not leave you out. I haven't the faintest idea of your true alignments, but you have my eternal gratitude in aiding in my rescue." she said. She bowed to them both, and said, "My name is Alexis Goot, and being a mere traveller, I have nothing to offer for this rescue but the clothes on my back, and the toil of my hands. However, I would gladly be willing to do a deed for you both for my rescue, should you need it."
Yonega Waya snarled as he reached into his pocket for something, the wolfess lunging just as it was thrown upon the ground; but the stench of smoke filled her nose and she landed where Rand had been a moment before, paw covering snout as the wolfess coughed and snorted, unable to pick up on the mans scent through the thick of it. That wouldn't mean she wouldn't be able to find it after it cleared, nor track the fellow and his wounded comrade afterwards either. No, Rand was gonna have to run fast if he wanted to get away from Yone in time and find a feasible way of losing her. Clever old wolf knew the many tricks of the hunted and evading her was gonna be very, very difficult. But, for now, She would then limp towards Mit and haul him onto her shoulder as Alex approached her and Yonega Waya offered her thanks. Offering a wolfish grin afterwards, Yone replied, "Don't stress about it. It's the least I could do to ones in aid." Her tail swayed behind her in measure of contentment. "And you shouldn't worry 'bout me being a danger to you two right now. I just heard and smelled the commotion on my way back to town and figured someone might need some help." The blue-eyed beast limped towards the direction the city was. "We should probably get this guy into town, don't you think? And I'm gonna need a change of clothes once we get near. A shirt will suffice until I can return to the room I am renting." She was careful not to offer her name just yet.
Drakomir understandinlgy nodded towards the beast. He was very grateful for the help. Had she not arived to create a diversion, the situation could have turned for the worst. Yet, Drakomir smiled to her and carefully sheathed his sword. He knew of the alleged dislike Lycans had towards silver. Then his mind turned toward al'Thorick. The bastard got away! Damn it! He hoped to take him into custody and charge him for all of his crimes against the people he hurt. He looked to the girl Alexis. He offered his greetings to her finally, after calming down. Drakomir turned to the Were and began to walk in the direction of the city with her. "You've done a great deed tonight, wolf. We've singe-handedly crippled a mad-man's power in the land. He has fewer numbers now. However that doesn't mean he wont be back. al'Thorick knows how to hold a grudge and keep it. It's a shame we didn't get ahold of his buddy, Lukien. He would've given us good information about al'Thorick's wearabouts and secret locations." He smirked and continued his strong baritone voice echoing through the woods. "But we do have /this/ guy!" He knocked the unconcious bandit somewhat hard on the back. It wouldn't hurt him, but he'd probably have a buise there. He took notice of the knife in his side and shook his blond head. "I just hope he doesn't die before we get to question him..."
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