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Post by adaun on Nov 14, 2004 21:55:35 GMT -5
Adaun took the horse from the coachman and tore off toward the north as fast as the horse would go. She still continued to kick the horse, the animal pressed harder, Adaun continued without even realizing it. Adauns rage consumed her fully, she couldn't think straight.
The Mistress had known that Phelan was her brother. Adaun knew the Mistress had known, that was why she had been so cryptic. Adaun decided that she would no longer be in the employ of the mistress. She would claim that she had killed Phelan and she would savior the kill herself later when she caught back up with him.
She would kill that wench that he was with first, she wanted to cause him ultimate pain now. She began formulating her plans as she rode.
Every now and then the horse would try to stop for water or a rest and Adaun would beat the thing till it moved. She would ride it till it died but she would make Neriak tonight.
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Post by adaun on Nov 15, 2004 20:46:37 GMT -5
Adaun rode the horse right up to the coachman, who stared in dismay at the condition of the horse. The horse fell over mouth open barley breathing.
" What have you done to my horse? " He screamed at her.
" Your horse served its purpose that is all. If you continue to yell at me you will wish that I had killed you instead of what I will do to you. Understand?! " She said with a quite cold blooded voice.
The Coachman quivered and began attending to the half dead horse.
Adaun turned and headed into Neriak. The guards nodded to her knowing who she was and her prowess. None of the Guard ever got invovled in her buisness after one guard came up missing a few years ago.
She seethed with rage as she walked with cat like grace down the ramps into the bowles of the city.
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Post by adaun on Nov 17, 2004 9:42:17 GMT -5
The Mistress' house came into sight. She still hadn't decided what she would do. She had already decided that her time with this house had ended, Adaun was thinking the head of the captian of her personal guard placed next to her in bed would be a fitting calling card.
Then she could move on to more important things, like chopping down her brother. He had survived an was the only person who had ever wounded her and lived. She wasnt' about to let that happen. She felt the anger seeth through her mind making a thick fog, she didnt care anymore. She embraced the hate and pain and turned into strength.
She sat on the roof top a long while waiting for the house to settle to slumber, then she made her move....
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Post by adaun on Nov 18, 2004 5:27:41 GMT -5
The silence of the early morning in Neriak was shattered by and ear piercing scream. Then the clatter and confusion of the guards of the Mistress' house as they ran through the streets in pursuit of their long gone asailant. Adaun laughed to herself as she headed north, she had to train harder if she wanted to kill Phelan, he had become her new obsession. " He will die, He will die, He will die..." She repeated over and over again with each step. though the temperature was steadily droping Adaun sweat with a feverish rage. She couldn't allow this monstrosity that she was related to continue to live. He had abandon her and for that he would die. Him and that whor of a dark elf he had taken company with. In due time. She thought to herself. Snow began to fall around her, she knew that she would have to find something warmer to wear than her plate mail, the metal was bone chilling to the touch and her bare skin stuck to it in places. She ignored the cold for now, she would deal with that in due time as well. Adaun continued to walk, she didn't know where she was going but she knew that she wasnt' there yet. continued here |
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