Post by Tinsy Stormsight on Apr 16, 2008 0:46:44 GMT
Night had long since fallen over the courtyard and chapel of St. Ninian's Order. 'Twas chilly, although not brutally cold like before, and the breeze was wet. Clouds blew over the moon and stars.
It seemed reasonable that the weasel would choose this kind of weather to show up again. This was, after all, exactly the night that he'd pick to die on. And, if he couldn't persuade some of the greener guards of who he was, who knew?
But no. Rippla Forlinost could outfight anybeast in Terralux, with the possible exception of Regen Eale. None of these others were disciplined enough to be a difficutly.
And, in fact, he didn't see a guard at all. He'd left his assistant..and maybe friend, who knew?..Danniar at Starsett. It had rained all day before, and she hadn't seemed very happy to be walking around during the night. She hadn't been going to complain, of course, which was admirable in itself..but Rippla didn't think Terragon Scrufftail would be pleased to learn that he'd gotten the rat a cold.
He'd snuck past the guard at the arch. Clearly the Lord Eale had been busy during his absence..there seemed to be a guard everywhere he went. The weasel hadn't bothered to go through the fort..he was sure he'd see more of the same.
It would appear that Regen was not involved in defense of the Ninian's area, since the guard there didn't even notice the weasel going around behind him. But then, Rippla was dressed mostly in black, and his dark eyes reflected very little light. All it had really taken to get around was covering his rapier hilt so it didn't catch the full moon above. The weasel didn't stop when he got by, but only slipped around and got into the chapel.
It was warm there, and dry. Rippla shed his wet fur cloak and hung it over a back pew. The rapier, too, he left on the seat beside it.
Rippla was a tall weasel, barely finished shedding his winter fur. Aside from his build..lean and steely, like his weapon..and the Thor's Hammer on a cord around his neck, he didn't look that unusual. His fur was muddy brown, and his eyes black as the sky outside..but much calmer, with more ice than wind. He dressed in black tunic and trousers, and worn boots.
Well, that and a livid scar that ran across his face, a souvenir from his arrival at Terralux. He was a bit fuzzy on the exact details of the skirmish..he only recalled a hung squirrel, Mister Eale with a knife, and a whip meeting his face.
All unpleasant, but it seemed more like a dream than anything else. The weasel still had the scar to remind him though..it twisted his left lip into a sneer and ran across his face, ending just under his right eye.
Rippla seemed to be in a good mood, though. He'd actually missed this place..not Terralux precisely, but the church he was in. It had become a sort of hideout of his..although he was Viking, even he could feel a distant Presence here. It wasn't unpleasant.
He bowed his head toward the altar, a slight inclanation..a polite greeting, no more..and settled onto a pew. It was empty in the main church, although there might be somebeast in a small chapel to one side. The candlelight flickered off his eyes, casting an almost pleasant glow over his scarred face.
The chapel, though, was a black opening. Anybeast could be in. In fact, Rippla was counting on somebeast being there.
Terragon Scrufftail, in fact. He knew the squirrel leaderess frequented the church, seemingly just to be there..the same reason he himself did. They were more alike than Scrufftail cared to admit, although he wasn't a fool enough to mention it to her. Rippla had little need to be afraid, but there was no sense in antagonizing somebeast who already seemed to be upset enough.
He took a breath and let it out slowly, contemplating what to do next. After a moment, he decided and spoke in a relaxed tone of voice.
"Hello."
His accent was high-born Briton, very clear and clipped. It was, aside from that, almost like he had no accent at all. It wasn't very pleasant, but was easy to decipher, unlike the rough Spanish accents of the Eales or the low-class speech of Danniar Anglafallen.
He waited a moment for a response, not concerned that he might be speaking to an empty Church. After all, nobeast was there to hear him...
OOC: Open, but specifically w/ Terragon. Rippla reports back.
Mild autohit on Danniar..if you want me to take it off, I can. I just couldn't see her sneaking past Regen's guards in the middle of the night.
It seemed reasonable that the weasel would choose this kind of weather to show up again. This was, after all, exactly the night that he'd pick to die on. And, if he couldn't persuade some of the greener guards of who he was, who knew?
But no. Rippla Forlinost could outfight anybeast in Terralux, with the possible exception of Regen Eale. None of these others were disciplined enough to be a difficutly.
And, in fact, he didn't see a guard at all. He'd left his assistant..and maybe friend, who knew?..Danniar at Starsett. It had rained all day before, and she hadn't seemed very happy to be walking around during the night. She hadn't been going to complain, of course, which was admirable in itself..but Rippla didn't think Terragon Scrufftail would be pleased to learn that he'd gotten the rat a cold.
He'd snuck past the guard at the arch. Clearly the Lord Eale had been busy during his absence..there seemed to be a guard everywhere he went. The weasel hadn't bothered to go through the fort..he was sure he'd see more of the same.
It would appear that Regen was not involved in defense of the Ninian's area, since the guard there didn't even notice the weasel going around behind him. But then, Rippla was dressed mostly in black, and his dark eyes reflected very little light. All it had really taken to get around was covering his rapier hilt so it didn't catch the full moon above. The weasel didn't stop when he got by, but only slipped around and got into the chapel.
It was warm there, and dry. Rippla shed his wet fur cloak and hung it over a back pew. The rapier, too, he left on the seat beside it.
Rippla was a tall weasel, barely finished shedding his winter fur. Aside from his build..lean and steely, like his weapon..and the Thor's Hammer on a cord around his neck, he didn't look that unusual. His fur was muddy brown, and his eyes black as the sky outside..but much calmer, with more ice than wind. He dressed in black tunic and trousers, and worn boots.
Well, that and a livid scar that ran across his face, a souvenir from his arrival at Terralux. He was a bit fuzzy on the exact details of the skirmish..he only recalled a hung squirrel, Mister Eale with a knife, and a whip meeting his face.
All unpleasant, but it seemed more like a dream than anything else. The weasel still had the scar to remind him though..it twisted his left lip into a sneer and ran across his face, ending just under his right eye.
Rippla seemed to be in a good mood, though. He'd actually missed this place..not Terralux precisely, but the church he was in. It had become a sort of hideout of his..although he was Viking, even he could feel a distant Presence here. It wasn't unpleasant.
He bowed his head toward the altar, a slight inclanation..a polite greeting, no more..and settled onto a pew. It was empty in the main church, although there might be somebeast in a small chapel to one side. The candlelight flickered off his eyes, casting an almost pleasant glow over his scarred face.
The chapel, though, was a black opening. Anybeast could be in. In fact, Rippla was counting on somebeast being there.
Terragon Scrufftail, in fact. He knew the squirrel leaderess frequented the church, seemingly just to be there..the same reason he himself did. They were more alike than Scrufftail cared to admit, although he wasn't a fool enough to mention it to her. Rippla had little need to be afraid, but there was no sense in antagonizing somebeast who already seemed to be upset enough.
He took a breath and let it out slowly, contemplating what to do next. After a moment, he decided and spoke in a relaxed tone of voice.
"Hello."
His accent was high-born Briton, very clear and clipped. It was, aside from that, almost like he had no accent at all. It wasn't very pleasant, but was easy to decipher, unlike the rough Spanish accents of the Eales or the low-class speech of Danniar Anglafallen.
He waited a moment for a response, not concerned that he might be speaking to an empty Church. After all, nobeast was there to hear him...
OOC: Open, but specifically w/ Terragon. Rippla reports back.
Mild autohit on Danniar..if you want me to take it off, I can. I just couldn't see her sneaking past Regen's guards in the middle of the night.