* Emelbur was already irritated that the grandly returned Adustim was too good to dignify him by addressing him by name (only to use Sadurean's first name immediately after!) but then Avinash was going to try to pull something like that? He spun about in one smart movement and leaned towards teh pair with the intensity of his glare. "I was seeing to it you did your duty, Corporal! I can see you don't understand how that works, but I'll
<Emelbur> how that works, but I'll find time to educate you when you're not guarding the gate." And out of spite he didn't even acknowledge Adustim, simply turning on his heel to continue his interrupted departure.
* Adustim clears his throat, "Corporal, I am sure Emelbur here is just making sure that you are properly doing your duty." He smiled to his comrade, "Emelbur, I do apologize for the Corporal's actions but I am here now and he does have information I seek. For the time being it has been apporved by the first sergeant, on behalf of acting captain D`Cint, that he help me. I am sure you can understand ~~
<Adustim> ~~ sir." he bows his head apologetically
* Sadurean watches Emelbur with a scowl, but turns his attention to Adustim with a smile soon enough. He's not going to apologize to the man, that's for certain. "Get someone to cover me here and I'll show you what you've been looking for." He's a bit smug, but mostly because he's fairly sure his source is true and he has a good idea where Jory is hiding.
* Emelbur doesn't even glance back, simply waving a hand to signal he was done discussing this. He'd talk with Adustim later in the warmth of the barracks.
* Adustim watches Emelbur go with an almost sad look in his eyes, "He is a good man. When I was younger, we worked together. You two don't seem to get along all that well...but it is to be expected since you don't get along with many. In the Watch that is. So, Durean," He turns to him again, "You have news?"
* Sadurean just rolls his eyes at the small lecture, not commenting his own feelings for once. "Yes. I have news, but if we don't get moving it's not going to matter. Remember what I said about information growing old quickly? This is one such case. We can stand here talking or we can go and you can catch your quarry. It's your choice, sir." He says with a slightly edged tone now.
* Adustim nods, "Lets be off." With that he calls over a Watchman and tells him to stand guard at Durean's post, they had business to attend. With that, he nods to Durean, "Let's be off.
* Sadurean sighs in relief. If all of his hard work had amounted to nothing he was going to be rather perturbed, especially since he did it before his shift when he could have been sleeping. "You taking care of it alone or want to pick up some other men?" The bard has a falchion at his side, but the Sergeant has never seen him handle a weapon before and the boy certainly doesn't look to have the muscles.
<Adustim> "I want to assess the situation first, if I think I can handle it, i will...if not, I will send you to get more men. Lead the way." he motions for Durean to show him the way.
<Sadurean> That works for him! It's not a quick trip. Where they're going is far on the other side of town, the southwest corner of Sinari where there are a lot of older forges, abandoned mines and warehouses, and more run down operations. The bard actually shakes out his white cloak and pulls the hood up over his head, muttering something about not wanting to be recognized here on duty as he leads the Sergeant along a lot of back streets a
<Sadurean> lot of back streets and more rural paths.
* Adustim raises his hood as well, bowing his head and wrapping himself in his cloak. remaining silent, he walks just behind and to the right of Durean.
<Sadurean> They can't disguise that they're guards, but likely no one will know which guards they are. Once or twice the bard stops, glancing around for something, some sign or indication of what he's looking for, but he doesn't divulge anything. He has his secrets and he isn't going to share them. Finally he ducks into a small shack that's missing it's windows, but the roof keeps most of the snow out. Once inside he moves to the south-faci
<Sadurean> moves to the south-facing window and points to a building past a few trees and drifts of ice-hardened snow. "That building.."
* Adustim looks to where Sadurean points, "Did you see him alone, or with anyone?" Adustim, having lived in the wastes for a time knew how to track and hunt. he slowly moves forward, a few feet and narrows his eyes using his keen sight to look for any signs of traps, foot-prints, or the like. He also scans the area to see how many people are present.
* Sadurean is pointing from inside the shack, the shadows in the dilapidated building providing considerable concealment from any onlookers that may wander by. It also sheilds them from view by anyone in the building that the bard is pointing out. "I didn't see him at all, this is just where my sources told me to look. You'll have to check it out yourself." He had told the man as much before that he wasn't going to risk his own n
<Sadurean> going to risk his own neck tracking the pirate personally.
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* Adustim nods, "Alright. If I need your aid, I'll signal for you, if I do, go find backup as fast as you can and come back here, alright?"
<Plot_Device> The chill actually let up a bit as the men discussed Sadurean's information. The overcast sky began to dump large, fluffy flakes on the area, a gift of the warmer air over the ocean. It drew a hush over the area, mufflign sounds and dampening echoes. It was quite pretty, though.
<Sadurean> "Are you sure that's a good idea? The man is a murderer. I could go get people while you do surveilance." He's being much less coy and deliberate with his words now, speaking more honestly than he normally does. Likely the tenseness of the situation.
* Adustim nods, "If you'd like you can go now...I know what he is, I can handle myself but make it fast, go find more people, I'll scout ahead."
* Sadurean frowns, not liking that idea. "I'll wait." If the Sergeant wants to be a one-man army he'll at least have someone to tell the tale of it. If Durean runs off now he won't have any story to tell, plus no one would believe him anyway, most likely. That last is a thought that occurred to him after his first suggestion and he'll voice it, "I'm not sure anyone would go with me.."
<Plot_Device> The snow continued to drift down... and was it befoming heavier? A wind kicked up, blowing in off the river and still carrying the scent of the ocean. For the smell to carry this far it had to be a strong wind indeed, slowed only by the city walls and buildings.
* Adustim nods pointedly. He stays bundled up and slowly makes his way out into the snow. As he moves, he unsheathes his sword, preparing for any attack he might face. As he moved out, he kept a very careful eye on his surroudings making sure to blend in nicely with the snow. he watched for people and traps. As he moved quietly and carefully towards his destination, he remaind ever quiet in an attempt ~~
<Adustim> ~~ to keep the advantage of surprise.
* Sadurean will just hunker down in the shack, watching through the window from the shadows. He doesn't think he'll get attacked, but this is normally not an area of town he would wander alone, especially in uniform.
<Plot_Device> There's no one on the street and as Adustim creeps forward he encounters no traps, either by noticing them or stumbling upon them. It brings him all the way up to the large, abandoned warehouse. There's debris scattered around on the floor as well as scattered drifts of snow. There's no sign of tracks, but then it's a large building so who could say? Abandoned equipment near the back seems to be a likely place for a person to
<Plot_Device> place for a person to hide, as well as a shack on the elevated walk around the upper level of the building.
* Adustim turns his gaze to the abandoned equipment and towards the elevated walk. he decides on the walk. Hulking over, stayling lowe to the ground and out of view, he begins moving for the walk, sword at the ready for any sign of trouble. He also had to keep in mind that the pirate was likely armed with a pistol. His cold eyes became colder as the hunter in him took over. he had to focus on his ~~
<Adustim> ~~ years in the waste and remember how to survive, it wouldn't be hard because he had just returned.
<Plot_Device> There were rusted, iron steps on either end of the building. They might support his weight, they might not, it's hard to say. There's also a small shack mid-way down the walk, likely once an office for foremen or an overseer, but now, well, the glass panes were broken out and nothing could be seen through them. From the corner of his eye he might make out a darting movement near the abandoned equipment, but if he turned to loo
<Plot_Device> if he turned to look, there wasn't anything to be seen.
* Adustim narrows his eyes and begins moving, rather quickly for the abandoned equipment. it semeed to be where someone was rushing past. Keeping his wits about him, he moved quickly and quietly.
<Plot_Device> As Adustim moved to intercept whatever he'd seen move towards the rear of the building, a blast of noise boomed out from some point in the clutter and shot bounced off various pieces of metal. It was a shotgun blast and it was aimed at him, though there was a wide area it could actually hit.
* Adustim dives away from the sound and grins, rolling behind some debris...the sound of a gun. Most would fear it, he wanted it. Quickly, he looked around for something he could use. Bags of material, something round, anything to make a mock body and fast. This was an idea he had been toying with. If he could find material to create a fake body and use it as a decoy, he could go after the pirate.
* Sadurean is a bit nervous, knowing the man is well-trained but it's still a dangerous situation and it's making him uneasy. He's watching where Adustim disappeared through the trees, the falling snow and obstructions blocking any good sight of the Sergeant. His dark blue eyes widen considerably when the blast resounds through the soft snow. He rushes forward to the window and peers out, but can't see anything better from his vantage
<Sadurean> better from his vantage.
<Plot_Device> Adustim goes about making his prop and only silence reaches his ears. There's no followup shot, there's no sound of approaching steps and there's no shouted words. Simply silence.
* Adustim nods once his body is done, he props it against his hiding place, exposing part of the head. he was acting fast. After this, he makes for a quick exit out of the line of sight where the gunshot was heard. if this works, he'd be able to move quickly in a circle pattern, starting to move around where the shot came from.
* Sadurean hems and haws for a few moments, and it occurs to him that he's not going to see any signal with all this snow, so he'll pull his cloak on tighter and creep out of the shack. He begins a cautious approach towards the warehouse, keeping a careful distance and looking all around. It never dawns on him to draw his weapon, or even to check if it's loose in the scabbard as blades often freeze in the cold.
<Plot_Device> There's not much in the way of significant cover in the room aside from wherethe shot came from, but he made due, it seemed, as no other shots echoed out in the cavernous room. He doesn't catch sight of anything, but there were several nooks that a person could conceal themself in. Outside, Sadurean would see a form running away from the building, hugging the wall and stopping when he reached the edge of the street.
<Plot_Device> street.
* Adustim , noticing the lack of fire at all, figures the pirate was running, as he makes way for where the pirate was, he notices that Durean exits the building...with a growl he begins making way for Durean, hoping he caught glimpse of the pirate in his foolishness
* Sadurean stands, lifting his arm to keep the snow from his eyes as he peers down the street to the figure leaving the building. Is that Adustim? No white uniform..no.. not his Sergeant and that means it must be the pirate! The bard looks around in a hurry and jumps behind a pile of snow. It's not that he's a coward, he's just not suicidal. He would much rather point out which way the criminal went than try to fight him.
<Sadurean> fight him.
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* Adustim begins rushing for the hiding spot and back towards the city...a place for anyone to hide in a crowd. As he rushes by the shack he speaks, not quietly, but not yelling, "Durean, get out here! Where'd he go?" he looks around trying to catch the slightest glimpse of the man, slowing only a little as he waits for Durean.
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<Plot_Device> Cough. Before Adustim starts running back out of the building, the person outside, correctly identified as Jory Eurick, began running again. Unfortunately what Sadurean couldn't see was that the man was running directly for his snow drift, and after a few moments, was looming over him, a flint-lock pistol leveled at him. "Give me your cloak." That was certainly direct.
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* Sadurean is just looking up to try and spy where the man is gonna sneak off to when suddenly the pirate is looming over him with a pistol at point blank range. He swallows nervously and only considers his options for a second or two because he nods sharply and sits up enough to yank the thick wool cloak over his head. You just don't argue with a man that has a firearm pointed at you. He saw how the healer fared.
* Adustim , now that thinks are clarified, was running behind Jory after hearing no shots, whether or not he could see any shadow of him was another story. He hasn't yet seen Durean but he seems to be running back towards the area anyway. It was not long before he turned the corner of the building and begins making his way back to the hideout.
* Jory_Eurick grins at the cowering watchman and snatches the cloak away. "Thank you kindly." He followed that with a sharp kick aimed at his stomach. Hopefully he'd double over and that would give Jory a window to throw the cloak on then start running north towards town. And it would only take a moment before he was off, reveling in his good fortune.
* Sadurean was just offering the pirate a nervous smile at the "thank you" figuring it's best to humor the man and avoid getting shot. The boot digs into his stomach and he grunts as the air is blasted from his lungs and he crumples over in the snow reflexively. His first instinct is to chase after the bastard as his temper flares, but for once he manages to think through the rage and remember that Jory has a gun and he'll just count
<Sadurean> and he'll just count his blessings instead. Adustim is probably dead, blown to pieces back in the warehouse. Maybe Kalidus is watching over the bard today.
* Adustim doesn't see what happens to Durean but he sees someone in a cloak rushing off, he thought it odd. Durean didn't seem like the type of lad to give chase...just hide. Adustim had not given a signal and the gunshot was a few minutes ago...he would have gotten further away. He doesn't have time to second guess himself, so he pushes forward at a good hard run at the man in the cloak. Hoping it ~~
<Adustim> ~~ wasn't Durean.
* Jory_Eurick heard the sound of running steps behind him and he figured the boy he'd just robbed wasn't brave enough to chase after him, so he ducked behind a conveniet tree beside the road, pressed his back against it, then leaned around it with the gun extended to taek aim at the persuing figure and take a shot. His only shot, at that, but he wasn't bad, even if he did say so himself--the people he hit ofted didn't say much of anythin
<Jory_Eurick> didn't say much of anything.
* Sadurean finally gains his breath back and slowly climbs to his feet. He watches the pirate race down the street in -his- cloak, and oh look! There's the Sergeant, still alive. He's glad for that. He'll start after them at a slower pace, plodding through the snow in a parallel fashion to the road. A nice safe distance away is best.
* Adustim begins catching up with Jory. When he sees the man duck behind a tree, his suspicions are confirmed, when the gun shot goes off, he is quick to move but not quick enough. The bullet tears through his left arm, making it as if the man hit a wall. He is jerked back for only a moment but then continues running, full pace. blood falls from his arm in an open would that only seems to bleed more ~~
<Adustim> ~~ as he keeps up his adrenaline. He was pissed now. He pushed harder for Jory, blocking out the pain in his mind.
* Jory_Eurick waited long enough to confirm that his shot hit and then he'd be off running again. While Adustim may have adrenaline on his side, so does Jory, and Jory also isn't losing any blood. No, he's running full tilt down the road through the snow, now taking the advice of a seasoned adventurer he once knew--don't look back. He wasn't clear on all the reasons, but at least he remembered that part.
* Sadurean halts when the gunshot sounds through the area, tensing up and watching Adustim, momentarily frozen in fear. He can't see the blood, doesn't know that the man has been hit, but as the Sergeant charges on ahead the bard will have to step up the pace or be left behind. He wades through the deep snow back to the road and runs after them, and if nothing else at least Durean is lean and fairly quick on his feet. Probably from al
<Sadurean> feet. Probably from all those laps that Borlan made him do.
* Adustim continues hot after Jory, careful not to lose sight he presses onward, slowly gaining ground. Durean may see blood in the snow as he runs.
* Sadurean isn't hurt and happens to have very -nice- boots, so he'll also be catching up to them, closing the distance between him and Adustim.
* Jory_Eurick was already running full tilt in the growing snowstorm on an already questionable path, but when he tries to take a turn he crashes into an unseen snowdrift, disappearing from sight as the snow swallows him.
* Adustim had been in too many snowdrifts in the waste to let that phase him, in fact, it excites him and he pushes forward. Even in heavy snow, if one acted quickly enough, they could catch their prey, he had done so in the past. he follows quickly behind into the heavy snow
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* Sadurean catches up when they get slowed down by the snow drift. He's not crawling into it. Instead he wrestles his falchion from the scabbard and stands nearby, watching attentively with a strange mix of excitement and terror as his hands tighten around the grip of the sword.
<Jory_Eurick> That... was not anticipated. Granted, Jory was much more at home in the air on the deck of a ship, but alas, this certainly wasn't there. Rolling over in teh snow to get his limbs beenath him, he can just make out Adustim charging at him and he braces himself breifly before lunging at the man, hoping to catch him in the chest and drive him down into the snow beneath him.
* Adustim was ready for the lunge, the man had shot him once before, but this...this was different. They weren't in the air, they were in the snow. Adustim's home. His gleaming white blade had been out a while now. It wasn't Adustim's goal to kill the man, no, he wanted him in custody. As the lunge came, the balled hilt of his sword came up as well in an attempt to clock the man in the face as he ~~
<Adustim> ~~ lunged. The blade was away from Adustim enough that he would not stab himself, however the two would fall together.
* Sadurean doesn't know how to help, doesn't want to get hurt by joining the fray. No, he'll just stand nearby, falchion blade resting on dirt and ice mixture of the road. If Jory comes near him he's ready. At least he thinks he is.
<Jory_Eurick> Augh, no, not the face! At least his head had been down for the jump so it hit him in the crown of his head instead of somewhere more sensitive. It hurt all the same, but at least he wouldn't have any annoying facial pains. They went down in a heap, but Jory couldn't take advantage of his position except to deliver a few ineffectual punches at his ribs. It was hard to marshal your strength when you weren't sure which way was
<Jory_Eurick> sure which way was up.
* Adustim wrapped his legs around Jory's in a wrestling maneuver. This would keep the man from going anywhere. With Jory on top, he lifts his sword and aims a hard, well aimed blow, to the back of the head in an attempt to knock him out.
<Jory_Eurick> What the hell? Why all the hits to the head? That was just insulting. He grunted when the blow landed, and it was all he could do to keep from going limp... actually, no, he did go limp. Damn bastards.
* Sadurean watches, watches, then something catches his eye down at his feet and he stoops down to snatch it up. It's the pistol. He doesn't know a thing about them but he'll stuff it in his belt to examine more later. "You got him!" He calls excitedly when he looks back up, hefting the falchion to rest against his shoulder.
* Adustim grunts as dead weight presses against him. He rolls Jory off, making sure he is out. If he is or isn't Adustim holds the sword a few inches from the man's throat. He checks to make sure he is completely unarmed. before pulling straps from his belt he rolls the man over, he had to act fast, he wouldn't be out long. Blood rushed from his arm as he used it, despite the pain. His eyes were cold ~~
<Adustim> ~~ and for now he seemed to ignore Durean.
<Jory_Eurick> Flipped back over onto his stomach, Jory risks opening his eyes. He wasn't as unconscious as they'd hoped he was, after all, and hey hey, what was that he saw sticking out of the snow? It looked like the barrel of his shotgun. The strap must have broken at some point and now there it was. While Adustim's hands were getting the leather ready to bind him, he darted his hand out and grasped the gun then used the actr of rolling
<Jory_Eurick> the actr of rolling over to add weight to his blow as he tried to hit the man standing over him.
* Sadurean is slowly approaching, watching the procedure quietly but considerably more relaxed now that the pirate seems to be down for the count. "Good job, Sergeant! D'Cint will have to give you more credit now, and the-" He cuts off as Jory suddenly bursts into motion again, and all the bard can think of is the shotgun blowing his current commanding officer to itty bitty pieces. He leaps forward and swings the falchion down at
<Sadurean> the falchion down at the pirate as hard as he can, yelling, "Look out!!" at the same time.
<Sadurean> The bard's entire thought process was something along the line of 'Oh my god, he's going to shoot him! What do I do?!' and nevermind that the pirate is swinging the -butt- of the rifle at Adustim. Nevermind that the weapon would need to be reloaded.. Sadurean panicked.
* Adustim was grabbing the straps with his left hand, yes the injured one. He was not that foolish, as the man rolled over he would have met something ineed, the sting of a cold blade, most likely lashing at his hand. His stone eyes staring down Jory. However, at the attack launched by Durean, Adustim had to act fast. In one swift move he thrusts is sword up and drops to a knee. His aim, was to grab ~~
<Adustim> ~~ the pirate's hand and twist it hard enough to make him drop the gun, while at the same time, blocking Durean's blow that could have most likely killed the pirate that he wanted alive.
<Jory_Eurick> Alas, while Adustim had teh best of intentions, he was not fast enough to both protect himself and the pirate. When the sword bit into his hand, Jory dropped the shotgut and tried to shove away from the sergeant, aiming for distance so he had a chance of climbign to his feet. Unfortunately, his movement put him in line with Sadueran's strike and the blade bit heavilly into his chest, blood blooming in the fabric of his coat alm
<Jory_Eurick> fabric of his coat almost instantly. He didn't even have a chance to say anything, instead only forming a curse with his lips as red froth spilled from his lips.
* Sadurean releases his grip on the sword almost instantly, quickly backing away as his face pales in witness of all the blood. The falchion is still embedded in Jory's chest but he's not thinking about that. Instead, he's staring in shock. What had possessed him to do that?!
* Adustim blinks, dumbfounded, he lets out a sigh and cleans his blade in the snow in absolute silence. He sheathes the blade and rises, left arm now hanging limply at his side, "That was your first taste of battle. Real battle." he begins walking away, "You carry him back, you killed him. I don't know how hard it will be to get your commendation now."
* Sadurean looks over at the Sergeant, an incredulous look on his face. "What?? I can't carry a.. him.. back by myself. It's over two miles!" His hands are shaking, adrenaline still moving through him. It's not exactly his first battle, but it's his first fight to the death. He's been in plenty of fist fights before.
* Adustim stops mid-stride, giving a half look over his shoulder, the look in his eyes was murderous, With a monotone, stone-cold voice he spoke again, "You will carry him back, you put that sword in his chest."
* Sadurean appears far less his usual confident self and much more the sixteen year old that he is. The look Adustim is throwing his way is enough to give him pause in pressing the argument, and instead he just looks over at the quickly stiffening corpse, eyes still wide and nervous. He considers for a long time and finally moves forward to yank his own blade free and wipe it off on the white cloak that the pirate took from him earlie
<Sadurean> took from him earlier.
* Adustim had planned to keep him alive, not to be questioned, but to be thrown in the harshest dungeon. He had planned, with an injured arm, to carry his dead weight back. Sadurean's intentions were right but the weight had traded shoulders and become more to bear. As he walked...he paused and bowed his head. Durean had dreams of being a master bard...what dreams did Adustim have? The dreams in which ~~
<Adustim> ~~ he died were the best he'd ever had. Instead...he moved back to the group and scooped the dead pirate up and threw him over his shoulders. He knew that a death wouldn't be well for Durean, especially with his rep. Adustim knew what he had to do...he began carrying the weight back on his own.
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* Sadurean reaches down to scoop up the rifle and tucks it under his arm as he begins gathering up the corners of the cloak around the corpse, figuring a rather clever way to drag the body back. His shock is fading and now he's calculating again, pushing his feelings aside while he considers the options before him. An idea is sparked and the final plans laid in his mind. Then Adustim returns and the young man lifts his gaze to regard
<Sadurean> his gaze to regard the Sergeant. "Oh, now you come back?! Forget it! I'll take care of it. I try to help you and you get mad! Piss off!" He's a little irritated, but it's a fine replacement for other feelings.
* Adustim stares the boy down, "You helped me corporal, and I thank you. Now it is my turn to help you. You will tell them I killed him. You wanted to be a master bard, with the way you are viewed in the Watch, this won't go over well. It will be better for you if they think I did it." he hefts the body up he begins walking again.
<Sadurean> "Won't go over well?! What are you talking about? It's a known criminal, they're going to be happy he's dead! You're going to take all the credit and leave me with nothing! Aren't you?!" Just like the officers, and here he thought one might have actually been on his side. All the more reason to work toward his long-term goal in the Watch. "Well, I'm not going to let that happen! The hell with you! They'll know the wound is from
<Sadurean> know the wound is from a falchion, it's a different style of blade!" He's fired up now.
* Adustim shakes his head, the boy wanted glory, the boy wanted Adustim to carry the weight...the boy wanted it all. He drops the weight, says nothing and keeps walking. He was done, game over. If Durean wanted it all, he could have it.
* Sadurean glares after the man, but he'll just clench his teeth and return to his original plan. Adustim can't expect him to make sound decisions at his age, especially with all the past history of poor choices. Since the bard is much more conscious of getting blood on the -rest- of his uniform he'll start binding the body up in the cloak again. It's not easy, but it'll be better than trying to carry the dead pirate.
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