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Post by Arylina Sparrowbower on Feb 9, 2024 14:00:23 GMT
MORE THAN A CROWN
Her soft snores barely disturbed the morning air as the auburn haired young woman continued to sleep. Little bothered her rest even as window curtains were pulled aside one by one to let in the morning light. A sigh escaped the figure whom continued to open the windows to allow the morning sub to fill the room. “Such a lovely day, would be dreadful to waste it away in bed, don't you agree?”
She stirred, giving a groan as she mulled a moment before pulling the thick blanket over her head in effort to ignore the now blinding sunlight that filled her chambers. “G’ae a'ay, Jasp'ah,” she said, voice one weighed by exhaustion and a lack of proper sleep. “Had a hard e'nugh time gettin’ ta slehp las’ nai'.”
With a bemused snort, Jasper only shook his head at the response of the princess as he made his way, window by window, toward her four poster bed. After opening the last set of curtains, Jasper would pause, turn to face the ornate bed, and held his breath before pulling the heavy comforter from over the girl, revealing not her sleeping attire, but torn breeches, a grime stained blouse, and several bruises on her face that she had been trying to hide. The sight was enough to make Jasper gasp in horror.
“Princess Arylina, what have you gotten yourself into now?”
She didn't reply, merely making a token effort to hide her face. “Nae be nothen’, Jasp’ah. Jus’ sahm gutless bairns wha nae shut thair holes.”
Jasper grimaced as he approached the princess to get a better look at her face, but she turned away from him again. The pained look on his face became one of disappointment at her efforts to be left alone. “My lady, you are fortunate that the king is out of the city on business of the throne, because such an appearance is ill fitting of a princess such as yourself, and I dread to imagine what he would say about your late night prowling in Bowerstone.”
“Dae nae act like mah mum wa’ nae worse, ‘n ye kneu it.”
The porcelain mask looked out on the city from it's high vantage point, it's wearer latched onto the side of the castle tower with fingers and toes squeezed into the cracks in the mortar. It was fortunate that few guards think to look up from their high posts. Several hours of watching the patterns overnight, several hours of carefully scaling the stone structure and laying in wait for the sunrise.
It reached for the next handhold, stretching spindly limb much like a tree frog, and pulled itself to the windowsill. The target should be within, unaware, it was almost a shame that this was a stealth mission and precarious perch, not much room for dramatic flair. Reaching into a front pocket with it's free hand, the creature pulled out a small box with a loosely held lid. Unable to resist any more, the mask popped it's head over the edge as it set the box upon the sill with a loud clack.
The words came first with a rasp, then rapidly shifted pitch and inflection, not settling on any specific voice. "A Letter for Royalty, it's Sender paid quite a Fee. A fun job has raised our mood, to leave without words would be a bit rude. A Question we might answer for you, before we bid thee adieu."
The risk was unnecessary, but it was just too good an opportunity for entertainment, the shock, subsequent reactions, and challenge of escape. Too many times it's jobs had been easy, boring, and it was somewhat hoping to hear rumors of what happened later in pubs.
Post by Iymavin Arabtlar on Feb 11, 2024 22:36:03 GMT
Beyond the castle walls, Iymavin stood silently, at times glancing towards the castle proper, yet always her gaze was drawn back skyward towards Avo's moon. It was not Selune, but the wan light still stirred her heart all the same. Like many of her kind, she did not usually sleep, but rather she rested in a sort of wakeful trance. Even so, by the time the predawn glow began to lighten the eastern sky, the drow had fallen into a slumber, curled up against the outer wall such that, unless a guard looked straight down, she would not be spotted from the wall. That sleep gave little rest, however, and Iymavin woke at daybreak with a terrified scream. A crescent of obsidian flashed in an arc before the drow truly registered the nightmare for what it had been, though she quickly realized that what she had seen was not real..or at least, not yet, she mused with a worried sigh. The elven woman hastily stowed her dagger, then cast about to see if her presence had yet been discovered, pressing firm to the wall until she could be certain one way or another. Had her message been delivered yet? She couldn't yet be sure, she knew, but hopefully, her little blunder wouldn't have her clapped in irons before she knew at all.
Post by Arylina Sparrowbower on Mar 8, 2024 7:17:53 GMT
MORE THAN A CROWN
A sound from the window drew her attention. Curiosity drew her toward it, but caution long instilled in her by Walter's lessons and training made her reach for a sword that wasn't there. “Shite,” the princess swore, carefully walking toward the window in question. And then the voice and its rhyme. And its…offer?
“How th' hell did ye git oot thare? 'n' wha th' shite'in hell sent ye?”
Not that she trusted the figure at the windowsill for a truthful answer. Her eyes went to the box they had set down, wary, yet inquisitive. “An’ what lett'r?”
The grin was hidden behind the porcelain mask, but the target's 'playing ball' was a welcome surprise. The messenger slowly opened the little wooden case and extracted the letter with one spindly hand as it answered.
"We have no flying power, so we simply climbed your tower. We ask that you read the letter, it'll answer your question far better. You may ask after Legion another day, as it is time now for us to run away."
Setting the letter on the stone of the window sill, Legion snapped the case shut, stashed it in a pouch, and began rapidly retracing their 'steps', snatching the cracks and gaps in the mortar. The guards shouldn't be alerted for at least a couple minutes as the butler or target would have to first go find one to alert. Even if the escape window closed before they were clear, they should be able to wiggle free with a bit of magic and sand.
Hopefully this client would have more jobs, even if they weren't paying as much as the mob wanting certain obstacles removed, they were more fun than just "go up on this roof, shoot this guy".
Post by Arylina Sparrowbower on Mar 16, 2024 3:04:27 GMT
MORE THAN A CROWN
Jasper was already screaming down the halls for the palace guards to alert them as to their intruder, while Arylina herself was, for lack of better phrasing, more inquisitive than perturbed as she watched the intruder scale the walls and make their escape. After another moment, she knit her brow, picking up the letter as left behind from where it sat on the windowsill. Such an odd being that had been. Speaking in rhyme and acting as little more than an over glorified delivery service.
Who, she wondered, had sent them and this mysterious letter to her? And why her? Wouldn't the king be a more proper target regardless of intent?
The scoundrel could hear a bell begin ringing, likely an alarm judging from the rapid appearance of brilliant red guardsmen upon the walls. Now a safe enough distance, it jumped down and landed on all fours to cushion the blow. The guards shouted, pointed, and leveled their rifles as the rogue shotgunned two handfuls of smoke bombs at them, engulfing them in mildly noxious clouds.
Legion frog-lept over the ledge while grabbing it to flip onto the outside and begin sliding down, several errant bullets wizzing past and one managing to graze their right thigh and drawing some pinkish blood to spatter on the bricks. A curse under their breath was let loose along with their grin as the adrenaline flowed, hopefully that little bit of evidence wouldn't come back to bite them later.
