Thread: The fools choice. But the right one.

So.. We finally caught him? Well, it's about time.. The Prince is growing tired of hiding in a cellar... Growled the deep, distorted voice, of the lead Investigator, for the Kings Royal Guard. A scruffy, large man, build to withstain heavy injury, and live to fight another day. The mere gaze upon this man, caused most men to crumble, and their legs to grow weak with fear. The title 'Investigator', only meant he was in the lead of investigations. He never got his hands dirty during investigations, but had others do the work for him. His training, was through many years of service, as a mere soldier. And now, he'd made it as close to the top, as humanly possible. Even the ranks of general, was bellow that of his. He could even command the Prince, Princess and Queen to do as he wanted, should the right circumstantial arise. Exactly as it had been, for quite a while now. The Prince and Princess' lives had been threatened, and several assassinations had already been attempted. This had forced a heavy code to fall, and the lead Investigator had sent them to a safe hiding, under too heavy a guard, for any assassin. Most of these orders, had been disgussed, in this very room. Letting the ears of those unknowing hear this. And at this day, see. The silk sheet had crawled down, letting a caged creature gaze out into the room. And should it do so at this moment, it's eyes would meet that of the investigators, and he sneered. Someone close that curtain, I can't understand, what the Prince sees in that... Thing. It's beauty is pois... The investigator was interrupted, as the doors opened, on the other end of the room. The investigator held up a hand, stopping the former action, the Guard about to pull down the sheet, stopped in his tracks. The Guards dragged in a tall man, wearing ripped clothing. Simple brown pants, brown shirt and a cloak, that covered his face from his surroundings. Ah.. And there he is.. The man of the hour. Or.. Should I say, the IDIOT! Of the hour... The Investigator roared, as he stepped closer to the man brought to his attention. The man was forced to his knees by firm hands, and a kick to his hip, causing him to growl in disagreement. You threaten our Prince... The man growled, as he punched the prisoners chest, with a firm right hand fist. The attacked only barely moved to the punch's power, but remained silent, gazing downwards. Our beautiful Princess! He continued, punching his chest once again. And our lovely Queen... You must truly be an idiot, to even show your face anywhere in this kingdom, after the first failed attempts.. The gruffy man growled, as he now punched the prisoners head, causing the attacked man to stagger to the side. The investigator then crouched down in front of the prisoner, tilting his head as he sneered. Let us have a look, at this fools face.. He whispered, as he slowly lifted the cloak. A man then gazed back at him, with a face of royalty. Only a scar on his left cheek, broke the beauty of the man. Long brown hair reached his shoulders, and brown eyes now gazed back into the Investigators own, showing no signs of fear, as the usual reaction was to the hideous man. The Investigator was surprised to see this kind of face, hidden away behind a cloak and hood, but didn't show it in his gaze. What made you as foolish, as to believe, you had a chance to kill the royal family, in my kingdom, pretty f... He was interrupted by the light song, of the prisoners voice, as a narrow of his eyes, showed signs of intent. What makes you so foolish to think, those pampered kids, where the target? The light voice sneered, before the prisoners face was hurled towards that of the Investigators, landing square on the mans nose. The Investigator groaned in pain as he leaned back. The prisoner then quickly turned on the ground, sending one leg in a circle around him, knocking both guards, and the investigator to the ground with gasping surprise. The man then quickly got to his feet, and with a quick leap, and a raise of his legs, got his bound hands to his front. Three more Guards rushed to attack the prisoner, one hurling his sword at him. The Prisoner moved his hands to meet the sword, the sword cutting his binds, whilst merely causing a gentle scratch to his wrist, not even enough to cause a bleeding. The prisoner then proceeded to spin in a circle, kicking this Guard to the ground, leading out a hand to grab at the next's arm, only following with one quick punch, breaking the mans arm, then snatching the attackers sword with a growl. The sword was swung, quickly dealing lethal blows to the formerly attacked Guards neck, and that of the third, bringing down the reinforcements. The Investigator drew his sword, hurling it blindly at the prisoner, easily avoiding the swing, following it up with an attack of his own stabbing the larger man's thigh, sending him painfully to the ground. With desisive blows, he broke each of the formerly dropped solders legs, leaving them groaning on the ground. The prisoner sighed, throwing away the sword he'd stolen, as he walked over to the Investigator, who blindly hurled his sword at the attacker. Wh.. What good.. Does my death bring you!? The Investigator growled, before the prisoner stopped the man's attackes with a simple kick to the mans wrist, catching the flying sword with a free hand. Personal satisfaction. Whilst earning me a fair bit of gold, Burlock. The prisoner said, plainly, as he lead the sword to his right arm, cutting himself just lightly, causing a bleed. He then threw the sword away, leading his fingers to the wound, groaning as he pulled out a small piece of cloth, seeming wrapped around something, resembling a small dart. Remember the Battle at Heindahl? The man asked, unfolding the cloth, finding a dart inside, with what seemed like a glass vial in the middle. Well, Aberahn brings his greetings. He added, before quickly stabbing the dart into the Investigators' neck, before he could even stop it, or complaint. And then, a painful gurgling began, the man dropping to the ground, as the prisoner stood up with a deep stare at him. And he ordered a death slow. Cold. And painful. The prisoner ended, before starting to gaze around the room, at the many valuables, before grunting lightly, and shaking his head a single time. That would be a bad move, mate. He mumbled at himself, before gazing to one of the Guards, in agony. He knelt down over the Guard, grabbing the mans chest armor by his neck, and pulled him close. Tell the Prince, that my business here is done.. If he proceeds to follow me, he won't find me. He'll go on a fools errand. I let him keep his precious things, and in return, I don't expect him to follow. He demanded, before pushing the Guard to the ground, and heading towards the door out. But on his way, a tickle pricked the back of his neck, causing him to slowly gaze backwards, towards the cage in the other end of the room. He narrowed his eyes, as his head tilted, curiosity killing him. Come oon... Curiosity killed the cat.. Stop yours... Oh what the heck. He interrupted himself, as he turned to walk towards the cage, gazing around as he crouched his back. As he reached the cage, he gazed inside, his eyes widening at what they thought they saw. He then quickly pulled the sheet from the cage, in awe at what he thought he'd found.