Thread: Shadows of Nurontha

The man ran as swiftly as his legs would take him. The alarm bell filled the air with its tolling, and lights flickered on in various windows here and there. The people no doubt being startled away by the racket the guards were making. He could hear the muffled voices of the townguard getting louder, some of them trying to shout orders over the ringing. The last couple of nights gave them practice, and the townguard were more organized. He was looking up at the rooftops and the walls trying to find a way out before they caught up. He kept running as he lowered his head down and had to force himself to come to a stop very quickly. A small squad of pikemen were trotting out of view of the lane up ahead. Dammit, I need to get out of this, he muttered. He looked up and around again at the buildings he was between and decided the only way was for him just to take a chance. He pulled another card out from his belt, holding it his forehead. It glowed briefly and vanished, then his body was covered in a pale green light. He sprinted and then leapt up into the wall of the building nearest to him. He connected, then turned and jumped across the alley to the next building. As soon as he hit the other building he whirled around again and jumped back to the first building. He did this repeatedly, each time gaining a bit of height until with the final leap he was able to clear the roof of one of the buildings and land safely on top. His new vantage point let him see that the townguard were gathering around the mess he left behind. He shook his head and turned away with another sprint and began jumping from rooftop to rooftop. The power wouldn't last long, but at least he could get some distance between him and the townguard. Once he cleared a few buildings, he leaped downward landing safely on a patch of grass near another shop. He looked down and cursed at himself. Fuck me, he swore rather loudly. Cleo's going to bitch about this for days. He had landed on what used to be a patch of rather sparkly flowers. The ringing of the alarm bell made him remember he needed to get off the street. His destination wasn't too far away, but with the his need for semi-secrecy he kept to the shadows between buildings and away from the open as best as he could. Although he was sure it had only been maybe twenty minutes or so it felt like it had taken him hours to cross the distance. He finally came upon his destination and leaned up against wooden beam panting a bit. He gave a quick scan of the nearby area to be sure nothing was out of place and darted around back. His presence made a horse nicker furiously as he appeared and it gave a disgusted snort. Yeah good to see you too Terron. Terron shook its head and snorted again, as if he was chastising the man. The man groaned and pressed the palm of his right hand into his face and muttered, Give me a break already. The horse clicked its teeth together a couple of times and snorted again. The man walked around to a gate and let himself into the yard there and moved across it. He glanced back at Terron and shrugged as if defeated. Terron neighed a bit, almost as if to laugh. The man found a door and opened it, going into the building. Inside it was dark, save for a couple of lanterns and one glowing orb of amber light that hovered over a crucible in the corner of the room. He took his jerkin off and tossed it unceremoniously over a chair and hung his gunblade over that and then slumped down into another chair. That horse will never let you sneak in here Ron, said another male voice. Ron turned to his left and looked at where the new voice was coming from. An older man stood there in the room. His waist-length pale blue hair was tied in a few places with lengths of leather cord. A pair of overly-bushy white eyebrows stood in contrast to almost glowing green eyes. He was dressed in what looked like a pair of pajamas of sometype. Meh, Ron grunted. Terron is about the most infuriating horse I've ever met. Ron scratched his head and spoke again, I didn't figure you'd be up this time Minteur. The old man shrugged and walked over to the other chair and pulled the gunblade out. He inspected it a long moment and shook his head in disapproval. If you don't take better care of this thing, you realize I'm going to have to kick your ass again. Ron got up and walked over to take the gunblade from Minteur. Yeah well, you fight those things and see if your weapon is in nearly good a shape. The two men stared each other down during this exchange....