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Post by Lector on Sept 14, 2013 15:36:06 GMT
When it came to fights Lector has always preferred to prevent the swing than to defend against it. It definitely frustrated him that he could not have done anything different to prevent the Vizier from taking over. Although the mess he left was not too much trouble to clean up it still irked Lector that someone could manipulate him like that. On top of it all, he returned one party member short and with no additional land acquired. Fortunately for him, as the captain of the Guard was no longer alive he had no one to report to. He sat in the barracks with his chair tilted and feet propped up on the table. The sun peaked in through the windowsill, the muffed sound of merchants advertising their good on the street could be heard as he contemplated what he should do. He stood up, the chair kicked up dust as its four legs slammed on ground. He reached for a clay mug and the jug of wine. His hand stopped half way, he wasn't in the mood. The desert sun heats up the room as the sound of camels and bells passing by echoed in the room. Lector sat motionless as he continuously replayed the few days before he left for the expedition hoping to find a clue that he should have acted on. He snatched the mug and slammed it into the tablet shattering into a thousand piece. He let out a deep breath as his heavy breathing slowed down.
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Post by Lector on Sept 14, 2013 15:58:24 GMT
He sat back down and slouched into the chair. Arms dangled near the ground, head tilted all the way back. His eyes were fixed on the ceiling. There were only cracks and some bugs crawling around. It was all he wanted to see. He ran his hands over his face a few times. It got the blood filling and he felt more energetic. He needed to get his mind off of this subject but it was too early for the cabaret, it wasn't even noon. There were a few that were open at this time of the day, but the girls there did not have the celestial glow he likes. A stroll through the market would be more appropriate he thought. The chair slid back as he stood up again. He turned and left the barracks.
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Post by Lector on Sept 15, 2013 4:17:02 GMT
Perhaps I will make something of this visit he thought to himself as he changed into commoner's clothing. He recalled the mysterious raven sent for Del. It had to be from someone working for Del. Spies to spy for the him, it was an ingenious plan. He was overcome with the desire to make a grand network of spies. Such a network would prevent any treacherous surprises like the Vizier in the future. He grinned with renewed vigor as he headed into the bazaar.
The bazaar was bustling as usually, all manner of goods were sold here, mostly food and luxury items. He carefully dodged a boy that charged at him. It's a pickpocket tactic he knew all too well. He ignored the boy's attempt at stealing his coins but quickly released he could use the thief to his advantage. He turned around and searched. Like a good thief the boy knew he had been found out and broke out in a sprint. He knocked down several merchant stands as he made his escape and zipped through the crowd. The crowd filled in the gap, it was a normal spectacle for them after all.
Lector chased after the thief but quickly lost sight of his target. He kept going and hoped to pick up some clues. He came upon an odd stall. Everything about it was worn and old. People avoided it due to the smell and its lack of decent wares. Lector moved closer to the suspicious merchant who smoked his pipe. The merchant's waved his blackened toenails in the air as he ignored the glares he got from the crowd.
"What do you want?" he snared as Lector approached.
"Did you see a boy run this way?"
"There's plenty of boyz running around here. Yo can take a look at the orphanage down the street if you's look'n for one."
Lector glared back at the unhelpful remark and noticed the boy's eye peaking through the ragged curtains on the stall.
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Post by Lector on Sept 17, 2013 22:08:28 GMT
"You there I need to speak to you!"
The boy ducked down in fear and sprinted away. Lector went after the thief but the disheveled merchant stood up to halt him. "Wher' do ya think yar going? 'is employee only back thar?"
"Out of my way, I'll deal with you later." He pushed the merchant out of the way. "TINY!!! GIT 'IM!!" bellowed the merchant. With a ferocious roar an enraged orc emerged from behind the stall, tearing the place apart. He moved closer and towered over Lector, with another roar he raised a greatclub and brought it down on the ground. Lector acted quickly as the orc attempted to intimidate him. He zoomed around the orc's flank while nimbling dodging an attack and ran down the alley behind the stall.
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Post by Lector on Sept 22, 2013 14:17:43 GMT
Lector ran down the back alley, he heard the orc turn as it tore down the rest of the merchant's stall. The little thief jumped down into the sewers. Lector followed him.
It wasn't complete dark down here but he wasn't sure what he was stepping on as his foot splashed chunks everywhere. The orc pursuant could be heard above, the ground rumbled as dust rained down.
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