Donngal rushes to the entrance of the alleyway. The women are about 50 feet away and are moving in single file around a two-wheeled cart, the elder following...
... snip ... about ... His ... villain, ... ooc: admit it he's been dying to say something just like it. As Donngal rushes in, his opponent pulls a short sword...
... Tathal nods, eyeing the men as they pass "I wonder who leads them." ... Tathal also suggests possably paying an urchan or begger to keep an eye on the...
... Tathal looks around, confused, but follows after Donngal "What's wrong?" __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Tired of spam?...
... Tathal turns to Morien as he hears the screaming "Come on, Donngal might be in trouble." He turns and starts hunting for the sorce of the screaming. ...
... OOC: True, he seems just the type. :-) But let's just see if he's got the moves to back up his words... ... Donngal gives the man at his feet a hard kick...
... Morien nods to Tathal, his hand pulling the axe free from his belt as he makes for the source of the screaming. (OOC: GM, could you enlighten me as to the...
... our ... with ... bearing ... horses ... we ... OOC: You'd suspect ME of doing such a thing! I'm hurt. But seriously, in order to move things along I...
As Tathal and Morien approach the alley entrance a wounded man staggers from it. He is pulling a green strip of cloth from his tunic, and begins to move away...
... As ... his ... by ... as ... Grimacing at the pain, Donngal takes a step back and wonders what is taking his friends so long... "Is that all ye can do...
... OOC: No, Morien is ICly suspecting that these suspicious foreign buggers will nick their stuff in an instant if it is left in the middle of the street. :)...
... Tathal narrows his eyes as he looks at the wounded man. If he excapes, he'll bring back reinforcements. Drawing his sword he runns towards man "Draw your ...
... ooc: I thought I responded to this, but its been hours and nothing has been posted so, bic: The man is unarmed, and begins to flee down the wharf crying,...
... Tathal chases after the fleeing man. __________________________________ Celebrate Yahoo!'s 10th Birthday! Yahoo! Netrospective: 100 Moments of the Web ...
... Morien rushes up the alley, since that is where the fight is. He winces as he hears the cries of murder. Great. Now there will be a big pile of smelly...
By the time Morien reaches Donngal's side, one of the villians is down on the ground either dead or soon to be. His blood running down the alley way toward...
... Tathal looks around, and grins as he notices that most of the attackers have either been slain or driven off. He hurries over to the carts and uses a knife...
... the ... is ... Donngal sheathes his dagger, then winces as he grasps his bloody torso. He stoops to pick up the discarded gladius, and heads over to the...
... Seeing that his friends have the situation well in hand, Morien puts his axe back onto his belt and asks the crowd: "Did anyone know these would-be...
Tathal and Donngal apply themselves to freeing the ladies. Tathal is soon helping the elderly lady down from the cart. She is disheveled and breathless but...
... "'Tis not the worst I've had, m'lady..." Donngal replies, happy at the mere touch of her hand. He looks deeply into her eyes, taking in her features (and...
... Tathal grins at him as he carefuly cuts open the sacks "What? Are you admiting that you needed help with that pack of thugs. Donngal, I'm shocked." ...
... Tathal bows slightly to the older lady "I am most glad I was able to assist you and that we were in time to help. I am Tathal of Cornwall, a knight of Lord...
... The Lady too glances at the men, "Yes, that would be appreciated. This way!" She sets off at as fast a pace as she can manage. But one that is not overly...
... Donngal stands his ground next to the younger woman, preparing to defend her. Long sword in one hand, he draws his dagger and offers it to the young lass,...
... Morien growls. "We are about to get some company. Are the blues with us or against us, too?" He then glances over his shoulder, estimating his chances to...