Topic: The Adventures of Kith, the Cat, and the Khatun
Subject: Let's plan on planning, shall we?
"Damn that witch," Aranwen breathed in reply and the intense anger now filling her entire demeanor was a surprise to the half-Syl, "Thirty years... thirty years, no sign of her, no way to find her, no way to track her down, and now, all of a sudden, she shows up here," she looked around as if expecting one of those creatures of Morgana to jump out at them again before turning her hardened face back Kith, "I know very little of her, one terrible memory, her name and the look of that mask most don't know. Or those that do stay silent. I only know that she's a formidable mercenary. After her puppet confirmed I wasn't you, she said I wasn't part of her contract and left me in the alley she ambushed me in. I can only guess that Adedre hired her."
“Wonderful,” Kith muttered, another on our growing list of enemies.
The bladesinger shuddered, "If we're dealing with her, of all things... we got lucky... but we can't rely on Heren'salkya's favour against the likes of her."
Harem . . . skulka? Heron skalla? Helter ske--Kithran shook her head at the Sylvari phrase and went back to listening to the Sylvari woman’s suggestions.
"Oh, I'd love to take my sword to the smug face behind that mask if I could..." She muttered under her breath.
“Thirty years?” Kithran asked, slightly mollified after the bladesinger’s rant, “You’ve been searching for that thing for thirty years?” She crossed her arms, “Then are you sure you’d like to lose her again like this? Personally, all I really need from Adedre is a book, but I also need to stay inconspicuous here in Davnor, and being chased by mercenaries and skeletons makes that difficult. Plus, she locked my friend Samuel up and I simply cannot have that act go unpunished. Killing her is a must for me.” She shrugged, “Perhaps we can pry a few answers from her though before we make her insides into her outsides?”
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Kithran sighed, “Either way, time is not on our side, but hopefully your Helen Skalise is and can shine some light on our next big endeavor. Namely, how the hell we’re supposed to get back in there.” She packs some of the dirt beneath her foot and crouches down, drawing a rough outline of Adedre’s estate, “As you mentioned earlier Aranwen, the ancient tunnel I crawled through to get in there has likely been blocked by now. And I wouldn’t recommend it anyway. Thank you all for not mentioning the stench, by the way.”
She slightly tilts her head and sniffs, scrunching her nose at the scent, “If they don’t smell me coming it will be a miracle. Anyway, I believe there is only one way into the courtyard area, and that is through the main gate, guarded here,” she marks the position in her dirt replication and looks up at Aranwen, “If you remember another, please correct me. You may do so from the comfort of where you stand, I will not subject you to my aromatic essence down here.” She points again to the square that represents the manor, “There is a front and back entrance, both guarded. And we know that here--unless they’ve spent the day repairing this or she has some sort of window repair magic--is a massive Kazari and Kith-sized hole.”
She stands back up and dusts off her hands, “We have the majority of the day ahead of us, though nightfall will offer us the most cover. Of course, they are dark and evil things, so the night will likely benefit them as well. Additionally, her terrifying lair will likely be more heavily fortified than usual." She looks up in thought, "Then again, maybe not? Who would be foolish enough to return to such a horrifying place the day after such a narrow escape? Idiots, that’s who.” She grinned, “I normally find a hole to sneak through and wing the rest. While that worked seamlessly last time, as it always does, it will be nice to go in with a plan for once. Alright, my savage mercenary Kazari and tactical warrior bladesinger, thoughts?”
Posted on 2019-11-25 at 02:23:01.
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you got me there, Brom!
