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 Posted: Tue Apr 22, 2008 5:25 pm
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Posted: Thu May 08, 2008 12:36 pm
"When up is left and left is down,
And right is back and back is front,
And hard is soft and dull is sharp,
The rich are poor and pleasured are-"
WHAM!
"ENOUGH!" Effry bellowed, the heavy tome striking the floor at his feet instead of sailing through the air at the infernal jester- Tifflo. The court had gone silent to stare at him in his outburst, but smoothing his hand along his black bead, Effry reclaimed his calm air and settled as stone back against the silver contours of his throne. Robed in mourning black, he was impressivly tall with stern features and stormy grey eyes- one of the few features he'd managed to pass on to the Prince Quinn.
"Leave me." He commanded harshly, the rustle of skirts and sweeping bows whispering through the audience hall. No one would question him, they'd all wonder where the jester had found the gall to start a merry little sing-song in the middle of a mourning court. Effry's outburst would be justified by the gossip.
Tifflo was the only one to not leave, and came up quickly to the side of the silver throne- bowing deeply as the last of the nobility exited, and whispered into the King's waiting ear.
"No body, M'lord."
"An explosion?"
"No, M'lord."
"Then why no body?"
'M'lord-"
"Find him, Tifflo, tell your little friends in the muck to go about what they do best. I'll reward you well- with your life."
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Posted: Thu May 08, 2008 1:00 pm
The laughing faded away the farther the guards got; Ashiihan lay at the bottom of the sandy pit, his eyes closed. They'd dropped him in there a few hours ago, and he hadn't moved - he didn't even know if he could move, and he wasn't about to try - that would just start the bleeding all over again. Effry's men had broken his right leg, just getting him down there, but he wasn't too certain about his arm; it may be a break, it may not be. His entire body throbbed and pulsed, the mass of bruises and breaks and lacerations sending wave after wave of pain into his brain.
Ashiihan wiped the back of a sticky hand across his mouth, trying to rub out the copper taste. It was as familiar as breathing now, with all the wild torture Effry heaped on him. The assasin spat, then coughed. After a few minutes, his breathing evened out again, and he stared at the stone wall of his prison. How in the hell was that crazy sonofabitch getting away with this? How did people not see through him? It was a mystery to Ashi, but he couldn't think of anything much at the moment, anyway. Maybe he'd just go to sleep for a while...
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2008 1:23 pm
{( Oi! Back to the front! )}
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