Cold Winds (Open)

by **Sigmar** on April 5th, 2012, 12:15 am

Sigmar listened to her tale, he nodded grimly then he turned away
"Do not bother running, running is most harmful." then he turned again and held his hand out to her. He closed his eyes a moment. He could feel the soft brush of wind across his flesh, he could feel dust settle on his skin. He felt the tension in the air and then his eyes locked to her features.
"It is time he stops chasing you from your home, you are a daughter of the winds. Speed is in your blood, running from adversity is not. A favor for a favor, you have my bow if you need it. But you need to stop running and stand up for yourself."

by **Apola** on April 5th, 2012, 9:17 pm

"Yes. I have been hardened by the Wildreness, which i have lived in for many years, fending for myself." He was right, she couldn't keep running. That's why she came back, to feel the wind in her hair, to hear the cry of an eagle. These were comforts she had not had since the day she left. "there is only one thing I need to know." She looked deep into his eye, and put her full trust in a stranger. "How?"

by **Sigmar** on April 9th, 2012, 1:15 am

Sigmar grimaced and nodded
"The cold winds can only hide you for so long. Now then ..." he let her ask him the question he had no answer to. How were they going to sort it all out then he frowned and stepped away from her. His eyes lit up with anger and revulsion as he spoke
"We turn the hunter into the hunted. A hunter's mandate is kill to protect and kill to survive." he paused and sighed before his resolve hardened
"We kill him and the last voice he will ever hear it your voice sending him to the afterlife where he will never fly with our ancestors. We give him none of his last rites, we simply fling his body down the mountain." Sigmar could be a hard man, cruel and blunt but only when driven to it and this woman had given him back what he had thought lost, his life. Now he would do the same for her
"Welcome home Apola."

by **Apola** on April 9th, 2012, 3:56 pm

Apola nodded as she listened to the plan. "It could work, but how would we do this without punishment. He is a very popular man.'' That was why her mother married him. This way, if her mom passed away, she would have connections. Not that that helped anything...

by **Sigmar** on April 11th, 2012, 9:55 am

Sigmar smiled grimly, he knew how he would do the job and he was after all helping her. It wasn't something he was trained to do but he was sure between them they could pull it off, he gestured to the floor and softly said
"Sit, I have the tool for the job ..." then he himself sat and opened up his pack, carefully he removed a package of darts which while they were not poisoned yet they were still razor sharp, he then pulled forth a blow gun and placed it on the floor
"Fear will be our best ally, we make him fear every bumping shadow and we make him fear to eat his food, there are plenty of reputed assassins whose names would make many quake in their boots, we use that here. If he is smart he will hire mercenaries. That will make it easier for us. All we need is poisons and someone who can write." he paused laying out his equipment before him
"We drive him from the city with the threat possibly down into the bay where I can make use of my camouflaged armour then we trap him. Then you can choose to have mercy on him and kill him with blade or with a slow and painful poison, we can do it and then you can live without fear of his actions."

by **Apola** on April 11th, 2012, 3:47 pm

She nodded slowly. "It could work. To stay away from him, I memorized his schedule. This way I could make sure we you never meet. That is probably a good thing. Tomorrow, he goes hunting until noon. Then he goes to the inn and drinks ale until eight, either to his good fortune or bad luck. It is usually the latter. Then he eats and goes back to the inn. He goes home around ten." She looked at the man, he was so willing to help. But why? She didn't owe him anything to this extreme. A simple thank you and a mug of ale would be more than enough.

by **Sigmar** on April 12th, 2012, 8:53 am

Sigmar frowned when she related the man's schedule, the man's habits made it all to easy to kill him within a few days and be done with it but Sigmar for some reason wanted the man to live in fear of the retribution for a while. Why was he helping her?

The tall man with unusual hair looked at his fellow Inartan then frowned, he jet black hair hung loosely past his shoulders, the shock of red across the fringe lay against his face as he spoke
"You know, I respect freedom and the soaring of the eagles. This man does not ... to take freedom from an Inartan and force her from her home is enough reason for me to help."

Sigmar deliberated for a long few moments then he said softly
"We could end this much quicker, one night he could just not return from the hunt or from his mug of ale... dispose of his body quickly and cleanly into one of the catacombs beneath our fair city ...."

by **Apola** on April 12th, 2012, 12:46 pm

She shook her head bravely. "No. He made me fear for my life. Its time he feels the same." It was like he could her mind. Wasn't she just wondering why he was doing this. "We should make him leave the city, let him fend for himself, like I needed to..." she looked away and absently rubbed the bite make on her leg. She had been attacked by a lone wolf a couple weeks after she had ran.She was still scarred both body and mind. It only itched now but she could remember the pain as though it happened yesterday.