Stealth and Retrieval: Azu and Maurice
Posted: Sat May 15, 2010 8:23 pm
((Azunara is my little Nesingwary hunter. She managed to get a nightstalker, Maurice. Maurice is a talking, street-smart ragged feline that got his unusual skill due to a mishap with a mage's trash. Figured out the reference yet?))
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Azunara crouched beside the signpost, shielding herself in the darkness. The sentry walked by, not noticing. The blood elf quickly fitted an arrow to her bow and shot him, the blunt arrow head smacking him in the head and sending him unconscience.
“Nice shot!” A voice praised Azunara. A ragged nightstalker prowled out of the dark, quickly shoveling dirt over the lamp to extinguish the light. “Thanks, Maurice.” Azunara replied, getting up. It was dark, Falconwing Square quiet and still. Nothing moved besides the guards, and if she was right, the next guard would return in fifteen minutes. “Right, Mar. Go scout it out, I’ll wait here. We have to be fast if we want to succeed.” The cat flashed a wicked grin at the blood elf before evaporating into the shadows, like a ghost giving itself up to the wind.
Azunara contented herself with reading the Bounty board she was next too. The darkness wasn’t too much a bother; years of training gave her cat-like vision when it came to darkness. She could see clearly. The first poster was for a blood elf warlock then was wanted for thievery and murder. The next two posters were similar, a pair of orcs, rogue and druid, wanted for thievery, murder, and torture of justice officials. The fourth was a blood elf rogue. She had black hair, sharp, distrustful green eyes, and was wanted for thievery, murder, criminal mercenary work, and torture and killing of justice officials. There was a reward of 500 for her head, 1000 gold if she was captured alive.
The criminal’s name was Azunara Sunclaw.
The pair stared at each other, the living counterpart and the inanimate shadow, gauging each other coolly. “I thought it was over, too.” The living Azunara said, running a hand through her now fire red hair. There were still streaks of black, subtle, running through the strands. The huntress grabbed her bow, stiffening.
“Relax, chicken. Just me.” Maurice said, chuckling softly. “We have seven minutes, and I did a look by at the Oak; Kerberos is restless. He’ll give us away.” Azunara, in spite of herself, grinned. “That corehound pup. I never understood why I rescued him, he’s loud and obnoxious, and he makes missions difficult…But I couldn’t leave him with that undead. He was torturing, experimenting on Kerberos. Kerberos used to be a normal wolf pup, Mar.” Azunara said, slightly distressed.
Maurice nuzzled the former rogue. “I know, Az. You don’t need to explain yourself. You made the right choice. Now come on, we have an artifact to retrieve.” The pair stalked off into the shadows towards the inn. They slipped in silently, like twin ghosts. The dozing innkeeper heard a hiss of wind, felt it rustle in the building, but saw nothing.
The pair stalked up towards the farthest room to the right, where a blood elf was sleeping. Judging by the staff and multitude of books, she was a mage. Maurice scanned the room. “There.” He hissed, softly. Azunara quietly padded forth, grabbing a book off a table. It was bound in pale red leather, and spidery, darker red, almost black writing was on the surface. Azunara knew the substance well; blood.
Suddenly, there was a scream of an alarm. “Dammit. Move it, Azu. The guard is coming fast!” Maurice shouted over the blare of alarm. The magi shot awake, bolts of flame scorching the air. Azunara yelped as one got her in the arm, igniting her cloak and sleeve. She gripped the book tighter, and crashed into the mage, sending her flying. The flame spat, dampened. “Move, move, move!” Azunara hissed, and desperately, leaped out the window.
Glass fell like frost, sharp snowflakes that bit. Azunara landed, and allowed the momentum to carry her on in a somersault, landing disoriented on her back. The guard had sprinted into the inn, and the mage was peering out the window. She didn’t notice Maurice, and the nightstalker leaped from behind, pushing her down through the window, and landed neatly by Azunara. The mage frantically cast a spell, and her fall was slowed. The mage snarled, cursing. Azunara and Maurice ran to the tree, fleeing the Square and evaporating into the thicket, where the pair went to collect the shrieking, drooling Kerberos.
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Azunara crouched beside the signpost, shielding herself in the darkness. The sentry walked by, not noticing. The blood elf quickly fitted an arrow to her bow and shot him, the blunt arrow head smacking him in the head and sending him unconscience.
“Nice shot!” A voice praised Azunara. A ragged nightstalker prowled out of the dark, quickly shoveling dirt over the lamp to extinguish the light. “Thanks, Maurice.” Azunara replied, getting up. It was dark, Falconwing Square quiet and still. Nothing moved besides the guards, and if she was right, the next guard would return in fifteen minutes. “Right, Mar. Go scout it out, I’ll wait here. We have to be fast if we want to succeed.” The cat flashed a wicked grin at the blood elf before evaporating into the shadows, like a ghost giving itself up to the wind.
Azunara contented herself with reading the Bounty board she was next too. The darkness wasn’t too much a bother; years of training gave her cat-like vision when it came to darkness. She could see clearly. The first poster was for a blood elf warlock then was wanted for thievery and murder. The next two posters were similar, a pair of orcs, rogue and druid, wanted for thievery, murder, and torture of justice officials. The fourth was a blood elf rogue. She had black hair, sharp, distrustful green eyes, and was wanted for thievery, murder, criminal mercenary work, and torture and killing of justice officials. There was a reward of 500 for her head, 1000 gold if she was captured alive.
The criminal’s name was Azunara Sunclaw.
The pair stared at each other, the living counterpart and the inanimate shadow, gauging each other coolly. “I thought it was over, too.” The living Azunara said, running a hand through her now fire red hair. There were still streaks of black, subtle, running through the strands. The huntress grabbed her bow, stiffening.
“Relax, chicken. Just me.” Maurice said, chuckling softly. “We have seven minutes, and I did a look by at the Oak; Kerberos is restless. He’ll give us away.” Azunara, in spite of herself, grinned. “That corehound pup. I never understood why I rescued him, he’s loud and obnoxious, and he makes missions difficult…But I couldn’t leave him with that undead. He was torturing, experimenting on Kerberos. Kerberos used to be a normal wolf pup, Mar.” Azunara said, slightly distressed.
Maurice nuzzled the former rogue. “I know, Az. You don’t need to explain yourself. You made the right choice. Now come on, we have an artifact to retrieve.” The pair stalked off into the shadows towards the inn. They slipped in silently, like twin ghosts. The dozing innkeeper heard a hiss of wind, felt it rustle in the building, but saw nothing.
The pair stalked up towards the farthest room to the right, where a blood elf was sleeping. Judging by the staff and multitude of books, she was a mage. Maurice scanned the room. “There.” He hissed, softly. Azunara quietly padded forth, grabbing a book off a table. It was bound in pale red leather, and spidery, darker red, almost black writing was on the surface. Azunara knew the substance well; blood.
Suddenly, there was a scream of an alarm. “Dammit. Move it, Azu. The guard is coming fast!” Maurice shouted over the blare of alarm. The magi shot awake, bolts of flame scorching the air. Azunara yelped as one got her in the arm, igniting her cloak and sleeve. She gripped the book tighter, and crashed into the mage, sending her flying. The flame spat, dampened. “Move, move, move!” Azunara hissed, and desperately, leaped out the window.
Glass fell like frost, sharp snowflakes that bit. Azunara landed, and allowed the momentum to carry her on in a somersault, landing disoriented on her back. The guard had sprinted into the inn, and the mage was peering out the window. She didn’t notice Maurice, and the nightstalker leaped from behind, pushing her down through the window, and landed neatly by Azunara. The mage frantically cast a spell, and her fall was slowed. The mage snarled, cursing. Azunara and Maurice ran to the tree, fleeing the Square and evaporating into the thicket, where the pair went to collect the shrieking, drooling Kerberos.