Post by thetriangle on Nov 26, 2007 21:42:47 GMT 9.5
“ ’E did not care to tell me sir,” Said Savan, “though, I would guess that since e’s sealed off the camp, there’s no way for a message to get out, so ‘taint no harm letten’ em get in.” Savan grabbed the chest by a handle on the side, and stated to drag it back towards the tents entrance. “I am most greatful though that ‘e would make an exception of me, and let me get some personal effects afore we march.” Savan had gotten the chest out of the tent and was dragging the thing towards Sir Traviks Tent, leaving Boris where he was. In his mind, Savan was checking off his mental list of what he was to do in this latest scheme. Get letters, Check. Let camp know he was only way to get message out of camp… His remarks to Borris might cover it, but only if he was to talk about it to the other soldiers, and why would he mention it? So that’s only half done. Get message from spy saying that Jevithem was preparing to invade. Not done. Convince Evan that they need to find the spy’s counterpart in town to get the entire spy ring. Not done. Get out of camp, incapacitate Evan and… Something tingled in the back of Savan’s mind. He was forgetting something… Evan! He needed to speed up. “YOU!” he shouted, pointing to someone standing outside Sir Traviks tent, someone who wasn’t there before. “ARE YOU JUST GONNA STAND THERE OR YA’ GONNA HELP ME WITH THIS?!”
Amon snickered to himself, as Evan spoke to him clandestinely along their walk to the tent of whom he could only assume was the real leader around this camp. The words, stay outside his tent, kept on repeating in his head. It was as if Evan just wasn’t acknowledging the fact that Amon planned to rid himself of this place the first chance he got. But it wasn’t a matter that he was going to press, neither verbally nor mentally. Naïveté would be the downfall of the proud, he assured himself.
Amon’s opinion of Evan only went down slightly during his poorly executed excuse of an apology for mistaking Amon’s age. Again, it wasn’t a matter that was worth a lot of thought. Amon pushed it to the back of his mind and continued following, avoiding gazes as best he could.
When they finally reached the tent, Amon did as he was asked and waited outside. Under pressure from Evan’s newly born threat, he didn’t have a lot of choice. He doubted if he’d make it out of the camp before word spread that a thief was about. But he wasn’t fond of these two sentries standing about him- especially one with a rather cautious eye toward Amon. (Regardless of all justification what Amon was all too conscious of.)
He did make a prime target however: Amon made a few steps to move past the soldier. Stepping in front of him, Amon feigned a cough and dropped one of his stolen items of food from under his cloak. Both Amon and the guard reached for it, but Amon was too slow. He did all that he could to keep his face hidden while the guard stared solidly at the hood in an attempt to size him up. As they stood the soldier handed the food to Amon, who took it with thanks and a slight tilt of his head. Just enough of a tilt to be considered a subjective bow and plenty more than necessary to keep the soldier’s eyes on Amon’s concealed face as his hand slipped the pouch of coins from the soldier’s belt.
Amon flinched, still facing the soldier, who’s gazed shifted to over Amon’s shoulder. His initial thought was Impossible! Nobody could have seen that pick-pocketing. Instead of sprinting away though, he decided to trust the benefit of the doubt and turned to look behind him.
“ARE YOU JUST GONNA STAND THERE OR YA’ GONNA HELP ME WITH THIS?!”
Amon released a sigh of relief. He made a double-take toward the soldier while pocketing the purse before he left the tent’s threshold. He moved to the opposite side of the oversized chest and bent to grasp a handle. As he doubled over his hood slipped from his head. Amon was quick to replace it before anyone but the loud, demanding boy before him could see his face though. He aided in lifting the chest without saying a word; Amon preferred to maintain his act as servant or guide, or whatever word it was that Evan used, for the time being.
I used to think being lazy was bad for me . . . . . . so I gave up thinking!
The sentries watched, half in concern, half in amusement, as Amon went and helped Savan with the chest of letters. They did not seem to care what was in it, as they spotted Boris leaving the tent Savan had come from. Boris nodded at the sentries to let them know that all was well, and so they continued to watch the two youths.
Only moments later, Evan emerged from the large tent, covering his eyes from the sun for a moment. Then he saw Savan and Amon haul a chest along. At first, he was not sure what to think. He knew the chest contained the letters that Travik had told him about, but where he was taking them and why Amon was helping was unknown to him. Of course, the latter could be explained by the simple fact that the chest was heavy and Amon was there at the time.
He approached them and said to Savan, "Where are you taking them? We can bring them to my tent, if you need a safe place for them. We don't have any to spare you." He watched Amon's back as he spoke, careful not to slip up with any of his words. He said nothing to the Ildemin.
Post by thetriangle on Dec 2, 2007 14:14:43 GMT 9.5
Savan was watching Amon carefully as he came to help him move the chest. He wouldn’t have seen anything of the pickpocketing if Amon hadn’t paused when he called out to him, but the invisibility of the motion was destroyed when it lost its smoothness. Savan could use a thief, they thought of nothing but their own gain, and their own freedom.
They say you can’t fool honest men; Savan had never met one to try it on.
Together they were moving the chest at a faster speed, but it would still take a few moments to get to the tent, And Savan would have to make use of them. “Listen, I need your help,” he began, speaking fast in voice barely above a whisper, “there gonna execute me for thievin’ tomorrow, and you too, unless I miss my guess, they can’t afford information getting out with war on the way, ya see. But I got em fooled I do, they want me to catch a spy for ‘em first, they say they’ll let me go after, but I overheard the big-wig talking to Even on the way in. ” He saw Evan leaving the tent and walking towards them, he started walking slower and speaking even faster. “I knows their plan, and I have one of my own. I can get us out of here, but I’ll need your help durin the actual escape, just follow my lead if you want to live!”
Savan put the chest on the ground as Evan approached and said to them, “Where are you taking them? We can bring them to my tent, if you need a safe place for them. We don't have any to spare you.” “No, here will do fine I think,” replied Savan. “Could you go and ah… find Boris and ask him in a fairly public place if I let slip why you are being forced to escort me into town? Oh, and in moment it would be mighty helpful if you were to shout the words “of course were not at war, now do what I told you” to… ummm… The Kitten Kid here, in a fairly angry way, he has an interest in this little endeavour, you see, and I’m sure he will be mighty helpful in certain tasks.”
Savan then opened the chest of letters and grabbed a bundle of them. “MAIL CALL!!!” he shouted as loud as he could, and then whispered out of the corner of his mouth to Evan, “now would be a good time for saying that thing that I said to say… please.”
Evan frowned. As the soldiers began to turn, their interests now piqued, a crowd gradually grew. Evan went to say that phrase to Amon, but the Ildemin was not where he stood. A quick scan of the surrounding area proved difficult. Evan was short, and the soldiers were tall. Savan was nowhere in sight. Evan scowled at Savan.
"He's gone. And why would you want me to say something like that?" He raised his voice a little for the next part, "We're really not at war! This is just a precaution!"
Some of the soldiers paused when they saw tension between Evan and Savan. For a moment they forgot about the mail call until Evan stood back and watched from a short distance, crossing his arms for a moment before spotting Boris. Evan took Boris aside and spoke quietly with him. A couple other idle soldiers had joined their conversation, too.
Post by thetriangle on Jan 2, 2008 23:45:02 GMT 9.5
Savan wasn’t at all concerned that Amon had disappeared, even if he did make contact with the spy and tell him everything, it would only help Savan. He had told Amon that there was a war, and wanting to escape from the camp only makes it easier for him to deliver a letter or massage, as he won’t have Evan watching him. And if Amon has simply made a dash for freedom it doesn’t matter anyway.
It only took Savan a few minutes to hand out all the letters in the chest, which he did while making light conversation of no importance, with the odd question of “what was that about war?” to which Savan replied “well… Evan there doesn’t want me talking about that sorta thing, ya’ see.” Savan knew the spy wouldn’t make a move while he was surrounded with people, so when the chest was empty, he began to wander off between the rows of tents.
[[Sorry for the wait for such a boring post, but something needs to happen soon to move the story along, whether that’s the spy or something else is up to you.]]
[[I'm okay with the pace, but that's because I like to give everyone a chance to react, so not too much can happen in one post, if you get my meaning. I guess I'll speed it up a bit. And I'm very sorry for the late reply. I saw Verbed not long ago, but I guess he's still not going to post here.]]
Evan saw Savan wander off and his face twisted with concern. He didn't follow, though. Instead, he went another way, and it was Boris that followed Savan. For a few minutes, Boris only watched from a distance. He made no attempt to remain concealed -- he was quite a hefty man, and it would take a lot to hide him -- but at the same time, he didn't approach the boy or call out. He simply watched.
Someone inside the tent right beside Savan shifted and the canvas fluttered.
"You, boy," Boris finally said, taking a few steps forward. He waited a moment. Everything else in the immediate area was silent. "What do you think you're playing?"
Post by thetriangle on Mar 26, 2008 13:52:35 GMT 9.5
Savan turned and stared for a moment at Boris. “Look,” he said, “we’re both of the intelligent sort, we both know the way things work. Since it looks like were moving out soon there becomes a demand for communications of a sort ya see, and as it turns out, I am the only means by which communications can leave this camp. I smells a profit from such a situation.” Savan stopped for a moment and smiled, “but I’m guessing that you’ve been guessin that, so I can only make the ‘suption that you’re here to make an offer. Well, out with it.”
Boris looked at Savan like an eagle -- a very large eagle -- looks at a field mouse. His mouth, too, curled into a sinister smile of sorts.
"And might you be going to Leotyne? Because if you are, then I have something you need to send them." He drew a folded letter from his pocket and flashed it before Savan's eyes. It seemed to be nonsensical collections of foreign characters. "Can you deliver this to Sir Alden? In person, if possible. It's of utmost importance. Don't concern yourself with payment. If he deems your delivery worthy, he'll reward you appropriately." He held out the letter for Savan to take of his own accord.
The light was beginning to dim as the sky grew slightly darker. A cold wind began to hiss through the tents.
Post by thetriangle on Apr 10, 2008 22:13:50 GMT 9.5
“I might just be goin that way then” said Savan, snatching the letter out of Boris’s hand and tucking it into a pocket just next to his sword hilt. His actions seemed completely ordinary until his hand passed the sword hilt again, where it turned into a blur of speed, in one motion drawing the sword with a reversed grip in a wide and upward arc to slice cleanly through Boris’s neck and trachea for a silent kill. In Savans mind the future opened up before him in a world of fighting as he wiped and sheathed his sword. Savan liked fighting, for all its vulgar violence to him it always seemed so clean and controlled, where everything came down to two simple outcomes, to die or not to. He had been surprised by this country, it was full of knights and soldiers but there was no war for them to fight in. So he would make one for them. As Savan stepped over Borises body, quickly draining of its blood, and calmly walked out of the tent, he thought of how proud his mother would have been of him, with the fate of so many people resting on his shoulders, relying on him to provide vital employment in every industry from boot making to the soldering itself. Somewhere in the back of his mind, far removed from his face, Savan smiled. Now to find Evan - Savan had a special purpose in mind for him.
The camp was blending into a sombre buzz of activity around Savan. Soldiers were marching this way and that with the same looks of sternness on their faces. Crates and barrels were being stacked onto the backs of carts, ready for the move tomorrow, and the horses were beginning to stir in anticipation. Some of the soldiers who passed Savan stared at him sideways, and a couple of them actually laughed aloud. The wind grew colder as the sky grew dark, not only due to the fading sunlight, but due to heavy clouds.
Evan was walking behind a pair of guards when he caught sight of Savan, and he immediately stopped and went to the boy, glancing over both shoulders before speaking.
"Did you want to leave now? I'm ready if you are."
Post by thetriangle on Apr 11, 2008 23:34:13 GMT 9.5
“Yes,” said Savan, “we shall leave. He meets his contact just after sundown on the other side of town, and we will need to find him to eliminate the threat in this area. We shall have to find horses to get us their in time; I trust you can organize this? And I shall require a small crossbow as well.”
A spate of questions boiled up in Evan, but they never passed his lips. He then took Savan to the other end of camp to the makeshift stable yard, and he selected two horses for them, set them up with some basic gear, and led them to the camp's west exit. Atop their horses, they were let out through the gate and started along the road to Leotyne. Before them stretched the fields of Jevithem, and far beyond, silhouettes giant cliffs and mountains rose up and penetrated the night sky.
"Which town are you talking about?" Evan asked, adjusting the brightness of his lantern. "Between here and Jevithem is Cliffmere Farms. It's a small community more than anything. Unless you mean Vilenden. That's the other way." He pointed south.
Post by thetriangle on Aug 9, 2008 14:39:53 GMT 9.5
Savan ignored Evan’s question until they were a few hundred meters from the camp. Then he took a breath, and began. “We are going to Leotyne,” he said, “now listen to this very carefully. We are going to Leotyne to start a war, and you are going to let me. They only way you can stop me getting the message to Leotyne is by killing me in my sleep, which we both know you wont do. In about half an hour your friends are going to find Boris’s body, and chase me down as a murderer. The only thing you could change is getting them to stop, in which case when Leotyne launch a pre-emptive strike to thwart the perceived invasion they will sweep up an under defended boarder garrison and instead of a war, you will have a massacre. You will save more lives by helping me than hindering me. When we get there you are going to find a man named Sir Walter, and tell him the following, ‘speak, red, horse, taken.’ They are code words Boris can use for sending messages back to Leotyne. Now it would be very nice if we had some distance between us and the camp before we begin being chased, so if we could just pick up the pace a little?”
Evan picked up the pace while the rest of what was said rolled over in Evan's mind.
"Most of what you said is right," Evan said. "I won't kill you in your sleep, and I can't really stop you, but I have no idea who this Sir Walter is. Who's to say he is even in Leotyne? And what if he's not there? I could spend days trying to find him and get nowhere..."
He looked over one shoulder at the flickering lights of the camp they had just left. As the two went down the far side of a hill, the lights vanished and there was only darkness all around. Evan looked back towards Savan, watching him closely and leaving a bit of space between the two.
His horse suddenly neighed and reared as wind hissed through the grass. Evan clung on and managed to settle the steed. He quickly dismounted, gathered his supplies which had come loose, and mounted again.
"These horses aren't used to riding in the dark," Evan said. "They get a start if they feel something they don't recognise. Anyway, what are you going to do while I search? If you want me to help you, I need to know what you will be doing and where to find you."