From: unagim@aol.com (Unagi M)
Date: 04 Sep 2003 13:04:11 EDT
::The missives tacked to the cork held scant interest for the diminutive samurai. Perhaps Sprite had the shirasaya. Perhaps Sprite did not. Either way, perhaps Sprite could be persuaded to lead him to the blade. Choosing a few particularly effective tools of persuasion, Miyamoto Unagi set out for a little elf hunting.::
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From: captsneggle@aol.com (Capt Sneggle)
Date: 04 Sep 2003 20:00:57 EDT
::the word was out on the streets. The lurkers and snitches began moving through the streets of RhyDin. Ten gold pieces for information on the wherabouts and movements of the samurai Unagi M.
Ten gold pieces and the good favor of the port Captain of the Guard. That favor could in the end prove of more value than the money.
No harm was to come to Unagi, only information as to where he could be found and the routes he took. The hunter would soon be the hunted::
Date: 04 Sep 2003 20:00:57 EDT
::the word was out on the streets. The lurkers and snitches began moving through the streets of RhyDin. Ten gold pieces for information on the wherabouts and movements of the samurai Unagi M.
Ten gold pieces and the good favor of the port Captain of the Guard. That favor could in the end prove of more value than the money.
No harm was to come to Unagi, only information as to where he could be found and the routes he took. The hunter would soon be the hunted::
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From: karenwilder@aol.com (Karen Wilder)
Date: 04 Sep 2003 23:25:37 EDT
::Ever since her days roaming with Buffy, KW had many contacts on the streets... Her ties with the Church had served to strengthen many and add many more.
There was a feeling of discontent building. Someone was throwing around cash in the name of "the Guard"... and flashing around alot more. Few people cared if you provided safety and security to your own small section of the city... but once words like "City-wide", "the Guard", "Police" and worst of all, "The Law" were thrown about, people got upset. There was talk of "The General" and the shock-troops he'd used to try and control the city... and of the short-lived alliances that eventually broke his power and sent him off to the northlands of Dracoern.
Karen did her best to quell the worst of the rumors, even if it meant doing a little undermining and disinformation. Sneggles wasn't a bad person... just overzealous and still a bit naive about just how dangerous the city could be.
She'd have to have a talk with him... and soon. His heavy-handed approach could lead to trouble for other large organizations... like the Summoner's Guild, the League of Assassins... and the Church.
Date: 04 Sep 2003 23:25:37 EDT
::Ever since her days roaming with Buffy, KW had many contacts on the streets... Her ties with the Church had served to strengthen many and add many more.
There was a feeling of discontent building. Someone was throwing around cash in the name of "the Guard"... and flashing around alot more. Few people cared if you provided safety and security to your own small section of the city... but once words like "City-wide", "the Guard", "Police" and worst of all, "The Law" were thrown about, people got upset. There was talk of "The General" and the shock-troops he'd used to try and control the city... and of the short-lived alliances that eventually broke his power and sent him off to the northlands of Dracoern.
Karen did her best to quell the worst of the rumors, even if it meant doing a little undermining and disinformation. Sneggles wasn't a bad person... just overzealous and still a bit naive about just how dangerous the city could be.
She'd have to have a talk with him... and soon. His heavy-handed approach could lead to trouble for other large organizations... like the Summoner's Guild, the League of Assassins... and the Church.
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From: spriteargo@aol.com (Sprite Argo)
Date: 06 Sep 2003 14:37:18 EDT
Upon going home, the Captain would find a note left for him by Sprite. It read:
Lor, follow the trail from the castle. You will find a wounded soldier, reunited with his sword.
Sprite
He meant the Muted Castle, of course. Lorance would know that. The only things left were getting Lorance to read the note and the oh so small detail of wounding the samurai.
Date: 06 Sep 2003 14:37:18 EDT
Upon going home, the Captain would find a note left for him by Sprite. It read:
Lor, follow the trail from the castle. You will find a wounded soldier, reunited with his sword.
Sprite
He meant the Muted Castle, of course. Lorance would know that. The only things left were getting Lorance to read the note and the oh so small detail of wounding the samurai.
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From: unagim@aol.com (Unagi M)
Date: 16 Sep 2003 13:22:39 EDT
::Elves can be fiendishly difficult to track. But a bonded blade is another matter entirely. The presence of the shirasaya burned like a beacon to the ninjutsu adept deep within that trance state called "body as a rock." Equally obvious to the diminutive samurai were the clumsy brush-beaters stumbling through the woods. Ignoring the unsubtle bait of the shirasaya, Unagi spent an increasingly depressing afternoon entertaining the searchers. The first fell to a single stroke, the red leaves cut slicing down through shoulder, then diagonally across the torso, emerging just above the hip after cleaving the hapless lackey's body utterly in two. A second searcher lost his weapon, and his hands, in the first stroke and his life in the second. Grimacing in contempt at the appalling lack of skill shown by his adversaries, Unagi methodically hacked the two corpses into small pieces.
Whoever was hunting the hunter paid his servants poorly for their lives... and trained them even worse.
To continue such slaughter would be offensive to bushido, so the diminutive samurai simply circled widely back to the hillside well above the gleaming bait of the rosewood hafted longsword and settled in to wait for the trap to reveal itself.::
Date: 16 Sep 2003 13:22:39 EDT
::Elves can be fiendishly difficult to track. But a bonded blade is another matter entirely. The presence of the shirasaya burned like a beacon to the ninjutsu adept deep within that trance state called "body as a rock." Equally obvious to the diminutive samurai were the clumsy brush-beaters stumbling through the woods. Ignoring the unsubtle bait of the shirasaya, Unagi spent an increasingly depressing afternoon entertaining the searchers. The first fell to a single stroke, the red leaves cut slicing down through shoulder, then diagonally across the torso, emerging just above the hip after cleaving the hapless lackey's body utterly in two. A second searcher lost his weapon, and his hands, in the first stroke and his life in the second. Grimacing in contempt at the appalling lack of skill shown by his adversaries, Unagi methodically hacked the two corpses into small pieces.
Whoever was hunting the hunter paid his servants poorly for their lives... and trained them even worse.
To continue such slaughter would be offensive to bushido, so the diminutive samurai simply circled widely back to the hillside well above the gleaming bait of the rosewood hafted longsword and settled in to wait for the trap to reveal itself.::