10-04-2015, 12:22 PM
Atelos slept well until the commotion shook him from his slumber.
With a groan, the Spartan sat and slung his legs over the side of the hay-covered pallets. The windows were all open, so there was no masking the sound of the crowd on the streets outside. Although he was clad only in the loose-fitting garments he wore to sleep, the Spartan knew that something was happening that he couldn’t ignore.
Retaining his clothes, he slipped into a pair of boots. After stashing knives into the slots in his footwear, the man made his way out of the Camarinos’ residence and into the streets of Darkshire. Despite some distance from either town hall or the main thoroughfares, there were plenty of people around when the Spartan started out from the quaint home. With a scowl, Atelos walked over to the nearest pedestrian and garnered their attention by stepping out in front of them.
“What is all this commotion?” The Spartan demanded at the tiny little man before him.
After a moment of staring wide-eyed at the muscled warrior before him, the citizen of Darkshire stammered a response. “M-murder… Commander Skendor was assassinated last night.”
“Dobson?” Atelos asked, grasping his large hands around the tiny shoulders of the bald-faced person before him.
“His father,” the man replied. “The rumor is that an elder councilman conspired with some drow. No one knows for certain, but people think this might erupt into bloodshed between the politicians and the military.”
Atelos released his grip on the man and scowled. “What foul person would willingly let in murderous outsiders?”
“Geoffrey Hamilton,” the townsman replied. “The story is that he slipped out of town just before dawn after killing a pair of soldiers at one of the minor gatehouses.”
The Spartan’s scowl deepened as he turned away from the man and glanced in the direction of Darkshire’s town hall.
A few hours away from Darkshire, a man in a heavy coat strode toward the gate that led into Camelot. With no one in sight, Geoffrey Hamilton glanced over his shoulder and flashed a predatory grin back in the direction of Darkshire. The man’s eyes—unnaturally sinister given his history of being a somewhat gentle person—glowed briefly with green flames before he turned and entered in Camelot.
With a groan, the Spartan sat and slung his legs over the side of the hay-covered pallets. The windows were all open, so there was no masking the sound of the crowd on the streets outside. Although he was clad only in the loose-fitting garments he wore to sleep, the Spartan knew that something was happening that he couldn’t ignore.
Retaining his clothes, he slipped into a pair of boots. After stashing knives into the slots in his footwear, the man made his way out of the Camarinos’ residence and into the streets of Darkshire. Despite some distance from either town hall or the main thoroughfares, there were plenty of people around when the Spartan started out from the quaint home. With a scowl, Atelos walked over to the nearest pedestrian and garnered their attention by stepping out in front of them.
“What is all this commotion?” The Spartan demanded at the tiny little man before him.
After a moment of staring wide-eyed at the muscled warrior before him, the citizen of Darkshire stammered a response. “M-murder… Commander Skendor was assassinated last night.”
“Dobson?” Atelos asked, grasping his large hands around the tiny shoulders of the bald-faced person before him.
“His father,” the man replied. “The rumor is that an elder councilman conspired with some drow. No one knows for certain, but people think this might erupt into bloodshed between the politicians and the military.”
Atelos released his grip on the man and scowled. “What foul person would willingly let in murderous outsiders?”
“Geoffrey Hamilton,” the townsman replied. “The story is that he slipped out of town just before dawn after killing a pair of soldiers at one of the minor gatehouses.”
The Spartan’s scowl deepened as he turned away from the man and glanced in the direction of Darkshire’s town hall.
***
A few hours away from Darkshire, a man in a heavy coat strode toward the gate that led into Camelot. With no one in sight, Geoffrey Hamilton glanced over his shoulder and flashed a predatory grin back in the direction of Darkshire. The man’s eyes—unnaturally sinister given his history of being a somewhat gentle person—glowed briefly with green flames before he turned and entered in Camelot.
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