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[Aug. 23][DAoC] The Usual Five Minutes
Title: The Usual Five Minutes
Day/Theme: Aug. 23 'The sun was a flower, the evening, crescent moons, the arrows were
rain, and the swords were lightning flashes.'
Series: Dark Age of Camelot
Characters: Thuulstrea, Cirya
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Someone died in RvR. QQ more.
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Thuulstrea ghosted along the parapets of the central keep, a shadow in the night time. A trebuchet bullet arced through the sky and struck the keep wall behind her, weakening the rock still more. Only a few Midgardians clustered around the trebuchets they used on the walls; most of them had crossed Od's Bridge and lurked near the edge of the water.
A lurikeen crouched on one of the crenellations, her clothing blending into the night-shadows. The Midgardians taunted the guards and the less stealthy Hibernians, daring them to come down and skirmish. Anyone who knew how to look and to understand what they saw could pick out the healers and shamen, and the little lurikeen could understand very much indeed.
The elven assassin stepped into one of the notches of the wall as Cirya drew her bow and notched an arrow. Thuulstrea slipped down the wall as the lurikeen shot her first arrow and landed on the ground as it thunked into the troll's chest. Other arrows flew as more of Hibernia's archers decided to make the Midgardians into targets, and Thuulstrea smiled thinly.
She drifted through the night, her steps light enough not to crush the grass unless you saw it at just the right moment. Around and down, halfway between the King's Bridge and Od's Bridge, down to the water's edge to study the Midgardians. Too many of them in a clump for an assassin to get in good, not unless you had more courage than sense.
No one had ever accused the siabra of that. She turned back towards the keep and caught a movement in the shadows that was not natural at all.
Well, she supposed Saracens were perfectly natural where they came from. This one, apparently, had a death wish as he leapt out and tried to skewer her not ten yards from the Midgardians.
Thuulstrea evaded the first blow, took a dagger to the thigh, sliced open his arms and chest, then turned and stumbled towards the water as she heard the pounding of boots behind her. Darkling cold impacted between her shoulder-blades, burning like fire, and she half-fell into the river. As she fell, she pulled out a nereid potion and quaffed a mouthful - enough to let her breathe water as if it was air.
Then she kicked and dove, fighting her cloak to get down to the bottom of the river and hide among the shadows. A few Midgardians would follow her, yes, but once she hid herself again, she could sneak off and get healing from her allies.
Dimly through the water, she heard the Saracen's death-scream.
Day/Theme: Aug. 23 'The sun was a flower, the evening, crescent moons, the arrows were
rain, and the swords were lightning flashes.'
Series: Dark Age of Camelot
Characters: Thuulstrea, Cirya
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Someone died in RvR. QQ more.
---
Thuulstrea ghosted along the parapets of the central keep, a shadow in the night time. A trebuchet bullet arced through the sky and struck the keep wall behind her, weakening the rock still more. Only a few Midgardians clustered around the trebuchets they used on the walls; most of them had crossed Od's Bridge and lurked near the edge of the water.
A lurikeen crouched on one of the crenellations, her clothing blending into the night-shadows. The Midgardians taunted the guards and the less stealthy Hibernians, daring them to come down and skirmish. Anyone who knew how to look and to understand what they saw could pick out the healers and shamen, and the little lurikeen could understand very much indeed.
The elven assassin stepped into one of the notches of the wall as Cirya drew her bow and notched an arrow. Thuulstrea slipped down the wall as the lurikeen shot her first arrow and landed on the ground as it thunked into the troll's chest. Other arrows flew as more of Hibernia's archers decided to make the Midgardians into targets, and Thuulstrea smiled thinly.
She drifted through the night, her steps light enough not to crush the grass unless you saw it at just the right moment. Around and down, halfway between the King's Bridge and Od's Bridge, down to the water's edge to study the Midgardians. Too many of them in a clump for an assassin to get in good, not unless you had more courage than sense.
No one had ever accused the siabra of that. She turned back towards the keep and caught a movement in the shadows that was not natural at all.
Well, she supposed Saracens were perfectly natural where they came from. This one, apparently, had a death wish as he leapt out and tried to skewer her not ten yards from the Midgardians.
Thuulstrea evaded the first blow, took a dagger to the thigh, sliced open his arms and chest, then turned and stumbled towards the water as she heard the pounding of boots behind her. Darkling cold impacted between her shoulder-blades, burning like fire, and she half-fell into the river. As she fell, she pulled out a nereid potion and quaffed a mouthful - enough to let her breathe water as if it was air.
Then she kicked and dove, fighting her cloak to get down to the bottom of the river and hide among the shadows. A few Midgardians would follow her, yes, but once she hid herself again, she could sneak off and get healing from her allies.
Dimly through the water, she heard the Saracen's death-scream.