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The Dark Crusade

 

 

 

Overshadowing the nearby towns and villages, the colossal stone chapterhouse of the Order of The Ebony Sun could easily be mistaken for a castle- with its roughly hewn stone walls and and turrets spotted with arrow slits. But inside was a different matter. there were no mighty feasting halls or lavish rooms-  Upon the walls hung strange weapons and the men trained in queer arts foreign even to the heretics outside the walls. Every dawn, midday and sunset the chanting of their prayer could be heard from the village below, bellowing out to the world the message of defiance against the oncoming evils of the holy lands.

"We pledge to defend the his grace the Kings holy lands in the name of almighty God, in his name, so be it."

 

*

 

Ser Ratigan was in the assembly hall, kneeling piously before Lord Alston, an envoy of King Richard. The envoy had traveled many hundreds of miles on horseback to bring the sealed scroll of orders, for his and his riding partner, Ser Allastad's eyes only. He sat in the seat of the envoy, next to the ebony greatchair. the seat of Lord Roustan, the master of the order who was gravely ill with a foreign sickness of the mind.

"My Lord, i come for orders." he asked, not commanding but suggesting quick progress. The man said nothing, and passed him the ornate scroll, kept shut by the wax seal of the king. 

"It is not to be opened until you begin your journey, and not in the presence of others."

"Understood, my Lord.

 

Ratigan left as more members of the Order filed in, all in single file as the previous business was concluded and they had other matters to ask of the travelling envoy. He passed the through the open corridors, and looked out at the initiates practicing in the yard, attacking straw men with wooden swords. He called out for his squire  but eventually found him eating a roast fowl and sitting on the straw among the horses.

"Gromley, prepare my weaponry and saddle my horse- we leave within the hour for Acre. Bring provisions and supplies. Now, if you can spare the time."

Gromley seemed to ignore the sarcasm and went to do as told. He had to find his riding partner, and surmised he would likely find him showing the initiates in the archery yard showing off his skills with the bow. He headed there, his chairman clinking and the flag of his order across his chest flapping in the wind like a scarf...

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Ser Allastad stood in the archery yard along side the initiates, watching them as they fire off arrow after arrow and only hitting the target half the time. He laughed to himself and stood up, readying his bow. He picked up and arrow, drew back his bow and shot. He smiled and said in a whisper "bullseye." He turned around to his squire and saw Ser Ratigan riding up in the distance. He waited as the knight got closer and walked up to him, "greeting Ratigan, what brings you out to the archery fields?"

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"We have orders, brother. Get Richard to saddle your steed, and get a hardy meal, we leave within the hour for Acre. Impressive shooting. I prefer to look my enemy in the eyes when i kill him, or i never truly know he is dead. An hour, Allastad, don't waste it."

Ratigan patted his friend on shoulder, as a polite if informal gesture. He headed to the gate, where he was accosted by the master of his order.

 

Lord Roustan was in his bedclothes, raving, and gibbering in foreign sickness.

"They have men who walk the dark path! Whom no blades of steel or arrows fletched can fell!" With that, he fell.

"These hands of mine, they are nothing to the eyes of fire!" Then he fell onto his face and went to sleep. Ratigan lifted him onto a shoulder and dragged him away from a quick-gathering crowd of worriers. He passed some who fussed, and placed his mad leader on the first bed he could find, in the currently empty barracks. The doctor came in soon after.

"Was he rambling about the fiery eyes again? i'm afraid my concoctions can only do so much..."

Ratigan said nothing and left to find his Squire, a rage building in him at the subtle illness that plagued his once-mighty master...

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Allastad turned and told Richard to ready his steed and prepare to depart. As his squire headed to the stables to get his steed Allastad headed to his barracks to gather his gear, putting on his armor and grabbing his bible and cross. He walked outside as Richard approached with his horse. "Thank you Richard." He mounted his steed and approached the gate as Ratigan left the barracks. He dismounted his horse and approached Ratigan, who seemed troubled, Allastad knew Ratigans master,Lord Roustan, and how Ratigan admired him. Ratigan had been troubled by an illness that plagued his former master, He put a hand on Ratigans shoulder "How is he doing?"

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The fears for his master's health weighed heavily on Ratigan, but he knew his friend was trustworthy enough to keep such things secret- they were both senior knights of the order, after all.

"His sickness causes him to spout babbage and popery at all hours. His aides get little rest for his shouting warnings. This is the man who once said 'everything can die, you just need find the right tool for the works of god' it is truly a sadness to see one so great fall so far. But enough of this. Gromley and Richard will have our horses ready, we must avoid night-riding, no friends wait for us once the sun sets."

 

He set off for the stables, watching initiates and hearing the hushed whispers that always greeted one of his rank. Gromley had his horse prepared already, and had been to the smith to sharpen the sword and axe. Ratigan patted his mighty steed with his fingerless gloved hand. The old horse had carried him into battle for six years, and was a heavy destrier of nineteen hands, ivory white coated and stronger than any bull. The orders knights all rode white great horses, with dark brown ebony barding. The towns folk referred to them as "White Riders" in thier foreign tongue.  Gromley helped him into the saddle while he waited for Gromley himself to mount his smaller horse, a grey palfrey loaded down with bags, sheathed weapons and supplies. 

 

Waiting for Allastad to join him (He was likely scolding Richard for taking too long) He leafed through his bible, reciting scripture for Gromley. The knights (The greatest knights only) Used scripture as code phrases to each other to disguise thier actual meaning. It had been very useful in the past, amongst Saladin's spies. Gromley was still learning it, and Ratigan liked to keep him on his toes.

"And He asked him, "What is thy name?" And he answered, saying, "My name is Legion: for we are many."

Gromley thought for a moment. The gospel of Mark, verse 9 meant... The horde of heretics, soldiers of the a false god.

"Heretics, Ser?"

"Very good. Ask one of me."

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Allastad waited outside the barracks for Richard who as usual was running late. He pulled out his bible and began thumbing through it. After a few minutes passed Richard approached on his smaller steed loaded with bags and sheathed weapons. "And what took you so long this time Richard?" he asked as he peered over his bible. Richard hesitated for a moment and replied "we were low on salves so i went to get some more sir." Allastad knew the actual reason, he could smell the alcohol on Richard. He chose to dismiss it and put his bible away.

 Allastad mounted his white rider and motioned for Richard to follow. He approached the stables to find Ratigan waiting there for them. "Sorry Ratigan, but better late then never. Shall we get started then?"

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"Lets go. If we are discovered by before we reach our destination, our plans will go seriously awry.". They rode out of the main gates, towards the road.

 

*

 

Some hours later, the road was hot and the sand was blowing into their faces. Ratigan had wrapped a cloth around his face, but he saw Gromley had covered his head with a hessian sack, to protect it from the gathering dust. He saw Allastad was faring better than him, as he had once been a missionary in Africa or some other hot place. He had only met Richard recently, so he did not know him, but either way he seemed to be doing about as well as Gromley. They were on an old stretch of road when Ratigan saw figures ahead.

"Gromley, DUCK!"

A black feathered arrow flew at Gromley's head, but he ducked in time. It was followed by more, forcing them to take a new route to the rocky outcrops close by. They reached it, being peppered by arrows from behind cover. Once protected, Ratigan dismounted and asked for his sword.

"Gromley, my sword." 

Gromley unsheathed firedancer and passed it over. Any shimmering metal flashed in the sun, so the Order's swords were dulled to an unassuming grey to prevent shine. Sword in hand, Ratigan gave Gromley orders while Allastad did the same to counter the ambush.

"Gromley, take the western path up through these rocks and find a vantage point to use your crossbow." 

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Allastad rode alongside Ratigan as they made their way up the hot road, having been to Africa by order of their king to help in a crusade Allastad was better equipped to deal with the heat. He covered his nose and mouth with a cloth and rode a little ahead of Ratigan to help avoid any obstacles. A few minutes later Allastad noticed some figures up ahead and heard Ratigan yell at Gromley to duck  as a black feathered arrow flew past him and towards Gromley, who managed to get out of the way in time to avoid it. Allastad motioned to Ratigan to take a route towards the rocky outcrops that were near by as more arrows flew by them. Allastad turned to Richard, "Follow Ratigan and stay down." As Richard followed Ratigan Allastad dismounted his horse and ran up a nearby path leading up the rocks. As Allastad reached the top he looked over where the figures were firing from making sure to stay low and out of site, He could see five of them but there may be more hiding near by. He looked down to Ratigan holding up five fingers and pointing in the direction of the figures.

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Ratigan quickly counted the enemies- There were five, mounted and ready- They seemed to be a raiding party who had likely preyed on travellers heading to Acre by road. He held up five fingers to Allastad, indicating how many were there.

"You take the hooded thug to the left, i'll take the swordsman with the scimitar- Grom, fire at the fat one with the bow and the the one in the turban hidden by the broken cart, and Richard, try and get the attention of the big muscled one with the whip so Allastad can take him down from behind."

 

Ratigan rushed at the scimitar wielder with firedancer, as the bolts from Grom's crossbow swished above his head and thudded into the cart. The scimitar wielder was no fool though, and blocked Ratigan's attack and laughed- his teeth were brown and his breath stank of cloves. Parrying the mans return slash, Ratigan ducked and kicked, missing, but knocking the foe off balance- firedancer cut into him easily but the wound wasnt deep enough to keep him down.

 

Gromley missed with two quarrels and was reloading when he was clipped across the shoulder by the fat raider's well aimed arrow, and he slid back to cover as he saw Richard tackle the fat one to the ground, and Allastad was fighting the hooded thug with metal claws on his hands...

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Richard ran at the fat raider managing to dodge the arrows flying towards him. He tackled the raider to the ground and struggled to hold him down, Allastad aimed an arrow at the fat one and fired. He managed to hit him in the head, killing him. As Allastad reached for another arrow he noticed a hooded thug running up the path towards him with metal claws on his hands. Allastad quickly grabbed an arrow and fired it, hitting the thug in the leg, and slowing him down enough for Allastad to draw his sword. The hooded thug slashed at him repeatedly, but the ebony chainmail protected him from any severe injuries. Allastad did his best to dodge the continuous blows, finally seeing an opening Allastad impailed the thug in the leg with his sword and grabbed him. Allastad held the thug by the arms, holding him in front of himself. "Gromley shoot him!"

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Gromley took the shot, and his wrought iron crossbow bolt thudded into the hooded thug's forehead, killing him. He smiled, but his victory was short lived as an arrow hissed by just in front of his eyes, a fraction of an inch from his death, he turned to run to cover to fire back at the bowman in the turban. To his dismay, his rack of bolts had dropped somewhere...

Ratigan slashed at the scimitar thug, and an expertly placed slice cut his throat, although his head was still attached and blood fountained from his jugular vein all over the sand.

 

Seeing that Richard had tackled the fat raider, the whip user cracked at Gromley and the leather whip wrapped around his neck, dragging him to the floor, giving advantage to the turban wearer to kill him- Ratigan threw his small axe and severe the whip and split the turban wearers skull in the same throw. The whip user drew out a dagger and rushed at Richard, who was just getting up off the ground, spitting sand and painted in the enemy's blood.

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   Allastad dropped the hooded thug on the ground and pulled his sword out of the thugs leg. He put the sword back in its sheath and drew his bow. He looked down at Ratigan as he sliced the scimitar wielders neck, and threw an axe severing the whip that was wrapped around Gromley and killing the turban wearer in the same throw. "nicely done Ratigan," he said to himself before turning his attention to Richard who was just getting up off the ground. He saw the whip user rushing towards Richard, he pulled out an arrow from the quiver, placed it on his bow, and aimed at the thug. Richard stood up and turned around to see a thug running at him with a dagger. He had just pulled out his dagger and prepared to defend himself when an arrow pierced the thugs skull causing him to tumble to the ground dead. He looked up to Allastad and nodded as thanks.

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With the enemy defeated, Ratigan put away his sword and removed his axe from the turban bandit's head.

"Gromley, your bolt rack is on the ground by Richard. Good job by the way. I'm afraid that is just the beginning, though.

He checked the nearest body, the whip user, with Allastad's arrow sticking out of his head. 

Collect the bolts and arrows, we can reuse them if they are unbroken."

The whip user's body had a not on it, the kind sent by bird for stealthy travel- it was written in the expected arabic, but Ratigan could just about read it.

 

"Say's... Northern road... Ambush... Take any valuables... and a little picture of a cross." Said Ratigan, frowning.

"This hooded one's got three of our crosses on him!" said Gromley, ho was happily looting.

"I expect these are the bandits that killed Sir Otto and Sir Rivers... At least we have avenged our fallen brothers. Lets bury them, and be on our way.

Burying the dead was, in Ratigan's eyes, what seperated them from the savages- and the sand yeilded to the shovel easily as they all mucked in to build makeshift graves. After they were buried, taking just fifteen minutes, they were on their wah to Acre once more...

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     Allastad pulled the arrow out of the leg of the hooded thug that laid on the ground next to him, and walked down the path towards Ratigan as he read a note he had found on the whip user. He stood and listened as Ratigan did his best to translate the writing on the note and heard Gromley shout that the hooded one had three of our brothers crosses on him. "I expect these are the bandits that killed Sir Otto and Sir Rivers... At least we have avenged our fallen brothers. Lets bury them, and be on our way." said Ratigan, Allastad looked at him and replied "based on the evidence here i suppose your right Ratigan, but Sir Otto and Rivers were both worthy swordsman I don't think that these thugs alone could bring them down without taking casualties, perhaps there were more that left once the battle was over and left these men behind to clean up the mess...until we arrived that is." He helped Ratigan dig the graves and bury their fallen brothers.

    Once their fallen brothers had been buried, and Ratigan had recited the prayer, Allastad mounted his steed and followed Ratigan and Gromley towards Acre.

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Acre loomed in the distance, loudly.The sound of people at market could be heard long before the city was seen. Ratigan voiced his worries to the group.

"They are aware of our presence, at least two archers have us in sight. As long as we don't do anything to provoke them, we should pass through unscathed."

"Should? they might attack us then?" said Gromley.

"We should be able to get through the city gates by paying the toll."

"There's that 'Should' again..." muttered Gromley.

 

At the gates of Acre, there was a line of carts waiting to get in, while the guard at the front was searching a suspicious cart. The party made their way past the line, and they were stopped. The guard saw they were crusaders, and said probably the only english words he knew.

"Crusader tax"

Ratigan pulled out his pouch of silver, and passed it down with a sweaty hand. The guard threw it back viciously and drew a knife.

"Seems it wasn't enough, I'll hold them off, everyone else get into the city! shouted Ratigan, as three more guards showed up. Ratigan slammed his axe into the first one, and all of the carthorses panicked, and Ratigan hoped his group would be able to get in during the chaos...

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    Allastad followed behind Ratigan as they neared the city, he could hear the sound of people at market. Ratigan had voiced his concerns, They were indeed aware of their presence. The archers stared at them as they grew closer to the city, pulling an arrow from their quivers and placing it in their bows. Allastad looked at Gromley who seemed worried of an attack. "Should? they might attack us then?" said Gromley, "It is certainly a possibility Gromley." said Allastad, still watching the archers as they neared the gate. They arrived at the gates and were stopped by a guard, "Crusader tax" said the guard and Ratigan took his pouch and handed it to the guard. The guard threw the pouch back at Ratigan and drew a knife, Ratigan quickly slammed an axe into his head causing the crowd as well as the carthorses to panic.

   Amist the chaos the archers had lost site of them, "Richard, Gromley, through the gates and into the city with haste!" shouted Allastad as he drew his bow. He pulled an arrow from his quiver and readied his bow, He knew where the archers were and with the people running around it would make a surprise attack easier. He stood up on his horse, over the crowd and fired an arrow hitting an archer between the eyes. He quickly grabbed another arrow, hoping to get the next archer before he was discovered. He fired the arrow at the second archer hitting him in the leg, Allastad reached for another arrow when he was grabbed by a nearby guard and thrown off his horse. Allastad hit the ground, dropping his bow and quickly drew his sword as the guard swung his sword down toward him. Allastad managed to block the attack, seeing an opening he kicked the guard in the leg allowing himself enough time to get up and into a defensive stance.

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Ratigan drew firedancer and slashed at a guard who'd come at him with his own axe. Screaming foreign profanity, the man amateurishly slashed back and forth, and Ratigan ducked, kicked out at his knees and repaid the slashes in kind, plunging his blade into his foes unprotected armpit. Another threw a knife, but missed and almost hit Allastad as he rose from the ground after being tackled off his horse. Ratigan whirled around, making sure his friend hadn't been hit, and satisfied he hadn't, was immediately locked into a duel of swords with a guard with a scarred face.... he hesitated for just a second as a voice boomed out-

"STOP! Enough of this madness! Identify yourselves!" 

The guards dropped their weapons and fell to thier knees at the sight of their captain.

"I am captain Al-Ashad-Mualim. You come here, kill my guards for nothing?" said the captain.

Ratigan regained his composure, and replied.

"We are Sworn brothers of the ebony sun. We come in search of rumoured demonic worship, to put an end to it."

The captain just laughed.

"Ha! I know this! More the fool me for employing criminals as guards, eh? they are paid less and try to rob any, and all. Here is your axe, come, let us drink!"

Ratigan knew refusal would not go down well, so he gestured to Allastad to join them. He has not seen Gromley or Richard... Hopefully, they will be able to play their part, while we are seperated...

 

(OOC: My next post will be all Gromley, so once Allastad is drinking too, You'll need an all Richard post, White.)

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    As Allastad rose from the ground to get into a defensive stance a knife flew by him, just inches from his head, and hit the ground beside him. He saw Ratigan turn around to check on him, he motioned to Ratigan that he was alright and hurried up off the ground lifting his sword into a defensive position and prepairing for a fight when a voice boomed out over the chaos. "STOP! Enough of this madness! Identify yourselves!" Allastad looked over to the gate as the guards dropped their weapons and fell to their knees before who he could only assume must have been the captain. Allastad sheathed his sword and picked up his bow as Ratigan spoke to the captain. "I am captain Al-Ashad-Mualim. You come here, kill my guards for nothing?" Allastad glanced over at Ratigan as he regained his composure and replied "We are Sworn brothers of the ebony sun. We come in search of rumoured demonic worship, to put an end to it." As they spoke Allastad began to wonder what had become of Richard and Gromley, hopefully they had made it through the gates and were having better luck than they were. "Here is your axe, come, let us drink!"

Allastad looked over to Ratigan as the captain handed him his axe and motioned to the gates, Ratian looked over to Allastad and motioned for him to follow. Allastad nodded and followed behind Ratigan.

 

(OOC: Alright.)

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Gromley and Richard took advantage of the fighting and slipped past the gates into the busy Acre market. Smells and colours assaulted his senses within seconds, svelte and dusky ladies beckoned to him from silk curtained brothels and meat sellers were cutting up everything from camel to chickens in full view.

"Richard, we need to make our way to the older districts to meet the contact- he will tell us how to find the heretics we hunt. I'm sure our peers will rejoin us before the fighting begins, and we'll attract less attention than we would accompanied by openly christian knights in a muslim city... Lets go."

 

He passed the crowd, and out on the edge, people were gathering in lesser numbers by a beautifully carved fountain. Gromley stopped there. 

"I doubt any of them speak english... Maybe if i ask? i wish my arabic was better..."

Gromley leaned on the fountain, and someone shouted at him, something in fast arabic.

"What is he... Richard, that boy just cut my money pouch, it had the contact's information on it! After him!"

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     Richard, following Gromley, slipped through the gates amidst the chaos and into the Acre market. "Richard, we need to make our way to the older districts to meet the contact- he will tell us how to find the heretics we hunt. I'm sure our peers will rejoin us before the fighting begins, and we'll attract less attention than we would accompanied by openly christian knights in a muslim city... Lets go." Richard nodded in agreement and followed behind Gromley, who stopped to rest at a fountain where a few of the townsfolk had gathered. As Gromley leaned against the fountain someone began shouting at them in fast arabic, Richard was able to make out the word theif before he was pushed to the ground by a boy running by. "What is he..." Gromley began, soon noticing that his money pouch had been cut and its contents gone. "Richard, that boy just cut my money pouch, it had the contact's information on it! After him!" Richard quickly picked himself up off the ground and ran after the boy through the marketplace. The thief weived in and out of crowds of people trying to lose his persuers. Richard managed to remain close behind the theif but the boy was quick and managed to keep ahead just out of reach. Richard pulled a small throwing dagger from his pouch and threw it, hitting the boy in the leg and causing him to fall to the ground screaming. Richard walked up to the boy and pulled the dagger out of his leg, "Shut up theif and give my friend back what you stole."

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Gromley was trying to catch his breath when he saw Richard had thrown a knife at the thief. Although he was glad to have stopped the thief he was more worried about the ramifications from the already slightly hostile folk of Acre-

"Hey, the people here are upset about us here already, do you think hurting children will be more of a help than a hindrance here?" said Gromley. He then grabbed his money and the paper from the boy, who on closer inspection turned out to be a lad of ten, or thereabouts. The boy, a cutpurse, looked thin and likely starving. Gromley felt sorry for him, even though Richard's throw had been so wide he only clipped the boy on the side of the leg. Gromley gave him a gold coin to stop the wounded child's cries, and watched as he slipped between some nearby iron bars and vanished. "Lets find the place... before... oh.

 

Gromley and Richard had barely travelled twenty yards around the corner when they were confonted by a serious problem- A Templar Knight. The mans great helm shone in the dwindling sunshine as he spoke in ponderously booming tones. Several commonors had also gathered close by, and were radiating a definitive aura of unwelcome. 

"You there! Who injures children, have you no honor?" boomed the man, backed by his growing audience.

"We were retrieing our stolen goods, Ser! The boy is fine, our honor remains untarnished!" shouted back Gromley. Thier mission was a SECRET mission, to be kept even from christians, and this Templar obviously saw himself as a man of justice, however confused.

"Ser? I am Lord Peter Selby, Justiciar of the Order of the Lion! You dare to adress me wrong? identify yourselves or face my heavy morningstar!"

Gromley gulped. he muttered to Richard-

"Make up some names and orders... he must not know of our mission, the puffed up lummox... he then adressed Selby with his quickly thought up alias, hoping Richard would understand and follow his lead.

"S... My Lord! I am William Lamb, a squire in the service of... the order of... the Brass moon! 

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"Hey, the people here are upset about us here already, do you think hurting children will be more of a help than a hindrance here?" said Gromley as he approached. "It only clipped him, there is no serious injury. I was merely trying to slow him down." replied Richard, watching as Gromley retrieved his stolen goods and gave the boy a gold piece, likely feeling sorry for him.  Richard and Gromley continued on their way to find their contact, but they had hardly travelled twenty yards before turning a corner and coming face to face with a templar. "You there! Who injures children, have you no honor?" boomed the templar, "The boy had stolen from us and i was merely trying to slow him down, The boy is fine, my honor remains untarnished." replied Richard, at the same time Gromley also replied with a similar statement. "Ser? I am Lord Peter Selby, Justiciar of the Order of the Lion! You dare to adress me wrong? identify yourselves or face my heavy morningstar!" replied the templar. Gromley turned to Richard "Make up some names and orders... he must not know of our mission" Richard nodded in agreement, gods forbid he does something else to furthur hinder their mission. "stupid theif," he muttered to himself as Gromley stated his alias "S... My Lord! I am William Lamb, a squire in the service of... the order of... the Brass moon!" "And i am John Montegar, a squire in the service of the order of the Brass Moon as well. We were sent here together."

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"The Brass Moon? Sounds proper. But, i'm not letting you pass! You'll have to fight me! Brass Moon! You'd have had a more believable lie if you'd said Brass Donkey! Defend yourselves, you falsemen! shouted Selby, drawing his massive and shining morningstar. He made a rush for Richard, but Gromley tried to trip him. It didn't work, and the vicious spiked morningstar winged him on the hip, drawing blood but saving Richard from a savage death. 

"We have no wish to fight! We really are squires!" shouted Gromley, as Selby recoiled back with such force he scattered the crowd, who ran away screaming in several directions.

 

"We really are squires, MY LORD, you filthy liars! Die!" Selby looked insane as he tried his best to strike again, but he suddenly stopped. There was a knife in the side of his great helm, thrown so hard it made bright sparks, and stunned him but didn't pierce his head inside. He looked up, giving Gromley ample oppurtunity to kick him in the unarmoured groin with a resounding CLANG. 

"Who... dares... strike a templar lord? show thyself or be thrice damned, coward!" Selby half shouted, half muttered through the pain between his thighs. 

"I do. I'll dare to finish it too, templar cur!" came a triumphant shout from the rooftops above. A thin knight in black armour swiftly jumped out of a window and landed gracefully between Richard and Gromley, and Lord Selby. 

"Good day too thee, lads. Hold on while i crush this insect..."

The stranger whipped out a thin blackened dirk and cut Selby's throat beneath his great helm, and above his gorget. 

 

"I wondered what was taking you so long. The whole streets abuzz with talk of someone attacking young boys. Oh, i'm your contact, Al Hashib Alluham, You can call me Blacksting. I'm a Hashhashin, what you would call a killer-for-hire. I was expecting seasoned knights. Where are your masters? come, this is a Hashhashin safehouse, away from prying ears."

He gestured to them and went back in the house he'd just jumped out of the window from.

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Richard entered the safehouse, still surprised from his near death experience, and sat at an oak table big enough for four people. The contact motioned to Gromley to sit at the table as well. "We were separated from our masters at the entrance unfortunately, the incident with the young boy that you heard of was more of a misunderstanding. The boy stole Gromley's coin as well as the information on you sir." Said Richard. "It seems you came just in the nick of time though, a moment longer and we would have been done for. Two squires are no match for a skilled templar." "Right you are ser." replied Al Alluham, "So i hear the two of you are here in search of rumored demonic worship?"

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Gromley stood quietly as the newcomer spoke- He had a soft, comforting voice, one that in Gromley's experience usually laid hand in hand with a vicious knife attack. He had heard of the Hashashim before, trained killers who smoked hallucinogenic weeds to grant great reaction speeds and nullified any sense of pain. As they entered the house, he noticed immediately how there many places to hide in the dark there was, shadowy nooks perfect for stealth. He gulped, and felt sweaty as he swore he saw a shadow move...

 

Finally getting courage to speak, Gromley nodded Al-Hashib's question. He sat down at the table, but looked uneasy, and Al-Hashib saw it, sighed, and spoke not to Gromley and Richard, but to the corner next to a sack of grain.

"Come out, these are friends. Put that knife away, now. Prepare our friends a drink. Oh, and hold the poison, Allim. our last guest left a stain i just could'nt remove" Said Al-Hashib. He clapped his hands, and three assassins emerged from the apparently empty room.

 

"I have everything you need, here, in these scrolls, and secret correspondence between these demon worshippers and the city guard, here in this box. You'll give this to your masters, yes? ALLIM! DRINKS NOW!" He said, making Gromley jump. Allim eventually came out and poured glasses of fragrant orange flower water.

"Will you partake in the mystic herb? It makes my job so much easier. Aziz, hash!" Gromley jumped again, as Aziz brought the smoking pipe....

 

(OOC: With that, lets get back to Ratigan and Allastad)

 

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Ratigan watched as the guard captain became very drunk. He had only a single cup of fortified wine, knowing to keep his wits was wise among possible foes. He had noticed some odd occurrences since being invited in. Sinister faces kept appearing at the windows, a low hum kept him on edge, and the guard captain seemed to be speaking in tongues at one point. Once the man was so drunk he fell off his chair, Ratigan expressed his concerns.

"Allastad, we are in the presence of evil forces, i'm sure you feel it too- Not him personally, but someone in this guardhouse is a practitioner of the darkest arts. I'll begin my search towards the kitchens, you take the battlements to the barracks where your bowmanship will be most useful. Make haste my friend, do not be seen until we find the man who can lead us to this nest of vipers..." Ratigan whispered, to make sure the captain wouldn't wake.

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