Mythical Assassins discussion

((Go))

Greglin sat on his dorm bed....by far the comfiest in the room now that he had put biscuit crumbs in all the rest. Who would he go out of his way to piss off today he wondered.....

Rivern slipped away to his room. It was dark inside; after all, even though he was half-angel, he was still part vampire, and had sensitive skin. His fangs were aching, and he wished that school would start early so that he could learn about new poisons to kill people with.

The halfling tiptoed nimbly through the dorm corridors using even the smallest vantage point to hide in or behind. The corridor was reasonably clear, apart from a few tired stragglers heading to the diner. Greglin slowed and crept to one door in particular....he checked to see if anyone was around....

Rivern groaned. He was really thirsty, but he couldn't find anyone to pass him a drink!

Outside the door Greglin listened...he could hear a slight movement and a groan. He looked to see if Zali was still with him and giggled inwardly at the mischief he was about to engage them in....

Rivern heard someone outside his door. He could smell a strange mix of blood beyond his the portal. It smelled of green forest and gray stone, but it was blood all the same.

dislocating his wrist painlessly Greglin slipped it under the door frame and up to unlock the room from the inside....

Rivern watched as a gooey substance oozed under the portal and tried to unlock the door. He let is fangs grow.

The lock clicked satisfying and Greglin chuckled, removing and resting his wrist, someone was in for a big surprise !

Rivern stood up quietly, and leaped towards the half-formed goo, fangs, claws, and wings extended.

As Greglin withdrew his hand something smacked against the door from the inside..."Oh, sheesh! Someone's awake!" he grimaced, "and I don't think they are happy...". Greglin grabbed the door handle and attempted to hold the door shut, lest whoever was inside tried to get out. His mind began to race for an avoidance strategy and he shouted "A little help here?" at the top of his voice.....

Zali grabbed the handle beside Greglin, unable to keep an amused smile off her face.

"Told you it would be fun!", the Halfling smiled.

Zali laughed. "I guess you're right," she shrugged.

"When I say go...run like mad back to the diner. We'll lose who or whatever it is in there....", the door gave a massive judder...."I may have gone a little to far with someone here.....".
Greglin balanced himself and ensured Zali looked ready too.
"GO !" he screamed as he flew past her and off down the corridor.....

Zali race after Greglin down the hall, squeezing past a few people who looked over at the commotion.

((back to the diner...))

Rivern heard footsteps outside his door suddenly rush away, accompanied by other footsteps. He followed them, hoping for a bloody fight.

Outside the Diner Greglin, Zali and Rivern headed off towards the dorms once more...

((everyone make it?))

Zali followed Greglin to the dorms.

Rivern entered, close behind.

Greglin signalled that they should press flat against the walls and move as stealthily as possible along the first corridor...

Zali nodded and did what Greglin signaled.

They moved along past two, three, four doors, when suddenly one swung open right next to where they stood. A tall, dark skinned, turban wearing warrior exited and turned away from them - without seeing - heading off to evening prayers. Greglin, in petrified stillness, then wiped a bead of sweat from his own forehead.

Zali let out a soft breath of relief. She waited for Greglin to begin moving again.

Greglin finally led them off the main corridor and into a disused storage space..."We can quietly talk here", he whispered. The walls were lined with piles of boxes, crates, stained cloth and a rolled up carpet. "This isn't IT!", he reassured, seeing the disgust and disappointment on Zali's face.

Zali nodded and sat gingerly on a firm crate. "So why are we here then?" she asked curiously.

Rivern hovered near the door. He was listening for footsteps.

"There are a few things you need to know before we go any further...", stated Greglin gravely.

Zali listened quietly, eyes drifting around the room.

((gtg see you later?))

((yup))

"Right....the thing is.....", stumbled Greglin over the words, "We need the blood of a virgin for the next bit to work...". He looked at Rivern and Zali to try and gage their reactions.

Rivern smiled. "Lovely! Mind if I take some for myself, too?"

'Do you have any?" asked Greglin ....

"Well, since I'm guessing that you are a virgin, then yes, I am currently carrying the blood of a virgin in me." Rivern laughed. "Or maybe Zali's?"

Zali scowled. "Fine. I'll think of it as a blood donation."

((I won't be on for a day))

"Okay..

"Okay...", blushed Greglin, "but now we need a hair from a warlock ..."

".....but it's not allowed to be from his head!", Greglin grimaced .

"Please, elaborate!" Rivern smiled.

"We need a hair from the ass of a warlock!", smiled Greglin.

"From the actual bottom, or a pet donkey?" Rivern asked.

"The scroll I sto...er , ...found wasn't THAT specific", said the halfling screwing up his nose.

"Do you know any warlocks?" asked Greglin to Rivern and Zali.

"Warlocks?" Zali repeated thoughtfully. "Nope. None." She shook her head.

"What about wizards, sorcerers, magicians, fakirs or witch doctors?" tried Greglin.

"Too much thinking," Zali complained. "I don't know. I probably wouldn't remember them unless they did something exciting." She shrugged, "Sorry. I don't know many people."