Post by Damien on Nov 3, 2008 16:35:59 GMT
Damien let his chocolate brown eyes wander over the simple one story house across the street from him. The local Ordernary lived there, the one man who could get Damien closer to Grothier and hopefully closer to better defending the people of Corona.
It's just grabbing his attention without all out attacking the man that worries me.
The pale haired man youth thought as he slipped back into the shadows. The alley he had been standing in had a single two story warehouse, the only in town, on one side and a simple merchant shop on the other. Looking up Damien pressed his back to the warehouse and then darted forward, planting his boots on the merchant's wall he quickly got up about four feet and then grabbed the edge of the roof, hauling himself up onto the simple thatch work store.
Now..it's only about ten feet across the street to that house...
Damien turned to the warehouse and jumped to a second story window and grabbed onto the edge, tucking his body in so his feet planted against the wall. Damien's right hand came up and grabbed the edge of the roof, hauling himself once more onto a roof, only this time the warehouse's. Damien crouched on the tiled roof, designed to retain heat, and carefully picked his way tot he edge of the structure. He glanced over the edge, watching as a few early morning merchants set to work, it was only 4:30 in the morning, Damien wanted to get the jump on the Ordernary in the house.
Stepping back about ten feet Damien braced his legs and then bolted, clearing the ten feet shortly he launched himself off the roof and across the street. He rolled as he landed on the opposite roof, another tiled one that held his weight fine. He made a minimal 'thump' as he landed and quickly rolled up, his right hand coming to rest on the sword at his hip.
Good, no one saw me.
The teen mused as he worked his way tot he back and dropped into the small garden behind the house. The king's men always got such eye pleasing homes. Slipping up to a back door, designed usually for servants, Damien quickly picked the lock and slipped inside, steadying his feet so he didn't make a sound. He locked the door behind him, in case anyone came along, and then slipped into the kitchen of the residence. It was still a bit early, the servants, if the Ordernary had any, wouldn't be in till at least 4:45 or later, after all it was only one man to feed not an army.
Least the man seems to eat well.
Damien mused as he saw several racks of cured meat along one wall. He picked his way through the kitchen and emerged into a small entry, allowing visitors to wait and see the Ordernary in a welcoming environment.
So his office should be...
Damien moved over to the left side of the room and opened a plain looking door. He emerged into a rather plush office and smirked. The Ordernary would no doubt drop by here sometime this morning, now all Damien had to do was wait.
He calmly slipped into a shadow next to a bookcase, vanishing as he pulled his hood up. He would wait for the Ordernary to arrive, then have the meeting he so desperately wanted.
It's just grabbing his attention without all out attacking the man that worries me.
The pale haired man youth thought as he slipped back into the shadows. The alley he had been standing in had a single two story warehouse, the only in town, on one side and a simple merchant shop on the other. Looking up Damien pressed his back to the warehouse and then darted forward, planting his boots on the merchant's wall he quickly got up about four feet and then grabbed the edge of the roof, hauling himself up onto the simple thatch work store.
Now..it's only about ten feet across the street to that house...
Damien turned to the warehouse and jumped to a second story window and grabbed onto the edge, tucking his body in so his feet planted against the wall. Damien's right hand came up and grabbed the edge of the roof, hauling himself once more onto a roof, only this time the warehouse's. Damien crouched on the tiled roof, designed to retain heat, and carefully picked his way tot he edge of the structure. He glanced over the edge, watching as a few early morning merchants set to work, it was only 4:30 in the morning, Damien wanted to get the jump on the Ordernary in the house.
Stepping back about ten feet Damien braced his legs and then bolted, clearing the ten feet shortly he launched himself off the roof and across the street. He rolled as he landed on the opposite roof, another tiled one that held his weight fine. He made a minimal 'thump' as he landed and quickly rolled up, his right hand coming to rest on the sword at his hip.
Good, no one saw me.
The teen mused as he worked his way tot he back and dropped into the small garden behind the house. The king's men always got such eye pleasing homes. Slipping up to a back door, designed usually for servants, Damien quickly picked the lock and slipped inside, steadying his feet so he didn't make a sound. He locked the door behind him, in case anyone came along, and then slipped into the kitchen of the residence. It was still a bit early, the servants, if the Ordernary had any, wouldn't be in till at least 4:45 or later, after all it was only one man to feed not an army.
Least the man seems to eat well.
Damien mused as he saw several racks of cured meat along one wall. He picked his way through the kitchen and emerged into a small entry, allowing visitors to wait and see the Ordernary in a welcoming environment.
So his office should be...
Damien moved over to the left side of the room and opened a plain looking door. He emerged into a rather plush office and smirked. The Ordernary would no doubt drop by here sometime this morning, now all Damien had to do was wait.
He calmly slipped into a shadow next to a bookcase, vanishing as he pulled his hood up. He would wait for the Ordernary to arrive, then have the meeting he so desperately wanted.