Post by Admin on Jan 22, 2015 20:53:53 GMT -5
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Across the sleeping town, the second group of men approached the inn that housed the southern ducal family during the summit. They moved like their fellows, relying on the cover of night and the thunderstorm to enter the building. The few lamps left burning were low, sending long shadows throughout the inn that played perfectly into their plan. They muffled their boots in rags, smothering the sounds of steps as they crept past those slumbering in the taproom, though two men thought to ease the door closed. Any means of delaying would-be heroes and presenting them ease of accomplishing their tasks was pursued; nothing could be left to chance.
They mounted the stairs from within and without with slow, deliberate care, waiting until the thunder rolls to advance upwards in case the wood creaked to betray their presences. The men leading each line did not bother with swords or daggers; instead they kept close to the wall as they neared the head of the steps. Hands lifted to stop the other men halfway up as they sank down, slithering upwards in an effort to scout. The Duke was a prudent man, one who would not leave his sleeping family unguarded. Sure enough, there were two men in Deliambre guard standing their duty. They were not sleeping, but behaving like good little toy soldiers on sentry patrol. They moved to keep themselves alert and awake, which made their approaches all the more challenging.
Accepting that some manner of alarm would likely be raised before they could dispatch the guards and then make their moves, the two leaders rushed the sentries. The men reacted swiftly, starting to draw their blades when the attackers did the unexpected, each spinning swiftly to deliver a blow from their foot to the side of their opponent's head. Stunned, the men swayed and began to collapse. Caught by their attackers, the guards were coldly killed with quick, brutal twists to break their necks. Their bodies were dragged to opposite ends of the hall as the remaining eight men surged forward, not waiting further to begin their attacks on the rooms that held their intended targets.
If all went as planned, there would be an inn full of dead Deliambres within minutes...
Antonin Deliambre / Catalina Sandoval / Cesare Deliambre / @callistadeliambre / @lucianadeliambre /@rod
Across the sleeping town, the second group of men approached the inn that housed the southern ducal family during the summit. They moved like their fellows, relying on the cover of night and the thunderstorm to enter the building. The few lamps left burning were low, sending long shadows throughout the inn that played perfectly into their plan. They muffled their boots in rags, smothering the sounds of steps as they crept past those slumbering in the taproom, though two men thought to ease the door closed. Any means of delaying would-be heroes and presenting them ease of accomplishing their tasks was pursued; nothing could be left to chance.
They mounted the stairs from within and without with slow, deliberate care, waiting until the thunder rolls to advance upwards in case the wood creaked to betray their presences. The men leading each line did not bother with swords or daggers; instead they kept close to the wall as they neared the head of the steps. Hands lifted to stop the other men halfway up as they sank down, slithering upwards in an effort to scout. The Duke was a prudent man, one who would not leave his sleeping family unguarded. Sure enough, there were two men in Deliambre guard standing their duty. They were not sleeping, but behaving like good little toy soldiers on sentry patrol. They moved to keep themselves alert and awake, which made their approaches all the more challenging.
Accepting that some manner of alarm would likely be raised before they could dispatch the guards and then make their moves, the two leaders rushed the sentries. The men reacted swiftly, starting to draw their blades when the attackers did the unexpected, each spinning swiftly to deliver a blow from their foot to the side of their opponent's head. Stunned, the men swayed and began to collapse. Caught by their attackers, the guards were coldly killed with quick, brutal twists to break their necks. Their bodies were dragged to opposite ends of the hall as the remaining eight men surged forward, not waiting further to begin their attacks on the rooms that held their intended targets.
If all went as planned, there would be an inn full of dead Deliambres within minutes...
Antonin Deliambre / Catalina Sandoval / Cesare Deliambre / @callistadeliambre / @lucianadeliambre /@rod