Post by Sythe on Dec 30, 2004 22:30:42 GMT
Ic: The moon faintly waned in the sky as the dark figure reached the city wall. With moonlight bathing the area, throwing the guards marching the battlements with tall torches, the dark figure ran to a tree not far from the wall. Curling up beside the tree in the shadow cast by the faint moonlight, the figure watched, and waited.
For nearly an hour the dark figure sat by the tree, watching the movements of the Watch. With a faint flickering, what the figure truly waited for came to pass. Throwing out all the moon light, a large bank of clouds moved in to obscure the white disk in the sky. Reaching a hand up to hold the black tircorner hat with it's large raven feather on it's head, the figure waited for the Watch member walking the section of wall before it to move off. With the armed man heading over towards the gate, the dark figure shot forward.
With near silent footsteps, the figure shot forward, crossing the small distance to the stone wall. Stopping just short of the wall, the figure twirled around and pressed itself against the wall. Holding it's breath, the figure listened intently, trying to hear whether someone had hear him or not. With no noise coming above him, the figure turned to face the wall. After a few minutes of squinting at the interlocking rocks of the wall, the figure reached up.
Grabbing a suitable handhold, the figure quickly squinted in the near-dark cast by the clouded over moon. Grabbing another hand hold, the figure brought his thin soled shoed feet onto the base of the wall. With this the figure began to pull himself up the wall, feeling for handholds in the dark with his nimble fingers.
Heading up the wall, the figure took fifteen minutes to head half-way up the wall, just as he had estimated. With another few hand-holds, the dark figure came upon what it had been aiming for. A dark gargoyle sat half-way up the wall, it's disfigured face snarling outwards at the lands around the city. every few feet along the wall, it's brothers did the same, each one with a different hidious face. Pulling himself onto the gargoyle, the figure braced hismelf against the wall and waited.
Within a few minutes his ears picked up the easily distinguishable noise of the armoured Watch member walking along the stone battlements. A smile creeping along the shadowed mouth of the figure, he waited.For fifteen minutes he sat braced against the wall, waiting. Finally, he was rewarded with the sound of the Watch member heading back to the gate. Letting his mental clock guide him, the figure waited the five minutes it's took for the guard to reach the gate.
Certain that the guard was back to the gates, the figure began to once again pull himself up the wall. Heading up the wall, the dark figure made it to the lip of the wall when he froze. The clanking of armoured feet came from towards the gate. Pushing himself as much as he could against the wall, the figure held his breath and began to pray to the Trickster. Walking along the battlements, the Watch member came grumbling along to one section of the wall, where he had left his club. Picking up the weapon, the Watch member was about to turn, no doubt shedding light on the dark figures hands gripping the lip of the wall.
However at that moment, one of the other Watch called out to the man. The man turned the other way and headed back to the gatehouse. A few minutes later, with the night still and the man gone, a quite sigh came from over the wall. With the quiet rustling of his black cloak, the figure pulled himself over the wall. Crouched almost flat against the flat of the battlements, the figure crawled silently over to the other edge of the wall.
Pressing his back against the other side of the wall, the figure began to unloop the rope around his waist, all the while watching the gate house door and feverantly thanking Ranald for his good Luck. Looping the rope around one of the raised ridges of the battlements, the dark figure grabbed both sides of the rope firmly and pulled himself over the wall. Slowly letting the rope out, the figure backed himself down the wall silently. For five yards he went down like this, until he came to the end of the rope.
Looking around for a movement, staring around the dark alley over which he hung, the dark figure let go of one end of the rope. Falling forward with a fwoomp of his black cloak, the figure tucked into a ball, his rope streaming behind him. At the last moment, the Thief managed to bring his palms out and roll himself forward along the alley ground. (Ooc: Dex check, rolled 30, close call :00c)
Quickly standing up, the figure swivled on his thin soled feet, looking around the alley, still making sure no one saw him. Sure that no one had saw him, the dark figure dusted himself off before coiling the rope in his hand around his waist. Crossing his fingers in one more silent prayer to Ranald, the Thief headed out of the alley.
Stepping onto the cobble stoned streets of the town, the figure lifted the tip of his tricornet hat. The clean shaven face cropped by a long ponytail of brown hair grinned out at the unsuspecting inhabitents of the darkened city.
Tivec Dunn had arrived.
For nearly an hour the dark figure sat by the tree, watching the movements of the Watch. With a faint flickering, what the figure truly waited for came to pass. Throwing out all the moon light, a large bank of clouds moved in to obscure the white disk in the sky. Reaching a hand up to hold the black tircorner hat with it's large raven feather on it's head, the figure waited for the Watch member walking the section of wall before it to move off. With the armed man heading over towards the gate, the dark figure shot forward.
With near silent footsteps, the figure shot forward, crossing the small distance to the stone wall. Stopping just short of the wall, the figure twirled around and pressed itself against the wall. Holding it's breath, the figure listened intently, trying to hear whether someone had hear him or not. With no noise coming above him, the figure turned to face the wall. After a few minutes of squinting at the interlocking rocks of the wall, the figure reached up.
Grabbing a suitable handhold, the figure quickly squinted in the near-dark cast by the clouded over moon. Grabbing another hand hold, the figure brought his thin soled shoed feet onto the base of the wall. With this the figure began to pull himself up the wall, feeling for handholds in the dark with his nimble fingers.
Heading up the wall, the figure took fifteen minutes to head half-way up the wall, just as he had estimated. With another few hand-holds, the dark figure came upon what it had been aiming for. A dark gargoyle sat half-way up the wall, it's disfigured face snarling outwards at the lands around the city. every few feet along the wall, it's brothers did the same, each one with a different hidious face. Pulling himself onto the gargoyle, the figure braced hismelf against the wall and waited.
Within a few minutes his ears picked up the easily distinguishable noise of the armoured Watch member walking along the stone battlements. A smile creeping along the shadowed mouth of the figure, he waited.For fifteen minutes he sat braced against the wall, waiting. Finally, he was rewarded with the sound of the Watch member heading back to the gate. Letting his mental clock guide him, the figure waited the five minutes it's took for the guard to reach the gate.
Certain that the guard was back to the gates, the figure began to once again pull himself up the wall. Heading up the wall, the dark figure made it to the lip of the wall when he froze. The clanking of armoured feet came from towards the gate. Pushing himself as much as he could against the wall, the figure held his breath and began to pray to the Trickster. Walking along the battlements, the Watch member came grumbling along to one section of the wall, where he had left his club. Picking up the weapon, the Watch member was about to turn, no doubt shedding light on the dark figures hands gripping the lip of the wall.
However at that moment, one of the other Watch called out to the man. The man turned the other way and headed back to the gatehouse. A few minutes later, with the night still and the man gone, a quite sigh came from over the wall. With the quiet rustling of his black cloak, the figure pulled himself over the wall. Crouched almost flat against the flat of the battlements, the figure crawled silently over to the other edge of the wall.
Pressing his back against the other side of the wall, the figure began to unloop the rope around his waist, all the while watching the gate house door and feverantly thanking Ranald for his good Luck. Looping the rope around one of the raised ridges of the battlements, the dark figure grabbed both sides of the rope firmly and pulled himself over the wall. Slowly letting the rope out, the figure backed himself down the wall silently. For five yards he went down like this, until he came to the end of the rope.
Looking around for a movement, staring around the dark alley over which he hung, the dark figure let go of one end of the rope. Falling forward with a fwoomp of his black cloak, the figure tucked into a ball, his rope streaming behind him. At the last moment, the Thief managed to bring his palms out and roll himself forward along the alley ground. (Ooc: Dex check, rolled 30, close call :00c)
Quickly standing up, the figure swivled on his thin soled feet, looking around the alley, still making sure no one saw him. Sure that no one had saw him, the dark figure dusted himself off before coiling the rope in his hand around his waist. Crossing his fingers in one more silent prayer to Ranald, the Thief headed out of the alley.
Stepping onto the cobble stoned streets of the town, the figure lifted the tip of his tricornet hat. The clean shaven face cropped by a long ponytail of brown hair grinned out at the unsuspecting inhabitents of the darkened city.
Tivec Dunn had arrived.