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PostSubject: The Legends of Fife-A Raven of a Different Name   Thu Feb 23, 2012 8:06 pm

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Raven smiled under his linen hood. “Who am I?” Raven crossed his arms, and sent a white hand into the hood. His thumb and finger caressed his chin. It looked as if the darkness under the hood had swallowed his hand whole. “Who am I? Why you know who I am, Arithas,” Raven liked the look of the boy’s face when he spoke his name. The surprising shock, Raven knew everything about everyone. He had his whisperers. He had no lack of coin. Then he also watched, day and night he would watch everyone.

“You know me Arithas, from fairy tales I’m sure,” He kept his hand on his chin, his wicked grin twitching. “I am the Lord Hermit. The Crow’s Eyes, The Whispering Shadow, The Bastard O’ Black, The Raven,” he laughed as he recited his infamous titles. He did not mention, traitor, blood-drinker, kinslayer, kin-fucker, prince-killer, knight-slayer, dragon’s bane, raper, scrooge of The Whores, and all the other ones. Most of those were lost in history, under a different name.


200 Years Ago...

Chapter 1: Under a Different Name



The winter night was bitter. He walked along the town road as the wind howled and shifted. Winter on the Main Island of the Whores was unforgiving. This whore would not warm your bed to be sure.

He walked, tempted to stop and seek shelter, but the Commander would have his hide. Ice pellets smacked into his eyes and so he had to squint, but they still found their marks. His nose, even covered, was burning with complaint. Finally he reached the barracks. He went inside. The other boys were snoring in their cots and the Commander was most likely dead to the word in a mead-induced coma.

No one has noticed my leave.

He shifted his eyes in the darkness. A soft murmur rose and fell, most likely a dream in the night. He continued to his cot where he slept like he had never slept before.



The next day was training. They would all go out on the grounds and pick up their wooden shields and swords. He fought like a demon, and everyone hated him for it. He never lost, but for some reason he never gained the respect of the Master of Arms. His name was Calten.

"RICK!" Calten shouted. "Are you resting boy?"

Rick grimaced and shook his head. He turned to his partner and began fighting again. He was all dead set on fighting for the Kingdom, but now it was looking as bleak as the winter. Just then a raven cawed above him and looked up. I wish to fly. He thought, and then he knew he had done wrong. He looked downwards but couldn't help the blow that landed across his temple.

It took a little while longer than expected, but he finally beat his opponent...

Later that night he would leave again, he couldn't wait.


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PostSubject: Re: The Legends of Fife-A Raven of a Different Name   Fri Feb 24, 2012 2:03 pm

Allan put down the final crate in the warehouse and sat down with his back to it. He had spent hours unloading carts for a local trader who had gotten in a large shipment and needed to rest for a few seconds before he went to collect his pay. After catching his breath, he got up and stretched his back and went to pick up the bag he had put in a corner as he stared work today. He reached inside and got out a piece of beef jerky and started to chew it as he slung his bag over his shoulder and made his way towards the workman who was paying of the teamsters. "The last crate is in place sir." He said, and the workman looked up from his paperwork. "Splendid Allan, splendid, I have your stuff right here" The workman replied and retrieved a small box and a purse of coins from a saddlebag. He handed Allan the coin purse, which he put in his vests inner pocket, the workman then handed him the small crate. "You are a strange one Allan, are you sure you wouldn't just want your full pay instead of expanding you collection?" Allan let out a audible shrug and started rearranging the items in his bag to get the box to fit into it as he replied "I live on my own Hal, what would I spend the money on if not my collection?" At this, the workman named Hal laughed. "You could frequent the tavern a bit more and save what is left in case you meet a pretty girl someday or just so you wouldn't have to work so much." "Well I could" Allan replied, then grinned "But then what would I spend my time on?" Having finished fitting the box into his bag, Allan got up and patted his long-time friend on the back. "I'd wish to say here and chat, but I'm supposed to be helping old Jenkins fixing his outhouse in an hour, so I'd like to leave now so I have time to get this little baby safely home first." Allan said and shook the bag slightly at the last. "Take care Hal, I'll try to get by the tavern for a drink tonight." "I'd like that Allan, it's been too long. Take care"
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PostSubject: Re: The Legends of Fife-A Raven of a Different Name   Sat Feb 25, 2012 6:03 pm

The first thing Mark became aware of was the drip drip sound of droplets of water hitting the cave floor. His eyelids fluttered as he woke up, squinting at the morning sunlight that streamed in through the entrance, finally letting out a small groan as he tried to move. His body was cold and stiff from a night spent curled up in a ball on the stony surface, with nothing but a thin blanket to cover him. He gradually began to stretch his sore muscles as he unclenched from his position, shivering as he realised how cold he was. He inhaled deeply, his breath misting in the crisp morning air, as with a trembling hand, he reached out towards where a collection of dry sticks and branches was piled up in the centre of the space.

A fire instantly sprang to life amongst the timber, and he slowly edged his way towards it, bringing his knees up to his chest as he sought to warm his bones and rub the sleep from his eyes.

Three days, he thought warily. Three days, that’s how long he'd spent camped on the hill overlooking the town, too afraid to go in. After an endless period of being on the run, meandering through the wilderness, looking for some kind of settlement, he had finally found one, only to be too scared to actually approach it, but at the same time reluctant to actually leave. So instead he had just stayed there, undecided. The cave, if you could call it that, for it was little more than a concealed gap under an overhang of rocks that protected him from the ice and hail that stormed during the night, had served him as his camp whilst he figured out what to do. So far he'd avoided detection, but he knew that the longer he stayed, the more chance there was of being discovered.

He needed supplies, that much was clear. Hunting had sustained him thus far, but in the last two days he'd caught nothing. The meagre amount of coin he had with him was probably enough to buy him what he needed, but the question was, was it worth the risk?

The problem, he thought, is that in close-knit, isolated communities like this, travellers are bound to attract attention. What if they somehow work out what I am? The town had a large barracks, which he'd seen, and he knew it would end badly for him if he was caught. I could always try and sneak in at night and see if I can steal what I need. He didn't like the idea of stealing, but it was definitely something he was willing to consider. In fact, the more he thought about it, he more it appealed to him. He had to make a decision either way, and if he was caught then, he was confident his ability would allow him to make an escape into the night.

Stealing it is. He thought, getting to his feet and heading to the cave entrance, relieved at having finally decided on a course of action. He would go and check on the snares he had set the previous day, in the small chance that he might have a meal before his little expedition, then he would wait for night to fall.

As he left, he extinguished the fire with a flick of his wrist.
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PostSubject: Re: The Legends of Fife-A Raven of a Different Name   Sat Feb 25, 2012 7:37 pm

Rick left under the blanket of darkness. The snow had stopped but it was still frigid. He took comfort in the cold sometimes, and tonight was a comfortable night. Not many were out, but he still hid in the shadows-it was a game. He often snuck up on the most keen of animals, finding out a while back that cats were the hardest to sneak up upon. Now it was no problem pouncing on a tabby. He normally would pull his cloak tight around his face and silently inch close to them. When they would look, he would blend into his surrounds (out of constant practice) and dissapear. He loved this game.

Tonight though was a night for drinking. He was a bit young but no one asked questions, as long as they didn't know he was a fresh recruit (the Commander would have his hide). Once a week he would fill his belly with liqour and relish in the burning warmth. He went to the Seawinter Inn, his favorite...everyone kept to themselves.

When he arrived at the Inn something caught his eye. It was Long-Fang (a cat he named-a stray that wandered the town at night) the only cat that had always caught him sneaking. Not tonight Long-Fang. A smile blossomed on Rick's face as he sunk into the shadows.
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PostSubject: Re: The Legends of Fife-A Raven of a Different Name   Sun Feb 26, 2012 2:27 pm

"So, what do you think? Is it possible?"

"Maybe. But I still don't feel like we should be doing this."

"Hey, you know why we're here in the first place! And you did say you approved earlier."

"Yes but... Hmm. Fine. I'll do it. Though I'm doing this only for you and the others."

"That's what we all like to hear Adil," she said.


That conversation was an hour or two ago. Now, Adil found himself sitting on the small brick wall which closed off the area in which horse carts would crawl to a stop. His intelligent, hazel eyes watched as a man unloaded supplies off one such cart and carried it through the back entrance of the store.

It was achingly cold. Adil was wearing clothes normally put on for mild temperatures, not this frosty chill. He smiled, kidding himself that perhaps one day he'd be able to buy warmer and more comfortable clothes.

Now's the time. Here we go.

Hopping off the wall, Adil darted silently to the front of the cart tugging his shoulder bag back in place. Tracing the curves of muscle in the horse's neck, he tried to keep it's light snorting at his presence to a barely audible level. Peering from the front of the horse, his eyes flicked between the two men discussing the price of the goods. The store owner had left his domain unguarded, no one was inside.

With long, hurried strides Adil walked in and grabbed anything that he needed. Cold fruit and vegetables, small cans of fish and some loafs of bread all dived happily into Adil's shoulderbag, his hands arranging their meeting with hasty throws.

"Glad that we've settled a price. You'll be coming in again tomorrow to get..."

Adil didn't need to hear the rest. Closing his shoulderbag with a pin firmly, he started to hobble his way to the front entrance of the store with the weight of the bag pulling his shoulder down. The bearded owner waltzed around the corner, his eyes widening for a moment in surprise. Then his eyelids tightened to the angry glare Adil knew too well.

"What do you think you're doing you little rat? Come back here!" The man shouted with a disgusted tone in his voice, his legs moving quicker into a jog and then to a sprint. Almost shouting in alarm, Adil kicked the front door open and rushed out, his bag swinging gracefully as he broke off to the left. Shifting the bag in front of him, he held it's bulgy bottom with two hands as his legs powered Adil onward. The store owner hurled all manners of colorful words at Adil as the boy leaped on top of some stacked crates and threw himself on a small rooftop. Rolling back on his feet with his arms severely preoccupied by the bag, he turned around to mouth an apology at the store owner, frozen behind the crates which the thief had so easily climbed.

Throwing his feet out in front of him, Adil grunted as both of his buttocks fell on the slippery rooftop, his legs straight out in front of him to land in the alley below. He couldn't be caught now, the man would have to go all the way around three whole buildings to get to the same alley Adil had dropped into after only ten yards. Leaning forward, Adil rolled on his shoulders at his feet connected to the ground in order to disperse the force forward rather than through his ankles. He couldn't afford to break his ankles in this exceptionally difficult time.

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There is this strange and abandoned building which exists within Seawinter. Constructed just inside the protection of the wall, this building is incredibly old and crumbled from destructive fights between thieves and guards. These fights were centered around one thing; for the thieves, it was the expensive alcohol that this building once held. For the guards, it was just keeping such alcohol out of the hands of people who couldn't afford it. All it took was a flaming torch thrown from the hand of a thief to light up the entire batch of alcohol. The building went through a number of explosions in it's womb, every single bottle kicking out with fire as the flames spread. With all that money lost in a single, reckless fire, it looked pointless to reconstruct the poor building.

But it isn't as void of life as people might believe. There is a rumor that another group of thieves live in the underground storage area of the building, feeding off any scraps they find in the town and carrying any stolen goods to this building. The guards, however, weren't able to access the underground area. The only passage had been closed off by charred rubble. It was impossible for people to be living down there.

And yet here we are, living. In the flickering light of a fire on the walls, a shadow of a girl sitting danced with the shadows of small children running around in a playful manner around a fire. She watched over them for almost all of the day. Children left on the streets of Seawinter to quietly die off, with no aid from anyone passing by them everyday as they starved. This was the place they were all taken to by two people: This particular girl with dark brown hair and a rugged looking thief with cheap clothes. The children were taken to this abandoned building and cared for, despite the trouble the pair on the cusp of adulthood were facing themselves.

Autumn turned her head around at the sound of footsteps above the passage. The skittering feet of the children slowed to a halt as they stopped chasing each other, nervously looking at Autumn as they too noticed the sound. The beautiful sound of knife sliding along leather echoed quietly as Autumn unsheathed her knife, standing up cautiously to tiptoe towards the passage rising out of the side of her home. The knife's hilt danced along her fingers as she fiddled with it, it's pointy tip vibrating in the air as it's spinning stopped abruptly, Autumn's fingers clenching the weapon. Children instinctively backed away into the darkness as one of them kicked the fire to death, awaiting the intruder to meet Autumn's blade.

The steady sound of feet finding footholds in the earth became louder as a person climbed down the narrow passage. This person's legs suddenly appeared into Autumn's line of sight, the young woman rushing forward with her knife in the air and soaring downwards to strike- The knife stopped. Clasping the fingers Autumn used to hold her knife, Adil's hand gently pushed her hand down. "You're late you idiot," she hissed at him, pretending to be annoyed rather than relieved it was just her friend.

"Why don't you try running away from fully grown guards with a bag full of food, hmm?" His suggestion was followed by a cheerful grin as children sprang out from the darkness and came laughing towards his bag. "I didn't bring anything new today unfortunately. Remember to share now, you know how it goes," he said as he set his bag down. Turning to Autumn, he gave her a hug and muttered. "What a warm welcome Autumn, thank you."

"Strange, you don't stink this time."

"Mmm, getting even warmer already! Yeah, my blood was kinda freezing, I didn't heat up enough to make me sweat. Though I might if you don't stop giving me such a warm greeting and tell me why you're so not angry?" Adil smirked as he pulled his head back from her shoulder, meeting the sharp and dangerous look in her eyes with his innocent stare. Holding the moment, Autumn's cold face broke into an irresistible smile as she tried to suppress the laughter rising up from her chest. "That's better. Now, let's eat shall we?"

You idiot, Autumn thought, still trying to lock away her happy emotions as she watched her partner in crime set himself down by the wall. Somehow, he always knew how to bring out the good in people's hearts and make them welcome it.

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PostSubject: Re: The Legends of Fife-A Raven of a Different Name   Sun Feb 26, 2012 3:43 pm

Allan entered the tavern to find Hal already seated by the bar. Allan walked up and sat down next to him and ordered a ale form the barkeep before turning to his friend. "Sorry I'm a bit late, the old man had more tasks for me than I though." Hal answered "Well, you aren't that late, I got held at work, so I just got here." Allan lifted his tankard and proclaimed a toast "To unforeseen obstacles." Hal lifted his tankard and responded "To unforeseen obstacles." After bumping their mugs together for their toast they both emptied their tankards right down, Hal put his mug down right before Allan. "Looks like this round is on you this time Allan." Allan jokingly feigned anger "Your mug was half-full you bloody cheater." Then he shrugged, as if in resignation and put the money on the counter. "But I guess I should pay this one, would be unfair to make you pay EVERY drink after all." Hal laughed and patted his friend on the back. "Or maybe I SHOULD pay them so you can afford food, you scarecrow. Don't you ever eat?" Allan poked at his friends belly "Do you ever stop?" Hal laughed "You looking for a brawl?". At this point The barkeep, a man bigger than both of the friends grabbed their shoulders from behind "Oh no, you two are NOT breaking my counter again, take it outside." With theirs he half dragged the two friends to the door and shoved them outside "and if either of you are bleeding when you are done, I am not letting either one of you back in." Allan smiled as he got to his feet again "Well, now that we ARE outside, why not?"
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PostSubject: Re: The Legends of Fife-A Raven of a Different Name   Mon Feb 27, 2012 11:17 am

Rick fell to the ground where Long-Fang was moments earlier. Snow shot up like dust all around his body. Long-Fang was sitting a few feet from him and glancing at him out of the corner of his eye (which was more like a slit). Rick cursed to himself and got up on his haunches. What is that? 47 to 0? He smiled, he couldn't help it. Tonight was actually the closest he had gotten to the animal. He stood up straight, but Long-Fang didn't budge. He never did, just watched him because he knew he was faster.

Rick slowly walked to the building, and dissapeared. Then there was silence. The cat continued to stare where Rick had gone. Its tail twitched back and forth. Then Rick came from behind.

In a blur, the cat was gone and he was face down in the snow...again. He was laughing when he stood back up, but stopped when he heard a commotion. The noises were coming from the Seawinter Inn, downstairs where the tavern was. He crouched knowing he needed cover, but in time he found it takes time sometimes. Three men appeared, one extremely large holding the other two. Then he released them both and went back inside, speaking about if either are bleeding. Rick couldn't hear the rest, his hearing wasn't as good as, well, a cat. Then one of the men looked his way. Rick moved fast and prayed that the man didn't see him when he glanced over. He mingled with the shadows and eventually found the roof, inching closer to where they were so he could hear them better.
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PostSubject: Re: The Legends of Fife-A Raven of a Different Name   Mon Feb 27, 2012 12:00 pm

Allan was about to engage Hal when he held up one hand, pointing with the other as he spoke "I think I saw something moving over there." Allan looked where he pointed, but saw nothing "You are just making excuses so you won't get your ass handed to you." Hal laughed "You haven't beaten me that many times yet Allan." Allan crouched a bit and readied himself "Shall we begin? Hal cracked his knuckles and his neck "I wouldn't be a gentleman if I didn't let the ladies and children go first." Allan leapt forward, and ducked under a right hook and had to bring up his hands to not take a knee to the face. As Allan backed up a bit Hal laughed "Then again, I am no gentleman.".

Allan laughed at Hal's smart feint "Indeed you are not Hal, but that clever trick is the closes you are going to get today." Allan ran forward, ducking under another blow, this time, no kick came, but a low punch. Allan was already out of the way and had one of Hal's legs in a lock grip, and sent him to his back. But before he could move on to make Hal yield, Hal twisted his body in a lying spin kick, Allan backed up and allowed Hal to get to his feet. The larger man didn't hesitate, and charged Allan. Before Allan could sidestep, Hal's shoulder connected to his body, lifting him off the ground. Allan grabbed onto both of Hal's shoulder and twisted just as he put his foot between Hal's legs. This sent Hal's down, with Allan landing on top of him. And before Hal could react, Allan held his thumb softly at his windpipe. "You loose again." Allan got of Hal and held out his hand to help him up Hal. Hall took the hand and got up laughing "Just because you pull that weapons crap, if I had charged you like that with a sword in hand you would have been impaled big time." Allan laughed with him and started for the tavern again "And I would have killed you instead of knocking you over, I won fair and square and you know it HAl, this rounds on you." Allan said, a wide grin on his face. Hal chuckled, as he tried to look insulted "At least I have the grace not to look so smug when I win." Allan lay his arm around his friends shoulder and chuckled, trying his best to sound didactic as he answered to the complaint "That's just because you never win."
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PostSubject: Re: The Legends of Fife-A Raven of a Different Name   Wed Feb 29, 2012 8:21 pm

(Sorry if this is rambles on for way more than it should and is a little far fetched. I'm verrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrry tired.)

Mark scowled. the expression invisible save for the creases around his piercing green eyes due to the cowl he held wrapped around his face. The night air was cold and bitter, and he was still hungry, for his traps hadn't yielded anything that day. I must be a pretty poor hunter, he thought sullenly, pulling his clothes tighter around him against the chill as he manoeuvred his way towards the town, its ramshackle buildings lit up by the lights of passing sentries. His clothes hadn't been brown originally, but the muddy wastes had taken their toll on the garments, for which he was now thankful, as they helped him blend into the night as he approached the town. He darted from one piece of cover to the next, keeping as far away from the road as possible. There was no wall surrounding the perimeter of the town, and as soon as the nearest watchman was out of sight, he made a silent dash for the gap between two houses, where he waited for a few minutes, panting.

In this way he worked towards the wall surrounding the center of the city. Scurrying from one alley to the next, his ears straining for the sound of padding feet or any other sound that might give him away. He spared the buildings that he passed no more than the briefest of glances, knowing all the shops and stores would be clustered around the inner part of the town.

He let out a curse as he finally reached the wall, getting more and more edgy as he tried to think quickly. He could scale it, of that he was sure. It was only composed of wooden stakes after all, but with his bag and gear it would be difficult, and the risk of being seen was too high. Instead, he back tracked a bit and turned right, starting to head around until he reached an opening. Cautiously peering around the porch of a house, he discovered to his dismay two soldiers standing guard either side of the aperture, each clutching a torch, which they held close for warmth for defence against the cold. Mark bit his tongue as he tried to consider how to grapple with his new problem. An outlandish solution appealed to him. He knew it was folly to even attempt, but logic said it would work, and if it didn't......he could always improvise.

The soldiers remained idle at their posts, grumbling into the night air and stamping their feet. One said something inaudible to the other, which drew an amused response, and then suddenly, as if by a sudden gust of wind and with the sound of a cork coming out of a bottle, both their torches went out, and started issuing copious amounts of billowing black smoke instead. The men staggered around horribly, waving their arms around as they sought to clear the smog, as Mark ran full tilt at them across the road. When he was only a few feet away from them, and it looked as if they might be about to recover, the torches suddenly roared to life again, extracting exclamations of pain and surprise, even causing one of the two to fall over. In all the noise, Mark passed unnoticed between the blinded men.

He stopped in some nearby shadows to observe the sentries as they gradually picked themselves up, and to his relief, resumed their post, albeit after a long period of bickering and swearing. Once they had calmed, he turned to explore the better part of the town, paying a bit more attention now that he was satisfied the hardest bit was behind him.

Houses and shops seemed to intermingle freely, and there was no pattern or layout that he could discern amongst the buildings, though he was careful to avoid the tavern, brightly lit from the inside and from which drunken revellers would occasionally emerge shouting boisterously into the night.

once he had a decent idea of the layout of the area, he approached a likely looking shop, peering in through the dark windows to see if there were any signs of movement inside. To his surprise, there was. He immediately dropped from the sill to all fours as he noticed a dark figure moving around inside, the sound of frenzied packing reaching him through the walls.

What’s this? another thief like me?

He thoughts were punctured by the creaking sound of a door, followed by a indecipherable bellow of rage. Mark quickly span round as he heard the front door slam open and the figure he had seen burst out, fleeing the presumed store owner, who chased him onto a nearby roof, before showering the youth with insults, reminding Mark strangely of a dog barking at a cat sitting up a tree. Before long the youth had slipped out of sight and the store owner had turned round, running back towards where Mark knew the gap in the wall lay. He had left the door to his store wide open.

Mark scoffed. Well that was easy. Thank you friend. he thought, chuckling as he crossed the threshold. His predecessor had left quite a mess, so hopefully the man wouldn't notice that he'd been burgled twice. Mark eagerly plundered the shelves, shunning the fresh produce in favour of more long lasting supplies, like salted meats, though he did take a grateful bite out of an apple as he passed by. Nothing had ever tasted as good.

Just as his pack was beginning to get comfortably heavy, he heard the sound of voices approaching in the distance, and quietly slipped out through the back door. Peering around the side of the building, he could see the store owner gesticulating wildly as he led one of the two soldiers Mark had evaded earlier towards his premises, who looked sullen.

Mark allowed himself a moment of amusement and another bite of apple as he started slipping back through the buildings, trying to put some distance between himself and the store. So far he'd been lucky he hadn't run into anyone, and the idea of sneaking out perturbed him far more than that of sneaking in.

I need a place to crash till morning. Someone entering the town might draw attention, but surely not someone leaving it? It was a chance he would have to take in any case. He knew where he could hide out at least. He had spotted a rundown looking warehouse when scouting out the area. Nobody would bother him there. He altered his path to head in its direction, and was about to cross the street when a brawl erupted between two men outside the tavern, which was in the way, forcing him to duck in the alley and wait for the encounter to finish before proceeding.
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PostSubject: Re: The Legends of Fife-A Raven of a Different Name   Thu Mar 01, 2012 12:38 pm

The two men began to fight as Rick leaned over the porch roof and down to watch. They wrestled around until the man named Allan pinned the other man. It was fun to watch, and Rick was tense with anticipation. They began to walk in. Rick sat back and was lost in thought for a moment. He began to think about the time before he went into the King's military. He lived in a town not far from here, and he was free then. He could have a fighting match with the other boys, laugh with them, and go on sprawling adventures with them. It was warmer there (but still frigid) and during the summer they would swim for hours.

This place was hell. It was never warm and he had no friends. His brothers were left behind in a town slowly escaping his memories. Now he slept with strangers, ugly boys and mean men. After thinking on all this he became uncomfortable. His skin itched and he had to get down from this roof. He had to do something to get this off his mind.

He stood up (almost too quickly, seeing black spots flying) and with nimble grace jumped, turned and grabbed the roof with his hands. All this silent as the snow. He smiled, proud of himself but then had a twang of the I'm-being-watched feeling. He slowly looked to his left to see a man staring straight at him. A man that had just come out of an alley-way. Rick didn't know why, but he felt guilty, as if someone caught him in the act. This man did that in a sense, but it was something else. Rick diverted his gaze as he let himself fall. He threw up his cloak's hood and walked inside the Tavern as quick as he could, without throwing around any suspicion.

Inside it was warm and pleasant. He wanted to take off his hood and relax but simply sat in his usual spot. He didn't look up at the bartender, but the bartender new what he wanted.

So he drank and relaxed in it. The burning worms of liqour crawled in his insides and he smiled.
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PostSubject: Re: The Legends of Fife-A Raven of a Different Name   Thu Mar 01, 2012 6:43 pm

"Come on then. It's confession time. Who are you, really?"

"I told you, Aut-"

Adil snapped his four fingers against his thumb, shutting off Autumn's speech.

"It's called a confession for a reason. Please, I've known you for three months now and I still don't know who you are. And yet I've told you everything about me!"

Autumn looked away from her friend, gazing out at the sea from an isolated rooftop. "It's best that some things aren't known Adil. Though you on the other hand have an interesting lif-"

"Please."

"Sorry, but no. I'm just not going to for goodness sake. I am Autumn and that is all that you need to know!" She shouted at him with an anger she hadn't felt for a while. Looking down at him as she stood up, he looked up at her like a child after being disciplined by a parent. There was no space for her to feel sorry for Adil. She was cold. She was death. She was Autumn.


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Adil flipped a small coin into the air, the clockwork of his mind turning with every flip. He stared out across the fire at Autumn, watching her carefully. He shouldn't have mentioned that night to her.

Flip.

But how could he ensure his own safety, if he didn't even know who he was living with?

Flip.

She must have a reason. Autumn always has a reason for everything.

Flip.

I need to know, sooner or later.


He caught the coin in his hand, closing his fingers firmly around it. Sighing in numbed frustration, he picked up an apple from the bag of food that was next to him. A third of it's original contents had been eaten since Adil brought it in. Now the children were sound asleep on their respective mats, the light from the fire acting as the lighthouse for their dreams.

"Autumn?" He said. There was no response. The young woman continued to stare at the floor, her hand always on her throwing knife. "Autumn. I didn't mean to bring it up again. You have to understand, I only wanted to know who you are." Adil sighed. I'm going no where with this.

Looking at the passage out of the underground area, he turned back to Autumn. "Up for a light walk outside?" He asked craftily. Autumn stood up, still saying no words. She steadily climbed up the passage, not looking back at Adil for a single moment. Sensing his advantage, he hurried hastily after her, squeezing through the passage. He always felt a little adrenaline coming through this area. The sense of mischief that he always had, knowing the stairs to the exact same place had been destroyed in the fire. It was him and Autumn who had dug out this narrow passage into the earth, hiding it with rubble. As Autumn reached the top, she lifted the slab of stone covering the passage. Adil followed suit as Autumn strolled away, out of the ruined warehouse.

They both scaled to the top of the warehouse silently. Adil knew that Autumn could never be as skilled as Adil when it came to passing these tall obstacles. But he would have to deny the existence of the stars themselves to say she wasn't the best knife thrower. She literally never missed; as long as the target was in sight, her knife would pierce it's center. He was amazed at her brain's ability to so accurately calculate trajectories, able to hit things as fast as birds if she concentrated.

"So, feel like tal-" Adil stopped suddenly as Autumn shoved an authorative finger onto his lips.

"Shut up."

Adil widened his eyes. He knew what this meant. Autumn always liked to hear what he said, especially when they were alone. So if she didn't want him to speak... Who was coming?

She scanned the surface of the ground, her long hair swishing lightly in the breeze. Her legs tensed with panic, pushing Adil to the ground behind her. Taking out her throwing knife with a quick tug, Autumn held onto it's tip with a tiger's patience. Straight ahead someone was walking directly towards the warehouse. If they just kept walking straight, they'd be able to find their home if they had enough curiosity to lift the stone slab.

Adil scrambled up from the ground again, pulling her left shoulder back just as she was about to throw. Moving closer behind her, he pressed his lips very close to her ear. "Wait," he said, almost warning her that something bad would happen. In response Autumn froze in the position she was in, throwing knife still poised in the air with her back tensed. Adil's eyes tracked the stranger approaching, slitting slightly as the intruder stopped walking. The intruder stood, as if he had detected a disturbance in his surroundings.

Adil tapped Autumn's shoulder once and then drew a line downward next to where he had tapped. Removing his hand, he backed away slowly. Hesitating against Adil's code, Autumn shook her head as she too moved backward. Turning around to murder Adil with one of her glares, she noticed he'd... Disappeared.

"Evening my friend. Are you lost?" Adil appeared out of the darkness of night, on the same ground as the intruder. His short brown hair was barely visible in this dark, features wonderfully cloaked by the lack of light. This stranger couldn't see Adil. But he could hear him all right.

Autumn growled from the top of the warehouse. Peering of the edge, she readied her knife again just in case this intruder made a move on Adil.

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PostSubject: Re: The Legends of Fife-A Raven of a Different Name   Mon Mar 05, 2012 4:03 pm

Mark watched impatatiently whilst the two men hurled it each other around. He didn't have to wait long though. It was obviously a freindly fight, and soon the pair picked themsevles up and entered the tavern again, laughing heartily. Mark waited a second for the all clear, then stepped out of the alley-way. Someone else have been waiting for the same though, for as his feet left the shadows a figure who had been concealed against the roof so well Mark hadn't noticed him dropped down in front of the tavern. He stared at the figure, frozen in his tracks, even as the figure stared at him, alarm in both their postures. Then the figure straighted, raised his hood and entered the tavern, as though little had happened of consequence. Mark waited for a second more, then crossed the road as fast as he dared.

There another suprise waited for him, for a couple of the Tavern's patrons had passed out in its side alley, and he was forced to pick his way over their slack bodies in order to pass. My luck is running out, he observed. It was only a matter of time before he was caught, he knew. He wondered for a while more, though progress was slow, and for a moment he was afraid he had remembered the way wrong, but soon the derelict warehouse he'd seen earlier rose up before him.

It was an old building. Old and half destroyed. Even by touch he could tell the splintered wood was blackened and burnt. He was confident nobody would bother him here.

He paused near the threshold, frowning, suddenly uneasy. The night air was still, but something felt wrong.....

"Evening my friend. Are you lost?"

Mark froze in place, then slowly rotated in the direction of the sound. A lone figure stood wrapped in the darkness. The words were polite but wary, and the stranger made no move to come closer.

Think! You fool. A spot like this was bound to have its own residents. This was a bad situation to be in. He quickly scanned his surroundings as well as half turning to make sure the way out was still clear. Who knew how many of them there were.

"I'm sorry to intrude..." he began slowly. "I was just looking for a place I might set down for the night, since I have no coin for the Inn. But this place is obviously occupied. I'll not bother you any longer". He took a step backwards. If anything he hoped to disuade them from trying to mug him. It was imperative he avoided any kindof trouble.
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PostSubject: Re: The Legends of Fife-A Raven of a Different Name   Tue Mar 06, 2012 4:30 pm

Adil watched as the stranger engaged in conversation. He couldn't quite see the person's features in the dark, just like the stranger could not see Adil. A breeze ruffled his clothes, sending a chill through his chest which he could not resist shivering from.

"I'm sorry to intrude..." The stranger said slowly, carefully picking his words. "I was just looking fro a place I might set down for the night, since I have no coin for the Inn. But this place is obviously occupied. I'll not bother you any longer". Finishing his explanation, the stranger stepped backwards as if to reinforce the belief he meant no harm.

But that was not enough. Adil already knew what was going to happen, just because of one step.

Snapping his head to the side, he shouted at Autumn lying in wait on the rooftop. "Don't do it!" Adil winced as he heard the knife fly, it's blade tearing through the air with the sound that paper makes upon sliding across skin. He could barely catch the motion of the blade, so he closed his eyes and preyed that Autumn had not actually killed the stranger.

Silence.

Adil opened his eyes slowly. There was no scream full of pain or sobbing as nerves died from the lethal cut. The stranger was still... Standing?

Walking forward still wrapped in darkness, Adil came closer to the stranger. He could see the person quickly trying to release himself from something pinning his leg to the ground. Raising an open hand, Adil spoke. "It's okay, it's okay. Are you hurt? Damn, I'm sorry. She's incredibly trigger happy!" That last part Adil shouted at the warehouse. Coming close to the stranger, he could faintly see the person's feature. Male, though he knew that from the voice already. No blood or injuries. Looking down, Adil noticed the knife had pinned a piece of the person's pants to the ground. The blade still resonated with sound as Adil pulled it out, freeing the stranger.

"Look, she didn't mean it. In fact, I didn't mean to scare you as well. Just... Come with me. The warehouse is occupied, but just by me and her. And a couple of other harmless people. Please, come. No need for words." Adil nodded reassuringly at the stranger, taking in his appearance. Raising an eyebrow after a thorough inspection, Adil beckoned back at the warehouse, walking towards it.

He didn't look back to see if the stranger was following or whether Autumn had come down from the roof. He was too angry with all the trouble Autumn had ever given him and he half expected the stranger to have turned tail and ran. Right now, Adil just wanted to go home.

Pushing the stone slab out of the way, Adil descended through the passage, emerging into the underground area. The children, about six or so, still sat in their mats sleeping despite the murder which could have happened. Waving back at the entrance, though still with his eyes locked forward, he spoke to the stranger he hoped would be there. "There is some food over there in my bag, robbed from a store unfortunately. Sit down, the fire still lives tonight. Also... My name is Adil and the person who almost tried to kill you... Is Autumn."
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PostSubject: Re: The Legends of Fife-A Raven of a Different Name   Sat Mar 10, 2012 3:51 pm

"Don't do it!"

Mark heard the small snick, of something flying through the air. He knew what it meant. But before he move, before he could do much more than widen his eyes in alarm, he felt a soft impact of something by his feet.

He recoiled, his heart pounding in his chest as he tried to bolt, but he stumbled and almost fell.

Something is pinning my leg! he tugged visciously, but the material held so he turned back to the stranger, who was now babbling an apology. It took all of Mark's self restraint to actually listen and to not set him on fire. The stranger approached and Mark tensed, but he merely reached down and pulled the knife from where it had been pinning his pants to the dirt, before looking up and meeting his gaze.

The stranger looked about his age, with hazel eyes and an apologetic expression. He raised a curious eyebrow at Mark's dirt-strewn face but made no comment, before turning away.

"Look, she didn't mean it. In fact, I didn't mean to scare you as well. Just... Come with me. The warehouse is occupied, but just by me and her. And a couple of other harmless people. Please, come. No need for words." He said, moving a stone slab.

other harmless people!? I was nearly killed! he thought hysterically, as he made to leave. He paused however. "Nearly killed..." he repeated under his breath. Taking in how close he had come to being murdered. If they really had meant him harm, they could have struck him down and looted him right there and then no problem.

Oh what the hell. he thought, following the stranger into the passage he'd revealed, from which a light shone. I don't fancy my chances of finding somewhere else to stay anyway.

He descended down the passage, which looked like it had been dug, before emerging into a small underground room. Six children slept soundlessly on floor mats, strays by the looks of them, and Mark suddenly understood why the stranger had offered him Sanctuary.

"There is some food over there in my bag, robbed from a store unfortunately. Sit down, the fire still lives tonight. Also... My name is Adil and the person who almost tried to kill you... Is Autumn."

Mark cautiously sat down by the fire, moving quietly so as to not wake the children. "Thanks. My name is....William, and don't worry, I have my own food." He didn't know why he was covering up his name, but it made him feel more secure, and it was better anyone didn't know. William was his brother's name. Or it least, it had been. Befor-

"Wait, did you say robbed from a store?" he said with sudden realization. "You wouldn't happen to be the one I saw being chased onto a roof by a shop keeper near the tavern would you?"
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