From: gryphon4101_at_comcast.net
Date: Thu Sep 11 2003 - 16:52:14 BST
Maerath is at the same time in fear, anger, and hope. Fear that his new
companions, whom he has spent time with over the last few weeks, are in danger
all in part from him. Angry at the guards for their strict demands.
Hope...hope that maybe, while although the circumstances definitely aren't
pleasing, that this may be a link to the puzzle of his past. Then
again...maybe he is being mistaken for someone else and it is another dead end.
Maerath looks around, realizing that his actions may very well determine the
difference between life and death for himself and those around him. He takes
his broadsword, and slowly draws it out to place it down. Before doing so, he
holds the side of the blade and the hilt in both hands.
"I assume that this Rhys Fellblade you are referring to is me. I will submit
myself to your questionings on the condition that these companions you see
with me are not harmed. They have no business with me other than allowing me
to accompany them for some time. If you take us for questioning, I demand you
swear upon the passions of their safety before I will place my sword down
before you."
Maerath keeps an unwavering look about him as he awaits the guards' reply.
> As Temorya begins to take wing the guard yells out clearly and quickly.
> "Halt!" Move any further and the punishment will be more severe. The
> companions of Rhys Fellblade have no sanction here and you all will be
> questioned. Do not think you can sneak back into this city Fellblade.!"
> The guard levels a cooling glare directly at Maerath that would curdle milk.
>
> Your crimes will finally revisit you. Now all of you place your weapons on
> the jetty NOW!"
> ----- Original Message -----
> From: <OnlineGuru_at_gmx.de>
> To: <earthdawn_at_teaparty.net>
> Sent: Thursday, September 11, 2003 5:28 PM
> Subject: Re: Earthdawn PBeM BN 4.5 Diversion.....
>
>
> > Garrott looks about the docks and seeing the approaching guards, the
> > numbers were surely against them and this is one battle that he could
> > not hope to win. Although he could probably disable one or two and take
> > a beating that would leave most men dead, there seemed little point.
> > Turning back to his fellow travellers his eyes sought out Temorya and
> > then flick to the opposie shore.
> > "Sometimes I wish I was a bird and could just fly away." He hoped that
> > the Windling would get his meaning and he turned back to the guards, a
> > soul sucking sense of defeat enveloped him, washing over him.
>
>
> Temorya, flapping around, hearing Garrott's word, just flies off casually,
> if they notice him, he will try to hide. He wants to be out of reach, but
> be
> able to observe his companions. If necessary, he will vanish, but at the
> moment he won't abonden them. At the same time he tries to protect himself
> with
> air armor.
>
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