Of Stone and Skin (MagicalPen + AndyPanda)
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				Title: <strong>Of Stone and Skin (MagicalPen + AndyPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>30-12-2008, 20:34:33</strong>
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				Dargoth Stoneskin concentrated carefully as he let a single drop of poison drop onto the grove in his blade. He wore leather gloves that had been waterproofed in a special liquid. One mistake and it could mean his death. One drop on his skin and he was done. The poison droplet fell through the air and landed perfectly in the groove, spreading out as it leveled off. He sighed a breathe off relief, carefully sliding the dagger back into its specially crafted sheath. The poison would stay on the blade until he ran it through a foe. Even a simple nick from the blade could kill. It was his last defense and the poison lost its potency once every few weeks. <br><br>He carefully resealed the bottle of poison and placed it back on the shelf. None of his poisons and potions were labeled so anyone breaking into his safe house wouldn't know which was which. Saying they survived the trap he placed on the doors - the house had no windows - and half the other items in the meager room. He moved from safe house to safe house so that no one could get a step on him. You never knew when some one took a contract out on your life, or when some friendly competition with the other <em>dar-shaddur</em> would take on a more deadly aspect. <br><br>The money he had made from the contracts he had fulfilled was enough to buy himself a small duchy, land and title, and live in luxury the rest of his life. But where was the fun in that? He made it well known that if you wanted to get in contact with him for some sort of contract, you had to go to the Inn of the Buxom Barmaid and ask for a bottle of the most expensive wine.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Stone and Skin (MagicalPen + AndyPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adrenafoxxx</strong> on <strong>30-12-2008, 22:35:20</strong>
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				Leona Matush stood in front of the mirror, brushing her hair. Even though it didn't matter how she looked, she still wanted to feel beautiful, which she was. Fair skin, dark hair, and brown eyes confirmed her regal background. Stupid parents...they ruined Leona's birthright. True, she was bitter about it. But didn't she deserve to be?<br><br>Her husband, Erik, constantly reminded her how bitter she'd become. He was always happy, unless they were together. Erik was always socializing and being friendly. Then, he'd chastise her for her personality when they were alone. Oh how she hated him, but she was almost done suffering this unpleasantry. Those were the thoughts running through Leona's head as she grabbed her cloak and walked away form her home.<br><br>Making her way across the square, Leona spotted the Buxom Barmaid.&nbsp; She knew it wasn't the safest place to go, but what she would get in return for venturing there was beyond worth it. She heard about this in the marketplace. There was a <em>dar-shaddur</em> that was invincible. He would...or could, rather, kill anyone. This is what Leona was after. She needed him.<br><br>Opening the doors to the Buxom Barmaid nearly blew her away. It was so smoky, and smelled of something rancid. Making her way to the bar, she lowered her head. Leona knew her plans would be foiled if anyone recognized her. She got the attention of the bartender and asked for the most expensive wine, giving a slight wink. Hopefully, the rumors were true. If not, at least she'd have some nice wine.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Stone and Skin (MagicalPen + AndyPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>30-12-2008, 22:48:22</strong>
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				He enjoyed making them come to the Buxom Barmaid. It took the rich and wealthy out of their comfort zone. It made sure they were serious about what they wanted. Death wasn't something he talked about lightly. There were so many prying eyes and ears there too, but with so many people passing in and out of the Buxom Barmaid, the noise covered things up rather well. As she waited, she'd notice that several of the barmaids lived up to their name and were often and roughly groped by the patrons. This seemed to be something that was ok to do, and here and there a barmaid took a patron upstairs to a more private room, returning an hour later, clearly flushed from whatever went on up there.<br><br>Dargoth mingled in amongst the crowd. By all appearances, he was a sailor tonight, fresh off a ship. He even used an accent to match it. A message&nbsp; had come for him and he quickly spotted his quarry. She - the way the cloak hung to her figure spoke much about who was under it - stuck out like a sore thumb. She looked like she was hiding something and was clearly out of her element. <br><br>He moved up beside her, bumping into her as he sat on the stool beside her. "Gimme yer most expensive wine-o there, barkeep." He drawls, slapping a coin down on the table. He mode no motion of recognizing or talking to her. His own face was dirty, like he hadn't bathed in a few weeks and his clothes had a salty crust to them - a simple white tunic, tucked into a belt, followed by leather pants and simple boots. It appeared he carried no weapon save a dagger on his hip.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Stone and Skin (MagicalPen + AndyPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adrenafoxxx</strong> on <strong>03-01-2009, 02:41:03</strong>
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				The widow-to-be fumbled with her forest green dress-skirts as she awaited the <em>dar-shaddur</em>. With idly wandering eyes, Leona noticed the sailor venturing through the pub. There was nothing exceedingly special about him. That is, with the exception of his physique. Leona was never very imaginative, but she thought things about this sailor that married women shouldn't think.<br><br>Once she realized he was coming toward her, Leona averted her attention to a clock hanging behind the bar. Gazing at it quite peculiarly, she hoped he wouldn't notice the stare she'd been giving him. Being a bit of a loner, Leona never quite learned how to deal with awkward social situations. Granted that the confrontation would be with a sailor rather than a fellow housewife, she wasn't certain whether her stakes were lowered or raised. Either way, she was made quite uncomfortable as he bumped into her.<br><br>As she heard him order the finest wine, Leona began to tense up. If he really wanted the wine, he was insane. Sailors drink rum, or at least she had been trained to think so. On the other hand, if he wanted what was to be gained by asking for the wine, he was rather dim. By the looks of him, he could easily take on anyone that caused him an inconvenience. That, and she was there first. <br><br>Before she could control herself, Leona nudged him on the shoulder. There was a fire in her brown eyes that only shadowed the flames she intended to unleash on Mr. Salty Sea Dog. "Excuse me, sir. But you need to wait your turn. I was here quite a while before yourself." Standing, she barely reached his shoulder. Leona then considered that an intimidation tactic was not the smartest...However, she looked him dead in the eye, showing no fear.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Stone and Skin (MagicalPen + AndyPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>07-01-2009, 14:30:44</strong>
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				He let the nudge shift him enough to make it look like it wasn't expected. It 'forced' him to slip half off the stool, needing a foot on the ground to steady himself before he turned to look at the fiery young woman. He looked her up and down, letting his eyes linger below her neckline for a few moments before returning to stare into her eyes. <br><br>"Oy? Is thatta so, eh? And what is it that yer ordered eh, missy?" He doesn't back down in the slightest. If anything, he leans a little closer to her, invading her personal space even more. Ah, how he loved to toy with the high and mighty!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Stone and Skin (MagicalPen + AndyPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adrenafoxxx</strong> on <strong>11-01-2009, 21:42:21</strong>
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				Leona's expression softened to be almost apologetic when she saw him slip from the stool. She honestly didn't know her own strength, but anger flooded her features once more as he gave her a once-over. She couldn't believe the audacity of this man. Had he not the decency to respect a woman?<br><br>Leona became more and more upset with each passing second. Then, once he addressed her as a 'missy', she became livid. "What I've ordered is none of your business, sir. However, I think you <em>should</em> know that it is improper to look at and address a married woman in such ways as you have. So, let's make a deal. You allow me to go about my business and depart from this...place. Then, I won't tell the village people about what scum has washed apon the shore. Scoffing in what she hoped appeared as disgust, Leona stood near him impatiently.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Stone and Skin (MagicalPen + AndyPanda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>12-01-2009, 14:38:53</strong>
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				He laughed at her comment, looking around. "Looky here, Missy. Looky at this 'ompany I keep her. Yer the one out of yer element." He says, looking her up and down again, eyes lingering on her chest for a few seconds longer then was customary. "And whatch a married woman likes you is doing 'ere is 'yond me." His arm lashes out, faster then a blink of an eye, wrapping around her waist and pulling her forcefully against him. "So whats says ye te a tussel in the sack with me, eh? I'll pay fer yer expensive wine." He says, giving her a wink. <br><br>He liked to test them, to push their buttons, and drop subtle hints to see if they were even smart enough to pick up on it. He had passed up on several such meetings simple for the fact that his disguise had worked so well his 'patrons' had left in a fluster as they had missed the hints he had dropped. 
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