Ian
19-09-2009, 02:45 PM
Ian had gathered all he needed for today’s recruiting: heaps of recruitment leaflets, lots of banner material and some light sources. It was just after the sun had risen from over the mountains, and a cool breeze gently stirred his hair against his face. He set out that morning determined to find a recruit who would prosper within the ranks of the militia. Trotting towards the moongate, Ian reflected upon his ways of recruiting. Perhaps it was time for a change, he thought as the moongate took him to New Haven. “Civilian Clothing? Another uniform? Different way of approach?” Many alternatives arose within his head as he ventured on towards the city gates. “Another day” he thought when he passed the bank.
The city was packed with busy tradesmen and taints with odd coloured clothes, riding their steeds that seemed to be from another world. Amidst the crowd he saw a man, clearly bedazzled by the strange environment as though he had just been dropped off out of nowhere. Ian walked with a quick pace towards the seemingly confused man and greeted him with a firm salute. Just as he was to ask the man whether he would take up arms, Ian felt a tap at his shoulder. Turning around he saw four men clad in black and white glaring at him with an obvious malicious intent. The man that had tapped him on his shoulder uttered with a firm voice: “Come with us.” The stranger’s command disconcerted him completely, and without wasting any time he had produced a blue gate. The men that had followed him, now surrounding both Ian and the recruit closed in and shoved them through the gate.
Emerging from the gate, Ian narrowed his eyes feeling the immediate heat from the sun overwhelming him. A tower arose from desert as they walked; the recruit, the four men in black and white, and him. “Where are you taking us?” the recruit asked with a nervous voice. A few pearls appeared on his brow as he walked in the burning sand, and hovering above, what seemed to be only a few yards away, the scorching sun. Their leader offered only a glance over his shoulder and pointed at the closing tower.
Stepping into the shade felt like entering the realm of the Higher Being. Saved from the perilous heat, Ian felt almost joyful when the cool stone walls closed in on them. Two of the men dragged them into a cell on the second floor and without a word, their captors vanished into the tower leaving the recruit and Ian in cell. “What will they do to us?!” the recruit whimpered as he clutched the bars and gazed into the empty dark room. Ian sighed and came up with the best comforting answer he could produce given the circumstances, even though he was as frightened as him.
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They sat in each their corner of the cell, resting their arms on their knees and leaning their head against the wall. All they could do was wait until the men in black and white would come back, perhaps with food, or with a torture device. Ian cursed himself for getting up that morning, he could still be in bed or enjoying an ale in the tavern. All of a sudden he heard the fumbling with keys outside, then one of the men appeared in front of the cell. The man had a savage hat on his head, almost covering his entire face. Unable to decipher whether the man had hostile intent or whether he came to feed his prisoners he spoke with a harsh voice: “Get up!” The man tossed them some rags for clothes and gave the command to put them on. The recruit looked at Ian for some sort of approval before getting up. “Get up I said!” the man yelled and produced a knife from his belt, holding it threateningly towards them. Being stripped of what weapons he had, Ian had no other choice than to obey his captor’s command, hoping that a chance for escape would arrive. The recruit rose eyeing the man with fear. He quickly changed to the rags that were provided and stood still fearing for his life. The man turned towards Ian, thrusting the knife forward. He laughed menacingly when he saw the guardsman jump in fear and gathered up the uniform that was on the ground. As he bent down Ian saw his chance and aimed to hit him in the back of the head, but suddenly the recruit cried out: “Don’t! Yer gonna get us both killed!” Startled by the cry, Ian halted his blow and felt a pain throughout his body as the man had reacted from the recruit’s shout and punched Ian in the gut. “Try something like that again and you –will- die by my hand.” he spoke with a cold, harsh voice before exiting the cell. Ian shrunk back into his corner, wanting to weep he restrained himself to keep whatever morale that was left.
More hours passed and both the prisoners felt a drowse sway across them as the clock ticked towards midnight. Ian blinked and glanced over to the recruit who was falling asleep. He cleared his throat and asked “What’s your name by the way?” The recruit looked up and rubbed his eyes before uttering: “Kharn”. Ian nodded and looked at the wall in front of him “Nice to meet you, Kharn. I must admit, this isn’t exactly how I planned for your enlistment.” Kharn produced a small grin and rested his head yet again against the wall. Outside the cell they saw a dark figure, motionless he had observed them and their little chat without them even noticing his presence. Ian turned towards him and asked “What now? Come to humiliate us further?” The man didn’t reply and fiddled with the lock before entering the cell. He looked down at Kharn who was shivering from fear. The dark figure grabbed his arm and dragged him up from his corner. Ian jumped to his feet and shouted: “Oi! What are you doing with him?! Let him go!” Kharn whimpered and pleaded for him to let go, though without luck. He slammed the cell door behind him and made sure it was locked.
Ian now found himself alone in the cell, not knowing what would become of him. He felt helpless, like the days when his father would come home to beat him for reasons he never understood. Unlike those days, he now had nowhere to run, except into a corner of his cell. All he could do was wait to see what his captors in black and white would do to him.
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[OOC: Uni is keeping me extremely busy, and until I can find some routine with all the work they’re dumping on me I have to concentrate on getting it done. Good bye for now.]
The city was packed with busy tradesmen and taints with odd coloured clothes, riding their steeds that seemed to be from another world. Amidst the crowd he saw a man, clearly bedazzled by the strange environment as though he had just been dropped off out of nowhere. Ian walked with a quick pace towards the seemingly confused man and greeted him with a firm salute. Just as he was to ask the man whether he would take up arms, Ian felt a tap at his shoulder. Turning around he saw four men clad in black and white glaring at him with an obvious malicious intent. The man that had tapped him on his shoulder uttered with a firm voice: “Come with us.” The stranger’s command disconcerted him completely, and without wasting any time he had produced a blue gate. The men that had followed him, now surrounding both Ian and the recruit closed in and shoved them through the gate.
Emerging from the gate, Ian narrowed his eyes feeling the immediate heat from the sun overwhelming him. A tower arose from desert as they walked; the recruit, the four men in black and white, and him. “Where are you taking us?” the recruit asked with a nervous voice. A few pearls appeared on his brow as he walked in the burning sand, and hovering above, what seemed to be only a few yards away, the scorching sun. Their leader offered only a glance over his shoulder and pointed at the closing tower.
Stepping into the shade felt like entering the realm of the Higher Being. Saved from the perilous heat, Ian felt almost joyful when the cool stone walls closed in on them. Two of the men dragged them into a cell on the second floor and without a word, their captors vanished into the tower leaving the recruit and Ian in cell. “What will they do to us?!” the recruit whimpered as he clutched the bars and gazed into the empty dark room. Ian sighed and came up with the best comforting answer he could produce given the circumstances, even though he was as frightened as him.
http://img17.imageshack.us/img17/2444/uo0005ek.jpg
They sat in each their corner of the cell, resting their arms on their knees and leaning their head against the wall. All they could do was wait until the men in black and white would come back, perhaps with food, or with a torture device. Ian cursed himself for getting up that morning, he could still be in bed or enjoying an ale in the tavern. All of a sudden he heard the fumbling with keys outside, then one of the men appeared in front of the cell. The man had a savage hat on his head, almost covering his entire face. Unable to decipher whether the man had hostile intent or whether he came to feed his prisoners he spoke with a harsh voice: “Get up!” The man tossed them some rags for clothes and gave the command to put them on. The recruit looked at Ian for some sort of approval before getting up. “Get up I said!” the man yelled and produced a knife from his belt, holding it threateningly towards them. Being stripped of what weapons he had, Ian had no other choice than to obey his captor’s command, hoping that a chance for escape would arrive. The recruit rose eyeing the man with fear. He quickly changed to the rags that were provided and stood still fearing for his life. The man turned towards Ian, thrusting the knife forward. He laughed menacingly when he saw the guardsman jump in fear and gathered up the uniform that was on the ground. As he bent down Ian saw his chance and aimed to hit him in the back of the head, but suddenly the recruit cried out: “Don’t! Yer gonna get us both killed!” Startled by the cry, Ian halted his blow and felt a pain throughout his body as the man had reacted from the recruit’s shout and punched Ian in the gut. “Try something like that again and you –will- die by my hand.” he spoke with a cold, harsh voice before exiting the cell. Ian shrunk back into his corner, wanting to weep he restrained himself to keep whatever morale that was left.
More hours passed and both the prisoners felt a drowse sway across them as the clock ticked towards midnight. Ian blinked and glanced over to the recruit who was falling asleep. He cleared his throat and asked “What’s your name by the way?” The recruit looked up and rubbed his eyes before uttering: “Kharn”. Ian nodded and looked at the wall in front of him “Nice to meet you, Kharn. I must admit, this isn’t exactly how I planned for your enlistment.” Kharn produced a small grin and rested his head yet again against the wall. Outside the cell they saw a dark figure, motionless he had observed them and their little chat without them even noticing his presence. Ian turned towards him and asked “What now? Come to humiliate us further?” The man didn’t reply and fiddled with the lock before entering the cell. He looked down at Kharn who was shivering from fear. The dark figure grabbed his arm and dragged him up from his corner. Ian jumped to his feet and shouted: “Oi! What are you doing with him?! Let him go!” Kharn whimpered and pleaded for him to let go, though without luck. He slammed the cell door behind him and made sure it was locked.
Ian now found himself alone in the cell, not knowing what would become of him. He felt helpless, like the days when his father would come home to beat him for reasons he never understood. Unlike those days, he now had nowhere to run, except into a corner of his cell. All he could do was wait to see what his captors in black and white would do to him.
http://img9.imageshack.us/img9/4077/uo0008p.jpg
[OOC: Uni is keeping me extremely busy, and until I can find some routine with all the work they’re dumping on me I have to concentrate on getting it done. Good bye for now.]