Post by Metzgermeister on Jan 6, 2006 21:39:27 GMT -5
Uriel stalked through the tower grounds, just out of the radius of the guttering torches. Letting out a hiss of satisfaction, Uriel thought about the long journey to get here. After he had arrive, Uriel had spent a few days feeding in the streets, one night he had heard of a grand battle between the Dragon Reborn and the Dark One in the sky over Falme. He heard, and paid no attention. The Dragon was no concern of his: all he wanted was to free himself of the tugging he felt towards the tower. Uriel was snapped out of his reverie by a sharp tug to his right: the invisible harness turned him and pointed him to a stairwell. His finely attuned hearing could detect a slight whisker of skirts ascending the stairway, so Uriel glided over to the left side, out of the torch light. His eyes glittered like daggers of ice. An Aes Sedai swanned her way her way up, and promptly turned to her left and walked arrogantly off. Uriel let a little sigh escape him. He did not want to fight an Aes Sedai without his armor, even when he would have the upper hand. Uriel gave himself a silent shake and moved briskly down the stairs. He was getting close to what would release him from his tormet. Teeth bared in fanths of anticipation Uriel quickened his pace as descended the long staircase. Reaching the bottom, Uriel almost ran as his heart marched to the beat of his hunger. A servingmaid appeared to his lusting eyes, back turned, and Uriel barely paused to consider action; he pulled his sword from its sheath with both hand and razored through the poor woman's neck. Not even stopping to savor the rain of blood and gore, Uriel moved even more hurriedly on: passing door after door, with his target growing closer and closer as he moved down the hall. And at last he was upon the door. At the end of the hallway, with dust covering every square inch, Uriel found the deliverance from his enslavement. Breaking the door down with a leather encased foot, he moved quickly into the room; the harness guiding him to a secluded corner, where there stood a pedestal, upon which there was a cloth covered object. Moving slowly now, with trepidation, Uriel removed the cloth. It was a necklace, made if woven gold and with a sword pointing downward as the pendant. A card in front of it labeled it as "Unknown", but Uriel knew this was what he had come for. Deftly, Uriel latched the clasp around the back of his neck and felt a tingle sweep over his body. Instead of the usual grinding of Mashadar in the back of his head, Uriel heard only a slight whisper. Apparently this necklace subued the effects of Mashadar upon its wearer. Uriel took the cloth and whiped the blood from his sword before returning it to its sheath, immensely satisfied. With a grin more lupine than human, Uriel glided out of the storage room. Two uncharacteristic sounds greeted him when he was outside. The slight whisper of a blade leaving its sheath and the sound of a hild scraping against metal plating. Uriel knew he had been found; most likely by two Warders this deep in the Tower. One to each side of him. The sound of the hild had come from his left, and Uriel let him get no chance to get into a better position: rushing forward with an inhuman speed, Uriel drew both sword and dagger. A sweeping strike with his sword tied up the Warder's sword arm, and his struck faster than lighting to the Warder's heart with his bone knife. As he felt the life slide into his own and strengthen him, Uriel stood straighter and bulged in his clothing even more. The other Warder faced him with grim resolve and a hint of shock, judging by his eyes: Uriel had given them no time to react. The Warder flowed towards him in a swirl of cloak and steel, only to be met by Uriel's blade upon his own. Using his brute strength to bash the other man's sword aside, Uriel slammed into the other man with the dagger. Getting lucky, Uriel was able to strike to the heart once more: draining the life from the Warder. Uriel decided it was time to leave. Racing to the stairs and up them, Uriel remembered he had forgotten to pull the grappling hook over with him. No matter. He sped off towards the nearest gate, which happened to be near his grappling hook. Not slowing for long Uriel threw his knife into the back of the head of the guard to his left, sprinting up behind the one on the right at the same time and running him through. Pausing only to retrieve his knife and to whipe off his sword, Uriel dissappeared into the night. Success.