Private The invasion of the Damned

[Skyrimosity]

Edwyn jumped to his feet after being tackled by Geran. You're in for it now. Edwyn forgot all about their friendship now. They were fierce enemies in the training room. Edwyn saw Geran's defensive stance. He delivered a powerful strike at Geran's left ribs. Geran blocked it but as he did Edwyn delivered a left hook to his face and spun around, bringing the hilt of the sword across his right ribs and knocking him to the ground. "I could ask the same of you."

 

[Mini Mongo]

Geran lost his emotion as he was hit to the ground. His mind suddenly changed and for a moment he belived he was being attack by a undead, as he stood up he swung his sword from up high bringing a powerful blow down on Edwyn's sword. This gave Geran a chance and he swung a powerful hit in Edwyn's arm then punched him with his left.
Though to a normal man this looked painful, Geran had taught all his Witchers and Masters to resist pain. They were starting to get the hang of it, Edwyn had best absorbed this skill so far so Geran fought like he would fight against a bandit.
Once the two blows hit Edwyn Geran then shook himself off and raised his sword going for another blow, this time Edwyn dodged causing no effect.
Geran gripped the blade with both his hands, this way he had better defense, as he awaited Edwyn's counter attack.

 

[Skyrimosity]

Geran had delivered a powerful series of strikes against Edwyn but Edwyn easily shrugged it off. The blunt sword could cause no true pain, and fists were hardly viable weapons. Edwyn saw Geran had entered another defensive position. This would be harder to penetrate. Edwyn did a few sample attacks and saw Geran was focusing his defense up high. Edwyn kicked Geran's legs with all his might. Geran stood standing and Edwyn wasn't sure if he felt any of the pain. Edwyn dropped back and put his free left hand behind his back, forming his own defensive stance. Free hand behind back, left foot back to minimize the area he needed to defend.

 

[MissingOne123]

Ambrosia returned from the dungeons, a smug smirk on her lips. Served the jester right, barging in here like that. Mumbling to herself, she made a sharp turn and came back to where she had been before this whole ordeal. Picking up the dress, she pushed inside the dark room and locked the door behind her. A few moments later, she came out wearing a much looser, comfortable dress. She walked easier and not so uptight.

With a drowsy yawn, she walked down the halls until she found herself back to the large room set up with various beds. She dragged herself across the floor, placed the dress in her hands inside her chest and exchanged it with the book she had been reading earlier before sitting herself on the bed and opening to the page she left off on.

 

[Mini Mongo]

Geran was defending against a few weak attacks on his defense. Edwyn then learned that he was defending high and he went for a powerful kick against Geran, though it was powerful Geran stood their resisting pain.
After all his years of fighting and training the amount of damage Geran could take and resist was abnormal.
After Edwyn noticed Geran did not budge he went in his own defensive pose, as he did Geran glared at him trying to find a weakness. None was found and he would have to brute his way through the defense, which would be hard as this was a tactic Geran had personally taught Edwyn........for defending against up to 10 oppenents.

Edwyn was indeed a worthy foe. Geran gripped his sword tight and jumped in the air landing a heavy blow on Edwyn's sword. Unfortunately the blow had not worked like it had before so he immediately spun to the right landing a heavy blow on his sword making it budge to the left for a moment. Geran took advantage and went for a stab, this was good for getting rid of a opponents stamina.
Edwyn defended well and managed to counter attack landing a blow on Geran, but he took advantage of this and grabbed the blade, hitting the hilt of his sword against Edwyn's shoulder.
Like Geran he resisted the pain.

Then Geran stood in a normal position ''Good spar Edwyn, but if we hit eachover more we wont be in a good state to fight tomorrow.
We'll continue this tomorrow, send a maid to knock if you need me, and I'll do the same.'' Geran then went to were the put the wooden blades and placed it in the case.
He then made his way back to his room, before leaving he checked up in the members bedroom where Ambrosia lay reading.
Geran approached her ''Did everything go okay with the Jester Ambrosia?''

 

[meben15]

As Jaygue and Ambrosia came back up from the dungeon, Jaygue hesitated. He still wanted to know what that crazy man's motives were. "I'm going to go talk to him." Jaygue said to Ambrosia, jesturing back down the stairs.

He opened the door to see the crazed lunatic sitting in the middle of the cell. Drawing his blade and holding it at his side, Jaygue looked at the man. "Why have you come here." He asked simply.

 

[MissingOne123]

Ambrosia nods her head slowly, distracted and not looking up from her page. "Yes, I believe so." She says after a moment, flipping the page and closing the cover for the time being. She looks up from her book to look at him. "Was there anything else you needed?"

 

[Skyrimosity]

Although Edwyn hadn't won the spar with Geran, he was satisfied with the draw. They were both well rounded fighters so this was nothing to be sad about. He put his training sword back in the rack and nodded towards Geran as he said they'd continue tomorrow. Edwyn walked back to his private quarters thinking about the Jester for some strange reason. Something's not right... I can feel it... He was disturbed from his thoughts for when he walked into his room, there was a maid reading his journal. She immediately threw it back into the chest when he walked in. With a sigh, he told her she might as well continue. She told him she was sorry to mess with his private belongings, and told him she was sorry for what happened to his parents. With a sigh, Edwyn dismissed her from the room. He lay back on his bed in thought, as he spent many nights doing. Poor Aunt Barbona, all alone in the woods now. One day I'll go back... one day I'll... Edwyn looked around and sighed. "No I won't."

 

[Star Gazer]

The Joker's weapons were well concealed and he had faith that Jaygue wouldn't find them. "Here's a good question, why am I your latest obsession? Tell me your name, making friends is my true aim." The Joker said, staring the man in the eyes.

 

[Mini Mongo]

''Good we don't want that maniac running free, now tomorrow were going to do a contract to investigate a murder, so remember to be trained and ready. If you have any problems just send a maid to tell me or find me okay?''
Before Ambrosia could reply Geran left and began to walk to his room.
It was rather dark in the hall but the candles made for reasonable lighting, although their was still hidden darkened areas.
Geran was always ready to draw his blade and fight at any moment, he was very cautious and protective over himself and his guild members.

His mind then wandered to the Jester, why was he actually here and why. But it did not matter knowing Jaygue he would probably ask him anyway so Geran would merely ask him tomorrow.
Geran finally reached his room, unlocking the door and walking in, shutting and locking the door behind him.
He then opened up the war room checking no one was hidden in their. Luckily their was not and so instead Geran closed the entrance and took of the posh clothing.
It was easy to slip of, Geran then laid in his bed, shutting his eyes and drifting into the land of dreams.

 

[meben15]

While Jaygue gazed back at him with his cold grey eyes, he was both annoyed and disconcerted by the Jester's way of speaking. Frowning even more than usual, Jaygue replied to the man, "Stop dodging the question and tell me why you have come here!" He took a step closer to the cage, allowing a ball of silvery flames to slowly build in his left hand. He hoped to intimidate the man into telling him, but he somehow didn't think that would work.

 

[MissingOne123]

Ambrosia nodded. That was probably what they were talking about at dinner, she mused as she opened her book again. She shifted, sitting up against the wall and tilting her head down. Her eyes stared at the words, her lips mouthing the words silently as she read. She seemed tense for a while, ready to leap up if anyone decided to come disturb her peace again, though soon she was relaxed, slumped over and looking very interested in what what she was reading.

She raised her hand to her mouth, nibbling on her finger tips, eyebrows knit together. She sat like, engulfed in the details, until the small oil lamp beside her bed burnt out, leaving her in inky darkness. With a long sigh, she folded over the page and tossed the book under her bed. She stretched once, another yawn escaping before she rolled over, curled up on her side, and closed her eyes.

 

[Star Gazer]

"Stop dodging the question and tell me why you have come here!" The quiet man said. It had been the first time The Jester hear his voice. A small fire began to glow in his hand, and as it illuminated the dungeon, The Jester could see other prisoners. They were shaking at the sight of the man. "Ah, you must be the torturer. The man who finds the truth, the decipherer. I'll let you in on something. I'll stop rhyming because this is... serious." The Jester laughed at the word 'serious'. "Torture doesn't work, anytime. If you hurt someone enough, they will say anything you want. What do you want me to say? How about we start with you. What is your name?"

 

[meben15]

Jaygue breathed a quiet sigh of relief, glad the man had stopped that constant rhyming. He knew that hurting this deranged man wouldn't work, so he supposed there was only one other way of figuring out his purpose. Trying to talk to him, as much as Jaygue shuddered at the thought.

"I'm Jaygue, who are you and why do you come here." He still spoke shortly and to the point and he did not snuff out the fire in his fist. Better for the man to think that he could be fried at any moment.

 

[Star Gazer]

"I'm Jaygue, who are you and why do you come here." Said the man. The Jester grinned. "I am Ealyon, weaver of fake costumes and defiler of women. My evil twin brother, Hal Galome, is the nice one. If you want answers, you'll want to talk to him." Said the Jester, laughing. He finds that his real name doesn't suit him. "I'm kidding you. I am The Jester. I demand you let me go." He said. A certain glint in Jaygue's eye indicated fear, but his face remained calm. "You'll regret keeping me in this cell. When you lay down for bed, you will see me, and I will not be happy that you did not let me go. Now before I am forced to do that, I suggest you unlock my cell and let me free."

 

[lbrasz44]

Thorral left the dining hall and proceeded to the training room where to his surprise, Guildmaster Geran and and a fellow witcher were about to spar. Nudging a lower ranked member that was standing beside him "Here's your chance to see what the very best of this guild is made of brother." But to his dismay, a noise was heard and the attention of Geran and Edwyn was ammediately brought to it. Goddamn, there's always something to get in the way of anything good.

Following everyone else to where the commotion was occuring, everyone quickly found out that it was man seeking to be permitted entrace to the building. But upon hearing his voice and the way he spoke and when he threatened the lives of the people in the guild, Thorral couldn't help but burst out laughing along with Cyrus. "This guy is just something else," and turning to Lord Geran, "just ignore him sir, and carry on."

He along with everyone else just wanted to ignore the man and continue on with day, but Geran was the odd man out saying that the jester is allowed inside. Cleary shocked and wondering if Geran is any more sane than this jester, Thorral questioned the Master, in his thoughts of course. He didn't want to test the Guildmaster this early when he was only in the guild for less than a week. Why the hell would Geran let this man in? This "Jester" is clearly not sane and might actually be stupid enough to try something risky.

Grumbling, he returned to the training room where the spar could finally happen. With a huge grin, Thorral leaned against the wall and watched his superiors fight and show everyone what is expected to be of them. "This is gonna be good."

It all began with a tackle. The clashing of steel occuring rapidly and punches were thrown. They're really getting into it. Thought the large nord whose smile just seems to be getting bigger. There is something about full-blown violence that appeals to Thorral. It just has this way of pulling him in.

The battle was evenly fought, which was what made it all the more appealing, but there more to be taken out of this. Looks like I'm actually taking orders from people who are actually capable, unlike some of the people who I worked for before. Thorral also knew that if anything were to happen to Geran, he knew the guild would still have good leadership if Edwyn happens to take charge.

 

[meben15]

Jaygues scowl deepened. He tried to hide the fact that this man scared him a little. Jaygue had faced down hoards of ravenous zombies, fought through swarms of skeletons, and charged into vampire lairs without a second thought yet this caged Jester sent a shiver down his spine that he had not felt for decades.

At the Jesters demands to be let out Jaygue shook his head, "Do you think me a fool? I will not let you out until you tell me your purpose here. And it would be wise to lay of the threats." at this remark he raised his fist. The fire surounding it grew brighter, swirling around it violently like a minature hurricane. The other battered and bruised prisoners within the cells cowered against the walls, wimpering.

 

[Star Gazer]

"Do you think me a fool? I will not let you out until you tell me your purpose here. And it would be wise to lay of the threats." He said, while the flames grew ever-brighter. "If we're to kill, we'll lose the thrill, but at least the fire softens the dungeon's chill!" He sang. He knew this got on Jaygue's nerves. He pulled the lute from his back and started playing a slow tune.

 

[cazzer14]

Cyrus had walked behind the Jester as Jaygue and Ambrosia escorted him to the cells, Ambrosia being the one to violently drag him by the shoulder. He merely kept behind them in case the fool decided to make a run for it. They reached the cells and the Jester was thrown in, with the metal door slammed shut behind him, and Cyrus turned with the other two and proceeded to exit the dungeons. Ambrosia turned off and headed towards the member's chambers, and Jaygue stopped on the top of the stairs, and decided he wanted to interrogate their uninvited, crazy guest.

Cyrus continued down the hallway, in the direction of his own room. It was getting late, and the day ahead was to be a long one, and he needed his rest. He approached the door and pushed it open, his hand clasped around the iron handle, shiny and polished, to be once again impressed by the quality of his room. Cyrus went over to his bed and fell face down onto the mattress, not even bothering to change out of his fine clothes, he knew he wasn't going to wear them for a long time, if not ever again. He closed his eyes, and lay still, hoping to get some sleep.

Sleep didn't come. After several minutes of tossing and turning, Cyrus couldn't find the capability to rest, he never was a good sleeper. He sat up on the end of his bed, and rubbed his eyes and sighed. In lack of anything better to do, and without means to fall asleep, he rose to his feet and went for the door. The corridors were empty now, dead, void of any noise save for the candles burning, the light dancing in the slight draft from the cold air of the mountains seeping through the gaps in the doors and windows, the breeze was refreshing in Cyrus' cheeks.

He headed towards the dungeons, see if Jaygue was still there, and what he had managed to get out of the Jester, and if he was absent, Cyrus would question the fool himself. He arrived at the dungeons to finf the Jaygue was indeed still there, with a clear frustrated expression on his face. The riddles and rhymes of the Jester must've been getting on his nerves, and Cyrus could see why.

While the other prisoners were whimpering and whining at Jaygue's presence, and the flame in his raised fist, the Jester sit there, cross-legged, playing a soft tune on his loot, happy and content as the one they call Larry. Cyrus almost facepalmed himself for not telling either Ambrosia or Jaygue to search and confiscate items off of the Jester, but he shouldn't need to, they both had minds of their own, and Jaygue was in charge of the prisoners, usually, he should have really thought about that, but Cyrus was as much to blame.

Cyrus decided to make his appearance known, and said to the Jester;
"Listen, these cells can get really cold at night without my associates flame, and the food tastes like skeever plops. These other guys, they deserve to be in here, they're murders, rapists. You, you're in here because we have no fluffing clue who you are, and we're a bunch of cautious guys. You could be out as soon as you tell us the truth as to why you're here."

Cyrus wondered what could possibly come out of the Jester's mouth. Utter plops was what he expected, but perhaps he could be reasonable enough to answer the question that Jaygue had persisted on him answering. Jaygue had been startled by Cyrus' sudden speaking, he obviously hadn't known of his presence.

 

[Star Gazer]

"Listen, these cells can get really cold at night without my associates flame, and the food tastes like skeever pl***. These other guys, they deserve to be in here, they're murders, rapists. You, you're in here because we have no f***ing clue who you are, and we're a bunch of cautious guys. You could be out as soon as you tell us the truth as to why you're here." Again, the Jester played his lute, but to a different tune. It was much lighter and happier. "The truth! The truth! It has been told, but the real truth is, Jester doesn't mind the cold! But the Jester admires you being quite bold. Let me out, let me free, if you don't... I'll cut your leg off... at the knee!"