Fighter Log's

Norphys bit his lip to warm his face. The rain had fallen all night long, and it pelted against him as he leaned against the wall in the alley way. A figure approached him.

"Here's your ring of flames. It appears I won't be needing it after all. Thanks for the loan though," the shaded figure grinned a hard grin, and spat.

"I don't have time for this." Jones muttered and recited a blue scroll, replacing his afterimage with a puff of smoke as he arrived in the Guild of Fighter's Dorm Room.

Rezyn nodded at Jones as he entered the hall. "I see you voted against Norphys Jones. Any particular reason?"

Jones shrugged, and spoke, "No one else was voting, I felt like swaying it against him. Besides he's a target, I heard Stych has a grudge on him."

Rezyn and Jones were joined eventually by Noslen who nodded silently, said nothing, only keeping his ears open. As the night went on, Jones found his way into a bottle of wine, and Rezyn to more pertinent matters.

Some time later, Norphys found himself in the alley again, summoned by Jones. Norphys muttered again, as the rain continued. "Why does he always have me meet him in the coldest night of the rain at midnight? Doesn't he have any idea of how it is to sit out here?" he thought aloud.

Norphys jumped as Jones spoke from behind him. "So, you're here. What is it you wanted." asked a startled Norphys. A solemn expression now took the outcast's face as he addressed the fighter.

"Well, I have a use for you. If you want my vote, and a good word put in for you, I can get you into the guild. But, first I'll need you to do me a favor. Infiltrate White Tigers, and bring me the Shadow Cloak."

Jones grinned wildly. "Of course it's in the hands of the guild. But I can get you the votes you'll need."

With that, Jones shimmered a bit, and faded out of existence. He left Norphys and made his way to the guild hall, where he slept the rest of the night, having spent the last 2 weeks drinking wine.

Jones awoke with a shock. It was late, and his head rang. He stumbled out of the guildhall, and down the streets, where he bumped into Sarvulis suddenly. "Hey, Sarvulis!" Jones hiccuped, and putting his arm around Sarvulis proceeded to convince the Leader of White Tigers to simply let Jones 'borrow' the shadow cloak that lied in his Order's hall.

Sarvulis eyed Jones suspiciously, but after three hours of drinking potato vodka, and trading war stories, he shrugged and lent the cloak to Jones, on a trial basis. A thrilled Jones returned to his guildhall, and forgot about Norphys completely.

Two weeks later Norphys noticed Jones sporting the shadow cloak. Surprised he said, "Jones is that the shadow cloak?! What about the deal?"

"Umm... lemme go take care of something really quick," Jones replied, and skulked off to find Stych When he found Stych in the guildhall, he spoke. "Listen I want you to let Norphys in the guild."

Stych looked at Jones puzzled. "But I don't like Norphys, in fact I want him dead."

Jones grinned at that. "Yeah, I know, but remember what we do to Fighters we kick out? Keep our friends close and our enemies closer."

Later that day, when Norphys sent in his application to Stych after receiving word from Jones on the go ahead, all was going according to plan. Stych posted a note on the Guild's message board with a 1 sentence summary of Jonesy's devious idea, because simple is good for Fighters in most circumstances.

The summary was enough for Noslen, The Bumbling Troll, to understand. Upon reading it, he ran to Norphys and told him of the plot against him. He even made it clear he was against the idea by voting to abstain.

Stych became quite suspicious of this vote. He never did trust Noslen's ideals ever since the day a misinterpretation cost Stych his life.

Stych spent many moments away from the guildhall reading up on the history of criminals in the realms. He had gone back to the Courthouse to finish up some of the past cases, as he was eager to learn new things at any opportunity. After he finished reading about the smuggling ( OOC: read as Mplaying) of many pieces of equipment and murderers and thieves (some even about himself), he was heading back to the town of Windy Bluff. He left without being seen because it seemed like second nature to him from his training.

Due partly to habit, Stych had wandered into the Temple of Tarin before finally going home. When he arrived, he had happened upon Norphys and Noslen ending a conversation without noticing his entry. Norphys thanked Noslen heartily, and then they parted ways.

Stych had become increasingly suspicious of Noslen's actions, and swiftly left the temple to join Geseg in the adventurers guild. He couldn't concentrate, however. His mind was flooded with what he just saw, the vote Noslen had cast, and his distrust for the troll altogether. He stood, having an idle conversation with Geseg to clear his mind and kill some time.

Later in the day, Norphys approached Stych in the adventurer's guild. They went to the Inn to have a more private conversation, without the prying ears of gossipers around.

"I've heard some rumors, Stych" Norphys stated, sounding slightly distressed and impressed at the same time. "Rumors about the Guild of Fighters planning to induct me, then kill me and outcast me. I was wondering if any of this was true?"

Stych chuckled stubbornly. Norphys had only ever annoyed him in his life, talking about equipment and trades and, overall, trying to appear superior. "No, Norphys, it is not true. In order for us to induct you in the first place, your application would have to pass the vote, which, by the way, it just failed. As such, the rumor is simply a rumor. No more, no less."

Norphys accepted the outcome somewhat perplexed. He was glad he wouldn't be killed, yet he was upset to be rejected.

"Well it certainly wasn't a Fighter." was the quick response from Norphys, almost confessing the guilt.

Stych's mind snapped right then and there. He had suspicions of one of the guild members already, and now he was practically handed the treason of another. Instantly he thought of everything Noslen had done, starting with abstaining from voting. Then, his mind flashed to the memory of seeing Norphys thanking Noslen as if he owed him his life. Now this, Norphys practically telling Stych that there was a traitor amongst the Guild. It all came together for him, after what seemed like a few minutes but lasted merely seconds. There weren't two he couldn't trust, it was only one: Noslen. Stych left before Norphys even realized he had finished thinking. He went to the dormitory in the barracks, where he found Noslen sleeping lazily. Without a second thought, Stych deftly tore any guild markings from Noslen, leaving the outcast to the stone golems that guarded their home.

Noslen tried to escape, but one of the golems had caught him dead in his tracks. The golem ripped through Noslen, destroying his jewellery and, most importantly, stripping the Aura from Noslen's hands. The gods felt sorry for such an end to life that even a Priest of Tarin had resurrected the follower of Seluctruh. In a display of pity, Stych tried to identify the scraps on the floor, and did what he could to replace the rings and other things lost. Stych may not have had any respect for the troll, but he didn't want Noslen knowing that.

Jones was walking alone, half asleep for no particular reason, when a hand touched his shoulder. Jones whipped around, and put his pulsing shard of darkness at the assailant's throat, only to reveal it to be Noslen. Jones sheathed his shard. "Ah, Noslen."

"Sir, I'm sorry for what I've done." Noslen spoke, his large lips slurring some of the words, and sending the slightest amout of spit the thief's way.

"Look me in the face, troll." Jones glared at Noslen. "I've seen you in and out of this Guild too many times Noslen. The last time you left, it was for disobeying a direct order. MY direct order." This time it was spit from Jones that spluttered onto Noslen, who sunk down.

"Please forgive me, I know it was wrong. Norphys is my friend..." the troll pleaded.

"The only way to make reparations is to kill Norphys, Noslen." Jones wondered if Noslen could do such a thing, he then quickly added, "Bring me all his gear, and his head."

Noslen pleaded with Jones to reconsider. Jones argued with Noslen a bit more, "My plans, Noslen. It was MY plan to steal the gear he had obtained through smuggling, and punish him for trying to join Fighters as a liar, and a cheat! It was JUSTICE Noslen! The only way to make up for it would be to bring me his gear, and his head." He added, in sardonic tone, "or you could bribe me a with a poisoned dagger, and I might put in a good word for you."

As Jones and Noslen argued, Rezyn and Stych had been watching from the rooftops. They were about to strike when Noslen shouted out "WAIT!" Stych and Rezyn exchanged confused glances, and Arian arrived.

"Norphys said he owes me his life for what I did for him! I can get a poisoned dagger from him."

"Then you know what you must do, Noslen." Jones gave the all clear signal, and the fighters in the shadows dispersed. Noslen never suspected a thing, and Jones casually slipped away.

A week had gone by, and once again the Guild of Fighters held a council. Stych, Rezyn, Arian, Jones and Mihelik had met to discuss the matter of Noslen.

"Well, he hasn't gotten me that poisoned dagger yet. And I've given him a whole week!" Jones sighed.

Rezyn shrugged, "Well he's been outcast for treason, I think we should kill him now. We've given him long enough."

Jones added, "Yeah, and I'm tired of his whining. All he ever seems to do is screw up, especially when I'm trying to do something."

Stych grinned and said, "Well, let's prepare for battle, and we'll deal with him our way. We'll give him what was planned for Norphys!"

The night was approaching, and Jones seemed to glide as he ran quickly into the townsquare to find Noslen napping. He waited patiently, and then, as Noslen awoke, he was suddenly shoved off balance out of the temple halls. Rezyn, Arian, Mihelik, and Stych each faded into existence in an onslaught that left Noslen gasping for breath as he fled for his life. The chase was on, until eventually, Noslen, cornered and sweating hid his weapons before the Fighters could catch up with him. He then, turned himself onto the mercy of the angry mercenaries who made quick work of him. Stych slammed into him, Rezyn hacked off one of his arms, while Arian and Mihelik took turns ramming him in the chest with their foreheads. When all was said and done, Jones was stabbing him in the back over and over again repeating, "Screwed! *stab* Up! *stab* My! *stab* Plans! *stab* For! *stab* The last! *stab* Time!!" And with a final hack, he held up Noslen's head for all to see.

Noslen's spirit, the gods having taken pity on it, was restored and his corpse retained only his common items. Stych sighed. "It was a trick... the weapons... they're gone. He must have buried them somewhere, look around!"

Stych and Jones hurried to the donation hall while Noslen looted his own remains, and got his weapons back. Jones growled and as Noslen stepped into the Townsquare and out of the safety of the temple, he signaled the Guild as to the oaf's whereabouts. Noslen didn't even know what was happening as the Fighters shoved him back and forth, in and out of Townsquare until, before anyone knew it but Stych, Jones had stolen one of Noslen's chests.

"Go for the pouch too," Rezyn whispered to Jones, but before he could snatch it, Noslen removed one of his weapons, and put it inside the pouch. He then, held the pouch.

Jones spat. "There's nothing in his inventory now... hmmm," the thief thought to himself.

Noslen stood in the town square defiantly. "You've killed me once Jones, and I've got nothing left to steal. You have no reason to kill me again, so leave me alone." He tried to hold his head high, as if he had pulled a fast one on everyone. Jones made sure he wasn't in formation with the rest of the fighters, and suddenly exploded at Noslen with a fist full of dirt to the face.

Noslen staggered back, and in his confusion was unable to hold his weapon as Jones deftly disarmed it. A loud clank resonated followed by Rezyn's laugh as he picked up Noslen's sword. Noslen, having lost almost everything because of his defiant acts skulked away, to meddle with some other guild's plans.

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