Post by Shoki on Dec 21, 2018 0:14:06 GMT -8
79.04.10
Before midnight
W’nal scratched his beard and yawned as he left his office. He was up entirely too late doing work, and he hoped that Osha wouldn’t be too cross with him. The light was dim as he started away from his office toward his weyr. The nature of Ice Stone made it so that he had to go around through the Nunatak rather than through the bowl if he wanted to avoid the night’s bitter cold. And he certainly did. So he moved through the empty halls sleepily.
Something tickled at the back of his mind. He had been in battle before, and was accustomed to combat. Even tired he noticed what others perhaps might not. And the slight sound caused him to turn back. A shadow loomed and he found himself moving to the side quickly, and arrow flying wide past him. A knife was in his hand a moment latter and he took a step forward. The archer in the hall behind him leapt toward another corridor and the sound of footfalls echoed in the silent evening. The Weyrleader frowned, slowing. Ice Stone was full of twisting passages, either unused or in need of new life from times long forgotten. It was even common for a born and bred man like himself to get lost if he wasn’t careful or went too deep into twisting tunnels. More to the point, he suspected that if he chased his assailant, there could well be an ambush waiting. So, though it pained him, he went the opposite direction to call a guard.
Once they had been informed and a team of the guards started their search for the bowman, W’nal returned to the path to his weyr. The arrow that had gone by him was on the ground, and he went to pick it up. He paused, catching sight of an odd lighting to the object. He bent down and found the tip of the arrow glistened slightly in the dim light, some manner of liquid upon it. A chill went down his spine and he looked up at where his would be assassin had gone.
He was going to have to tell the other Weyrleaders about this. His long night just got longer.
Before midnight
W’nal scratched his beard and yawned as he left his office. He was up entirely too late doing work, and he hoped that Osha wouldn’t be too cross with him. The light was dim as he started away from his office toward his weyr. The nature of Ice Stone made it so that he had to go around through the Nunatak rather than through the bowl if he wanted to avoid the night’s bitter cold. And he certainly did. So he moved through the empty halls sleepily.
Something tickled at the back of his mind. He had been in battle before, and was accustomed to combat. Even tired he noticed what others perhaps might not. And the slight sound caused him to turn back. A shadow loomed and he found himself moving to the side quickly, and arrow flying wide past him. A knife was in his hand a moment latter and he took a step forward. The archer in the hall behind him leapt toward another corridor and the sound of footfalls echoed in the silent evening. The Weyrleader frowned, slowing. Ice Stone was full of twisting passages, either unused or in need of new life from times long forgotten. It was even common for a born and bred man like himself to get lost if he wasn’t careful or went too deep into twisting tunnels. More to the point, he suspected that if he chased his assailant, there could well be an ambush waiting. So, though it pained him, he went the opposite direction to call a guard.
Once they had been informed and a team of the guards started their search for the bowman, W’nal returned to the path to his weyr. The arrow that had gone by him was on the ground, and he went to pick it up. He paused, catching sight of an odd lighting to the object. He bent down and found the tip of the arrow glistened slightly in the dim light, some manner of liquid upon it. A chill went down his spine and he looked up at where his would be assassin had gone.
He was going to have to tell the other Weyrleaders about this. His long night just got longer.
