Blackmail! pt 3
[Aleswyn(#21413)]
A sneer follows Pierce's speech. "Aye. An accident. Interesting, though, that accidents seem to follow you," accuses Aleswyn. And, getting closer to him yet again, Aleswyn suggests, in a soft and menacing voice, meant to be heard only by the man before her. "This Anna of yours. Could it be that she was the victim of . . . " She trails off a moment, plotting her next words, ". . . an accident?" Clearly, she does not believe that such a thing could be possible.
[Pierce(#32225)]
The blacksmith freezes, even his breathing stop. A moment -- then the scars on his face and chest begin to turn a brilliant red. He glares at the elder woman before him and changes his stance. A step forward puts him almost chest to head with his accusor. "Your ire" his voice is a low gutteral growl, served most often by a wounded predator, "may be slow to quench, but it will fail you" his hands tremble with rage as moves towards his belt, stopping short of his weapon. "if you mention her name that way again." His eyes blaze with fire: "And it would be no accident."
[Alesywn(#21413)]
Rather than appearing intimidated, as she assumes the man expects of her, Alesywn is amused. She begins to laugh, not quite the orotund one typically associated with a humourous situation, but one that skirts on the border of annoyance. And then, just as suddenly as the laughter started, it stops. A look, colder than the ice which covers the pond in winter, seeps into Alesywn's grey eyes. "If you wish to use that hand again, I suggest you let it fall again to your side." Continuing now, her words spaced far apart so as to leave no doubt as to her meaning. "DO . . . NOT . . . EVER . . . AGAIN . . . THREATEN . . . ME!"
[Pierce(#32225)]
Her response was obviously not expected as is easily read in his eyes, but the man does not move. He does however let the hand contine its course -- down to his side, weapon unweilded. His voice does not change it's tenor: "You can say anything you want about me. It won't be nothing that hasn't been said already, behind my back or otherwise. But don't ever say anything about" and here his voice cracks - an odd mix of rage and anguish - "Anna." As he breathes the word, he turns from Aleswyn, esposing only reddening ears and the sound of his halting breath.
[Alesywn(#21413)]
Alesywn watches the man's arm as it drops back to his side, harmlessly away from the weapon. Even as she nods her head with approval, she is placing her hand on her own dagger. She does not speak yet. Perhaps she is thinking about Caermin, much the way Pierce is thinking about Anna. Then again, perhaps she is thinking about something else entirely. Whatever the reason, she remains silent for only a moment before again turning loquacious. "If I wish to speak of her, I shall. You are not the only one who has lost a mate to death." Though the words she speaks are not necessarily cruel, the tone of voice she employs is certainly. "And I cannot help but wonder if perhaps your Anna was the same sort of person as was my Caermin - and by that, I mean lose with her favors. Perhaps," she muses in a cruel manner, "your beloved tried laying claim to another woman's man, and the other woman took care of her, quite the same way I would have taken care of Tara had I been given the opportunity."
[Pierce(#32225)]
With his own back to Aleswyn, Pierce does not see the woman's action. He does however hear the words --- all too clearly. His shoulders start to shudder. "Oh Anna," the words are pained like a soul broken and in torment. He attempts to hold his breath, a futile effort to fully regain his composure.
[Alesywn(#21413)]
Hand still on her dagger, Alesywn regards the man curiously. Maybe she realizes she has pushed him too far. Then again, she doesn't appear to be running away in fear, so maybe that hasn't crossed her mind. She merely stands there, under the tree, watching to see what comes next.
[Pierce(#32225)]
A final sigh and the shoulders straighten. He whips around with the speed of a striking snake grabs Aleswyn by the neck and pushes her up against the tree, raising her feet a few inches off the ground. His face is full of rage. "Loose favours?" His words carry venom: "She wasn't loose!" He whispers the words "She was faithful." All this time, the other hand is not idle, but instead also goes towards the woman's face, though this not for support but as attack. He sends his hand through the air at her face.
You blindly attack Alesywn with your Bare Hands...
[Combat(#13388)->Pierce]
Your attack against Alesywn mildly wounds her!
[Alesywn(#21413)]
Apparently Alesywn had been anticipating the attack, for nearly as soon as the man pushes her against the tree, she has loosened and wielded her dagger. Though her throat is gripped tightly, and her feet dangle a few inches above ground, Alesywn does not stand down from her position. "Aye. She was though. Why, you could ask almost anyone in town. Don't you know, it is always the beloved who is the last to know?" From the position she is now in, though she has wielded her dagger, she is unable to do anything with it.
ARB: Alesywn has "passed" on her turn to attack.
[Pierce(#32225)]
The fire in Pierce's eyes flames more brightly, his normally dark eyes are entirely consumed with it: "Last to know? Last to know?" Pierce's voice takes an almost hysterical tone. "Yes, I was. Last to know she was murdered. But" his voice goes strangely quiet, "He shouldn'ta never have told me. No no." He shakes his head and serendipituously notices Aleswyn's dagger. "Oh?" He slams her hand against the tree, attempting to dislodge the weapon.
[Combat(#13388)->Pierce]
You forego your chance to attack.
[Alesywn(#21413)]
The funny thing about rage, is that often the results are not what one would've intended. When her hand is slammed against the tree, it only serves to place the weapon more firmly in her grip. Unfortunately, she is unable to do anything with that dagger, in the position she is currently. She struggles in an attempt to free herself, or at the very least her neck, from the man's grip.
[Pierce(#32225)]
While the rage may be unsuccessful at dislodging the weapon, it has not left him ill-equipped. He spits his words: "I tol' you not to use her name again!" And with that, the blacksmith changes his grip and hurls the woman to the ground. He turns away from her, for the first time since the taunting began, he notices that small pockets of people have gathered, or are cowering, near the edges of some of the houses. He growls and starts to move away from the woman. Incomprehensible words emit from under his breath as his fists alternate clenching.
You blindly attack Alesywn with your Bare Hands...
[Combat(#13388)->Pierce]
Your attack against Alesywn mildly wounds her!
[Daniel(#7705)]
The Chief comes running at full pace, accompanied by two constables. All of three of them bearing short swords at their hip; and all of three of them varying in stature. The slender chief, then short and full-bellied Gappy Mossleaf, and then Tad Thistlewool; the Chief's cousin. As the three come within view of the reported disturbance, the chief's eyes go wide at the sight of the woman being choked against the tree, and then thrown to the ground. The eyes widen more, perhaps with recognition, as he sees who it is that is on the ground. Daniels shouts loudly as he continues to rush forward, the two constables accompanying him closely, and drawing their swords. "You there! Step back!" The Chief's finger extends to point at Pierce, and then, a "Rushlight!" is shouted as well.
[Alesywn(#21413)]
Lying there on the ground, after having been thrown up against the tree and then tossed away to the ground, like yesterday's garbage, Alesywn appears heavily dazed, gasping for breath. Already bruises can be seen forming around her neck from where she was gripped tightly. The dagger, ironically, is still gripped firmly in her hand, even as she lies helplessly on the ground.
[Pierce(#32225)]
The new commotion brought on by the arrival of the constables catches Pierce's attention, but any hope of escape is quickly dashed as his name rings clear like a clarion. The call of "Rushlight" also produces an almost immediate sobering effect, and as quickly as the rage arrived, it dissapates. He stops moving, as directed, at most halfway between the tree and the closest house. He does not turn, but stares sightless towards the building, incapable or unwilling to turn and see the injured woman behind him.
--- At the last pose, I lost connection. So it may not have been seen. ---
A sneer follows Pierce's speech. "Aye. An accident. Interesting, though, that accidents seem to follow you," accuses Aleswyn. And, getting closer to him yet again, Aleswyn suggests, in a soft and menacing voice, meant to be heard only by the man before her. "This Anna of yours. Could it be that she was the victim of . . . " She trails off a moment, plotting her next words, ". . . an accident?" Clearly, she does not believe that such a thing could be possible.
[Pierce(#32225)]
The blacksmith freezes, even his breathing stop. A moment -- then the scars on his face and chest begin to turn a brilliant red. He glares at the elder woman before him and changes his stance. A step forward puts him almost chest to head with his accusor. "Your ire" his voice is a low gutteral growl, served most often by a wounded predator, "may be slow to quench, but it will fail you" his hands tremble with rage as moves towards his belt, stopping short of his weapon. "if you mention her name that way again." His eyes blaze with fire: "And it would be no accident."
[Alesywn(#21413)]
Rather than appearing intimidated, as she assumes the man expects of her, Alesywn is amused. She begins to laugh, not quite the orotund one typically associated with a humourous situation, but one that skirts on the border of annoyance. And then, just as suddenly as the laughter started, it stops. A look, colder than the ice which covers the pond in winter, seeps into Alesywn's grey eyes. "If you wish to use that hand again, I suggest you let it fall again to your side." Continuing now, her words spaced far apart so as to leave no doubt as to her meaning. "DO . . . NOT . . . EVER . . . AGAIN . . . THREATEN . . . ME!"
[Pierce(#32225)]
Her response was obviously not expected as is easily read in his eyes, but the man does not move. He does however let the hand contine its course -- down to his side, weapon unweilded. His voice does not change it's tenor: "You can say anything you want about me. It won't be nothing that hasn't been said already, behind my back or otherwise. But don't ever say anything about" and here his voice cracks - an odd mix of rage and anguish - "Anna." As he breathes the word, he turns from Aleswyn, esposing only reddening ears and the sound of his halting breath.
[Alesywn(#21413)]
Alesywn watches the man's arm as it drops back to his side, harmlessly away from the weapon. Even as she nods her head with approval, she is placing her hand on her own dagger. She does not speak yet. Perhaps she is thinking about Caermin, much the way Pierce is thinking about Anna. Then again, perhaps she is thinking about something else entirely. Whatever the reason, she remains silent for only a moment before again turning loquacious. "If I wish to speak of her, I shall. You are not the only one who has lost a mate to death." Though the words she speaks are not necessarily cruel, the tone of voice she employs is certainly. "And I cannot help but wonder if perhaps your Anna was the same sort of person as was my Caermin - and by that, I mean lose with her favors. Perhaps," she muses in a cruel manner, "your beloved tried laying claim to another woman's man, and the other woman took care of her, quite the same way I would have taken care of Tara had I been given the opportunity."
[Pierce(#32225)]
With his own back to Aleswyn, Pierce does not see the woman's action. He does however hear the words --- all too clearly. His shoulders start to shudder. "Oh Anna," the words are pained like a soul broken and in torment. He attempts to hold his breath, a futile effort to fully regain his composure.
[Alesywn(#21413)]
Hand still on her dagger, Alesywn regards the man curiously. Maybe she realizes she has pushed him too far. Then again, she doesn't appear to be running away in fear, so maybe that hasn't crossed her mind. She merely stands there, under the tree, watching to see what comes next.
[Pierce(#32225)]
A final sigh and the shoulders straighten. He whips around with the speed of a striking snake grabs Aleswyn by the neck and pushes her up against the tree, raising her feet a few inches off the ground. His face is full of rage. "Loose favours?" His words carry venom: "She wasn't loose!" He whispers the words "She was faithful." All this time, the other hand is not idle, but instead also goes towards the woman's face, though this not for support but as attack. He sends his hand through the air at her face.
You blindly attack Alesywn with your Bare Hands...
[Combat(#13388)->Pierce]
Your attack against Alesywn mildly wounds her!
[Alesywn(#21413)]
Apparently Alesywn had been anticipating the attack, for nearly as soon as the man pushes her against the tree, she has loosened and wielded her dagger. Though her throat is gripped tightly, and her feet dangle a few inches above ground, Alesywn does not stand down from her position. "Aye. She was though. Why, you could ask almost anyone in town. Don't you know, it is always the beloved who is the last to know?" From the position she is now in, though she has wielded her dagger, she is unable to do anything with it.
ARB: Alesywn has "passed" on her turn to attack.
[Pierce(#32225)]
The fire in Pierce's eyes flames more brightly, his normally dark eyes are entirely consumed with it: "Last to know? Last to know?" Pierce's voice takes an almost hysterical tone. "Yes, I was. Last to know she was murdered. But" his voice goes strangely quiet, "He shouldn'ta never have told me. No no." He shakes his head and serendipituously notices Aleswyn's dagger. "Oh?" He slams her hand against the tree, attempting to dislodge the weapon.
[Combat(#13388)->Pierce]
You forego your chance to attack.
[Alesywn(#21413)]
The funny thing about rage, is that often the results are not what one would've intended. When her hand is slammed against the tree, it only serves to place the weapon more firmly in her grip. Unfortunately, she is unable to do anything with that dagger, in the position she is currently. She struggles in an attempt to free herself, or at the very least her neck, from the man's grip.
[Pierce(#32225)]
While the rage may be unsuccessful at dislodging the weapon, it has not left him ill-equipped. He spits his words: "I tol' you not to use her name again!" And with that, the blacksmith changes his grip and hurls the woman to the ground. He turns away from her, for the first time since the taunting began, he notices that small pockets of people have gathered, or are cowering, near the edges of some of the houses. He growls and starts to move away from the woman. Incomprehensible words emit from under his breath as his fists alternate clenching.
You blindly attack Alesywn with your Bare Hands...
[Combat(#13388)->Pierce]
Your attack against Alesywn mildly wounds her!
[Daniel(#7705)]
The Chief comes running at full pace, accompanied by two constables. All of three of them bearing short swords at their hip; and all of three of them varying in stature. The slender chief, then short and full-bellied Gappy Mossleaf, and then Tad Thistlewool; the Chief's cousin. As the three come within view of the reported disturbance, the chief's eyes go wide at the sight of the woman being choked against the tree, and then thrown to the ground. The eyes widen more, perhaps with recognition, as he sees who it is that is on the ground. Daniels shouts loudly as he continues to rush forward, the two constables accompanying him closely, and drawing their swords. "You there! Step back!" The Chief's finger extends to point at Pierce, and then, a "Rushlight!" is shouted as well.
[Alesywn(#21413)]
Lying there on the ground, after having been thrown up against the tree and then tossed away to the ground, like yesterday's garbage, Alesywn appears heavily dazed, gasping for breath. Already bruises can be seen forming around her neck from where she was gripped tightly. The dagger, ironically, is still gripped firmly in her hand, even as she lies helplessly on the ground.
[Pierce(#32225)]
The new commotion brought on by the arrival of the constables catches Pierce's attention, but any hope of escape is quickly dashed as his name rings clear like a clarion. The call of "Rushlight" also produces an almost immediate sobering effect, and as quickly as the rage arrived, it dissapates. He stops moving, as directed, at most halfway between the tree and the closest house. He does not turn, but stares sightless towards the building, incapable or unwilling to turn and see the injured woman behind him.
--- At the last pose, I lost connection. So it may not have been seen. ---
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