RP channel logs: Lanciar, Czrel

[RP]: (Lanciar): As Ssolvarain is walking down the alleyway merrily thinking about how smart he thinks he is. Two streets over a large man is limping down a parallel alleyway.
[RP]: (Lanciar): As the man limps against the wall, his blood can be seen smeared wherever his arm touches.
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): The alley reeks of deep wounds and stale blood.
[RP]: (Lanciar): The man reaches a corner in the alleyway, he stops to check if anyone is watching.
[RP]: (Lanciar): A young Nyissan girl leans out a window down the alley, it's almost as if whe were meant to scare the man.
[RP]: Lanciar scoffs 'Imagine that, scared of a little girl.'
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): A little pale green snake slithers across the damp floor.
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): The wind blows softly, the window swinging gently.
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): The boxes by the alley lay quiet with ages of dust upon them.
[RP]: (Lanciar): Again the man struggles forward. looking for a safe haven in this city of filth.
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): The bend ahead of him leads to a garbage dump, while the alley continues into darkness.
[RP]: (Lanciar): In the middle of the alley, the man stops, slumping down against the wall to rest and get his bearings
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): The crescent moon tries her hardest to puncture the bellowing clouds to reach the city but with no avail.
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): Darkness was ubiquitous.
[RP]: (Lanciar): Looking at the map he mutters 'Where is that Consulate? It should be right around here.
[RP]: Lanciar says 'Aha! It should be at the end of this street.'
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): Although the heavy clouds cloaked the cold night skies, the wind still whispered into the swirling shadows.
[RP]: (Lanciar): Sighing as he stands, he begins his limping towards the Drasnian Consulate.
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): But will the maps he hold tell him the whole truth?
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): Nevertheless, he continues his way.
[RP]: (Lanciar): As he reaches the front entrance to the consulate, he collapses in a fit of coughing.
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): A Drasnian guard yawns.
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): The sudden coughing did nothing to make him more vigilant.
[RP]: (Lanciar): 'Is it always this slow around here?' the other guard asks.
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): He yawns again. 'You can bet on Issa's head that it is.'
[RP]: (Lanciar): 'But if it's this slow is there really any ne...' the guard stops has he hears a knock at the front gate.
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): The guard decides to slacken off and slowly lean his pike on the wall behind but the sound made him jump.
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): 'Who goes there?'
[RP]: Lanciar says 'Help.... '
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): The first guard glances at his partner.
[RP]: (Lanciar): 'Should we?'
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): 'I shouldn't. You go.' The first Drasnian whispers to his friend.
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): He steps back, his grip tightening on his pike.
[RP]: Lanciar rasps 'Can you please help me?'
[RP]: (Lanciar): 'You outrank me, you go.'
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): 'Go Khyed. He might need help.'
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): Khyed swallows hard.
[RP]: (Lanciar): 'Sure Khardan, easy for you to say that I should go.'
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): Khardan's brows furrow in frustration.
[RP]: (Lanciar): Khyed slowly moves towards the gate. 'Who goes there?'
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): The other guard follows close behind.
[RP]: Lanciar whispers 'I am a Cherek, I'm badly hurt, and I need assistance.'
[RP]: (Lanciar): 'Khardan, do you think he's telling the truth?'
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): The Drasnian guard remains silent. He slowly opens the gate a little to peep out.
[RP]: (Lanciar): 'Khardan, I'm gonna take a chance, I think he's too hurt to move.'
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): The old iron gate creaks as the guard eases it open.
[RP]: (Lanciar): 'Watch the door while I get him.'
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): Khardan nods.
[RP]: (Lanciar): Khyed leans his head out slowly to see if anyone else is nearby.
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): The moon did little to reveal the Cherek convulsing there.
[RP]: (Lanciar): The scared guard ran to the large man's side.
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): 'Watch it Khyed!' The guard warns his friend. 'He's... bleeding.'
[RP]: (Lanciar): 'What happened to you? Never mind, tell us when you are safe inside.'
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): Khardan passes his pike to his partner and gently hoists the Cherek onto his feet.
[RP]: (Lanciar): The young guard slung the Cherek over his shoulder
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): As Khyed shifts the Cherek into the courtyard, Khardan peers around and quickly steps back inside into the safety of the iron gates.

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