Post by Dios Sarvo on Apr 7, 2014 3:30:30 GMT -5
Time seemed indiscernible the further one traversed into the Shade Mountains. The vibrant glow of day lay diminished by the blackened hues that littered the mountain face, yet the night would be set aglow by the lustrous white stones that reflected the dancing aurora that lavished itself upon the rocky plateau. It truly was a place of unending twilight, and Dios couldn't help but feel a strange resonance whenever he would set foot upon the mountain. Lost in introspection for a moment, his eyes trailed upwards to the ethereal light that danced amidst the darkened skies before shaking himself from his hazy daydream.
"This is no time to be thinking about the past...those days are gone...long gone. The future is what matters now, and once the Nightmare is dead, then everything will be set." The man's glassy-eyed look of indifference broke to show a sly grin, no doubt inspired by his wandering thoughts.
Snapping back to reality and a more furtive disposition, Dios glanced back to his "allies" from under the shade of his travelling cloak. Motioning them to a sheer rock face, he pressed his back against it, peering slightly around the corner to meet eyes with an all to familiar gap in the craggy terrain. A mountainous region such as this was a rogue's playground filled with all manner of nooks and crannies. It was that that made the Shade Mountains such a perfect location for a hideout, as only those who were taught the terrain knew which crevasses were an entrance, and which were beckoning darkness.
"Alright, muscle, let's review..." Dios had already figured that he wouldn't be able to rely on the heavily armoured Justicar and the Ignisian Swordsman to match the kind of stealth they'd need to sneak through the assassins den, so the plan was to hit them fast and hit them hard. "Ms.Banders, you'll lead the charge on the front door, with myself and Mister Loque following behind. We'll need that door sundered open in one clean hit, but I suspect a wooden door shouldn't be to much trouble for a stout young lass like yourself. From there, we should only have to worry about some three to four guards, and they shouldn't be much trouble for myself or our Ignisian chum here. Be warned though, if even one of them happens to get away, that place will go on lockdown and our mission will become a whole lot harder. This needs to be clean, efficient, and merciless. To aim for anything less is to jeopardize our chances here. Do I make myself clear?" The man's tone conveyed well the severity of the situation, and Dios could only hope that things would go as he had planned, but much of that depended on the two before him, and he couldn't help put feel a almost tangible sense of dread loom over him at the thought..
Glossing over his last question as mere rhetoric, Dios set his eyes upon Natalya with a serious gaze. One that betrayed the man's more commonly aloof persona.
"Just give the word, and lead us in, Ms. Banders," he whispered as his hands readied his blades. "And remember, give them no mercy nor quarter."
"This is no time to be thinking about the past...those days are gone...long gone. The future is what matters now, and once the Nightmare is dead, then everything will be set." The man's glassy-eyed look of indifference broke to show a sly grin, no doubt inspired by his wandering thoughts.
Snapping back to reality and a more furtive disposition, Dios glanced back to his "allies" from under the shade of his travelling cloak. Motioning them to a sheer rock face, he pressed his back against it, peering slightly around the corner to meet eyes with an all to familiar gap in the craggy terrain. A mountainous region such as this was a rogue's playground filled with all manner of nooks and crannies. It was that that made the Shade Mountains such a perfect location for a hideout, as only those who were taught the terrain knew which crevasses were an entrance, and which were beckoning darkness.
"Alright, muscle, let's review..." Dios had already figured that he wouldn't be able to rely on the heavily armoured Justicar and the Ignisian Swordsman to match the kind of stealth they'd need to sneak through the assassins den, so the plan was to hit them fast and hit them hard. "Ms.Banders, you'll lead the charge on the front door, with myself and Mister Loque following behind. We'll need that door sundered open in one clean hit, but I suspect a wooden door shouldn't be to much trouble for a stout young lass like yourself. From there, we should only have to worry about some three to four guards, and they shouldn't be much trouble for myself or our Ignisian chum here. Be warned though, if even one of them happens to get away, that place will go on lockdown and our mission will become a whole lot harder. This needs to be clean, efficient, and merciless. To aim for anything less is to jeopardize our chances here. Do I make myself clear?" The man's tone conveyed well the severity of the situation, and Dios could only hope that things would go as he had planned, but much of that depended on the two before him, and he couldn't help put feel a almost tangible sense of dread loom over him at the thought..
Glossing over his last question as mere rhetoric, Dios set his eyes upon Natalya with a serious gaze. One that betrayed the man's more commonly aloof persona.
"Just give the word, and lead us in, Ms. Banders," he whispered as his hands readied his blades. "And remember, give them no mercy nor quarter."
