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Writs, Rumours, and Whisperings

"Sacrifices" (aka Diebin Am Nacht),   by Timothy Parker

     

 
 
upon his face. "Come now lads! Let us dance!"
     The poleman lunged forward, hoping to skewer the Rogue like a pig on the spit, but Timeras was ready. Darting swiftly aside, he grasped the Fauchard behind the head and pulled the startled soldier forward off balance. Smashing his elbow into the guard's unprotected face, the Irishman twisted the lance up and out of its owner's grip. Planting the butt of the weapon hard into the stone walkway, O'Cuire pole-vaulted past him.
      Astonished at the daring move, the second guard could not react fast enough as Timeras swung both booted feet into his chest, knocking him stumbling back into the Black Knight, who cursed darkly. Whipping around, the Rogue whirled the pole-ax expertly about and turned his attention back to the first guard. Flourishing the weapon like a quarterstaff, he feinted with the blade at the hapless soldier's legs, then brought the haft winging down to crack him across the skull, sending him reeling. The guard, stunned and off-balance, pitched backwards. Finishing

    

 
 
what gravity had started, the Rogue gave the wildly flailing soldier a shove, toppling him off the wall. Timeras then gave the Fauchard a glance that suggested distaste, and tossed it after its master.
      O'Cuire turned to face the remaining two soldiers, sly grin intact upon his face. The 'bastard' sword slipped free its sheath with a resounding ring. He gave it an expert twirl. "Right. Who's next?"

 
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      Longshanks pulled shaft to cheek in one smooth motion, and his vision tunneled to his target – the dark plumage that adorned the Black Knight's Great Helm. He would have preferred Sieghard's oily locks, but they cowered still amongst the crowd of guardsmen. The archer was not a discriminate man. "Here, now, let me part that for you..." he started to murmur, when something strange happened. The image of the knight seemed to shimmer before his very eyes, like the heated air over a blacksmith's coals. There was a

     
 

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