Post by Admin on Aug 15, 2020 0:10:52 GMT
Midnight Hands (Hawke, Adarian)(Unfinished)(Elsewhere)
(OOC: combined threads for the previous site)
Elijah Hawke
The icy spray produced by the water crashing into the rocks chilled Hawke to the bone as he stepped out of the small boat, carefully placing the oars on bottom of the craft and retrieving a large backpack. The coast was barely visible in the pre-dawn hours and he couldn't help but glance over his shoulder. Elijah had gone to great lengths to make sure that he wasn't followed. He had made this trips hundred of times with the same precautions but still, he had to be certain. Hawke made his way up the creaking and decrepit old pier, keeping his p-coat clenched tightly around him. He retrieved his wand and for a moment thought of lighting his way but he quickly decided that it was for the best that he stayed in the dark. He hadn't heard from Cambria in weeks and he was beginning to worry that he was being followed everywhere he went.
Hawke stepped off the pier and walked along the winding dirt road. He passed small cottages and farms as he made his way through the country side until he finally reach a small dirt path with a windowless stone structure at the end. Elijah quickly made his way up the path and waved his his wand once he reached the locked wooden door at the front of the structure. The click of the door unlocking seemed deafeningly loud in the silence of the early morning. The sudden noise caused the man to jump and he quickly spun around, wand at the ready. His eyes scanned the dark landscape but he found nothing to be out of sorts. The door creaked as Elijah turned and slowly pushed it open. He heard the rattling of chains and readied his wand once more. He must be awake, Hawke thought softly speaking the incantation to light his wand.
The man entered the small stone house, not bothering to look towards his prisoner. He quickly made his way to a small table and emptied the contact of the back onto it. There was basic foods and medical supplies. He also produced a few flasks of water. Elijah picked up a box of matches and lit the candle that sat on the table. Another rattling of the chains caught Hawke's attention before he felt a blinding pain engulfed his his right wrist and before he could react, another flash of pain came from the back of his head as he felt something hard strike him. Hawke tried to steady himself on the table but felt an even heavier blow strike him on the right temple. Everything slowly faded to black as Hawke swooned and fell to the stone floor, blood pooling up under his head
Adarian Ackland
Silence and darkness were two things that Adarian had become used to in his time in the small shack. He knew only what he'd seen from the visits he received from Hawke, Cambria Banes' right hand man. The shack was indeed small. There were three rooms at the most. The main room doubled as a kitchen/social room and there were two small rooms that Adarian assumed were the bedroom and the loo. He knew that there was one table with a candle in the main room that sat across the way. It was where Hawke unloaded the supplies on visits and it would be the best place to strike. Through the haze that came from exhaustion and lack of food, Adarian managed to work up the concentration free himself from his bonds. The captive stood up for what felt like the first times in weeks and his muscles ached. He gave a good stretch and pulled the chains from the wall. He knew that his wand was with Hawke and he would have to go through his captor to get it back.
Adarian had no sense of time in this windowless place. All he could do now was wait. The wizard crouched down by the door with the chain wrapped around his hand. Hawke adept at hand to hand combat and would make sure work of Adarian if he wasn't caught off guard. Adarian slowed his breathing and prepared himself for what was about to come. It seemed like days had passed with Adarian sitting crouched by the door but at last, he heard the lock click and then the door creak open.
The silhouette of another person could vaguely be seen in the small shack and Adarian listened as a bag was placed on the table and carefully emptied. He stood silently, careful not to rattle the chains. He heard a match being struck and the sudden flash of light hurt his eyes causing him to step back. Th rattling of the chain seemed to echo through the room as Hawke lit the candle. Adarian knew the man had heard it and had no choice but to attack now. As Hawke went for his wand, Adarian struck the man's right wrist with the chains. As Hawke dropped his wand, Adarian quickly wrapped the chains around his fist and smashed it into the back of the man's head and then quickly followed up with a blow to Hawke's right temple.
Hawke crumpled to the stone floor, blood pooling up behind his head. Adarian dropped the chain and was on the man in a flash. "Where is she? Where is Banes?" He voice soft Irish accent has forsaken its usual charming brogue for a visceral nature. Adarian leaned closer to the man who tried to speak but he could only make out one word. "Dead." In that moment, Adarian lost all sense of himself. "DEAD!?" He yelled at Hawke. "How? When?" Adarian violent shook the injured man but it made no difference. Hawke wouldn't give him anymore information now.
He let go of the now lifeless man and made his way to the bag. Luckily there was a spare change of clothes. After putting them on and taking Hawke's boots, he was ready to finally leave captivation. Adarian quickly packed the supplies back into the backpack and made his way out the door, locking it behind him. Adarian had never taken a life before and as his rage subsided, it was beginning to hit him. If Banes was, was Hawke coming there to free him, he wondered. Should he have been so violent with the man? Adarian's mind was wracked with questions now that the deed was done. However, there was no time to think of such things now. He had to get back to civilization. With that, he turned on his heels and disappeared in the early morning fog. He re-appeared in a family place, just outside the Three Broomsticks. He checked the back and found a few coins. it was enough for a decent meal, at least. Adarian shrugged, and made his way into the tavern.
(OOC: combined threads for the previous site)
Elijah Hawke
The icy spray produced by the water crashing into the rocks chilled Hawke to the bone as he stepped out of the small boat, carefully placing the oars on bottom of the craft and retrieving a large backpack. The coast was barely visible in the pre-dawn hours and he couldn't help but glance over his shoulder. Elijah had gone to great lengths to make sure that he wasn't followed. He had made this trips hundred of times with the same precautions but still, he had to be certain. Hawke made his way up the creaking and decrepit old pier, keeping his p-coat clenched tightly around him. He retrieved his wand and for a moment thought of lighting his way but he quickly decided that it was for the best that he stayed in the dark. He hadn't heard from Cambria in weeks and he was beginning to worry that he was being followed everywhere he went.
Hawke stepped off the pier and walked along the winding dirt road. He passed small cottages and farms as he made his way through the country side until he finally reach a small dirt path with a windowless stone structure at the end. Elijah quickly made his way up the path and waved his his wand once he reached the locked wooden door at the front of the structure. The click of the door unlocking seemed deafeningly loud in the silence of the early morning. The sudden noise caused the man to jump and he quickly spun around, wand at the ready. His eyes scanned the dark landscape but he found nothing to be out of sorts. The door creaked as Elijah turned and slowly pushed it open. He heard the rattling of chains and readied his wand once more. He must be awake, Hawke thought softly speaking the incantation to light his wand.
The man entered the small stone house, not bothering to look towards his prisoner. He quickly made his way to a small table and emptied the contact of the back onto it. There was basic foods and medical supplies. He also produced a few flasks of water. Elijah picked up a box of matches and lit the candle that sat on the table. Another rattling of the chains caught Hawke's attention before he felt a blinding pain engulfed his his right wrist and before he could react, another flash of pain came from the back of his head as he felt something hard strike him. Hawke tried to steady himself on the table but felt an even heavier blow strike him on the right temple. Everything slowly faded to black as Hawke swooned and fell to the stone floor, blood pooling up under his head
Adarian Ackland
Silence and darkness were two things that Adarian had become used to in his time in the small shack. He knew only what he'd seen from the visits he received from Hawke, Cambria Banes' right hand man. The shack was indeed small. There were three rooms at the most. The main room doubled as a kitchen/social room and there were two small rooms that Adarian assumed were the bedroom and the loo. He knew that there was one table with a candle in the main room that sat across the way. It was where Hawke unloaded the supplies on visits and it would be the best place to strike. Through the haze that came from exhaustion and lack of food, Adarian managed to work up the concentration free himself from his bonds. The captive stood up for what felt like the first times in weeks and his muscles ached. He gave a good stretch and pulled the chains from the wall. He knew that his wand was with Hawke and he would have to go through his captor to get it back.
Adarian had no sense of time in this windowless place. All he could do now was wait. The wizard crouched down by the door with the chain wrapped around his hand. Hawke adept at hand to hand combat and would make sure work of Adarian if he wasn't caught off guard. Adarian slowed his breathing and prepared himself for what was about to come. It seemed like days had passed with Adarian sitting crouched by the door but at last, he heard the lock click and then the door creak open.
The silhouette of another person could vaguely be seen in the small shack and Adarian listened as a bag was placed on the table and carefully emptied. He stood silently, careful not to rattle the chains. He heard a match being struck and the sudden flash of light hurt his eyes causing him to step back. Th rattling of the chain seemed to echo through the room as Hawke lit the candle. Adarian knew the man had heard it and had no choice but to attack now. As Hawke went for his wand, Adarian struck the man's right wrist with the chains. As Hawke dropped his wand, Adarian quickly wrapped the chains around his fist and smashed it into the back of the man's head and then quickly followed up with a blow to Hawke's right temple.
Hawke crumpled to the stone floor, blood pooling up behind his head. Adarian dropped the chain and was on the man in a flash. "Where is she? Where is Banes?" He voice soft Irish accent has forsaken its usual charming brogue for a visceral nature. Adarian leaned closer to the man who tried to speak but he could only make out one word. "Dead." In that moment, Adarian lost all sense of himself. "DEAD!?" He yelled at Hawke. "How? When?" Adarian violent shook the injured man but it made no difference. Hawke wouldn't give him anymore information now.
He let go of the now lifeless man and made his way to the bag. Luckily there was a spare change of clothes. After putting them on and taking Hawke's boots, he was ready to finally leave captivation. Adarian quickly packed the supplies back into the backpack and made his way out the door, locking it behind him. Adarian had never taken a life before and as his rage subsided, it was beginning to hit him. If Banes was, was Hawke coming there to free him, he wondered. Should he have been so violent with the man? Adarian's mind was wracked with questions now that the deed was done. However, there was no time to think of such things now. He had to get back to civilization. With that, he turned on his heels and disappeared in the early morning fog. He re-appeared in a family place, just outside the Three Broomsticks. He checked the back and found a few coins. it was enough for a decent meal, at least. Adarian shrugged, and made his way into the tavern.