Welcome to the second Castleland Group Story! Anyone can still post things in the old thread, if they have anything else to add to the last posts that they feel is important, or if they want to tell what happened in the five years between the two stories.
While we are in there, don't talk unless absolutely necessary," Kazikana told Elwyn sternly.
"Don't worry," said Wilhelm, "I am sure Elwyn will do fine."
In the five years that had passed since the Jarithian War, Elwyn had tried many, many occupations, but found that if the job didn't involve adventure and an element of risk, it was not for him. In the past five years, Elwyn had sailed down to Holderkranz, the Black Falcon colony, to be a bodyguard for surveyors, and had been kidnapped by cannibalistic natives. He had served in the Wolfpack Underground, helping Wolfpack members to evade capture by King Benito's Normen Empire. He had even been a tailor, but soon found the job to be less than exciting.
Last month, he had joined up with a three bounty hunters: a Black Falcon man named Wilhelm von Knight, a Peachlandian woman named Zarahe, and a Sameri named Kazikana Mozuke. They were all just his style; loose cannons.
Currently, the Sameri Empire's leader, Sosukay Khan, had employed them to break into the castle of Lord Vlad, of the Morcian Moorlands, which was one of the few Morcian lands not conquered by Benito. What they were supposed to do, was break into the castle, find the treasury, and steal the “Legendary Sword of the Khans.” It all sounded pretty bizarre to Elwyn and the others, except Kazikana, but they accepted the job because it paid well.
Well, they were at Vlad's fortress, but how were you supposed to get in? Kazikana studied one of the towers closely. Finally, he said, “Ah, here is what I looking for! See open window?” the group looked closely and saw it, “We go in there. Where rope?” he asked in broken Common Talk.
“I got it,” answered Zarahe.
“How are we going to secure it? That window is at least seven stories up,” Elwyn wanted to know.
“I climb up and attach it,” responded Kazikana in a matter-of-fact tone.
“You are crazier than a hoot-owl!” Elwyn exclaimed disbelievingly.
The group silently stole through the bushes, towards the tower. Once they all reached it, they made ready to execute their plan. First though, Kazikana had to scale the wall. He dug his fingers into a crack in the stone; then his foot, then his other hand, which was followed by his other foot. Up he went like a monkey. Kazikana was the groups resident acrobat and thief, supposedly able to steal a beaver coat with the beaver still in it. He was nice enough to talk to, but his past? Eh, he kept that to himself, leading some to believe he was a criminal. His chief characteristic were his neatly combed black hair and his love of stealing things.
Zarahe was one year older than Elwyn, and had a similar personality. Their pasts, however, were totally different; while Elwyn was the son of a Ruratainian farmer, she was the daughter of an infamous Peachlandian burglar, who stole from actual dons. Her chief characteristic was her dark brown hair which she wore pulled back and her habit of constantly sharpening her throwing knives.
Wilhelm was the group's brute force. He was 40, but he still had the stuff to pack a monstrous wallop or lift a huge amount of weight. He had once been a gladiator in the Black Falcon arenas. His chief characteristic was his shaggy blond hair and an ugly scar on the left side of his face; a souvenier from his gladiator days.
Elwyn looked on nervously as Kazikana neared the open window...
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