Kris here –
I had a bit too much coffee yesterday, so after doing the dishes and cleaning a bunch I threw down a quick story.
Carrick bit down on his shirt. Hard. The two needles he wielded fishing the weaponized leech out from the wound on his chest. Temples pounding, he almost passed out with relief as he saw the venom sac extracted intact. Well relief, and pain.
He opted to leave the other half embedded in his ribs until he made it out of here. The bone leech might take a rib or two, but without the venom sac it was relatively harmless compared to his pursuers.
His racing pulse slowed enough to let him hear the voices outside the building. The good news was that throwing his shirt into another house had distracted them for a while. The bad news was that he was hiding in a residential block where the homes were all connected, and the enemy clan members were setting fire to the whole thing.
Carrick tucked his intel into the sash at his waist and hoped nothing happened to his pants.
He carried his trusty needles with him as always and still had a hornet grenade, but that was it. He ran through a brief list of options and cursed his luck. His light travelling had almost paid off, he’d managed to get the sacred scroll before anyone realized that he’d been the one to cause the stampede. He hadn’t counted on the rhino crashing through the temple wall though.
Well, no matter. He was here now, he just had to find a way to get outside the walls.
The door splintered in the next room as it was kicked the hinges. Carrick lept from his seat and held on to a ceiling support over the doorway for dear life. He took a few steadying breaths. His heart slowed. The world slowed.
A gruff, beast of a man clad in plate armor peeked through the doorway looking for the intruder. Smashing his heavy steel mace into the mattress, the soldier violenty flipped the bed-frame before realizing his mistake. Carrick waited until the man’s hands were full with the bed and then dropped from his perch, burying his twin needles into the the big mans’ spine.
The soldier screamed in pain briefly before being choked with the venom sac. Carrick punctured the other man’s windpipe to prevent him from crying out, and fished through the bag at his belt.
He pulled a large hunting horn out, and an idea sprang into his mind. Moving fast, Carrick buried the hornet grenade into the soldier’s mouth after giving it a good shake and tied the pin to a strip of cloth connected to his heavy mace. Making sure the wide, terrified eyes were riveted to his every move, Carrick then bound the others’ arms and tied his hands to the mace as well. Then made a quick blindfold.
He slid the bed against the bedroom door then, and used the armored-man to wedge the bed into place for a bit more leverage. He broke the lock bar off of the window and peered out into the shadows. Taking note of his enemies, he blew a strong, clear note into the disturbed night. Smiling at the sounds of alarm coming from all around, he waited a minute while they all converged on the door to the apartment.
A troop of guards swarmed the front room and started kicking in the door to the bedroom feverishly. Once no more men were outside, he slipped out the window and silently closed the front door, using the windows’ locking bar to jam the door from the outside. Then he crossed the street and scaled a smaller building as another troop rounded the corner.
A chorus of screams rang into the night, drawing the attention of the new guards while he slipped away.
Carrick slunk through the shadows, only stopping once to grab a sleeping man from his bed. Bound and gagged, he carried his distraction to a room above the hole in the wall he’d created in his entrance earlier. He confirmed the location of each of the guards, then hurled the man from a balcony and rolling down the hill.
As the men ran to the screaming figure, Carrick slipped into the night.