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Date Posted: 10:10:56 01/15/02 Tue
Author: Ravin
Subject: Another assassin to deal with
In reply to: Isobel 's message, "Lost Appetite" on 18:00:44 01/14/02 Mon

Ravin was listening to Jeremy ramble on when Isobel came up behind him with an urgent plea to speak with him alone. He let her lead him away from the rest of the group, wondering at the tenseness displayed in her body as she walked.

His eyes widened slightly when Isobel embraced him. Automatically, his arms slid around her, his hands coming to rest on the small of her back. When she moved a bit closer to whisper in his ear, a shiver of excitement ran down his spine.

After hearing what she had to say he went rigid, his momentary desire forgotten. Taking her hand in his, he led her back into the food tent, where she pointed to the body of the dead Jann. Ravin knelt beside the remains, his eyes taking in the marks on the woman's throat and fingers. He had to agree with Isobel's earlier assessment; a professional assassin committed the murder.

"We have to notify the first lieutenant," he said while getting to his feet. Together they made their way to Ardesmar, who conversed with clan members just outside the Sheik's tent. The man was not at all happy with the news they delivered. Immediately, he ordered a number of men to do a thorough search of the area beyond the camp, while two other Jann were instructed to retrieve the body of their fallen brethren.

"This is why the Sheik has chosen to portray an ogre," Ardesmar said, glancing from Isobel to Ravin. "Those who do not wish to see him as Amir of all the Haunted Land clans will attempt to assassinate him before he finds the Peacock Throne. We must all remain on high alert and protect the Sheik at all costs!"

The first lieutenant ended his words with a bow then ducked into the tent housing his beloved ruler. A worried look played upon Ravin's face when he turned to Isobel. "It seems that we may now have assassins after both Alakbar AND Sheik Daraba. The simple task of retrieving some branches for Queen Kazabet has suddenly turned into a nightmare."

While reaching for his ale flask, Ravin glanced at Justin. Thankfully, the merc hadn't moved from the front of the young prince's tent. Apparently, the man was taking his role as Alakbar's guard very seriously. Suddenly, Ravin's vision blurred then he caught sight of a dark robed man crawling in through the back of Alakbar's tent. The man held a cloth over the youth's face for a moment then proceeded to drag his unconscious body out the way he had entered.

When the thief blinked he found himself staring at Justin, who was lifting a flask to his mouth. Ravin's jaw fell open. "Vision!" he muttered when he realized what had just happened to him.

Leaving a rather stunned Isobel staring after him, Ravin ran forward, sweeping past the merc and rushing into Alakbar's tent. The throwing knife he had readied flew from his hand, sinking deep into the skin below the collarbone of the figure that was bending over the prince with a rag in his hand. The assassin reacted quickly; pulling out the blade and lining it back at the thief with ungodly speed. Ravin fell to his knees when the knife hit him in the chest, grazing a lung and missing his heart by a mere inch. He winced in pain and fought off unconsciousness while trying to ease another knife out from the sheath strapped around his thigh.

Although the Slayer was severely injured, he wasn't about to let that stop him from fleeing from the Jann camp with the prince in tow. Ignoring the blood that poured down from his neck, he held a blowpipe to his lips while grabbing Alakbar's shirt collar with his free hand. Before he could drag the youth from the tent Justin poked his head inside and was hit in the forehead by a sleep dart, which caused the merc to topple into unconsciousness instantly.

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