Background: Adelina left two of her three main guards at the house to search for her brother, Lyren, who had run off again. She had to take a trip down to the South Docks to meet a hired man from her lands up north. It was late, and the streets on the South Docks are normally empty at night, so she thought there would be no problem and one guard would be more than enough. To her regret, she was quite wrong.

Characters:
Adelina - High Seat of House Tiigril
Vaan - her abductor
Linden - Cairhienin General
Lyren - Youngest Noble of House Tiigril
Relovic - Head of House Voraneth

Vaan stumbles over an uprooted strone in the street and his haunched shoulders collide with the soldiers midsection with his weight, bearing both men down. Theplanning allows the man in the cloak to drop a knife into his fingers. It begins to dip with the guard as he feints a fall himself.

The guard is caught offguard, and falls back a little. Adelina stops, frowning, glancing back to see what the trouble is. Niether of them cry out for help yet. The lady looks offended the someone would dare disturb her while she walks.

Vaan's palm braces itself against the hilt and allows his fall to push the dagger into the man's chest. The fall adding momentum and the wight of the man himself pushing the knife hilt deep into the chest as both crash into the damp stones.

Adelina does make a sound now, a small squeak. The guard tries to call out, but blood gurgles in his throat and he goes limp under the wieght of the man, knife deep in his chest. The lady seems shocked.

Vaan wrenches his knife free, turning around to stand to his full height. The demeanor of the decrepid man is gone and the scowl across his face is one of a feral predator, "Quiet!" he hisses, waving the soiled knife in the woman's face, as he closes within her form in an instant, and an iron vice takes her left elbow, "Move." he hisses again, the damp knife against her neck, the warm clammy blood running down the skin of the neck as he twists the elbow, and pushes you toward s a warehouse.

Adelina mouth works soundlessly for a moment, looking at the blood, flinching away from the knife at her neck and groaning a little as her elbow is twisted. She moves slowly, composure broken for the moment.

Vaan bends the elbow back further, almost to the breaking point, but his bloody knife provides motivation for silence. "Move." he hisses again, in your ears this time.

Adelina moves as fast as possible, swallowing a little.

[You go into the Old Warehouse.]

Darkened Room: Cairhien, Cairhien
As you enter the room you may wonder if anyone has lived here in a long time. There is only one candle, sitting on the floor near an old bed, that looks as if it may fall apart at almost any moment. The matress is damp, as is the floor, showing that the cieling has not been tending to in years. The fireplace has years worth of ash in it, though it looks as if it has not been used for five winters at least. Dust laces everything that is not damp with the recent rains. The room smells of mold, and water, along with other things. The windows have been boarded closed, as has the door. The only way in or out is though a special passage in the floor from below. In all this is not a pleasent place.

Vaan releases your elbow, but only to lash your wrists together with damp and crude rope that cuts into the skin, then he does the same to your ankles before tossing you into the ashes to utterly destroy your damp clothing beyond recognition. Without a word he leaves and returns in about five minutes.

Adelina winces at the rough handling, but by the time you return she is sitting up straight, face calm, as if she isn't in a great deal of pain. Her eyes narrow at you when you return though. Her hair is out of it's tower, resting at her shoulders in curls. Her face has damp dirt smuges on it.

Vaan comes straight up to you and taking a handful of the damp soot, tosses it into not only your face but also runs fists of it through your hair and clothes, which he proceeds to detoriate till they resembles some tavern wrenches' outfit. All this he does without a word nor expression save a deep scowl across his face.

Adelina closes her eyes as all this is done to her, but she doesn't move an inch. If all else she sniffs and has a look of disgust on her face, as if you were below her in every way. Finally she says, "You'll never get away with this. My brother will find you, and then you'll loathe the day your mother laid eyes on your father."

Vaan's fist comes up into your face without warning, jarring the jaw and drawing blood from the cheeks and lips. His expression doesn't change as he examines your face as he would a horse, as if to make sure the bruise only added to the picture he paints. "Don't eat the soot however hungry or thirsty you get." he simply says standing up, "I can't have you dying on me yet." as he walks away towards the flickering candle.

Adelina works her jaw for a moment, and then turns her eyes back at you and spits at you, then braces for another hit, expecting to get one. Blood is dripping out of her nose, and there will be a nice bruise on her cheek for a few days. At least her nose isn't broken though.

Vaan doesn't bother, instead just runs a hand across the streak. "Keep the moisture." he half smirks at you, through the thick whiskers, "You'll be licking that up tomorow morning." As he slumps before the candle, the cold drizzle from the chimney begins to collect into the ash of your skin and hair making it almost a second skin. As if on a second thought, he rises up and comes over, and with a damp rag the stench of which almost makes one nautious, he gags you securely.

Adelina fights as she is being gaged, trying to get words out, "Don't... talk..." She cringes slightly at the smell and the dampness of the rag, tears wanting to form in her eyes, but she is fighting them back, allowing her eyes to show only hate.

Vaan returns to his place of rest and almost slips into a slumber, secure in your silence and restraint and disfigurement. He draws a bottle from somewhere, uncorcks it, and proceeds to drink from it.

Adelina stares daggers at you, no longer trying to struggle visibly, but she does seem to be testing the ropes on her hands a little, and examining the room with her eyes. She looks as if she wants to ask questions, but obviously she can't.

Vaan's expression is captivated by the bottle for a while, then he slips his eyes over at yours and a smile grows on his face, "Struggle all you want... just cut off your hands for all I care, bloody noble..." his muttering trails away to other non-flattering titles.

Adelina sneers at you and mumbles from behind her gag, but no words can be made out. Other than the fact that they are not happy. Blood visibally stains the rope around her wrists, along with the sleeve of her dress.

Vaan tosses back a long drink before barking a laugh, "Bloody noble .." his colorful metaphors continue, as he strides over to tighten your chords and loosens your gag, "What is your wish, oh majesty?" he asks in a very scornful tone.

Adelina works her mouth a little and asks in a husky voice, "What do you want, who hired you, and how do you plan to get away with this?" Like you'll say all of that, but she speaks in a way as if she thinks you should.

Vaan smirks and stands up, "Get away? By taking your skin. I only work to get paid for taking blood... and I get paid in advance. I hate you all nobles, I'll gladly kill one for the other, then kill the first one too for the Lights sake. Bloody tyrants.." he mutters off again.

Adelina takes a few deep breaths, "Then why didn't you just kill me before? With my guard? Why all this? Whatever you want you will not get it." She adds with all the conviction one can, "My brother will find me and kill you."

Vaan turns around in fury, and with one hand, holds you against the chimney. The other smashes his bottle into the wall beside your face, "Because you are what you are!" he screams in near hysteria, his eyes wide as saucers and very white in the darkness.

Adelina makes shocked gasps as she is pushed against the chimney, flinching away from the glass as it explodes near her face, a small slash forms on her jawline where glass hit, blood forming a thin like. Her mouth moves slowly, then she manages with some calm, "I've never done anything to you. I'll... I'll do something to make this better, just let me go."

Vaan throws you back into the damp chimney with one hand, his bloodied hand leaving streaks across your face, "You could never make it up." he hisses slowly, "Never give back life you took."

Adelina flinches again, gasping at the impact. After a long moment she looks at you, and asks softly, "Who...?"

Vaan's hand closes around your throat, "You." he growls, eyes filling your vision with their intensity and hatred, "You!" they begin to choke you for a long suffocating moment before he releases his hold and stumbles back to his blankets.

Adelina coughs, gasping for breath. Tears have finally broken into her eyes because of sheer pain, but she keeps more than two from rolling down her cheeks. Her voice is hoarse when she says softly, "Who are you... *cough* Accusing me of killing?"

Vaan returns with a pair of chords to bind your feet to the chimney's rusted metal and half gag you. Then, he returns to his blankets, without answering. "you'll die soon..." he mutters as he works, "I'll kill you good."

Adelina tries to speak around the half-gag, and manages a few audiable words, "Don't... kill... me... more... money... alive... brother... would... pay... ransom... piles of gold... see me alive..." She coughs, and slouches back tired from pain and stress, eyes sagging a moment.

Vaan doesn't seem to care, as he wraps himself up and turns his back to you. Asleep or not, you can't tell.

Adelina looks around at the ground beside her, eyes searching, seemingly looking for something. Her eyes stop on the shards of glass from the broken bottle. She looks up toward you momentarially, to see if there is any response.

Vaan doesn't stir, his back to you and head slumped against the floor.

Adelina moves awkwardly and cringes in pain as the ropes twist and eat at her hands and ankles. She's trying to get closer to one of the shards of glass... maybe she can get herself out of this... Maybe...

Vaan raises his head, as if woken from a deep dream, and sits up, his back still to you.

Adelina slumpts down instantly, trying to look half asleep or dead, which isn't hard because she's so tired she can barely move anyway. She wasn't even close to the glass yet.

Vaan shakes his head as if shaking off a dream and turns to look at you with a deep scowl of hatred. He turns his face around again and falls down after a few minutes, to his semi-awake state

Adelina tries to move towards the closest shard of glass, about half a foot away from her now. She tries twisting her body to see if she can grab it with her tied hands... pain... blood... twisting... She can't help but let a few tears fall. Each movement dyes more of the rope red, and it will takes hours at this speed to get into the right position to grab up the shard, but she's not going to stop trying.

Vaan stays still, but this time, the intrusion comes in the form of a second man bursting into the room. He fixes Adelina with a stern look before moving towards Vaan.

Adelina grunts and relaxes again, looking as innocent as a six month old kitten. She was just trying to get some water. Yes. There's a puddle near her. She wasn't even near the glass.

Vaan wakes up as the visitor shakes him awake, and mutters to him. A few words escape...

Adelina mutters around her gag, "Thirsty. Could use... water." Only half of each word gets through.

Vaan mutters to himself, "Someone... some... her... Bloody fool tore... up... the... the... half... the... down here... you... who... is,..."

Adelina slumps down again, giving up asking. Oddly she plans the slump just right to where she's closer to the shard.

Vaan shakes his head at the man and jerks his head towards Adelina before shrugging and muttering indecipherable words. he give Adelina a cold glance over his shoulder once, "Thirsty? I told you you'd be licking up that spit." the entrant barks a cruel laugh before leaving, "Watch yerself", he warns Vaan before leaving.

Adelina closes her eyes and says nothing in return, sitting as limp as possibly, trying to slouch toward the glass a little bit at a time. A very little bit at a time. Movement that is almost invisible. The tears now streak the ash, blood and dirt on her face.

Vaan stands up and walks over to the girl, "In." he growls, snapping his fingers towards the hearth, his boots unconciously crushing the glass.

Adelina blinks, grumbles and nods, coughing as she moves enough to get back into the heath, but her skirt catches against something and drags it back as well. A glass shard that she hadn't seen. Unfortunatly it makes too much noice as it scrapes against the ground likely drawing attention. She continues to move, not pausing for an instant. The pain is so bad she just wants to get it over by resting again.

Vaan steps on the skirt itself, almost tearing it from the girl as his crushes the glass. Unceremoniously, he resecures the thong in the chimney and returns.

End scene

Rumors flit through Cairhien. With the presense of Aes Sedai people thought that nothing could top it, but a cry late in the night changed that. A Guard, wearing the colors of House Tiigril, was found by a fisherman in the River Alguenya. Where the body was dumped in is unknown, but it is said that it must have been going down river for a good time. Also, a represinitive from Tiigril's estates up north complained that the Lady Adelina, the High Seat, did not appear at the apointed time of their meeting. Also some maids and other servents complained that she did not return to the main house. This is not like the Lady at all. Could the favorite for the Sun Throne have been the newest victum of assassination? Rumors of the attempt of her life in Tar Valon months past flit around as well. Could there be a connection? Could there be a connection to the recient, terrible murders of House Mandor? People within the House can only hope that the Creator will protect Adelina, and that she will be fine. What will this mean for the Sun Throne? Who is responsible for this? If she is not dead where is she? Rumors flit, rumors carry, and they don't seem to be dying out. Both Adelina's parents were assassinated. The past two Heads of House Tiigril died under questionable means. The recient laws against weapons within city Gates does not seem to be enough protection. The Game is getting dangerous. Deadly. And who's blood will be spilled next? Only time will tell.

The Rescue

Relovic has just come out of the main door to his house and is making his way down the ramp as Lyren enters the courtyard. Giving a nod of respect he makes his way to the bottom of the ramp. His eyes appear hard and peer out of a neutral but stern face. He waits till he is closer before greeting Lyren.

Relovic reaches the bottom of the ramp and makes his way towards Lyren. "This may not be a good day, but let us hope it turns out to be Lord Lyren." he says in greeting, his tone almost as neutral as his expression.

Lyren nods his head in return, forgoing the greeting this time around. "Perhaps not. But the days are only going to get worse....

Relovic replies in a tone that implies that the weather was not the only thing he was referring to. "Shall we start our hunt for your sister?"

Lyren nods his head. "It is dark enough.. the rain will provide some cover, at least."

Relovic nods also, "Yes, the rain could be a blessing that way. Will you let the place of your sister's imprisonment be known now, or will I find out when we arrive there?"

Lyren shakes his head, and starts for the door.. "All I know is that she is down in the south harbor, somewhere...

Relovic keeps his thoughts to himself. He follows Lyren and picks up a few of his own guards for extra eyes, ears and arms.

[Change of location, Warehouse District: Cairhien]

Relovic walks behind Lyren, casting his gaze around the area as if looking for a sign of Adelina, although what he would see is beyond him.

Lyren takes a deep breath, before waves of despair wash over him.. then immediately orders most of his guards to spread out, in pairs... to search the neighboring warehouses. With explicit orders to shout at any sign of trouble.. or any sign of his sister.

Relovic glances at Lyren as he orders his guards to spread out. He himself sends a few of his along with them with the same instructions. "It might be best if we search some of the warehouses nearer the river. Was that guard of your House not found dead near the river?" he comments as Linden enters the area.

Lyren nods his head. "They all were. Though the shrewd would never leave his kill right near his lair..

Relovic gives a small shrug. "Maybe, but it is at least a place to start."

Lyren nods.. "True enough. Alright.. the rest of you heard him... By the river. Let us see if we can find any clues..

The heavy sound of booted strides slowly rises as five Cairhienin Guardsmen enter the area. Captain Asher seems to be accompanying this patrol, although he seems more an observer than an actual participant in the watch. Catching sight of Relovic and Lyren skulking around the buildings, he makes a small gesture to the Corporal in the patrol, who takes the rest of the men along the rest of their rounds. Linden then moves casually over towards the two, idly curious at their behavior.

Relovic hears the approaching man almost immediately for some reason and turns his head to glance in that direction. Seeing Captain Asher he says quietly to Lyren, "We have some company that might prove useful." His sword is hidden under a cloak that protects from the rain and his gaze that is somehow different stares at the approaching captain.

Lyren raises an eyebrow, then turns to look as well, making out the shape approaching through the rain. Shifting his cloak slightly, to further conceal his slim blade, Lyren nods his head. "Let us hope so..

Linden approaches the pair with a calm expression, but with eyes bright in anticipation, "Have you found the building yet, Voraneth?" he says softly once he reaches the pair, rain pattering mutely against his plate and cloak.

Lyren catches sight of one of his house guards signaling.. "I think we may have found something.

Relovic wears a neutral expression as he answers Captain Asher but stops short as Lyren speaks up. He looks towards the signaling guard "It seems we might have found something now."

The guard come running towards the group, pausing to catch his breath.. and then he lets go with his explanation.. "That building, over there, milords.. We think we saw a light... and though it's supposed to be abandoned, it shows signs of recent life..

Relovic nods and looks towards the building, listening. "Yes, and I think I might be hearing some shouting inside..." he comments softly.

"Careful, lads. Steady. Rushing in there could bring more harm than good. Let's have a look and see if there's a quiet way in the building.

Lyren nods his head.. now that he's this close, though, his impatience is very apparent. "Whatever... let us hurry and find it."

Linden nods shortly, shrugging his cloak away from the pommel of his weapon, which he loosens in it's sheath. "Let's move in closer to the building. Lyren, you and your Guard should stay behind me. If this gets dangerous Adelina would likely never forgive me for allowing you to catch a stray bolt in the chest. Lord Voraneth, can you handle that blade?" Linden asks intently, eyeing Relovic.

Relovic glances at Linden and pushes the cloak off his blade. Nodding he answers, "Of course. I would not wear it if I could not." He stares back straight at the Captain.

Lyren narrows his eyes, showing very little intent to do as suggested.. "I am not a child to be coddled, my lord. I have my own part to play in this.." To emphasize this, he pushes his own cloak aside and does as the others.. loosening his blade.

Whirling to face the petulant young Lord, Linden's eyes fairly glow with a ominous light, "Listen carefully, Lord Tiigril,' he says softly, but with great weight, "You may be the Head of your House, but here, in this time, you will do as I ask or I will lock you in chains this instant. I have born weapons since you were wrapped in swaddling clothes and I will not have more Noble blood spilt due to the woolen-headedness of some young lord thinking with his sword-arm and not his brain. Will you do as I ask or must we delay while you are detained?" he asks, hand on hilt and very, very serious.

Lyren narrows his eyes.. then nods, and answers simply.. "As you wish, my lord.. but if you truly are concerned with my sister's safety, I suggest you focus your attention on retrieving her, rather than making sure I do as you say..

Relovic watches impassively, knowing better than to get involved. He glances over at the building once more as he waits for the group to move.

Nodding at Lyren's acquiescence, Linden smiles placatingly, "Lyren, each of us will place their lives in each others hands tonight. I need to know that those I fight with can be disciplined as well as fierce. No harm done." Turning to face Relovic, "Good. Then stand with me as we approach the building. Be Careful" Linden adds, sparing the three other men a heavy gaze, "We cannot know what numbers we will face, and rushing in may kill us all. Watch, and be wary. Let's go." he finishes, nodding once to each man before turning to move softly towards the building in question.

Relovic nods in return and walks silently along on the feet of one used to stalking game in the woods, something he has done often enough. Following close behind he places his hand on the pommel of his sword, ready for anything, almost.

Lyren clenches his teeth together.. is that a grinding sound he's making? Ah well. Hand on sword, he follows behind.. unfortunately flanked by his guards.

Linden nods after a moment of contemplation, "Tiigril, perhaps a few men at the doors, front and back, a few at the head of the docks, and another pair near the River Road. We need to seal off the area. Voraneth, would you assist Lyren if he hasn't enough men?"

Relovic nods, "Of course." He turns to give the orders to his men who soon leave for the back of the building.

Lyren tightens his lips, then nods, turning to his own men to give the affirmative... The remainder of his guards depart.. intent on trying to cover all avenues of escape.

As the guards move into place, Linden nods again, satisfied with their placement, and continues around the building towards the back.

Relovic follows close to Linden, his hand still on the pommel of his sword as he awaits what will happen once inside.

Lyren is simply impatient.. and the restrictions placed on him make it only worse. He keeps mentally willing Linden to move faster..

As the trio rounds the back of the building an entrance appears. A low cellar-type door comes up from the ground and is unsecured from the outside. The two guards who ward it stand nervously, relaxing a bit as Lyren, Relovic, and Linden approach. "No signs of movement from here, milord." one of the guards mutters softly.

Relovic comes to stand close to the door and stops. He goes quiet and seems to be listening but what could he possibly hope to hear. "Sounds as if no one is on the other side..." he comments softly. Realizing what he was doing he shake his head slightly, as if to get rid of some unwanted pest.

Speaking in a more audible tone he says, "Shall we enter?"

Lyren nods his head, slightly irritated... "Please, milord... any time you are ready... " Ooo.. hear the sarcasm drip.

Linden nods, "Indeed." he whispers, gesturing to one of the guards, who reaches down and slowly pulls open the door 'Creeaaak...'

Stepping forward carefully, Linden ventures into the gloom...

Relovic follows after Linden and before Lyren.

[Change of location, darkened room in a warehouse. Already present are Vaan, Dakin, and Adelina.]

Adelina looks as if she has seen better days. Her dress is soaked, covered in ash, the skirt is torn in places. She is sitting up as straight as she can from where she sits practically in the hearth. Her arms and legs are bound, ropes so tight that there are deep cuts in her wrists and ankles, likely from struggling. More than half the sleeve of her dress is drenched in blood from the cuts, along with her feet. Besides that she is gagged with a dirty cloth, and her hair is down around her shoulders in ratty curls. Her face is dirty and there is the making of a bruise on her neck and one cheek, along with a small cut on her neck. Her hands are also a little bloody as if she has been working at getting her bonds undone.

Two forms are slumped in two corners, from their postures, they're in rather bad shape right now. One acknowledges the presence with a loud groaning protest

Lyren curses... a little loudly... and draws his blade. Hisssssssssssssssss. Eyes gone cold, he doesn't even hesitate, already taking hurried steps towards his sister.

As Linden enters the gloom he steps quickly to his right, leaving the way open for those who follow. His eyes quickly adjust to the dimness, and after seeing Adelina's plight his expression chills. "Lyren, be careful!" he hisses, "expression darkening at the young lord's impetuosity.

Vaan stumbles off of his bed, "Ey! What's the deal?" he asks, pulling his tattered clothes together almost as he stands, another man seems to be waking up in the other side of the room.

Relovic sees Adelina and his gaze hardens. He draws his sword quickly and looks around the room, searching for any and all responsible for the Lady's plight with cold in his heart. "Lyren, beware." He cautions as he advances towards one of the forms in the corner.

Adelina is moving her hands slowly, the little light in the room glints of a shard of glass she had in her hand and was sawing at her bonds with. She seemed to have missed and drove it into her hand a little. She looks at her brother as if telling him to be careful herself with her eyes, seeing as she is gagged.

Vaan walks up to Relovic, and stumbles to his knees in a coughing fit. The other man moves with a swaggering step to intercept Lyren, "Sir, she's a leper, leave her be!"

Adelina shoots Vaan a look that could kill and sniffs as only a insulted lady can.

Lyren's stride hardly lessons... he doesn't even have eyes for those he believes to be his sister's tormentors.. yet. His sword's point goes up, straight in line with Vaan's friend's chest.. "Get out of my way, peasant...

Relovic growls, yes growls at Vaan and whips his sword so it is only inches from Vaan. "I sincerely doubt that, /sir/." The sir is growled and almost made unintelligible filled with anger as it is.

Vaan looks up with the eyes of a gutter animal, and his companion half stumbles a step back, "don't touch me if you're gonna handle her" is all he shrugs

Linden takes quick weight of the situation, moving quickly towards Vaan while drawing his blade, "Stop!" he says in a voice of Command, "In the name of the Rising Sun! The next pig-gutted sheepherder that moves will taste Cairhienin steel...mine."

Vaan looks up to Linden with a half smirk, "Rising sun? The one you bitch livered nobles rape you mean?" he growls, standing on to his feet, as his friend folds his arms as if shivering, but silently.

Adelina smiles behind her gag, or tries anyway. Her arms pull on what she was able to slice of her hand bonds, not pulling them totally loose, and only succeeding in cutting herself a little more. She looks from Linden, to Lyren, to Relovic. She blinks at her holders. She knew they were drunken pigs... but this?

Lyren keeps his sword up and trained on the drunkard as he steps out of his way... and his eyes remain upon him as he continues to approach Adelina's chair... "'Del...."

Relovic has been still since he pointed his sword at Vaan, the blade only a few inches from him. His gaze is hard and his hand trembles slightly, as it follows Vaan as he rises. "You will not speak of someone so obviously better than you in such a manner." he growls again. He looks more ready to move and kill this gutter swine with every passing moment.

Vaan scowls at Relovic and begins to take a stride back, as Dakin slowly sinks to his knees, shivering in a fever

Hand flickering out like a viper, Linden sends a powerful backhand at Vaan's disrespectful mouth.

Adelina raises her eyebrows at Linden, but turns her eyes to her brother. She continues to struggle against her bonds, only cutting herself more and more.

Lyren decides Dakin is no threat. His sword point goes down, and his full attention shifts to his sister as he closes the final gap... "Light, 'Del.. what happened to you?" Carefully, but with purpose, he sets to examining her bonds, kneeling beside her.

Adelina can't exactly answer her brother. She's gagged. But her eyes smile at least, she glances at Linden, eyebrows still up.

Relovic keeps his sword pointed at Vaan, fighting an internal battle not to strike for who knows where that would lead. Surprisingly his face remains calm during this silent struggle except for a slight twitching of his mouth. He is now standing like a statue, unmoving and basically nothing more than an observer at this moment.

Vaan goes stumbling back into the wall as blood flies from his mouth to spill against it. He slides down it in a jerking manner. Dakin however, takes the moment to fling his shivering arms apart and both seem to shine with claws. One of them flies towards Lyren's turned back and sinks into his lower ribs, no real organ damage but lots of pain and blood. He grips his other dagger in a sparring grip, leaping towards the other men.

Relovic whirls towards the motion at almost the second Dakin moves and in the next second leaps towards Dakin, blade extended. With a snarl now on his face, Relovic is ready to kill.

Lyren's sword, on the ground, does him absolutely no good as Dakin takes advantage of his unarmed state... As the blade sinks in, Lyren's fingers slip away from Adelina's ropes... his fingers slick with the blood she's left behind moves to his side as he tries, unsuccessfully, to bite back the outburst of pain.

Vaan himself gets to his feet faster than a drunk should, and a pair of dagger appear in his own hands as he leaps towards Linden with a scream. Dakin cautiously faces off against Relovic.

Adelina eyebrows shoot up and she struggles with her bonds harder than before, making sounds of worry and protest. Tears are welling up in her eyes. She kicks with her feet now too, trying to get them undone. She doesn't seem to care about her own pain.

"No!" Linden shouts, too late, as Lyren suffers the grievous wound. Even as the words are born upon his lips he moves, the reflexes of his battle-trained senses alerting him to Vaan, sudden recovery. "You will die this night, beggar." he says calmly, stepping to his left to disengage himself from Relovic and Dakin, holding his sword with steady skill while he awaits Vaan's move.

Relovic slashes savagely at Dakin, intending to take out this beggar as quickly as possible. His face is a snarl of anger and he attacks with a viciousness not usually like him.

Lyren curses again... "Bloody Hell... this /hurts/.." But the seconds pass, and he's able to push his mind to more important things... his sister, namely. Wet (with blood) hands work at the already loosening bonds, hurrying, as if worried he won't have the strength to do so for long.. "Almost got it, 'Del..

Dakin swings his dagger in testing thrusts before ducking in as if to stab, but putting his leg out to trip the noble.

Adelina continues to fight against her bonds, blood pouring out of her hands and her ankles. Her face is starting to turn very pale...

Blade swift as a viper, Linden lifts his weapon with the speed and grace of the truly skilled swordsman, only at the last second turning the blade on its side and aiming this wicked blow at the side of Vaan's head before he can close the distance to use his knives.

Vaan takes the clip heavily above the neck, and in a gurgle of blood, falls to his side on the floor.

Relovic keeps the daggers from reaching him deftly with his sword and waits for an opening. As Dakin sticks his leg out, Relovic does something unexpected after he avoids it, he strikes for it. For the Hamstring more precisely. He then comes up with his sword towards more vital areas.

Dakin takes a striking leap backwards, as he sees the incoming blade and manages to escape with a wide cut in his leg. Casting a quick look in the dead Vaan's direction he bolts out the door.

Relovic dashes after Dakin, intent on bringing the swine down. Relovic's face is shifting with struggling emotions as he follows with an intent to kill.

Lyren finally pulls away the last of the ropes at Adelina's wrists... leaving her to handle her gag as he tries feebly to release her from the rest.

Dakin gets to the door, but the two guards outside eventually manage to subdue the wildcat like man all three suffer bruises and cuts but eventually, Dakin is brought under control.

Relovic stumbles to a halt as he sees Dakin caught. A look of... horror crosses Relovic's face and he drops his sword, which clatters on the ground. Sinking to his knees he places his face in his hands as he mutters something to himself over and over again. "....no... won't let... happen..." He shakes his head faintly violently and looks up from his hands, a stern expression on his face.

Adelina finally passes out from her wounds, and the rough handleing she has been given all these many days. She allows her self to because she knows she will be safe with her brother there.

The wound on his side could have been on someone else, for all it matters to Lyren. He catches his sister, putting his arms around her.. "Oh light, come on, 'Del.."

Linden turns his gaze upon the wounded pair, eyes passing across Relovic's stricken features as he does so, "Light," he mutters under his breath, beginning to move towards Lyren and his sister, sheathing his blade smoothly as he does so, "Tiigril, is the Lady alive?" he asks, view of Adelina obscured by Lyren's crouching figure.

Relovic catches what Lyren and Linden says and turns his head around towards where the two Tiigril's are laying. Whatever expression that was on his face dissolves into one of concern at what happened while he was so wrapped up with killing Dakin. Leaving his blade on the floor he gets up and hurries over towards the group. "Is she..." he asks, wondering if he had anything to do with it, his thoughts are somewhat hazy of that time.

Lyren mutters soothing phrases at first, rocking back and forth as he shakes his head.. "She is alive... but she will not be alright until she is back somewhere safe..

Nodding shortly to himself, Linden's voice assumes a tone of command as he attempts to draw the situation together, "Voraneth, can you see to Lyren's wound? I've already failed in preventing more Noble blood from being shed, but I'll be Light-blinded if I let a Noble bleed to death before my very eyes," reaching the pair and crouching beside them, Linden lowers his voice to a more smoothing tone, "Lord Tiigril, please allow Relovic to see to your injury. If you will, I shall take Adelina forth from this dark dungeon."

Stubborn, stubborn, stubborn. Lyren resists, at first, shaking his head and flat out refusing.. "Get her safe, first.. then deal with me..

Relovic nods and moves to check on Lyren's wound. "Lord Lyren, let me see to your wound. Your sister would not thank you or us for saving her if it meant she lost you."

Lyren snaps back, "And I will not thank either of you for putting my well-being above hers..." Words sometimes fly faster than thought, however. On retrospect, he reconsiders, sighing as he presses hi eyes closed, then gives Adelina over to Linden..

Linden snorts softly, eyeing Adelina's condition with the careful eye of the field-trained, "No such ordering needs to occur, Lyren, we can take you both out together. Now, trust yourself to Lord Voraneth's care and know that your sister comes behind you. On my honor." he adds formally, eyes even and clear as he turns his face towards Lyren."

Relovic looks straight back at Lyren. Do Lord Voraneth's eyes have a more yellowish cast than just a few moments before, or is it just the dim lighting in this dank dungeon. "Lyren, I would never do such a thing, but your sister is in the capable hands of Captain Asher here. Now let me see to your wounds if you will." he says in a firm voice that is also somehow meant to soothe.

Lyren reluctantly lets out a sigh and nods, though he unfortunately misses both of the looks sent his way, his eyes seeing only his sister "Alright.... so what you will..

Relovic nods and takes a closer look at Lyren's wound, pulling out a clean piece of cloth which is most likely a kerchief. For some reason the dim light doesn't seem to bother Relovic as he examines the wound.

Lyren hisses slightly.. a half hearted effort to make the wound seem painless..

Turning his attention away from Lyren, seeing Relovic's actions, Linden peers through the murky gloom at the unconscious Lady before him. After a silent moment spent in thought, Linden draws a fairly large handkerchief from a hidden pocket which he uses to dab against Adelina's wrists, touching the wounds very, very softly as he attempts to determine their seriousness.

Adelina's wounds are serious enough. They appear as if she got them the first day she was captured and kept reopening them with struggles before they could heal much. The good side is they don't /seem/ infected, but it's dark, so...

Relovic dabs at the wounds none too gently to wipe away some of the blood and mutters, "Doesn't seem to bad... no infection... no serious damage." Speaking in a more audible voice he says, "You seem to be alright, but I would advise seeing a Reader to make sure this doesn't get worse. Can you move?" Move without too much pain is implied but not asked.

Lyren nods his head... noble pride surfacing.. "I do not need to be carried..

Satisfied with what he's seen, Linden slowly moves to lift Adelina from the cold floor after folding her arms across her chest, above her heart to minimize any further bleeding. He begins to straighten gently, careful not to jostle the injured Lady.

Relovic nods and stands up, offering a hand to assist Lyren if the Lord will accept it.

Adelina head lulls against Linden's shoulder as she is picked up, eyes still closed, not seeming bothered at all.

Linden stands with Adelina in his arms, nodding once to the Guards near the door, "Let us leave this place, Lord Voraneth, nothing remains for us here...at the moment."

Lyren gets to his feet, with Relovic's help.

Relovic nods to Captain Asher's statement and offers Lyren some support as he heads for the exit, trailing behind Linden. A quick glance goes towards his sword yet he makes no move to pick it up.

Adelina remains unconscious and seems content to be carried, not that she really has a choice at this point.

Moving carefully with his burden, Linden starts towards the exit smoothly but quickly, "We must make haste, Lord Voraneth. I don't believe either wound is life-threatening, but an infection could take quick hold in this squalor. We must away to a Reader."

Relovic nods and agrees with a grunt as he helps Lyren along, who seems to need the help despite any reluctance to accept it.

Adelina is light and easily carried, not fighting at all.

Linden lifts up the hatch in the floor and exits the room.

Adelina is carried out.

There is a flurry of motion as the Guards present form to either side of the doorway, Dakin firmly in custody between two especially burly-looking specimens, "Make sure no one enters that room, Corporal." Linden orders a nearby officer with the armband of the Task Force, "I'll be back to check the rooms contents for evidence later this evening."

Adelina lies limply as a rag doll, hardly seeming alive as she is carried along by the Captain. Some of the guards especially the Tiigril ones, look at her with frowns, glancing at each other worriedly.

Relovic brings the injured Lyren up out of the former prison and into the flurry of motion their appearance causes. Relovic looks around but doesn't really seem to see anything.

Turning towards the River Road, Linden barks another command to a nearby Sergeant, "Dashar, run ahead and summon a Reader...or perhaps two. Quickly!"

Relovic follows Linden, walking for himself and Lyren as well. Some of the guards Relovic had taken with him earlier come to gather near their Lord, but don't interfere.

Moving within a phalanx of Cairhienin Guardsmen, Linden carries Adelina's unconscious form from the Warehouse District, Dashar's retreating figure disappearing up ahead as he runs.

Relovic follows right behind the phalanx, not seeming slowed despite the extra weight he carries. His eyes do seem to have a more definite yellow hue in the brown as he watches Dashar run.

Pushing back a growing throng of curious observers, the Guards clear a path for Linden and Relovic, "Get bloody back!" one of the Guards shouts to an overly interested man who tries to peer over the shoulders of the Guardsmen, "Over here, Captain!" Dashar's shout carries over the noise of the assembly, the Guardsman moving with two obviously flustered Readers in tow.

Relovic's head turns towards the shout aimed at his group and angles towards Dashar and the Readers, Lyren being supported along by him.

Adelina is held unconscious against Linden as one of the Readers works their way toward her, the other forking off to look at her brother. The one nearing Linden asks, "What might be going on, my Lord." She sounds more than flustered.

Lowering Adelina slightly so the Reader can view her injuries for herself, Linden purses his lips before replying, "Lady Tiigril has been held against her will for many days. She seems to have wounds consistent with being roughly bound, or struggling within bonds for a significant time. I believe the bleeding of these wounds have slowed, but I am unsure whether wither her or Lyren Tiigril, her brother's, wounds have taken infection from the sordid area in which they were inflicted."

Relovic brings Lyren to sit on the ground so the other Reader can have access to him without Relovic in the way. Once Lyren is seatedon the ground and seems to be holding up well, Relovic releases the support and merely steadies Lord Tiigril with a hand. "He took a knife in the back" he tells the Reader.

The Reader with Adelina looks over the woman's wrists carefully, pulling out slaves and bandages. She doesn't waste time with explaining things as she bandages the Lady up. "She is lucky. No real infection, though they will take a while to totally heal. I would like to look over her more closely to see if there are any wounds, but out here in the street would not be... advisable."

The Reader with Lyren looks over the wound, bandages it, applies salves and mutters soft angry words when the Lord protests about pain. Then she straightens and says, "He should be fine in a few days, with rest."