Peristaltico Family/Circenzio W./Escent1

These events took place on the 22/03/2010

Roleplay from Escent Noble

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~Some weeks ago a contact in Old Grehk had passed along a message to Escent with a name and a brief and interesting description of a man that had annoyed the wrong people.~ "Sir Circenzio W. Peristaltico. Scar across left eye, possibly blind. Several prominent scars on his body." ~And as Escent has assumed when he did see the man sitting at a table across the main room of the small tavern in Xerus he was easy to recognize. Despite the handicap of having a blind side Circenzio missed nothing that was going on in the tavern so Escent cast aside subtly and simply approached the man straight on with his long knife in hand and a smile on his lips. ~Circenzio was fast and Escent quickly realized that the man was much younger then his appearance led on and Escent barely dodged a left handed uppercut that had followed a carefully aimed short sword thrust. Taking advantage of the corner that Circenzio had placed himself Escent stepped back and hooked a chair with his right foot and quickly pushed it towards the Fronen infiltrator, forcing him to jump to avoid being hit at the knees. It was the move that Escent had been waiting for and he stepped foward with his long knife up to block the quickly descending attack from Circenzio's short sword. As soon as the two blades touched Escent spun right on the balls of his feet and ducked, pushing his hips backwards while grabbing Circenzio's sword arm.~ ~The momentum of Circenzio's attack carried him up and over Escent back and at the peak of his jump he realized that the landing would be painful and not what he had planned. The wind that left his lungs when his back hit the floor stunned Circenzio and his vision blurred so badly that he never saw Escent walk calmly out the front door of the tavern, right past the shocked and speechless commoners who parted like waves before the Sint infiltrator.~ .

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Roleplay from Circenzio W. Peristaltico

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After the sun has set, Circenzio woke up in a bed. "What.. wh.. where am I?" He looked around and to the side of his bed there was an old woman, apparently taking care of him "Who are you woman? Where am I?" "You are at the top floor of the yellow flagon, in Xerus, sir. You hit the floor with your head and passed away, we took you here to mend your wounds." "What?! Now, now I start to remember. Someone attacked me! Who was he?" "I don't know Sir. He walked away and was never seen again. No one knows who he is." "This is impossible, cursed boors. Woman, spread the word: ten gold pieces for the one who can tell me who that man was. I can't afford him to go away after this humiliation. I will have him!" Sir Circenzio W. Peristaltico (Knight of Vozzessdor)

Circenzio W. Peristaltico

Circenzio and Escent met again on the 28th of May.

Roleplay from Circenzio W. Peristaltico

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Ofengail, dawn. It is market day and the street of the main town of Ofengail are quite crowded. Circenzio W. is roaming in incognito, looking for his preys. Rumors locate several Mesh nobles in the region, no one of interest. Walking he suddenly spots another men walking in the opposite direction. For a brief moment he spots his face and recognizes the man who once assaulted him. Without showing any particular emotion, he passes by, and smoothly turns around and start to stalk the foreigner. From what he heard there is a bounty on this men, a rich one. But Circenzio is not there to collect a bounty, that is the way the preys try to turn the hunters one against the other, through money and corruption. He owes to the stranger a blow, though, and quickly prepares a plan to make it done. Taking a sharp turn into an alley Circenzio finds the one he was looking for, a young boy half a beggar half a thief. The typical inhabitant of these poor villages in market days. He quickly convinces the boy with the promise of more silver coins and together they run in a street parallel to the main. The stage is set. Circenzio knows that the men might not be alone, he is not in enemy territory and may have guards with him. Circenzio is banned from his realm and capture would mean death. Yet he is determined to do so, what would be the point in living without daring? As agreed, the boy runs against the stranger trying to rob his purse. The boy was meant to be caught, but even if he had not meant to he would have probably been discovered anyways. The fraction of a second during which the stranger turns his head to catch the boy is what is needed to Circenzio to place himself in the right position. The stranger is expert in the ways of shadows and is well aware that such a boy can be partner with someone. He quickly turns his head and spots Circenzio approaching. Not too near to fall back, neither to far to think. Circenzio has a blade in the hand, well in sight. As any swordsmen confident in his ability would do, the men unsheaths his swords and thanks to the advantage given by the mayor length of his weapon against the dagger of Circenzio immediately delivers an horizontal slice to force the enemy to keep the distance. Exactly as Circenzio predicted. He knew which hand the stranger would use, he knew he would perform that move given the distance he set between them. Quickly he stepped on his right and dived under the sharped blade, finding himself in a moment behind the left shoulder of his opponent in one sinuous but lightnig-quick movement. The men is ready and starts spinning to face Circenzio again, but Circenzio is quicker and with the hilt of his dagger he delivers a precise and painful two handed blow on the men's ribs. A crack sound is heard and the stranger falls on the floor with a chocked cry. As soon as two men from the crowd come in to help their master they could not guess who did the deed, for Circenzio is already lost in the whirling peasants joining the market.

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