Spying

[Tenith]

Tenith and the other rangers slightly fit in. There where many shady figures so they had all put black cloaks on. Nothing had really happen yet. Execpt for the laughing orc leaving the throne room.

They meet back in an alley way between to buildings. "What did you figure out?" He asked the half elf. " The army of the Corsairs are about 4 thousand strong" Tenith turned to one of the Gondorians. "The navy is much stronger then the GOndorian navy, but that is no suprise" Tenith nodded.

"We shall stay for a day more" The rangers all split up. Once again they threw there cloaks over their heads.

[Hirilmor]

A crewman on one of the nearby ships was calling it quits for the day and head out into the city on his way to the bar when he ran into two cloaked men.
The crewman pushed one of the men, "Watch wot the hell yer doin!" he growled and eyed the two strangers menacingly. These two looked awfully silly dressed alike, they couldn't be sneaking something around could they?
Ragul was feeling cranky today and running into these two freak was just pulling his last nerve, "If ye doan move I'm gonna cut you both a new arse hole...!" he threatened, his hand near the dagger at his side.

[Tenith]

Tenith looked at his companion which took off his hood. He looked exactly like a Corsair and spoke there language without flaw. His grandparents had been Corsairs. His name was Athor. (i hate coming up with names) Athor let out a laugh. "Please sit down, have a drink" he said. "Bartender buy this man what ever he needs on me" Tenith did not understand wha he said, but it must be part of the plan.

[Hirilmor]

(( :)The language is the same as that of the race of Men.))

Ragul growled and spat at the ground at the man's response, reluctantly following the two into the bar and sat down next to them. ((We'll just keep the rp here, no sense in going to the bar thread when this one is already made.)) He still glared at both of the men; although the one who had taken off his hood looked as if he was from around here, there was something about his buddy that made Ragul want to snap his neck. Something smelled Elvish.
Ragul ordered rum and took a swig before cussing at the man with his hood down and saying, "Ya puss, people these days ar too weak te be werth anithin. I oughtta kick yer arse for not pickin a fight wit meh!" He punched the man playfully, although rather hard, in the shoulder and let out a deep chuckle after taking another drink.
His gaze came upon the cloaked figure, and he stared at him, not caring if the man thought him rude. As he studied the man, he spoke to Athor, "Ya kno, ye shouldn bring yer pal aroun here, he smells like he came outta the back end of an Elf land." Ragul finished his drink and ordered another, building up a buzz, "Why's 'is hud up? Too ugly te show 'is face 'round?"

[Tenith]

sorry wasn't sure.)

"Don't worry about him" He said. "He's just a dirty outcast. Elves arent in to execution, which is probaly why he's here. I'm a little short on the details" Arthor explained. Asking for another round.

[Hirilmor]

Ragul downed another pint of rum and sat staring at the disguised Elf for awhile. He appeared to be irritated, and he was, but he was also trying to focus; he was becoming a bit drunk and it was too bad for these two men because he was a violent drunk. Finally he blurted out in an accusing way, his speech becoming slurred, "We don' like strangers aroun here!" He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and glared at Athor, "Don call me an idiot! I'll knock yer face in!" He stood up.

[Tenith]

As Ragul stood up in one quick motion tenith pulled something out of his pocket and dumped powder in the cup. His next drink he will become dizzy and forget everything he said. Arthor looked at Ragu. "My friend wishes to have a drinking contest with you. He can drink the most in 5 minutes." Tenith grabbed his dagger in case things get ugly.

[Hirilmor]

Ragul erupted in deep laughter at the challenge, "Yer pal is as stupid as he looks! None have ever out drinkin me!" Ragul sat back down with the slightest bit of clumsiness and demanded the bartender bring out a row of pints for both men. Ragul looked up at Athor and said, "After I'm done makin a fool out er yer friend, I'll finish ye!" He moved his gaze to the cloaked Tenith and said, "Yer gonna look like a fool when ye lose!"

[Tenith]

"Then you would like to know he hasn't lost in any drinkin contest. From rivendell to gondor." Athor made up. He also knew that elves dont get drunk as easily. Part of there strong immune system. Tenith grabbed his first pint, and drank it with ease.

[Hirilmor]

"Harharhar!" Ragul laughed at Athor's comment and watched Tenith down his pint. Ragul nodded and grabbed the spiked pint in front of him, chugging it with an acquired talent. He slammed the empty glass down in front of him and smiled grimly, showing a few missing teeth. "Next! Yer turn buddy!" He took a moment to focus his vision.

[Tenith]

Befir Ragul could finish laughing tenith drank another pink. He looked up at the pirate. "You are not impressing me you appear to be a little tipsy" He siad.

[Hirilmor]

Ragul blinked a couple of times in hopes of seeing clearly. The powder that Tenith had slipped into Ragul's drink was starting to work, and he slammed his fist onto the counter as he tried to stand up.
He looked at Athor with a confused expression on his face and stepped forward, but he fell, and grabbed onto Athor to sturdy himself. All he managed to do however was pull Athor onto his knees and he fell onto his butt and gazed around dumbly.
"Bartend'r!" Ragul yelled from his sitting position on the ground, "D'ya see? These men ar tyin ta kill meh!"
He moved around and grabbed onto a stool to help pull himself back to his feet, then he looked at Tenith and growled, "Whad'ya lookin at, yew parasite?!" And he sat back down on the stool and drank another pint.

[Tenith]

Tenith looked at Ragul and drank another pint with ease. "Athor i belive you had to speak with the bartender about something" He said. Athor walked towards him, and slipped 50 gold coins into his hand. "I belive you do not want to know why my friend was exiled and you wouldn't want to know whats happening, and i belive you wouldn't want your body, being found by the gaurds looking like the body of the elf my friend had killed in rivendell." He explained.

[Hirilmor]

The bartender took the coins greedily and turned his back to the three to serve other customers, most of them already drunk.
Ragul sat for a moment, not quite sure what was going on, or if he was suppose to be doing anything important, but he saw half a dozen pints of beer in front of him and he smiled, drinking two more pints. The alcohol started to get to him again and he felt adrenaline pump through him, he had been looking to knock some one out since he'd left work, and when he saw Tenith still sitting next to him, he stood up again. And after stumbling a couple times, stood over Tenith, breathing his alcohol infested breath upon the disguised Elf, "I'm gonna kill yeh..."

Just at that moment a woman walked into the bar with a couple men behind her. This woman was Hirilmor, and the men were guards of Umbar. She had come to the bar to find refreshment and entertainment from the local drunks, but something caught her interest right away upon walking in. It was the two cloaked men and the sailor trying his hardest to stand straight. She could tell the sailor was drunk and feeling rowdy, but these two men seemed confident and unwavering though there were many empty glasses on the counter; could it have been that the sailor had drunken all of them?
The bartender turned to see who had entered his bar at Hirilmor's arrival, and he began to stammer and pointed at the group of Ragul, Tenith, and Athor, "My Queen! Thems two ar up te sometin."
Hirilmor smiled maliciously at this confirmation and stared the two foreigners down.

[Tenith]

Thats all Tenith needed. He punched Raguls in the face. He then quickly grabbed his dagger hurled straight through the mans throat. His flaming dagger had burned its way through the whole throat landing on the wall. He jumped rolling towards his trusty dagger and Grabbing it. He drew swifer his black blade and held his dagger in his left hand. Athor was quickly on his feet and moved next to, Athor then pointed hsi sword at Tenith's throat. He said quietly knowing the elf would hear him but not the others. "The others are out side the bar. I have a plan." He then spoke louder so the others could hear him. "I had a feeling he would do something reckless. Forgive me my queen I hand him over to you"

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