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 Posted: Sat May 17, 2008 2:38 am
ugh, this is so heavy....i thought to myself as i lugged it out of the smashed-in vault. i'll have to look at it later, though, the magicians are coming to see whats happening.....the thought trailed off as i rounded the corner of the building.there were demons every where.these weren't that much trouble. their night vision was appalling. i could easily out run them in the forest. they hadn't seen me yet but it was only a matter of time before they did. i tried to blend into the night using the shadows cast by the trees to help me. my trick didn't last long;
"There she is!" one yelled. they all surged forwards as i forsook trying to blend into the night, and ran for my life towards the ever looming forest. i got past th first tangle of bushes but i didn't stop there. i went further in and only stopped when i could no longer hear their aweful voices chitteringin the night. i just flopped down by a lake when i felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.
"well hello there" a voice said. i stood up quickly, clutching the artifact and twisted around in vain to see the speaker.
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Posted: Sat May 17, 2008 3:42 am
It was exceptionally dark that night, with nothing to light the way for wary travelers for wayward animals - that was a given, seeing as the moon was only a thin sliver in the sky. However, not even the stars could be seen through the thick blanket of cloud.
There was one man who was still out, however, so late in the night. His footsteps were soft and careful through the undergrowth, weaving through trees and brush across the decaying forest floor. Over broad shoulders was slung a satchel - hanging from a loose belt were two scabbards, the sword hilts protruding from the openings. No light was reflected in the man's pale blue eyes, and the tree shadows turned his platinum blond hair to a sickly, dark shade of grey. There was no purpose in his path - he was simply one of many, content to travel alone on a dark peaceful night.
Although "alone" may have been the irony of it. His company was the shadows of the trunks, the tendrils of darkness that sprung from fern blades. His partner was the hulking blackness that lurked from his breast, wrapping slim torso in darkness.
In the distance, the murmurings of water could be heard lapping at a shoreline. It was this he headed for, head bobbing beneath low hanging branches, feet picking out a suitable path through the treacherous roots. As he broke free of the forest, a lake could be picked out in the darkness, faint light shinning from windows from across the black expanse.
The man gave a long suffering sigh as his blue eyes fell upon the water, and he started forward with quick footsteps, pulling the bag from his shoulders. Contents and the two scabbards were dropped to the ground, and long, pointed ears twitched as he worked kinks and knots from his forearms. He bent down on long legs and tugged open the satchel, as if to pull something out.
There was a shout from the forest to the east. The fae's back snapped upwards, and his narrow eyelids lowered considerably, squinting dangerously into the trees beyond.
All at once, a figure burst through the brush, something clutched in its hands. The man started, then twisted like a cat to grab a scabbard in one fluid, even motion that told of years of training and practice. The shinning blade was in his hand before his back had straightened again.
The figure collapsed next to the lake shore and did not make any sudden moves, except to hold something to its chest. The man made no sound as he stalked over. It was only when the sword was tight in his hand that his low voice said softly, “hello.”
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alfred baramender Captain
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Posted: Sat May 17, 2008 4:21 am
as i spotted the outline of the figure i slumped to the ground in resignation.
"oh, i give up." i said. "i've been running all my life. whats the use? ......Well?" i asked bitterly, "aren't you going to go running back to your master and tell him that i'm here?......wow, for a demon, i'm quite surprised that you haven't made one insulting remark, are dressed considrably well, and.....are using such a mudane wepon instead of the usual magic inferno." During this, i had been extracting a silver dagger fom a hidden scabbrd in my boot, and here i stood with one fluid motion flung it right at his heart. then, suddenly, he wasn't leaning against the tree anymore. i was puzzeled for a moment, then i felt a presence behind me and a splitsecond later i felt the cold sting of metal against my neck.
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2008 1:21 am
It wasn't too hard to dodge the dagger - he's had far more dangerous things thrown at him before. Actually, he'd gotten rather skilled at it after all these years.
By the faint light from across the lake he could see the silver of his blade pressed against the figure's lillywhite throat, jugular pounding in the silence of the night. From his position behind, he could not make out a face, only hear the hiss of breath slipping from between teeth.
He bent down, mouth level with a curved ear. "If I'm a demon, I suggest you keep your witty comments and wittier knives to yourself, yeah? Could be a good idea." He could feel the muscles in that pale throat contract sharply against his hand and sword.
His icy blue eyes dropped down suddenly, as he noticed his prisoner's hands curl around something. He pulled back shortly, brain screaming through various possiblities - what was it? Perhaps it was a stolen item of value? After all, the words uttered before had hardly sounded innocent: "Aren't you going to go running back to your master and tell him I'm here...?"
The man cocked his head to one side curiously. "What do you have there?" Keeping the sword blade pressed sharply against a jugular, he reached down a free hand to take the object away from such protective fingers.
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alfred baramender Captain
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2008 3:28 am
"no!" i cry feebly and try to resist letting go, but he still takes it from my grasp. he looks it over in his hand and says:
"Well well, look at this...isn't this a bit dangerous for someone such as you to have in your posession? maby i should take it from you so i can make sure its in safe hands.....?"
"NO!" i yell and strike out wildly with my hands balled into fists. surprisingly, one of my throws connected.
'i must have caught him when he was distracted' i thought. unfortunantly, when he stumbled from the blow, i tripped over an annoyingly placed root, and landed headfirst into the lake. then i realised. i can't swm. i call out for help but swallow a mouthful of water instead. panic sets in and i thrash around in the deep water. eventually i lose consciousness and drift to the bottom of the lake.
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2008 4:50 am
When the small fist connected with the side of his cheekbone, the man's blue eyes widened, and somehow that was enough power in that punch to send him reeling backwards. He swore loudly into the night air, cupping a hand to his cheek over the bruise that was going to form any minute.
Before he knew it, the figure was racing down the bank towards the lake. He stared after it for a moment, in a slight state of shock, then glanced down at the object that he had taken from her hands. It was a staff, he realized quickly, and he could feel the spirits howling from within it. The man made a face, then started after his ex-captive.
From the dim light, he could see the black shape running across the silt, making for the lake. But as he walked down to meet it himself, the shape suddenly vanished. He paused, then realised that it had fallen - into the water, perhaps?
He frowned, pale brows knitting over pale eyes. He supposed that he would may as well leave the person to swim back - water was not his cup of tea, and besides, what was the point of trying to save someone he didn't know, and who had just punched him in the face? He gave a lazy shrug to the thin air, then started back towards the forest, the staff he had stolen balanced under an arm as he sheathed his swords.
Behind him, the faint noise of frantic splashing started up. The man paused, eye narrowing, fingers tightening over the staff as he glanced over a shoulder. The faint disturbance on the lake water could just be seen.
Moral ethics took over as he heaved a deep sigh. He was not one to just let someone drown all by them self.
The sound of his feet jogging down the beach echoed eerily. Running to the edge of the lake, he deposited staff and sword onto the silt, then waded out into the freezing water, clothes sticking to a lean body, pale hair plastering to his brow and neck. The man's hand lashed out into the depths, searching for a body floating below.
His fingers brushed against something. Blindly he grabbed into the water, finally latching on to some random body part. Putting all his considerable energy into heaving the person up, he dragged his victim to the surface.
Long hair that was a strange, vibrant shade of purple - a thin, delicate face with high cheekbones and blue-tinged full lips. A female.
Grabbing at her clothes, the man pulled the girl back through the water, heading for the bank side. As both bodies were dragged into the dirt, he turned the woman over to her side, pounding her back non-to-gentle. Water splashed out of her mouth as she her lungs gave way to a racking cough and hoarse, lustful breathing of the sweet air.
The man sat back on his heels, wiping blond hair from his forehead. He didn't look very pleased. "I hope you realise that you seriously owe me one now, and I don't even know your name. Bad start."
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alfred baramender Captain
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Posted: Wed Nov 19, 2008 3:58 am
"don't care" i managed to gasp, "give me back what's mine!" i made a half-hearted attempt to get it back then gave up. i tried to stand up fluidly, but wobbled a little, ruining the motion. i sighed, because i was never going to impress anyone. ever. i let a 'thanks' hiss through my teeth, for my parents had taught me to be somewhat polite. My eyes glittered in anger, though, and the creepy man probably saw right through it. i turned and swiftly started making my way back up the bank to where the demon horde was waiting at the broken building, stumbling a little.
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