01-12-2004, 06:03 PM
Chapter 4 - Silent Blade of the Shadow
Veron opened the door to the inn, which was "conviently" placed in the south west corner of the city, much to Gaia's displeasure. The inn's first floor was a bar, which wasn't all suprising, most large cities have bar's at their inn's. The room stunk of smoke and alcohol, two men were fighting in one corner of the room, which was drawing most of the attention away from the Bladen Knight. Veron walked up to the bartender, and requested a room for one night, the bartender nodded and handed Veron a key. Gaia stumbled in through the door just as Veron turned around. Gaia was was holding his left arm with his right, and had a bruise on his right cheek. He walked over to Veron and stared at him.
"I'm not built for this big of a city." Gaia said, slightly angrily. Veron laughed and handed Gaia the key to the room. Gaia graciously accepted it and went upstairs to sleep. As he opened the door, he saw a silent room, with two rather large beds, a single wardrobe, and a closet. There was also a large window with a perfect view of the nearby treetops, Gaia smiled to himself. He placed his sword at the end of the bed, crawled in and threw the balnket over himself.
Back downstairs, Veron sat with a cup on his table. The people around him gave him odd looks, as if he was something other than human. He closed his eyes and leaned back on the chair, thinking of the bloody battle two days ago, and of how Carissa cried for Arion, he began to drift into deep thougtht...
The red haired man and his wife lay in bed, arms around eachother. They lay still together, however, it's not because they're asleep, the sheets above and beneath them were drenched in blood, there throats, slit, there sides, gashed, but they appear happy. A man almost Gaia's height stood in the room, off to the left of the bed. The blade strapped around his wrist reached far past his hand, the tip and edges were covered in blood. The moonlight shined through the window, and illuminated the man standing there. He was relativly thin, standing up straight, holding his right arm bent, stareing at his blade with his purple eyes, appearing to be entranced. His face was hidden by a dark purple face mask, covering his mouth and nose. His purple hair fanned up and over the face mask, falling neatly accross the top of it. He wore a simple black and purple combat suit, with no armour, only easy to manuver, and durable clothes. A hood sat around his neck, waiting to hide the rest of his face. The man turned to look at a mirror on a nearby wardrobe. He walked slowly closer, still in his trance like state. As he looked upon his dark reflection, his eyes widened, breaking free of the trance like appearance, he peered over his shoulder at the bloody scene, then looked at his hand blade.
"AAAAH!" The man cut the mirror in half with a swift diagonal cut across it. He ran to the window, pushing it open, placing on leg and hand on the edge, getting ready to jump. He glanced back at the two, then looked away quickly, jumping out.
A short man came running through the door if the inn, panting trying to catch his breath. Everyone looked at him, in wonderment of what had him so excited. As the little man regained his breath, he shouted.
"Merithin! Merithin's been killed! Assassinated!" The man yelled, instant talk erupted throughout the room, some cried, some wondered how someone with Merithin's skill could be killed, and some just refused to believe it. Veron listened to the conversation of two nearby bar patrons.
"Merithin? Impossible!" The first said, "No, it's true, killed right there in bed! Right in his log cabin!" The second said back, "No way, Merithin would never fall victim to an assassin, he's far too skilled for that!"
"Log cabin?...." Veron muttered to himself, then got up to get Gaia. as he turned to the stairs, he saw Gaia already walking down the stairs with his sword around his back.
"What's going on?" Gaia asked sleepily, Veron looked at him seriously.
"The red haired man is a skilled knight, and he's been killed." Veron said solidly, Gaia looked at him shocked, "Assassinated." Veron continued. Gaia looked at him.
"You want to find out what's going on, don't you?" Gaia asked, annoyed, Veron nodded. "Then I'm coming with you, I wont get to sleep with all this histeria anyway." The two ran out into the street, which was more active than usual, people running about, screaming, crying, no way either one of them could get through easily. Gaia rolled his eyes and drew his large sword, and began running through the crowd, people clearing out of the way of Gaia's massive sword. As they cleared the gates, they saw a large crowd gathered around the log cabin. Gaia and Veron ran down the road and stood a ways from the large crowd, looking on as they brought out the bodies.
A man slightly taller than Veron walked over a hill triumphantly, a shining sword hilt made of gold diamonds sat in a black leather sheath by his side. his long dark blue hair blew around in the wind atop the hill. His deep blue eyes looked happily up at the night sky, as he moved a hand onto the sword and smiled. His face had a few scars, and pieces of his clothes were torn, along with chunks of armour missing. He averted his gaze from the beautiful sky, and down onto his home, seeing a large crowd standing in awe at something, the man squinted, then his eyes widened and began to water at the sight.
"Mother.....Father......?"
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Ok, well, not like many people are reading it here (you pso obsessed...) but I'll post 4 and 5...
Veron opened the door to the inn, which was "conviently" placed in the south west corner of the city, much to Gaia's displeasure. The inn's first floor was a bar, which wasn't all suprising, most large cities have bar's at their inn's. The room stunk of smoke and alcohol, two men were fighting in one corner of the room, which was drawing most of the attention away from the Bladen Knight. Veron walked up to the bartender, and requested a room for one night, the bartender nodded and handed Veron a key. Gaia stumbled in through the door just as Veron turned around. Gaia was was holding his left arm with his right, and had a bruise on his right cheek. He walked over to Veron and stared at him.
"I'm not built for this big of a city." Gaia said, slightly angrily. Veron laughed and handed Gaia the key to the room. Gaia graciously accepted it and went upstairs to sleep. As he opened the door, he saw a silent room, with two rather large beds, a single wardrobe, and a closet. There was also a large window with a perfect view of the nearby treetops, Gaia smiled to himself. He placed his sword at the end of the bed, crawled in and threw the balnket over himself.
Back downstairs, Veron sat with a cup on his table. The people around him gave him odd looks, as if he was something other than human. He closed his eyes and leaned back on the chair, thinking of the bloody battle two days ago, and of how Carissa cried for Arion, he began to drift into deep thougtht...
The red haired man and his wife lay in bed, arms around eachother. They lay still together, however, it's not because they're asleep, the sheets above and beneath them were drenched in blood, there throats, slit, there sides, gashed, but they appear happy. A man almost Gaia's height stood in the room, off to the left of the bed. The blade strapped around his wrist reached far past his hand, the tip and edges were covered in blood. The moonlight shined through the window, and illuminated the man standing there. He was relativly thin, standing up straight, holding his right arm bent, stareing at his blade with his purple eyes, appearing to be entranced. His face was hidden by a dark purple face mask, covering his mouth and nose. His purple hair fanned up and over the face mask, falling neatly accross the top of it. He wore a simple black and purple combat suit, with no armour, only easy to manuver, and durable clothes. A hood sat around his neck, waiting to hide the rest of his face. The man turned to look at a mirror on a nearby wardrobe. He walked slowly closer, still in his trance like state. As he looked upon his dark reflection, his eyes widened, breaking free of the trance like appearance, he peered over his shoulder at the bloody scene, then looked at his hand blade.
"AAAAH!" The man cut the mirror in half with a swift diagonal cut across it. He ran to the window, pushing it open, placing on leg and hand on the edge, getting ready to jump. He glanced back at the two, then looked away quickly, jumping out.
A short man came running through the door if the inn, panting trying to catch his breath. Everyone looked at him, in wonderment of what had him so excited. As the little man regained his breath, he shouted.
"Merithin! Merithin's been killed! Assassinated!" The man yelled, instant talk erupted throughout the room, some cried, some wondered how someone with Merithin's skill could be killed, and some just refused to believe it. Veron listened to the conversation of two nearby bar patrons.
"Merithin? Impossible!" The first said, "No, it's true, killed right there in bed! Right in his log cabin!" The second said back, "No way, Merithin would never fall victim to an assassin, he's far too skilled for that!"
"Log cabin?...." Veron muttered to himself, then got up to get Gaia. as he turned to the stairs, he saw Gaia already walking down the stairs with his sword around his back.
"What's going on?" Gaia asked sleepily, Veron looked at him seriously.
"The red haired man is a skilled knight, and he's been killed." Veron said solidly, Gaia looked at him shocked, "Assassinated." Veron continued. Gaia looked at him.
"You want to find out what's going on, don't you?" Gaia asked, annoyed, Veron nodded. "Then I'm coming with you, I wont get to sleep with all this histeria anyway." The two ran out into the street, which was more active than usual, people running about, screaming, crying, no way either one of them could get through easily. Gaia rolled his eyes and drew his large sword, and began running through the crowd, people clearing out of the way of Gaia's massive sword. As they cleared the gates, they saw a large crowd gathered around the log cabin. Gaia and Veron ran down the road and stood a ways from the large crowd, looking on as they brought out the bodies.
A man slightly taller than Veron walked over a hill triumphantly, a shining sword hilt made of gold diamonds sat in a black leather sheath by his side. his long dark blue hair blew around in the wind atop the hill. His deep blue eyes looked happily up at the night sky, as he moved a hand onto the sword and smiled. His face had a few scars, and pieces of his clothes were torn, along with chunks of armour missing. He averted his gaze from the beautiful sky, and down onto his home, seeing a large crowd standing in awe at something, the man squinted, then his eyes widened and began to water at the sight.
"Mother.....Father......?"
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Ok, well, not like many people are reading it here (you pso obsessed...) but I'll post 4 and 5...
Mini Bert - Lvl 173 - RAmar
Dale Bert - Lvl 144 - FOnewm
Kinami - Lvl 121 - HUmar
Kyoneru - Lvl 103 - HUmar
Velaria - Lvl 87 - RAmarl
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Dale Bert - Lvl 144 - FOnewm
Kinami - Lvl 121 - HUmar
Kyoneru - Lvl 103 - HUmar
Velaria - Lvl 87 - RAmarl