Post by Grafh on Jun 10, 2007 6:52:25 GMT -6
The journey had gone by quicker than Dahnel had expected , possibly due to the almost non-stop conversation with Asuir, mainly about his home in Cantha and his fathers import/export business. Asuir had been appointed the Tyrian representative of the family firm and was on the way home to turn in the yearly takings and tax recordings for accounting at his fathers estate. Asuir had not been in his home of Cantha for a long time , but the usual financial courier was previously occupied this year and so it was up to Asuir to get the delivery to the correct place safely.
Stepping off the boat Dahnel said his goodbyes to his friend as they walked away from the docks in opposite directions. Before he could reach the end of the street he was on however Dahnel paused and began to wonder, he was so engaged with the Asuir’s life story he had completely forgotten to ask about the whereabouts of the warrior Racthoh and his campaign.
“I would advise you to give us the chest Ritualist ..before you lose something more valuable” ..Cantha was ran by gangs, and as such muggings where commonplace in Kaineng city, though Asuir had never been the victim before himself. He spat out the blood that now welled in his mouth from the last punch to the jaw, “Here take it ….” he threw the small chest of papers and relatively low amount of gold at the feet of what seemed to be the leader of the group, causing the coins to scatter out into the gutter of the back ally he had been dragged into ..”Aw come now, that’s just d**n disrespectful “ The leader of the thugs was obviously enjoying Asuir’s pain as the lesser thieves rummaged around in the dirt to find the gold. “you have what you want , now let me go !” Asuir shouted , half holding himself up of the floor. The leader picked up his primitive staff like implement and with a great swing made contact with the side of the Ritualist’s head, almost knocking him unconscious. “We aint through with you yet …”. “..ughh” he let out a small whimper as he lay on the stone ground , trying not to blackout. “Ok …your starting to bore me now. Kill him” The leader gave the order to a smaller man stood next to him brandishing a crude sword. The small man walked around with a grin on his face and held the weapon high above his head , ready to end the young mans life. “Let him go now …and I’ll think about letting you all live..” Dahnel walked into the alleyway…”Ahh great a d**n hero ..just what we need, ok guess we have to kill you as well “ The leader seemed experienced at making petty threats. With an unconvinced look on his face Dahnel got into stance and reached at his lower back for his sword, only to grab nothing but the cloth of his armour …”Bwuahha ..whats wrong hero …lost something ?”. It took a few seconds for Dahnel to remember that his sword was taken as he entered the city as part of the no arms law in towns (also the reason the thieves where wielding mostly stolen/self-made weapons) . “Heh …a minor setback” Dahnel’s confidence seemed unshaken by the fact he was unarmed. The small man with the sword let out a cry of aggravation before turning his attention directly to Dahnel and began charging at him whilst the rest of the thugs stood watch. Just as the sword reached him the orrian stepped aside so he was parallel with his attacker, placed his fingers across the mans grasp on the hilt and turned his hand upright snapping the thief’s wrist and projecting the crude sword up into the air. He caught the blade with his right hand and drove it deep into the chest of his attacker. On came the sweet pain song of bone removed from cartilage, cartilage removed from flesh, flesh detached from soul, as the blade found air on the other side. The confident onlookers now in shock as to what was just witnessed, a flawless ballet of steel and blood, an infinite waltz over in a matter of seconds.
Asuir looked up the alleyway ..seeing mostly a blur of light, then suddenly a powerful figure broke into the haze, a figure that strolled relentlessly forward with the strength of a lion towards the group of thieves, with each step closer, Asuir’s Vision faded. Blackness.
“But why Asuir, please don’t go…” Amy stamped her foot and pouted. She was used to getting her own way. A lot. “Amy …don’t be like that ..I have to go, I have to run the family business in Kryta..” He tried to make her see his way of reasoning but it was no use. “Hmph…I don’t want you to go …you said you would never leave me ..”. She tried her best to convince him. “I have no choice…but you’ll be fine, you’re a bright young woman, you don’t need me to look after you ..”. “Then your obviously unaware how much you mean to me….”
Stepping off the boat Dahnel said his goodbyes to his friend as they walked away from the docks in opposite directions. Before he could reach the end of the street he was on however Dahnel paused and began to wonder, he was so engaged with the Asuir’s life story he had completely forgotten to ask about the whereabouts of the warrior Racthoh and his campaign.
“I would advise you to give us the chest Ritualist ..before you lose something more valuable” ..Cantha was ran by gangs, and as such muggings where commonplace in Kaineng city, though Asuir had never been the victim before himself. He spat out the blood that now welled in his mouth from the last punch to the jaw, “Here take it ….” he threw the small chest of papers and relatively low amount of gold at the feet of what seemed to be the leader of the group, causing the coins to scatter out into the gutter of the back ally he had been dragged into ..”Aw come now, that’s just d**n disrespectful “ The leader of the thugs was obviously enjoying Asuir’s pain as the lesser thieves rummaged around in the dirt to find the gold. “you have what you want , now let me go !” Asuir shouted , half holding himself up of the floor. The leader picked up his primitive staff like implement and with a great swing made contact with the side of the Ritualist’s head, almost knocking him unconscious. “We aint through with you yet …”. “..ughh” he let out a small whimper as he lay on the stone ground , trying not to blackout. “Ok …your starting to bore me now. Kill him” The leader gave the order to a smaller man stood next to him brandishing a crude sword. The small man walked around with a grin on his face and held the weapon high above his head , ready to end the young mans life. “Let him go now …and I’ll think about letting you all live..” Dahnel walked into the alleyway…”Ahh great a d**n hero ..just what we need, ok guess we have to kill you as well “ The leader seemed experienced at making petty threats. With an unconvinced look on his face Dahnel got into stance and reached at his lower back for his sword, only to grab nothing but the cloth of his armour …”Bwuahha ..whats wrong hero …lost something ?”. It took a few seconds for Dahnel to remember that his sword was taken as he entered the city as part of the no arms law in towns (also the reason the thieves where wielding mostly stolen/self-made weapons) . “Heh …a minor setback” Dahnel’s confidence seemed unshaken by the fact he was unarmed. The small man with the sword let out a cry of aggravation before turning his attention directly to Dahnel and began charging at him whilst the rest of the thugs stood watch. Just as the sword reached him the orrian stepped aside so he was parallel with his attacker, placed his fingers across the mans grasp on the hilt and turned his hand upright snapping the thief’s wrist and projecting the crude sword up into the air. He caught the blade with his right hand and drove it deep into the chest of his attacker. On came the sweet pain song of bone removed from cartilage, cartilage removed from flesh, flesh detached from soul, as the blade found air on the other side. The confident onlookers now in shock as to what was just witnessed, a flawless ballet of steel and blood, an infinite waltz over in a matter of seconds.
Asuir looked up the alleyway ..seeing mostly a blur of light, then suddenly a powerful figure broke into the haze, a figure that strolled relentlessly forward with the strength of a lion towards the group of thieves, with each step closer, Asuir’s Vision faded. Blackness.
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“But why Asuir, please don’t go…” Amy stamped her foot and pouted. She was used to getting her own way. A lot. “Amy …don’t be like that ..I have to go, I have to run the family business in Kryta..” He tried to make her see his way of reasoning but it was no use. “Hmph…I don’t want you to go …you said you would never leave me ..”. She tried her best to convince him. “I have no choice…but you’ll be fine, you’re a bright young woman, you don’t need me to look after you ..”. “Then your obviously unaware how much you mean to me….”
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