Chapter 7: The Drunken Uncle
The air was cooler than before, delving deep beneath the skin of any person walking amongst its mist. The bright sun had been masked by the white and grey, further cooling the air.
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Monday, August 27, 2012
Friday, August 17, 2012
DP Book 2: Chapter 5: The Black Crow
The mess hall was full, dozens of peasants and hungry Prayan soldiers swarmed the place like a bunch of hungry disease-ridden rats. The newly appointed Jarl of Praya, was scheduled to eat among the citizens for a special dinner. The peasants had still been amazed by what they had seen months earlier with the Wolf Man getting slain. "You think will ever see that boy again," a curious boy asked.
"You don't have to worry about that anymore, the new Jarl will keep us safe," a nearby woman responded.
"These people are so delusional.." A mysterious figure said to itself. The masked figure was covered in black leather. It was sitting alone, away from the mass crowd,.
Suddenly, a nearby guard announced that the great Jarl Elric has arrived. 12 men walked in a straight line, 6 on the right and 6 on the left. The Jarl was in between both group of soldiers. His hair was the color of reddish mud, but not red. He was a tall man, he stood above everyone in the mess hall. He had fur draped across his wide back and shoulders, with a longsword dangling from his right hip. "All hail the great Jarl Elric," the same guard shouted with all his breath. Elric had begun waving his dirty palm to the mass crowds, shaking the hands of poor men and generously touching any woman ignorant enough to approach him. The 12 men and the Jarl all sat down at the biggest table, farthest away from the shadowy figure. The people continued to praise the bastard of a Jarl, some say that the Elric had poisoned the previous ruler, or...his father.
The shadowy figure shortly revealed its mouth, only to drink from it's dusty glass., then quickly masked itself once more. A little girl had dropped her handmade doll, right near the wrapped feet of the dark figure. Quickly asking the person to pick up her doll, the figure reached down and grabbed the dark haired doll, and gave it back to the girl. It spoke in a soft voice, "here you go little girl..." The little child said its thanks and quickly ran off. The figure then spoke again to itself, "showtime!" It quickly jumped up from its seat and flipped to a nearby guard, unsheathing a small silver blade , quickly slicing open the guard's exposed throat, causing him to fall instantly to his death. The mess hall instantly erupted into screams of chaos and fear. The "great" Jarl Elric ordered his guards to attack the figure.
The figure unmasked itself, revealing her long golden hair, and lush lips. She had bright green eyes, similar to wild snakes. She began to run across tables while throwing
sharp daggers at the 12 men rushing her. Taking down half of the guards, she quickly dismantled the remaining 6 with a hidden short sword, cutting the feet of two, then beheading another. The mysterious woman was a master with a short sword, the sword of the assassin. The remaining men fell quickly, there flowing blood covered the cold ground surrounding the Jarl.
"I know who you are! You're the Crow." The Jarl screamed in fear.
The woman removed her outer-garments, revealing the top her ample bosom. The black leather covered most of her body, only putting emphasis on her womanly body parts.
"Yes, you right. I am the Black Crow." The woman said while smiling.
The Jarl tried to desperately reach for his sword but the woman quickly thrusted her blade into the hand of the Jarl, right against the wooden table. He cried out in angst and suffer, he tried to just yank his hand from underneath the blade, but it only opened his wound severely, the blood sprayed across his face.
"Fool..."
The woman removed the blade from the table, then lunged is threw the man's chest, stopping his breath permanently.
The Crow removed the messy blade from the man's chest, and began to walk out of the hall. Only stopping to give her short sword to the girl, while taking the doll. "You don't need to be playing with dolls, but playing with knives..."
"You don't have to worry about that anymore, the new Jarl will keep us safe," a nearby woman responded.
"These people are so delusional.." A mysterious figure said to itself. The masked figure was covered in black leather. It was sitting alone, away from the mass crowd,.
Suddenly, a nearby guard announced that the great Jarl Elric has arrived. 12 men walked in a straight line, 6 on the right and 6 on the left. The Jarl was in between both group of soldiers. His hair was the color of reddish mud, but not red. He was a tall man, he stood above everyone in the mess hall. He had fur draped across his wide back and shoulders, with a longsword dangling from his right hip. "All hail the great Jarl Elric," the same guard shouted with all his breath. Elric had begun waving his dirty palm to the mass crowds, shaking the hands of poor men and generously touching any woman ignorant enough to approach him. The 12 men and the Jarl all sat down at the biggest table, farthest away from the shadowy figure. The people continued to praise the bastard of a Jarl, some say that the Elric had poisoned the previous ruler, or...his father.
The shadowy figure shortly revealed its mouth, only to drink from it's dusty glass., then quickly masked itself once more. A little girl had dropped her handmade doll, right near the wrapped feet of the dark figure. Quickly asking the person to pick up her doll, the figure reached down and grabbed the dark haired doll, and gave it back to the girl. It spoke in a soft voice, "here you go little girl..." The little child said its thanks and quickly ran off. The figure then spoke again to itself, "showtime!" It quickly jumped up from its seat and flipped to a nearby guard, unsheathing a small silver blade , quickly slicing open the guard's exposed throat, causing him to fall instantly to his death. The mess hall instantly erupted into screams of chaos and fear. The "great" Jarl Elric ordered his guards to attack the figure.
The figure unmasked itself, revealing her long golden hair, and lush lips. She had bright green eyes, similar to wild snakes. She began to run across tables while throwing
sharp daggers at the 12 men rushing her. Taking down half of the guards, she quickly dismantled the remaining 6 with a hidden short sword, cutting the feet of two, then beheading another. The mysterious woman was a master with a short sword, the sword of the assassin. The remaining men fell quickly, there flowing blood covered the cold ground surrounding the Jarl.
"I know who you are! You're the Crow." The Jarl screamed in fear.
The woman removed her outer-garments, revealing the top her ample bosom. The black leather covered most of her body, only putting emphasis on her womanly body parts.
"Yes, you right. I am the Black Crow." The woman said while smiling.
The Jarl tried to desperately reach for his sword but the woman quickly thrusted her blade into the hand of the Jarl, right against the wooden table. He cried out in angst and suffer, he tried to just yank his hand from underneath the blade, but it only opened his wound severely, the blood sprayed across his face.
"Fool..."
The woman removed the blade from the table, then lunged is threw the man's chest, stopping his breath permanently.
The Crow removed the messy blade from the man's chest, and began to walk out of the hall. Only stopping to give her short sword to the girl, while taking the doll. "You don't need to be playing with dolls, but playing with knives..."
Monday, August 13, 2012
DP Book 2: Chapter 4: "Two Old Friends"
"You ever wander why it took so long for us to meet, I just feel like we make a good team. Cal and Sam, that sounds really nice doesn't it?" Calebb asked with a bright smile across his face.
"Please kid, don't make me regret bringing you along with me. Try and keep quiet..."
"Please kid, don't make me regret bringing you along with me. Try and keep quiet..."
Wednesday, August 1, 2012
DP Book 2: Chapter 3: The Wallowing Loner
Samwell had been walking for days, through the harsh suns and dark brisk moons, he had begun walking up a steep mountain ridge, until he noticed a sobbing man. Although it was a crying man, it wasn't The Suffering, it was someone different. Sam was going to walk right by the poor boy, but the never-ending blubbering caused him to go to the side of the boy. He reluctantly asked, "Whats wrong with you?" The boy took a moment to compose himself, wiped away his tears, and stood up. "Oh nothing its just that I'm very hungry and I haven't eaten in days, I'm not a very good hunter."
"Your father should have taught you how to hunt, where is he?" Sam asked.
"I'm afraid that would be impossible, my father is no longer here with me."
"What happened to him."
"Well, its kind of a short story. I was out swimming in the lake one day, and I thought it would be fun to scare my father, so I called him out to the nearby lake. Since we lived out in the forest by ourselves, there was a lot of places where I could hide at. Once my dad got near the lake, I yelled at him, and frightened him. He was startled by my loud yelp, that he fell into the river. At that moment I learned something new about my dad, he couldn't swim... He ended up drowning in a matter of moments, that was the last time I seen my father, well, his floating body.."
"Sorry to hear that kid?" Sam responded with a concerned look on his face. " You must have a mom then?"
" No my mom was burned alive in a house fire I caused when I was smaller, it was a tragic accident, I still have nightmares about that night..."
"It looks like you've had a bit of bad luck, to say the least..."
Sam had begun to continue walking, but stopped immediately by the shriek of the boy. "Hey mister, can I come with you. I don't have anything so I won't be a burden. I just don't know where to go at all."
"I don't know kid, I have a lot of things to figure out, don't you have a friend you can live with?"
The boy responded, "What's a Friend?"
"....."
Sam had a confused look on his face, but then turned to compassion. "Fine you can come along , just don't get in my way. What do they call you anyway kid, The Wallowing Loner?"
"Oh no, my name is Calebb, and you?"
"Samwell...."
"Well nice to meet you Samwell, looks like I have a... a friend now...."
"Your father should have taught you how to hunt, where is he?" Sam asked.
"I'm afraid that would be impossible, my father is no longer here with me."
"What happened to him."
"Well, its kind of a short story. I was out swimming in the lake one day, and I thought it would be fun to scare my father, so I called him out to the nearby lake. Since we lived out in the forest by ourselves, there was a lot of places where I could hide at. Once my dad got near the lake, I yelled at him, and frightened him. He was startled by my loud yelp, that he fell into the river. At that moment I learned something new about my dad, he couldn't swim... He ended up drowning in a matter of moments, that was the last time I seen my father, well, his floating body.."
"Sorry to hear that kid?" Sam responded with a concerned look on his face. " You must have a mom then?"
" No my mom was burned alive in a house fire I caused when I was smaller, it was a tragic accident, I still have nightmares about that night..."
"It looks like you've had a bit of bad luck, to say the least..."
Sam had begun to continue walking, but stopped immediately by the shriek of the boy. "Hey mister, can I come with you. I don't have anything so I won't be a burden. I just don't know where to go at all."
"I don't know kid, I have a lot of things to figure out, don't you have a friend you can live with?"
The boy responded, "What's a Friend?"
"....."
Sam had a confused look on his face, but then turned to compassion. "Fine you can come along , just don't get in my way. What do they call you anyway kid, The Wallowing Loner?"
"Oh no, my name is Calebb, and you?"
"Samwell...."
"Well nice to meet you Samwell, looks like I have a... a friend now...."