Ayithe Solete
05-17-06, 10:28 AM
((Closed Me and Kaiserin only))
The mayor watched terrified from the small window in the watch tower with both his guards peering across beside him. The horse trotted carefully down the small hill and into the thick mist while its courageous rider sat tall in plated armour from head to toe. Bearing a large titanium shield in his left arm it was decorated in his family crest of a dragon being lanced by a horseman. In his other arm he held a lengthy long sword, a hilt made from silver with a fine blade of stainless steel sharpened to perfection. He pulled his helmet down over his face and raised his shield up to chest height as he ventured further into the mist leaving himself at partial view from his spectators. The grass was all moist but the ground remained hard with few puddles while the trees swayed ever so slightly in the light wind leaving minor creaks from the branches to fill the air with distractions.
A light roar trembled the ground like earth itself feared this creature unsettling the horse as it wavered to one side, its eyes frantically glanced left to right, left to right in hope of spotting what it was. Gently the knight patted the horse on its neck and rubbed its mane back and forth to calm it, the horse remained startled but its owners comfort was enough to keep it moving forward. He tapped his sword on his armoured leg and shouted out into the mist as he passed a small crumbled wall, which appeared very old as the rest of the building it was connected to lay in ruins on the floor giving him a very hard surface to move about on.
“Where are you, you bastard!”
Moving around the ruined building another roar emanated from the mist causing the horse to once again frantically dash to one side, the knight shouted to it as it began an attempt to run into the trees. Pulling hard on the reigns the horse took two steps and paused again as the rider regained control once more. Now realising this was something bigger than he first believed the knight tapped once more on his leg creating a large clanging sound to attract the beast, the description of an over sized white tiger had been given to him. It had always been exaggerated but never before had he seen his horse as unsettled as it was now. A slight rustling of the bushes in front of him grabbed his instant attention and holding his sword high he pulled back to arch his horse into a two footed stance as he shouted out and charged his horse forward.
“Charge!”
The horse instantly went into a full sprint as the knight brought back his sword into a full swing ready to swipe at what ever was to reveal itself to him. The closer he got the more the bushes rustled until upon engagement a large tiger looking creature dived out of the mist around the bush and on its back sat a large man armed to the teeth. His eyes opened wide as it entered his view, the tigers claws released and with its open mouth and went straight for his horse taking them instantly to ground. The horse cried out in pain as it was tore apart in front of its owner’s eyes and he desperately graded himself out from underneath the horse’s fast becoming carcass. Getting to his feet in horror he picked up his dropped sword and tried to swing for his enemy rider.
The loss of his horse was tragic but he was courageous none the less and would avenge his horse with all his might. A large arched swing clashed against the rear of the rider but his sword bounced off him as if he were rubber. No scream came from the rider and he simply hopped off to the floor anticipating the knight’s next swing knocking it clean away again. Feeling like his attempts were useless he was simply kicked backwards onto the ground. The moist ground began to become very slippy for him as he scrambled across the floor to get away, yet the stalking enemy simply walked behind him without worry that he might escape. Making one last ditch effort he threw his sword at the unknown assailant and made a quick dash back towards the hill. Panicking he ran past the building and past a few trees but appeared to get lost in the mist as he eventually couldn’t see a thing around him. Almost spinning around in circles he glanced around him now having no clue where he was. Breathing more with panic than actually being out of breath the sound of footsteps approached behind him and through the mist charge the rider upon his creature once more.
Without being able to do anything the rider leaned from its side and sliced down across the knight ripping through his steel armour with ease. Dropping to the ground in pain he clenched his chest and pulled off his helmet knowing it was over he wanted a proper view of his opponent. Looking across the figure appeared holding its sword above its head. The words “Death for Frehier!” came from its mouth before it drove its sword down through his chest. Slowly the knight keeled over to his death and the mist engulfed the area once more and it dropped silent.
The mayor sat in terror only hearing the cry from the knight as he died and the same words which he heard every time. “Death for Frehier!” Another knight had failed and the mayor sat in fear for another night unable to see what had happened because of the mist. As he sat thinking a voice shouted up to the watch tower, and the Mayor leaned out of the entrance of the watch tower to see who it was.
“Mr Gallow! It’s another one sir!”
The mayor looked down to see another one of the town guards holding a horse, it was the same horse that had entered the mist with the knight on its back. Seemingly unharmed at all the guard had managed to calm it down and the mayor looked on worried of what might come.
-2 days later-
“Thanks for the lift!” Ayithe shouted to the driver of the wagon. She hopped off carefully to the road as the wagon carried on through town. Wearing her usual attire Darkling skin clothes and boots the match, with her disk blades always on view hanging from her side she looked the part of a real travelling fighter having almost no other baggage. Ayithe had managed to get a ride to this town as she travelled across the country, always looking for a new challenge she had slept on the wagon over night and woken up in time to stop off at the small village of Halemburry for something to eat. The local population was about fifty people mainly farmers and mill workers with only one pub/ restaurant in the entire of the village. It was a strange place upon first inspection, the surround fields and moors were covered in mist and four watch towers covered the four points of the village, north, east, south and west. Ayithe wondered why a small farming village needed this and kept a causcious mind as she walked about. The surrounding buildings all looked like this place wasn’t earning that much money as a majority of the buildings were old and poorly made. Yet even more confusing was the materials used were expensive to buy, as if maybe this place had flourished once and not been touched since. Walking straight up the main road through the village the pub wasn’t hard to find with its large hanging sign stretching into the road.
“Hello.” A local said as he walked past Ayithe, she replied and smiled, her first impressions of this place were rather confusing but at least the locals seemed nice people. Ayithe stepped up quickly on the raised wooden floor by the pub and walked up to the door. Her stomach rumbled almost begging her to get food and she proceeded through the door looking straight for the barman. Various people sat about in the pub, yet they looked like they were all downhearted. Ayithe immediately thought they were drunk, this place had really gone down the dumps as far as she could tell yet the barman wasn’t so down hearted as she approached him.
“A fighter are we? I can tell from your gear.” He said rather quickly into assumption.
“Yes,” Ayithe replied. “I was wondering if I could have something to eat?”
The barman pointed up to a caulk board with various food menus on. They hung either side of the bar and Ayithe scanned through looking for something interesting.
“Travelled from far?” He asked her.
“O no, I just travel everywhere, I don’t have a place I stay at for long.” She replied still reading the caulk board.
“I see, but your s skilled fighter though?” He asked again, hooked on facts about her being a fighter.
Why are you so interested in me being a fighter…
“…Yeah I guess so, I just travel about looking for anything that I can use to establish myself. I do it for my father, he was a great fighter in his day, too old now I try to follow in his footsteps.”
“Nice, hey if you want I already have a beef meal ready. It’s rather common here.”
Ayithe paused for a moment then turned to face him, he had been stood staring at her as she had been reading the menu.
“Yeah I’ll give that a try.”
With that he nodded and headed into the back Ayithe turned around and leaned against the bar as she looked about the pub tables. A few people looked up at her with the corner of their eyes, while others were blatant and just stared as if she were an alien. Ayithe decided to turn back away from them, something was strange about this place and Ayithe decided that she wasn’t going to stay here that long to find out what. The barman came back through the door to the bar holding a plate and placed it in front of her, Ayithe held out a few pennies and dropped them in his hand and quickly he counted them before she moved away from the counter.
“Anything else?”
“No thanks, “Ayithe replied. “I’m just having this them moving on.”
She sat back down and proceeded to make haste on the beef steak she had received. It tasted great, Ayithe hadn’t eaten for the days ride with the wagon and this was just delicious.
at last, something great about this place.
She managed to get half way through before deciding she may need a drink too and got up to go to the bar. Taking barely one step everyone stood up as a loud amount of noise came from the outside, two horses had come charging back into the village and looking across the pub and out of the window Ayithe watched as a group of four men quickly got a hold of them. Lightly armoured they must have been guards from the watch towers surrounding the village, the horses looked freaked and took a few minutes to calm down. Ayithe walked slowly to the door of the pub forgetting about her meal back at the table, she walked outside and watched them as they checked them out. The horses weren’t scratched but trailing behind them was the front of the wagon which had been torn free as the horses escaped from what ever they were running from. A man with a more upper dressed suit on walked across with two guards either side of him, and was hailed by the two guards who had caught the horses.
“Mr Gallow, these are the horses from that wagon that just passed through, we had warned him but he ignored us sir.” The first guard exclaimed to the suited man.
“Alright,” He said sighing “Might as well take them to the stables, there’s not much else we can do.”
I arrived on that wagon…
Ayithe stood in shock unsure of if she should ask about the driver. Although it was pretty clear he was dead, but how and why was something Ayithe wasn’t sure she wanted to know as she stood thinking about what was actually going on. Slowly she entered the pub again and a few faces turned her way yet again while the rest returned back to their seats and started muttering about various occurrences. Ayithe managed to hear a few comments but none that revealed anything in particular, most of it was likely to be fairy tale, too many old men and women would gossip and spread myths but at this moment Ayithe was taking in anything she could as she sat back down at her table. A few comments claiming there was a beast, others would say a swordsman but it was all varied yet most were people were quiet about it, accept for one man who stood up shouting like a mental patient and climbed onto the table much to the disapproval of his friends.
“Those horses aren’t real! I swear to you! They are of the creature, I know I survived! I saw my horse get eaten, then my partner killed and yet I saw my horse here after I had got away. Kick them out of town, they aren’t real horses!”
The man was rather frantic and knocked a few drinks off the table as his friends rather embarrassed grabbed him and helped him down. Whispering and sitting him back down with another drink.
I’ve got to ask what’s going on…Maybe the barman knows…
The mayor watched terrified from the small window in the watch tower with both his guards peering across beside him. The horse trotted carefully down the small hill and into the thick mist while its courageous rider sat tall in plated armour from head to toe. Bearing a large titanium shield in his left arm it was decorated in his family crest of a dragon being lanced by a horseman. In his other arm he held a lengthy long sword, a hilt made from silver with a fine blade of stainless steel sharpened to perfection. He pulled his helmet down over his face and raised his shield up to chest height as he ventured further into the mist leaving himself at partial view from his spectators. The grass was all moist but the ground remained hard with few puddles while the trees swayed ever so slightly in the light wind leaving minor creaks from the branches to fill the air with distractions.
A light roar trembled the ground like earth itself feared this creature unsettling the horse as it wavered to one side, its eyes frantically glanced left to right, left to right in hope of spotting what it was. Gently the knight patted the horse on its neck and rubbed its mane back and forth to calm it, the horse remained startled but its owners comfort was enough to keep it moving forward. He tapped his sword on his armoured leg and shouted out into the mist as he passed a small crumbled wall, which appeared very old as the rest of the building it was connected to lay in ruins on the floor giving him a very hard surface to move about on.
“Where are you, you bastard!”
Moving around the ruined building another roar emanated from the mist causing the horse to once again frantically dash to one side, the knight shouted to it as it began an attempt to run into the trees. Pulling hard on the reigns the horse took two steps and paused again as the rider regained control once more. Now realising this was something bigger than he first believed the knight tapped once more on his leg creating a large clanging sound to attract the beast, the description of an over sized white tiger had been given to him. It had always been exaggerated but never before had he seen his horse as unsettled as it was now. A slight rustling of the bushes in front of him grabbed his instant attention and holding his sword high he pulled back to arch his horse into a two footed stance as he shouted out and charged his horse forward.
“Charge!”
The horse instantly went into a full sprint as the knight brought back his sword into a full swing ready to swipe at what ever was to reveal itself to him. The closer he got the more the bushes rustled until upon engagement a large tiger looking creature dived out of the mist around the bush and on its back sat a large man armed to the teeth. His eyes opened wide as it entered his view, the tigers claws released and with its open mouth and went straight for his horse taking them instantly to ground. The horse cried out in pain as it was tore apart in front of its owner’s eyes and he desperately graded himself out from underneath the horse’s fast becoming carcass. Getting to his feet in horror he picked up his dropped sword and tried to swing for his enemy rider.
The loss of his horse was tragic but he was courageous none the less and would avenge his horse with all his might. A large arched swing clashed against the rear of the rider but his sword bounced off him as if he were rubber. No scream came from the rider and he simply hopped off to the floor anticipating the knight’s next swing knocking it clean away again. Feeling like his attempts were useless he was simply kicked backwards onto the ground. The moist ground began to become very slippy for him as he scrambled across the floor to get away, yet the stalking enemy simply walked behind him without worry that he might escape. Making one last ditch effort he threw his sword at the unknown assailant and made a quick dash back towards the hill. Panicking he ran past the building and past a few trees but appeared to get lost in the mist as he eventually couldn’t see a thing around him. Almost spinning around in circles he glanced around him now having no clue where he was. Breathing more with panic than actually being out of breath the sound of footsteps approached behind him and through the mist charge the rider upon his creature once more.
Without being able to do anything the rider leaned from its side and sliced down across the knight ripping through his steel armour with ease. Dropping to the ground in pain he clenched his chest and pulled off his helmet knowing it was over he wanted a proper view of his opponent. Looking across the figure appeared holding its sword above its head. The words “Death for Frehier!” came from its mouth before it drove its sword down through his chest. Slowly the knight keeled over to his death and the mist engulfed the area once more and it dropped silent.
The mayor sat in terror only hearing the cry from the knight as he died and the same words which he heard every time. “Death for Frehier!” Another knight had failed and the mayor sat in fear for another night unable to see what had happened because of the mist. As he sat thinking a voice shouted up to the watch tower, and the Mayor leaned out of the entrance of the watch tower to see who it was.
“Mr Gallow! It’s another one sir!”
The mayor looked down to see another one of the town guards holding a horse, it was the same horse that had entered the mist with the knight on its back. Seemingly unharmed at all the guard had managed to calm it down and the mayor looked on worried of what might come.
-2 days later-
“Thanks for the lift!” Ayithe shouted to the driver of the wagon. She hopped off carefully to the road as the wagon carried on through town. Wearing her usual attire Darkling skin clothes and boots the match, with her disk blades always on view hanging from her side she looked the part of a real travelling fighter having almost no other baggage. Ayithe had managed to get a ride to this town as she travelled across the country, always looking for a new challenge she had slept on the wagon over night and woken up in time to stop off at the small village of Halemburry for something to eat. The local population was about fifty people mainly farmers and mill workers with only one pub/ restaurant in the entire of the village. It was a strange place upon first inspection, the surround fields and moors were covered in mist and four watch towers covered the four points of the village, north, east, south and west. Ayithe wondered why a small farming village needed this and kept a causcious mind as she walked about. The surrounding buildings all looked like this place wasn’t earning that much money as a majority of the buildings were old and poorly made. Yet even more confusing was the materials used were expensive to buy, as if maybe this place had flourished once and not been touched since. Walking straight up the main road through the village the pub wasn’t hard to find with its large hanging sign stretching into the road.
“Hello.” A local said as he walked past Ayithe, she replied and smiled, her first impressions of this place were rather confusing but at least the locals seemed nice people. Ayithe stepped up quickly on the raised wooden floor by the pub and walked up to the door. Her stomach rumbled almost begging her to get food and she proceeded through the door looking straight for the barman. Various people sat about in the pub, yet they looked like they were all downhearted. Ayithe immediately thought they were drunk, this place had really gone down the dumps as far as she could tell yet the barman wasn’t so down hearted as she approached him.
“A fighter are we? I can tell from your gear.” He said rather quickly into assumption.
“Yes,” Ayithe replied. “I was wondering if I could have something to eat?”
The barman pointed up to a caulk board with various food menus on. They hung either side of the bar and Ayithe scanned through looking for something interesting.
“Travelled from far?” He asked her.
“O no, I just travel everywhere, I don’t have a place I stay at for long.” She replied still reading the caulk board.
“I see, but your s skilled fighter though?” He asked again, hooked on facts about her being a fighter.
Why are you so interested in me being a fighter…
“…Yeah I guess so, I just travel about looking for anything that I can use to establish myself. I do it for my father, he was a great fighter in his day, too old now I try to follow in his footsteps.”
“Nice, hey if you want I already have a beef meal ready. It’s rather common here.”
Ayithe paused for a moment then turned to face him, he had been stood staring at her as she had been reading the menu.
“Yeah I’ll give that a try.”
With that he nodded and headed into the back Ayithe turned around and leaned against the bar as she looked about the pub tables. A few people looked up at her with the corner of their eyes, while others were blatant and just stared as if she were an alien. Ayithe decided to turn back away from them, something was strange about this place and Ayithe decided that she wasn’t going to stay here that long to find out what. The barman came back through the door to the bar holding a plate and placed it in front of her, Ayithe held out a few pennies and dropped them in his hand and quickly he counted them before she moved away from the counter.
“Anything else?”
“No thanks, “Ayithe replied. “I’m just having this them moving on.”
She sat back down and proceeded to make haste on the beef steak she had received. It tasted great, Ayithe hadn’t eaten for the days ride with the wagon and this was just delicious.
at last, something great about this place.
She managed to get half way through before deciding she may need a drink too and got up to go to the bar. Taking barely one step everyone stood up as a loud amount of noise came from the outside, two horses had come charging back into the village and looking across the pub and out of the window Ayithe watched as a group of four men quickly got a hold of them. Lightly armoured they must have been guards from the watch towers surrounding the village, the horses looked freaked and took a few minutes to calm down. Ayithe walked slowly to the door of the pub forgetting about her meal back at the table, she walked outside and watched them as they checked them out. The horses weren’t scratched but trailing behind them was the front of the wagon which had been torn free as the horses escaped from what ever they were running from. A man with a more upper dressed suit on walked across with two guards either side of him, and was hailed by the two guards who had caught the horses.
“Mr Gallow, these are the horses from that wagon that just passed through, we had warned him but he ignored us sir.” The first guard exclaimed to the suited man.
“Alright,” He said sighing “Might as well take them to the stables, there’s not much else we can do.”
I arrived on that wagon…
Ayithe stood in shock unsure of if she should ask about the driver. Although it was pretty clear he was dead, but how and why was something Ayithe wasn’t sure she wanted to know as she stood thinking about what was actually going on. Slowly she entered the pub again and a few faces turned her way yet again while the rest returned back to their seats and started muttering about various occurrences. Ayithe managed to hear a few comments but none that revealed anything in particular, most of it was likely to be fairy tale, too many old men and women would gossip and spread myths but at this moment Ayithe was taking in anything she could as she sat back down at her table. A few comments claiming there was a beast, others would say a swordsman but it was all varied yet most were people were quiet about it, accept for one man who stood up shouting like a mental patient and climbed onto the table much to the disapproval of his friends.
“Those horses aren’t real! I swear to you! They are of the creature, I know I survived! I saw my horse get eaten, then my partner killed and yet I saw my horse here after I had got away. Kick them out of town, they aren’t real horses!”
The man was rather frantic and knocked a few drinks off the table as his friends rather embarrassed grabbed him and helped him down. Whispering and sitting him back down with another drink.
I’ve got to ask what’s going on…Maybe the barman knows…