Basileus
01-24-09, 04:27 PM
This is a solo quest for the character Mannfred
She ran, her feet pounding against the road they were getting closer she knew if she didn’t lose them in the streets soon they will take her back to her father and sold to her death in marriage to the Count Delan. There was a alley just to the left she sharply turned and made for it, dodging in and out of the way of people and carts. She began to weep the people around her only shouted abuse at her instead coming to her aid against the hunters at her back, the thudding of her heart got louder and louder she could no longer feel her feet which was a blessing the sores and gashes were not screaming at her to stop any more. The world began to feel lighter, the weight on her battered legs were lessening they were getting left behind now, she knew one final push would be her way to freedom she dipped her head and then the world darkened and stopped moving there was now a tickling feeling on her forehead, she realised that she was no longer looking at the cobbles on the street but now at the moon in the sky peeking out behind the cruel dour buildings. There was laughter.
“Well Ologib it seems our little lost lamb has ran her way into a dead end quite literary” mocked a unseen voice
“Stupid girl just ran right into dat wall, thought you humies were supposed to be smarta than us gobboz eh Markuz” cackled the other
“We are” growled the man kicking the goblin furiously in the head “Now bind her hands so we can drag her back to the wagon, then on to our reward”.
The goblin adopted a wicked grin taking note of the kick and advanced quickly onto the dazed girl putting her hands behind her back and tying the rope tightly around her wrists. She was quickly dragged to her feet and pushed forward not knowing where she was now or what was happening she dragged her feet in mild protest.
“Now don’t you go eating any parts of her Ologib the last contractor was not best pleased when you brought back his son with two missing legs”
The man waited for a squeal coming from the goblin but nothing came.
“Look you little git now is not the time for hidin…”
As he turned he saw the goblin gasping, black blood slowly trickling down from his mouth there was a bolt sticking out of his neck
“Ologib?…”.
The man heard a slow rasp of metal behind him, he swiftly turned drew his sword to face what ever killed his companion. In front of him stood a tall man inhumanly thin almost skeletal like in build, in his right hand he held a long rapier that shined in the moon light, two bright blue orbs glared at him in the dark. The man quickly got over his fear and swung for the gaunt figure there was a clang of metal as the blade was parried by the man. The gaunt figure slowly strafed around Markus his sword pointed directly at him with out warning he struck his blade swung in a wide arc at his head, Markus easily dodged the blow only to be struck on the head by something else. Dazed Markus backed away, the gaunt man was just standing there, Rapier in one hand and a cane firmly in the ground.
YOUR LIFE DOES NOT NEED TO END HERE MARKUS HENDRIKS, YOU CAN WALK AWAY, FORGET YOU EVER SET EYES ON THE GIRL AND MYSELF. OR YOU COULD FIGHT ON AND DIE IN THE STREETS ALONE AND FORGOTTEN. the gaunt mans voice echoed through the alley it seemed as if the words went straight to his mind and didn't bother with the space inbetween.
Markus dropped his blade and began to run when he felt a sharp pain in his back and chest, he looked down to see his own blade sticking out, red in his own blood
MY APOLOGISES, YOUR LIFE NEEDED NOT OF ENDED HERE BUT IT WILL ALL THE SAME.
The gaunt man looked down at the girl dropped the bloodied blade of the recently deceased Markus, he slowly picked the girl up and dissappeared into the shadows with her to leave the beggars to loot the bodies of the two hunters.
She ran, her feet pounding against the road they were getting closer she knew if she didn’t lose them in the streets soon they will take her back to her father and sold to her death in marriage to the Count Delan. There was a alley just to the left she sharply turned and made for it, dodging in and out of the way of people and carts. She began to weep the people around her only shouted abuse at her instead coming to her aid against the hunters at her back, the thudding of her heart got louder and louder she could no longer feel her feet which was a blessing the sores and gashes were not screaming at her to stop any more. The world began to feel lighter, the weight on her battered legs were lessening they were getting left behind now, she knew one final push would be her way to freedom she dipped her head and then the world darkened and stopped moving there was now a tickling feeling on her forehead, she realised that she was no longer looking at the cobbles on the street but now at the moon in the sky peeking out behind the cruel dour buildings. There was laughter.
“Well Ologib it seems our little lost lamb has ran her way into a dead end quite literary” mocked a unseen voice
“Stupid girl just ran right into dat wall, thought you humies were supposed to be smarta than us gobboz eh Markuz” cackled the other
“We are” growled the man kicking the goblin furiously in the head “Now bind her hands so we can drag her back to the wagon, then on to our reward”.
The goblin adopted a wicked grin taking note of the kick and advanced quickly onto the dazed girl putting her hands behind her back and tying the rope tightly around her wrists. She was quickly dragged to her feet and pushed forward not knowing where she was now or what was happening she dragged her feet in mild protest.
“Now don’t you go eating any parts of her Ologib the last contractor was not best pleased when you brought back his son with two missing legs”
The man waited for a squeal coming from the goblin but nothing came.
“Look you little git now is not the time for hidin…”
As he turned he saw the goblin gasping, black blood slowly trickling down from his mouth there was a bolt sticking out of his neck
“Ologib?…”.
The man heard a slow rasp of metal behind him, he swiftly turned drew his sword to face what ever killed his companion. In front of him stood a tall man inhumanly thin almost skeletal like in build, in his right hand he held a long rapier that shined in the moon light, two bright blue orbs glared at him in the dark. The man quickly got over his fear and swung for the gaunt figure there was a clang of metal as the blade was parried by the man. The gaunt figure slowly strafed around Markus his sword pointed directly at him with out warning he struck his blade swung in a wide arc at his head, Markus easily dodged the blow only to be struck on the head by something else. Dazed Markus backed away, the gaunt man was just standing there, Rapier in one hand and a cane firmly in the ground.
YOUR LIFE DOES NOT NEED TO END HERE MARKUS HENDRIKS, YOU CAN WALK AWAY, FORGET YOU EVER SET EYES ON THE GIRL AND MYSELF. OR YOU COULD FIGHT ON AND DIE IN THE STREETS ALONE AND FORGOTTEN. the gaunt mans voice echoed through the alley it seemed as if the words went straight to his mind and didn't bother with the space inbetween.
Markus dropped his blade and began to run when he felt a sharp pain in his back and chest, he looked down to see his own blade sticking out, red in his own blood
MY APOLOGISES, YOUR LIFE NEEDED NOT OF ENDED HERE BUT IT WILL ALL THE SAME.
The gaunt man looked down at the girl dropped the bloodied blade of the recently deceased Markus, he slowly picked the girl up and dissappeared into the shadows with her to leave the beggars to loot the bodies of the two hunters.