giga123
01-14-11, 04:43 PM
The cold rushed and shivered into the lands, a Dark Elf, an Assassin, Wolf was shunned from the cities and high on a tree scouting out the area. The land was barren, and the tree itself was one of a kind, it had beautiful long branches curving inwards and green, clear grass sprouting everywhere. Wolf scanned the area with his green eyes, he saw only one entrance that he could aim for and make his way into the town. The time in Wolf’s head dinged and he knew it was exactly 6 hours after noon, the darkness setting in and the blackness of the clouds covering him from sight. The scant breathing from the robed Assassin was the only sound that marked the sky on the evening.
Slim, well-build, and demeaning Wolf had a piece of paper in his hands, it read two words, “Crimson & Iron”, it was an old, rusty piece of paper that was worn through time, it had most likely been around for a few years or so. Wolf looked to his back with a slight swivel of his head and saw a caravan coming up; he swung down and held onto the tree with his feet. Before he was seen, he jumped down as quiet as a cat. He clung to the tree and moved out of sight, he lived for quite a bit of years and he was a sagacious person, traveling through the lands with nothing more than a mere bag and no help. It was him and the elements, against time.
Exactly one week, 3 days, and 4 hours ago, Wolf was in the barren wasteland and was walking, looking for food. He looked everywhere, it must have been at least 2 days since he had food, and lived barely on trash water. The day looked drenched and the life in him was being sucked out, his swagger didn’t waver, he still looked fresh and ready for action. Inside his body was in turmoil and the smallest bit of him seemed to cry out on the verge of death. He walked into a dark cave and looked for something, he found no food, but a piece of paper that the wind must’ve blown in the cave, he could see that, because the dust was in lines and the paper was still moving from side to side little by little. Wolf looked at the paper and it said two words, “Crimson & Iron”. Coincidence or not, on the back of the paper was a poorly drawn map, that led to a town. His will struck him and he immediately had the need to find out more about what the paper meant. Food was still not in sight, but his new found will struck him and his body was fresh again. He drank the last bits of the water he had and walked on toward where the map pointed him too.
Wolf turned and dove at the right time to make it straight under the caravan, he clung to the underside of the caravan and he rode on, trying to finally make his way into the city and to where he would find more about the paper. Wolf rode for a while until the caravan made a jerk and stopped almost throwing Wolf off. The guards were checking, if he scouted carefully, there was 5 guards at the door, 3 would check the caravan and 2 would stay back. The shadows slowly curved up and saw two guards peek under the ride and saw nothing as Wolf slid to the back and clung to the backside of the caravan. The checking finished and he finished his drive towards the area and got off, making his one of many steps into a mystery.
Slim, well-build, and demeaning Wolf had a piece of paper in his hands, it read two words, “Crimson & Iron”, it was an old, rusty piece of paper that was worn through time, it had most likely been around for a few years or so. Wolf looked to his back with a slight swivel of his head and saw a caravan coming up; he swung down and held onto the tree with his feet. Before he was seen, he jumped down as quiet as a cat. He clung to the tree and moved out of sight, he lived for quite a bit of years and he was a sagacious person, traveling through the lands with nothing more than a mere bag and no help. It was him and the elements, against time.
Exactly one week, 3 days, and 4 hours ago, Wolf was in the barren wasteland and was walking, looking for food. He looked everywhere, it must have been at least 2 days since he had food, and lived barely on trash water. The day looked drenched and the life in him was being sucked out, his swagger didn’t waver, he still looked fresh and ready for action. Inside his body was in turmoil and the smallest bit of him seemed to cry out on the verge of death. He walked into a dark cave and looked for something, he found no food, but a piece of paper that the wind must’ve blown in the cave, he could see that, because the dust was in lines and the paper was still moving from side to side little by little. Wolf looked at the paper and it said two words, “Crimson & Iron”. Coincidence or not, on the back of the paper was a poorly drawn map, that led to a town. His will struck him and he immediately had the need to find out more about what the paper meant. Food was still not in sight, but his new found will struck him and his body was fresh again. He drank the last bits of the water he had and walked on toward where the map pointed him too.
Wolf turned and dove at the right time to make it straight under the caravan, he clung to the underside of the caravan and he rode on, trying to finally make his way into the city and to where he would find more about the paper. Wolf rode for a while until the caravan made a jerk and stopped almost throwing Wolf off. The guards were checking, if he scouted carefully, there was 5 guards at the door, 3 would check the caravan and 2 would stay back. The shadows slowly curved up and saw two guards peek under the ride and saw nothing as Wolf slid to the back and clung to the backside of the caravan. The checking finished and he finished his drive towards the area and got off, making his one of many steps into a mystery.