Post by Evoth on Nov 23, 2006 1:45:04 GMT -5
The land is dark, cast in the shroud of shadows until the next morning light. Not a glimpse of light pierce from the heavens above. Only that of the warm light of a humble village can be seen. It was settled in a forest, covered from view by the Fall foliage that lingered in the trees, hanging on to what life they have left. The hamlet remains lonely in the night, isolated by the forest and high plateaus that surrounded the region. Only few passed through this trade route.
The area was calm and quiet. No creatures stirred in the night, only smoke from the chimneys seemed alive. A low wind began to howl. The trees began to sway and move, bending to the force. They moaned as they bowed, throwing leaves and branches into the wind. As quickly as it came, the wind stopped. High upon a plateau something began to stir. A figure stepped forward. It gazed down on the village with glowing amber eyes. They lit up like unbridled flames, casting upon itself a menacing glow.
Black clouds moved across the sky, allowing the pale moonlight to rest its gaze upon the lone figure. It was a young man who appeared to be in his early twenties. His ebon hair lay clean upon his head, only a few long strands remained out of place. The vestures he wore were plain. Thick leather armour, tanned to the point that it almost seemed black as burnt embers in a fire. Upon the sleeves embordered deep, lay a mark of a red dragon, feasting upon its tail in an endless cycle. Around his waist wrapped was that of a belt, which held onto a sheath and sword. A weapon of choice for all that will fight.
Shadows plague the land as the skies began to move once again. The man disappeared into the darkness; with quick movements he jumped into the air and plummeted off the plateau. With whirling winds whipping at his body, he fell into the trees. Branches and twigs snapped until he hit a sturdy branch. It bowed under the impact and let out a low groan. Running his fingers through his hair, twigs and leaves fell softly to the ground.
Jumping silently from tree to tree, only stirring branches and small creatures he made his way to the forest edge. Before him lay a village, that of which he had seek. A rather simple village in a style. Building made of mud and wood, only a few cast in brick and mortar. All lay control to the village square the well lies and the festivals take place. Cobbled roads stretched across the village only fading away to the beaten path left behind by travelers and merchants.
From the trees those amber eyes cast down upon a small hut near the village edge. Within the hut stood two figures talking by the window. One hidden by the shadows and an elderly man. Catching sight of the two caused a smile to appear across the man’s face. The front door opened softly and out stepped a cloaked figure; with a simple nod, the person started away. “Please send word upon your safe arrival.” Said the old man from the threshold. As quickly as the figure left, the elder closed his door. The man in the trees murmured softly to himself and scanned the village. No one was out; the streets were desolate and bare. “Perfect.” Finally he spoke. With those words he jumped from the trees and landed on the ground with a soft thud.
Leaves scattered into the air; He took off running towards the village. His footsteps became silent as he drew close to the home. Looking inside he could see the elder man sitting by the fire eatting what looked like broth. A smirked appeared on the man's face as he saw this. At last he had found who he was looking for. Without hesitation the young man kicked the door in. It hit the ground hard. Instantly the elder man jumped to his feet, flinging his supper onto the floor. "I found you, old man!" Said the young man. The elder looked at the intruder with unshaken resolve.
"Ah, Sy..." He paused and shook his head, "It seems you've finally come." The elder laughed and picked up his now empty bowl of broth and placed it on the table, "So, why have you come to visit me on this eve?" Shrewd was his questions as they got start to the point. Sy narrowed his eyes and glared at the old man.
Drawing his sword, he pointed it directly at the elder's neck, "You know what I've come for! I want the stone." The elder chuckled at Sy's response, "My boy, you know that I don't have it." Sy let loose an agitated grunt, "Come now." Pushing down at the blade with his index finger the old man smirked.
Anger began to boil beneath Sy's chest. The elder was playing games with him. Fire began to burn within his heart. Before the mortal coil could react Sy slashed the man with his blade, sending the elder to the floor. There he lay in pain. Blood poured from his neck. A direct slice across the artery. "Tell me where the damned stone is!" Ordered Sy. Coughing on blood the elder barely spoke, "From the ashes we rise."
Sy looked at the man in anger and confustion, "What did you say? What the hell you say?!" Grabbing hold of the man's collar Sy shook him viciously. There in his grasp the man passed from this world. "Damn it!" Yelled Sy. He flung the elder's body across the room. It smashed hard onto a table, breaking it into peices. "I'll show them all....I want my stone!"
Rage boiled in his chest. It raised like a fire. It's passion grew stronger, until it finally erupted. From his fist it rushed. Flames reached from his fingertips. They danced around in a blaze. Sy smiled as he saw this happen. With a swipe of his hand the hut caught ablaze. The wood began to crack and splinter and finally give way to the blaze. Collasping to the ground, Sy looked up the rest of the village. "One down." He said silently.
(Still in progress.)
The area was calm and quiet. No creatures stirred in the night, only smoke from the chimneys seemed alive. A low wind began to howl. The trees began to sway and move, bending to the force. They moaned as they bowed, throwing leaves and branches into the wind. As quickly as it came, the wind stopped. High upon a plateau something began to stir. A figure stepped forward. It gazed down on the village with glowing amber eyes. They lit up like unbridled flames, casting upon itself a menacing glow.
Black clouds moved across the sky, allowing the pale moonlight to rest its gaze upon the lone figure. It was a young man who appeared to be in his early twenties. His ebon hair lay clean upon his head, only a few long strands remained out of place. The vestures he wore were plain. Thick leather armour, tanned to the point that it almost seemed black as burnt embers in a fire. Upon the sleeves embordered deep, lay a mark of a red dragon, feasting upon its tail in an endless cycle. Around his waist wrapped was that of a belt, which held onto a sheath and sword. A weapon of choice for all that will fight.
Shadows plague the land as the skies began to move once again. The man disappeared into the darkness; with quick movements he jumped into the air and plummeted off the plateau. With whirling winds whipping at his body, he fell into the trees. Branches and twigs snapped until he hit a sturdy branch. It bowed under the impact and let out a low groan. Running his fingers through his hair, twigs and leaves fell softly to the ground.
Jumping silently from tree to tree, only stirring branches and small creatures he made his way to the forest edge. Before him lay a village, that of which he had seek. A rather simple village in a style. Building made of mud and wood, only a few cast in brick and mortar. All lay control to the village square the well lies and the festivals take place. Cobbled roads stretched across the village only fading away to the beaten path left behind by travelers and merchants.
From the trees those amber eyes cast down upon a small hut near the village edge. Within the hut stood two figures talking by the window. One hidden by the shadows and an elderly man. Catching sight of the two caused a smile to appear across the man’s face. The front door opened softly and out stepped a cloaked figure; with a simple nod, the person started away. “Please send word upon your safe arrival.” Said the old man from the threshold. As quickly as the figure left, the elder closed his door. The man in the trees murmured softly to himself and scanned the village. No one was out; the streets were desolate and bare. “Perfect.” Finally he spoke. With those words he jumped from the trees and landed on the ground with a soft thud.
Leaves scattered into the air; He took off running towards the village. His footsteps became silent as he drew close to the home. Looking inside he could see the elder man sitting by the fire eatting what looked like broth. A smirked appeared on the man's face as he saw this. At last he had found who he was looking for. Without hesitation the young man kicked the door in. It hit the ground hard. Instantly the elder man jumped to his feet, flinging his supper onto the floor. "I found you, old man!" Said the young man. The elder looked at the intruder with unshaken resolve.
"Ah, Sy..." He paused and shook his head, "It seems you've finally come." The elder laughed and picked up his now empty bowl of broth and placed it on the table, "So, why have you come to visit me on this eve?" Shrewd was his questions as they got start to the point. Sy narrowed his eyes and glared at the old man.
Drawing his sword, he pointed it directly at the elder's neck, "You know what I've come for! I want the stone." The elder chuckled at Sy's response, "My boy, you know that I don't have it." Sy let loose an agitated grunt, "Come now." Pushing down at the blade with his index finger the old man smirked.
Anger began to boil beneath Sy's chest. The elder was playing games with him. Fire began to burn within his heart. Before the mortal coil could react Sy slashed the man with his blade, sending the elder to the floor. There he lay in pain. Blood poured from his neck. A direct slice across the artery. "Tell me where the damned stone is!" Ordered Sy. Coughing on blood the elder barely spoke, "From the ashes we rise."
Sy looked at the man in anger and confustion, "What did you say? What the hell you say?!" Grabbing hold of the man's collar Sy shook him viciously. There in his grasp the man passed from this world. "Damn it!" Yelled Sy. He flung the elder's body across the room. It smashed hard onto a table, breaking it into peices. "I'll show them all....I want my stone!"
Rage boiled in his chest. It raised like a fire. It's passion grew stronger, until it finally erupted. From his fist it rushed. Flames reached from his fingertips. They danced around in a blaze. Sy smiled as he saw this happen. With a swipe of his hand the hut caught ablaze. The wood began to crack and splinter and finally give way to the blaze. Collasping to the ground, Sy looked up the rest of the village. "One down." He said silently.
(Still in progress.)
