05-06-2010, 06:53 AM
Well I figure I'm going to take a crack at this writing stuff. Hope you enjoy my time and effort on this bookish thing? :P
Chapter 1: The Job
Chapter 2: Drums of War
Chapter 3: Snakes in the Grass
Chapter 1: The Job
Spoiler:
The assassin paid no attention to the fly buzzing in his ear. Looking down from the branches where he hid he observed a crude dirt path. Worn from many years of horse and man travel it seemed like the perfect spot for an interception.
Glancing up he saw nothing but the shadows cast downward by large beasts of trees. Wild branches swayed in the cold dawn breeze brought about by spring, sending shivers down the man's back. As twigs whipped his face he reached downward towards his belt, surveying his surroundings like an owl would with mice.
A snap of dead wood drew then assassin's gaze directly into the separated trees where the path cut through. Starring at the route for a time the man lost count he spotted his prey.
Quietly the man steadied himself on the branch he was perched on. Wiping the sweat from his damp brow he took in a deep breath. Hands shaking he reached down into the pocket of his belt, protruding a crude looking blade. About a hand long and a hair width it made the perfect weapon.
The prey seemed nervous as he scanned his surroundings. Stopping under the tree where his attacker awaited he took out a water-skin. Emptying the sack he tossed it to the ground mumbling something. There he sat on a slab on granite not one foot from the tree.
Looking at the man, the assassin tried not to picture the family he would be destroying with one slash, but rather trying to dream of the gold he would come into when slaying this noble. The man looked roughly around twenty-five, with dark brown hair flowing gently in the breeze.
Thinking to himself one last time, after making final preparations, the assassin balanced himself on the branch he was located on. Tensing his muscles he readied for a jump. Suddenly all that was around him was air and the target in front of him.
Diving towards the man he pummeled him to the ground. Twisting the man down to the ground with his hands behind his back, he yanked at the mans free flowing brown locks. Tilting his neck upright on an angle he twisted the blade in his hand. With a sudden lurch the assassin drove the blade directly into the man's neck, pulling out quickly he severed the man's shoulder. Blood erupted from both wounds, drenching the dirt and staining the assassin's white tunic. With a final kick the dead body rolled over and froze to the spot.
Looking down at the body, he picked it up, turned his head, and starred into the man's glassy, misty eyes. Whispering "I had to do it." Walking for a short while he approached a lake. Dropping the body to the ground he took his knife and set to work.
After an hours work of hacking and slashing he picked up the remains of the body, now little chopped up pieces. With one last glance he tossed the remains into the water. A second later, the sound of hungry splashing from the water awarded the assassin with relief. His job was done, now his riches were to come.
He half turned when he stumbled and fell backwards. His chest felt like it was getting lighter, as did his legs. Trying to move his hands, he had no avail. Looking down at his body he saw a crude black arrow protruding from where his heart lay. Setting his head down he accepted his fate, accepted he had been crossed, and accepted that now, he would have to face the wrath of the all mighty one. Closing his eyes he slowed his breathing and waited for his entirety of dreams.
Glancing up he saw nothing but the shadows cast downward by large beasts of trees. Wild branches swayed in the cold dawn breeze brought about by spring, sending shivers down the man's back. As twigs whipped his face he reached downward towards his belt, surveying his surroundings like an owl would with mice.
A snap of dead wood drew then assassin's gaze directly into the separated trees where the path cut through. Starring at the route for a time the man lost count he spotted his prey.
Quietly the man steadied himself on the branch he was perched on. Wiping the sweat from his damp brow he took in a deep breath. Hands shaking he reached down into the pocket of his belt, protruding a crude looking blade. About a hand long and a hair width it made the perfect weapon.
The prey seemed nervous as he scanned his surroundings. Stopping under the tree where his attacker awaited he took out a water-skin. Emptying the sack he tossed it to the ground mumbling something. There he sat on a slab on granite not one foot from the tree.
Looking at the man, the assassin tried not to picture the family he would be destroying with one slash, but rather trying to dream of the gold he would come into when slaying this noble. The man looked roughly around twenty-five, with dark brown hair flowing gently in the breeze.
Thinking to himself one last time, after making final preparations, the assassin balanced himself on the branch he was located on. Tensing his muscles he readied for a jump. Suddenly all that was around him was air and the target in front of him.
Diving towards the man he pummeled him to the ground. Twisting the man down to the ground with his hands behind his back, he yanked at the mans free flowing brown locks. Tilting his neck upright on an angle he twisted the blade in his hand. With a sudden lurch the assassin drove the blade directly into the man's neck, pulling out quickly he severed the man's shoulder. Blood erupted from both wounds, drenching the dirt and staining the assassin's white tunic. With a final kick the dead body rolled over and froze to the spot.
Looking down at the body, he picked it up, turned his head, and starred into the man's glassy, misty eyes. Whispering "I had to do it." Walking for a short while he approached a lake. Dropping the body to the ground he took his knife and set to work.
After an hours work of hacking and slashing he picked up the remains of the body, now little chopped up pieces. With one last glance he tossed the remains into the water. A second later, the sound of hungry splashing from the water awarded the assassin with relief. His job was done, now his riches were to come.
He half turned when he stumbled and fell backwards. His chest felt like it was getting lighter, as did his legs. Trying to move his hands, he had no avail. Looking down at his body he saw a crude black arrow protruding from where his heart lay. Setting his head down he accepted his fate, accepted he had been crossed, and accepted that now, he would have to face the wrath of the all mighty one. Closing his eyes he slowed his breathing and waited for his entirety of dreams.
Chapter 2: Drums of War
Spoiler:
Bright white light penetrated the assassins eyes, snapping them open. Turning his head he looked at his surroundings. A dim tent with colors like blood surrounded him. On one side there was a mahogany desk, with tools never seen by the assassin. On the other side there appeared to be basin full of warm water, with steam rising from the contents. The smell of musky leather stank the area.
In the doorway was a young woman about the age of himself, twenty-one. A shimmering light seemed to reflect off of her, as he soon realized she was wearing a full suit of protective white armor. With a worried look on her face she paced around the tent until she found a damp cloth. Smearing some fruit juice onto the cloth she dabbed it on the assassins chest.
Pain erupted from his body, through his legs, and up to his brain. He tried to sit upright as if to shake off the pain, but as he did this a buzzing noise sounded from his brain. A small snap echoed through his mind as his vision went black and he fell with a thump onto the makeshift bed where he lay.
Nothing but silence sounded around him. He couldn't feel his body anymore, as if it were an empty shell. Waves of pain slowly receded as sleep overtook him. Little did he know the drums of war had started the first note.
In the doorway was a young woman about the age of himself, twenty-one. A shimmering light seemed to reflect off of her, as he soon realized she was wearing a full suit of protective white armor. With a worried look on her face she paced around the tent until she found a damp cloth. Smearing some fruit juice onto the cloth she dabbed it on the assassins chest.
Pain erupted from his body, through his legs, and up to his brain. He tried to sit upright as if to shake off the pain, but as he did this a buzzing noise sounded from his brain. A small snap echoed through his mind as his vision went black and he fell with a thump onto the makeshift bed where he lay.
Nothing but silence sounded around him. He couldn't feel his body anymore, as if it were an empty shell. Waves of pain slowly receded as sleep overtook him. Little did he know the drums of war had started the first note.
Chapter 3: Snakes in the Grass
Spoiler:
A couple hours later the man awoke. The lighting had now changed to a dark musky gray. Cold air blew into the tent as the man looked around. There appeared to be nobody around.
Trying to move his hands, he was alarmed to see that they wouldn't obey his command. Held down by straps of hardened leather, as were his neck and legs.
As a rustling sound whispered through the night a dark man had walked into the tent, alone. Too dark for details the assassin closed his eyes and waited for what was to come.
A slithering of a sword being unsheathed shot his eyes in full direction of the man. The sword looked as if it had been fashioned with golden ores, with a glinting ruby implanted in the pommel.
Lifting the glorious blade so it touched the assassins neck, cold metal slithered on his bare neck. With a flick of the wrist the dark figure slashed down at his neck, but with no intention to harm him. The blade whistling past his chin with all but one inch left to spare he heard a sly snap.
Looking downwards he saw that the straps around his neck had come loose. Moving his head around he had better sight of the blade carrying man.
"Why would you put those around me if you were just going to destroy them and tear them off my body?" The assassin demanded.
"Keep your voice down you bloody fool," The figure whispered in a menacing tone. "Your going to wake the others!"
"Who are you? Why are you here? What are you doing?" The assassin asked.
"I'm here to save you what does it look like?!"
"Save me from wh..." Was all the assassin got through before the figure gasped.
"Run..." He managed to say before he slumped to the ground, a dark glowing blade penetrating his back.
Quickly now the assassin tried to reach his own knife. Sweat dripping from his neck where the straps had been. After a frenetic wiggle of his hands he reached his blade, slashing the remaining straps.
Quick on his feet the assassin tore the blade out of the man's back. There he stood listening for the attacker. Then almost as silent as a ghost he heard a whining air cutting sound. Quickly dropping to his back he caught a glimpse of the deadly knife that had flown over his face.
Standing upright as quick as a hiccup he whipped his blade he retrieved from the dead body, only to hear a low grunt, then a thump to the ground.
Stealing the bags he had seen on the desk, along with some of the items hoping they would be of use he ran out of the tent into the darkness. Right behind him however he had not seen the archer positioned on the right side of the tent, slowing his breath, waiting for the perfect shot.
Trying to move his hands, he was alarmed to see that they wouldn't obey his command. Held down by straps of hardened leather, as were his neck and legs.
As a rustling sound whispered through the night a dark man had walked into the tent, alone. Too dark for details the assassin closed his eyes and waited for what was to come.
A slithering of a sword being unsheathed shot his eyes in full direction of the man. The sword looked as if it had been fashioned with golden ores, with a glinting ruby implanted in the pommel.
Lifting the glorious blade so it touched the assassins neck, cold metal slithered on his bare neck. With a flick of the wrist the dark figure slashed down at his neck, but with no intention to harm him. The blade whistling past his chin with all but one inch left to spare he heard a sly snap.
Looking downwards he saw that the straps around his neck had come loose. Moving his head around he had better sight of the blade carrying man.
"Why would you put those around me if you were just going to destroy them and tear them off my body?" The assassin demanded.
"Keep your voice down you bloody fool," The figure whispered in a menacing tone. "Your going to wake the others!"
"Who are you? Why are you here? What are you doing?" The assassin asked.
"I'm here to save you what does it look like?!"
"Save me from wh..." Was all the assassin got through before the figure gasped.
"Run..." He managed to say before he slumped to the ground, a dark glowing blade penetrating his back.
Quickly now the assassin tried to reach his own knife. Sweat dripping from his neck where the straps had been. After a frenetic wiggle of his hands he reached his blade, slashing the remaining straps.
Quick on his feet the assassin tore the blade out of the man's back. There he stood listening for the attacker. Then almost as silent as a ghost he heard a whining air cutting sound. Quickly dropping to his back he caught a glimpse of the deadly knife that had flown over his face.
Standing upright as quick as a hiccup he whipped his blade he retrieved from the dead body, only to hear a low grunt, then a thump to the ground.
Stealing the bags he had seen on the desk, along with some of the items hoping they would be of use he ran out of the tent into the darkness. Right behind him however he had not seen the archer positioned on the right side of the tent, slowing his breath, waiting for the perfect shot.