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Topic Started: Mon Apr 30, 2007 10:12 pm (296 Views)
Acerbic Dreams
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Everything around him began to blur and darken faintly. He could feel the life slowly draining from him and with a violent series of coughs, blood would slowly trickled from the corners of his mouth and down his chin. It was obvious that he was worse for wear, but by no means was he interested in dying without at least taking these bastards with him. Dark eyes turned their death like stare downwards, where they would soon come to rest at the dagger lodged in the right side of his chest. Connected to the blade a mortal enemy, one he had been avoiding all of his life, but now having been forced to face it once again. False hopes were all that remained in his head of walking out of this situation alive. Not only did they drive a mortal wound into him, but they outnumbered by ten fold and those were the kind of numbers that weren’t so easily shaken. At first glance they would appear to be would be assassins, but they held a great deal more skill than most actually did and that’s what made them so dangerous.

Continuing to stare down at the blade of death that plagued him, a slow encroaching smile would twitch its way across his lips. If he was truly as careless as they thought he was, then he would have been dead the second the dagger entered his flesh, but by no means was that the case. Regardless of his mistake to let them hit him, he had managed to get out a spell called stone skin. While it held no good in being called into action after the attack took its damage, it proved to be useful in stopping the blade from progressing further than it had. But would that really be the deciding factor on whether or not he lived? Only time could tell...But for now that was something he didn’t have.

Knowing that the end was drawing to a final closing the assassin before him would offer a few final sentiments, “Trust me Marius, we didn’t want to do this, but it’s our order and follow it we must. So, goodbye for forever, my friend.” Snarling at his words, he would bring his right hand up to the man’s arm where his digits would coil tightly around its thickness. Trying his best to fight off the pain, he spoke through clenched teeth, “Do you really think it’s over? I will take each and every one of you bastards with me if I have to.” Drawing his eyes to a close, he would welcome on the stirring thoughts of his mind, both good and bad. Then in one smooth motion they would slide open and fall still upon the man before him. Tightening his grip on the man’s arm, he would begin to draw whatever energy he could from deep within him for his next action. By no means was he going to let them get away, because even if they tried, there would be no running, especially from this attack.

A soft faint red glow would soon outline his entire frame, before becoming more refined with its color. Soon as the color began to take shape a faint spiral of red energy would kick up from his feet and swirl around him on its ascent upwards, before tapering off high above his head. With each passing moment the swirls of red energy became more and more intense, causing some of the assassins to slowly begin to back away. Though, it was much too late for them to do a damn thing about it, because in one swift motion it would be all over. Concentrating the full brunt of his energy into an attack, he would sharply throw his arms off to his sides, arching his back as he had, only to release an agonizing cry from the shear pain he was in. Just then all of the energy that swirled around his entire entity unleashed itself in a large outwards expanse of fire that swept out to swallow whatever dared to stray within its line of fire.

Charred flesh and burnt wood were the only smells that he could remember as his eyes faded shut and his body slumped backwards into a heap upon the village streets. Motionless he would lie in a pool of his own blood, the dagger still lodged within his chest.

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It was evening, like seven, but she couldn't truly tell, she was one to never car,e she only knew because the sun was getting lower, but now, it stays lighter longer, and she didn't quite like it, but she couldn't blame anything for that, unless she wanted to curse at the world she lived on, and she didn't like that idea very much, but it was easier for her to travel, during the lighter hours. She walked a lone path, leading to the village, she has only been there a couple times, she couldn't decide if she liked it, but, she always returns, like she does at Taras.

The figure that walked the path, looked like a female human, with black and green hair, that went half-way down her back, and her eyes were black, speckled with a dark green. Her skin was tan, for spending days traveling in the sun. She wore simple traveling clothes, with a pack on her back, and many weapons. Two slender blades at each side gave off a magic aura, she loved it. Magic seemed like such a wonderful thing, but she was never the greatest at it, but she still tried to use it, and she was fairly good, not as good as her mother, she had to admit, even though she hated her mother.

Sava stretched. She longed to be in her dragon self again, and not this human form she learned. She wanted to fly through the air, but when close to a town of some sort, she told herself she will not change into her true self, for fear of attracting guards, though, she wondered sometimes why she went through towns, but of course it just leads back to the 'Needing to get supplies' When she could just live in her dragon self forever and eat cows, and take gold, and burn towns whenever they didn't do what she wanted, but no, she would never do such a thing, the reason she mostly went to towns is to try and fit in, to try and find out what she should do, instead of living in caves, like a real dragon.

The town came in view, but something smelled terrible, something that was in the streets. She could see smoke. Quickly she ran forward, towards the town, one hand flinging to her left side, to a slender sword, and she gripped the hilt, ready to pull it out if she needed to. She soon reached the town, in less then two minutes, and she saw what the horrid smell and smoke was from. There was ten, or more, all black, and charred. Like fire. She shuddered. She walked through the bodies, stepping over them, and sometimes bending over one or two. She wanted to know what happened here, but she knew no one probably could answer her questions. She looked up and around. Some villagers peered out their windows, obviously frightened. Turning she saw a figure that wasn't charred like the rest, but he lay in a pool of blood, with a dagger stuck in him. She looked over the wound, then checked for a pulse. She couldn't tell, if he was still alive, then she couldn't tell.

"Curse me, for not being able to tell." She said angrily to herself. She pulled the dagger out, gently. Then she put her hand on the wound, closed her eyes, then mumbled a word of magic. Her hand glowed green, and the blood that flowed from his body ceased. She removed her hand, and wiped the blood off her hand onto her pants. She crouched there, looking over the man, and sighed. She hoped he was alive, he may be able to tell her what happened here.
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