Post by Arvind Pillai on Dec 3, 2006 7:53:29 GMT -5
*I just wanted to try out my new character once.*
A shady, caped figure walked silently through the streets of Arkanom. He was going to duel. It was his first time, and the scholar tried to feign an air of confidence when he encountered his opponent. Ivorin was unsure of how he had offended the man. Apparently, it was some sort of family affair.
"Ah, Mr. Baxler. I didn't think you'd show."
"Please, I am no yellow-bellied coward. I wish to be done with this foolishness as soon as possible."
"Wow, you speak like your bastard father... you bloody son of a wh0re." he added with contempt.
At this, Ivorin snapped. He hadn't come so far to duel with some vulgar rascal.
"Thou lumpish flap-mouthed bladder! Thou loggerheaded knotty-pated pignut! Thou gorbellied dread-bolted hugger-mugger! I'll make a stew out of you! And then I'll feed you to the dogs!"
"Let's see!!"
He whipped out a throwing knife and asssumed a throwing position.
"I can assure you, sir" said Ivorin laughingly, "That knife will not touch me."
With a fierce roar, he flung his knife at Ivorin. By some divine miracle, a carriage thundered past. The knife pierced the wooden framework of the vehicle harmlessly as it passed by. Soon enough, it disappeared into the night. The man was left in shock.
"That carriage passes by these crossroads every day at this time." said Ivorin. "Why do you think I selected this area?"
He threw his hatchet at the dumbfounded man. It whistled through the wind, flying true. The iron weapon sliced into his skull, rendering him unable to think, see or breathe. With a violent twitch or two, he collapsed onto the pavement. Life went out of his eyes quickly. He hardly had enough time to scream.
As his blood surged into the cracks in the pathway, an ocean of silence enveloped the killer. Quietly, Ivorin approached the dead body and dislodged his ruddy knife from the man’s head. Rivulets of sweat dripped from his brow.
Victory.
A shady, caped figure walked silently through the streets of Arkanom. He was going to duel. It was his first time, and the scholar tried to feign an air of confidence when he encountered his opponent. Ivorin was unsure of how he had offended the man. Apparently, it was some sort of family affair.
"Ah, Mr. Baxler. I didn't think you'd show."
"Please, I am no yellow-bellied coward. I wish to be done with this foolishness as soon as possible."
"Wow, you speak like your bastard father... you bloody son of a wh0re." he added with contempt.
At this, Ivorin snapped. He hadn't come so far to duel with some vulgar rascal.
"Thou lumpish flap-mouthed bladder! Thou loggerheaded knotty-pated pignut! Thou gorbellied dread-bolted hugger-mugger! I'll make a stew out of you! And then I'll feed you to the dogs!"
"Let's see!!"
He whipped out a throwing knife and asssumed a throwing position.
"I can assure you, sir" said Ivorin laughingly, "That knife will not touch me."
With a fierce roar, he flung his knife at Ivorin. By some divine miracle, a carriage thundered past. The knife pierced the wooden framework of the vehicle harmlessly as it passed by. Soon enough, it disappeared into the night. The man was left in shock.
"That carriage passes by these crossroads every day at this time." said Ivorin. "Why do you think I selected this area?"
He threw his hatchet at the dumbfounded man. It whistled through the wind, flying true. The iron weapon sliced into his skull, rendering him unable to think, see or breathe. With a violent twitch or two, he collapsed onto the pavement. Life went out of his eyes quickly. He hardly had enough time to scream.
As his blood surged into the cracks in the pathway, an ocean of silence enveloped the killer. Quietly, Ivorin approached the dead body and dislodged his ruddy knife from the man’s head. Rivulets of sweat dripped from his brow.
Victory.