The sky was electric, alive with streaks of crimson light. Bolt after bolt danced
through the sky, hoping between clouds, and every once in a while finding an odd tree
limb. Rain poured onto the ground with such force that grace was raised from the ground.
The winds howled in every direction like thousands of banshees delighting in the hellish
torment of a lost traveler.
It was a night were even the most brave soul would not have dared to step outside
his door. After all what man could stand against the very demons of nature herself. But
one man did dare the night and the winds, and rain.
The man walked through the forests and fields taken in a sort of glee from the
chaos of nature. His long hair and black cloak were heavy with rain and sweat. At his
side a great sword hung in its scabbard. His face was quite young (not to mention quite
unshaven), not much more than 25, and his eyes glowed a radiant blue through the
darkness.
He broke into a dead run with such force and agility that it would best be
described as un human. His heavy boots fell hard splashing mud into every direction and
pulling up grass. He felt a cold chill run through his bones. Any other man probably
would have stopped from exhaustion after running on as much as he had that night, but
he only found a need to push himself harder and faster. His speed grew with every step
until soon he was just a blur. If any animal or man had seen him he would have
resembled nothing more than a passing shadow.
There was a crack , and a flash of light. then out of nowhere a falling tree limb
came hurtling at him from high above. There was another flash, another crack. And as
suddenly as the limb had come hurtling toward him it hit the ground about ten feet to his
left and split in half.
He re sheathed his sword and for the First time realized that he was panting in
exhaustion. He allowed him self a moment to rest and then moved on. He decided that he
would stop at the first In he came across. And on he went through the night.
Eventually he did come across that In. It was a small building, very well built. it
lay on the outskirts of a small farm community. The light that shown out the window was
worm and welcoming. For the first time he brushed the droplets of moisture from his
dark cloak and made his way inside.
At a small desk right next to the door a small portly woman sat with here head in
her hands. her head was nodding in odd directions as she fought sleep. Although se was
jerked into wakefulness as the man made his way into the door. Her first instinct at
seeing him was to send him out the door. He looked like trouble, not to mention who in
there right mind would be out at this ungodly hour. But then as he turned to face her she
was taken aback by his bright blue eyes, She almost felt here wanting to drown in there
soft glow.
"May I help you , sir ?" she implied putting on the prettiest smile that she could
manage at this time.
"I'd just like to rent a room." he replied as he placed a few gold coin's on the desk
top. She looked at the coins in awe rude letting her jaw drop. She almost immediately
gathered her dignity and looked to him.
"Sir this is more than I can ask for just a nights stay." she implied trying to hand
him back the coins.
A look of annoyance came across his face. "Keep them," he said "I have no use
for them other than this."
She reluctantly pocketed the coins and opened a large book in front of her. "If you
could please sign in, then I can show you to your room."
He looked over the book for the first empty space he could find and grabbed a
quill pen. he dipped it slightly into a small ink bottle and scratched his name out onto the
paper.
She looked over what he had written and the turned to him. "Right this way to
your room mister Rufus."
through the sky, hoping between clouds, and every once in a while finding an odd tree
limb. Rain poured onto the ground with such force that grace was raised from the ground.
The winds howled in every direction like thousands of banshees delighting in the hellish
torment of a lost traveler.
It was a night were even the most brave soul would not have dared to step outside
his door. After all what man could stand against the very demons of nature herself. But
one man did dare the night and the winds, and rain.
The man walked through the forests and fields taken in a sort of glee from the
chaos of nature. His long hair and black cloak were heavy with rain and sweat. At his
side a great sword hung in its scabbard. His face was quite young (not to mention quite
unshaven), not much more than 25, and his eyes glowed a radiant blue through the
darkness.
He broke into a dead run with such force and agility that it would best be
described as un human. His heavy boots fell hard splashing mud into every direction and
pulling up grass. He felt a cold chill run through his bones. Any other man probably
would have stopped from exhaustion after running on as much as he had that night, but
he only found a need to push himself harder and faster. His speed grew with every step
until soon he was just a blur. If any animal or man had seen him he would have
resembled nothing more than a passing shadow.
There was a crack , and a flash of light. then out of nowhere a falling tree limb
came hurtling at him from high above. There was another flash, another crack. And as
suddenly as the limb had come hurtling toward him it hit the ground about ten feet to his
left and split in half.
He re sheathed his sword and for the First time realized that he was panting in
exhaustion. He allowed him self a moment to rest and then moved on. He decided that he
would stop at the first In he came across. And on he went through the night.
Eventually he did come across that In. It was a small building, very well built. it
lay on the outskirts of a small farm community. The light that shown out the window was
worm and welcoming. For the first time he brushed the droplets of moisture from his
dark cloak and made his way inside.
At a small desk right next to the door a small portly woman sat with here head in
her hands. her head was nodding in odd directions as she fought sleep. Although se was
jerked into wakefulness as the man made his way into the door. Her first instinct at
seeing him was to send him out the door. He looked like trouble, not to mention who in
there right mind would be out at this ungodly hour. But then as he turned to face her she
was taken aback by his bright blue eyes, She almost felt here wanting to drown in there
soft glow.
"May I help you , sir ?" she implied putting on the prettiest smile that she could
manage at this time.
"I'd just like to rent a room." he replied as he placed a few gold coin's on the desk
top. She looked at the coins in awe rude letting her jaw drop. She almost immediately
gathered her dignity and looked to him.
"Sir this is more than I can ask for just a nights stay." she implied trying to hand
him back the coins.
A look of annoyance came across his face. "Keep them," he said "I have no use
for them other than this."
She reluctantly pocketed the coins and opened a large book in front of her. "If you
could please sign in, then I can show you to your room."
He looked over the book for the first empty space he could find and grabbed a
quill pen. he dipped it slightly into a small ink bottle and scratched his name out onto the
paper.
She looked over what he had written and the turned to him. "Right this way to
your room mister Rufus."