Raiders chapter 1: Just an average day
Two years ago my homeland of Rayland through me out of their military training program, They said my forms of combat were too dangerous and reckless. Personally I think they just didn't want me around. After that bump in the road I met a few new friends and became a Raider. Raiders are the guys who get the tough jobs done, for a price. As of now I'm about to go on my first mission. Kill the wizard and take the stolen magic potion easy.
I looked toward my client as I walked out of the Bar, he wished me luck saying "Hey, I have faith in you boy. Your definatly a strong one."
The old guy didn't look like much, But he was actually a very rich man. He offered one thousand gold for this mission. As I began to walk through the forest I felt a strong magical pressance.
I drew my Browdsword and called out "who ever is trying to ambush me come out now!"
two dark figures appeared they were two orcs , One said "Oh look what ya did you idiot! ya blew our cover from the tresspasser."
They other orc seemed quite modest saying "Sorry didn't mean to-"
"Didn't mean to what?! get us killed!" the other orc intrrupted.
At this point I put away my weapon and listened to the two yell at eachother. I coulden't help, but to just laugh at the stupid banter between the two. After a wile it got tiresome though. I simply walked over to the two and said
"I'm looking for a wizard, his name is sor I believe."
The two orcs grunted "Sor is our master, you have to fight us to get to him!"
I gave them that crazy evil grin, the kind of grin you get from some one before they kill you. "I was hoping you would say that!" I said with fire in my eyes.
The two orcs charged me, both armed with axes. No magic I thought, this is going to be too easy. I grabbed my sword from its seathe and pronounced my attack "Fire sword!" As I said this the blade was wraped in magical fire. I ran strait to the orcs Impailing the modest one with my sword of flames. However; The other orc managed to use this as an advantage and hit me on the sholder with his axe.
"Ahhh!" I shouted.
I riped my sword out of the first orc and swong at the other. This one was much stronger than the other, He managed to catch my sword with one hand! And with the other he grabed his axe and perpaired to chop my arm off.
A voice shouted from the distance "Golden Dagger!"
As this was said a Golden knife flew strait toward the orc's head killing him. I was able to take a breather. The person who had thrown the dagger was "Clayton" one of my best friends in the new buissness. He has Black hair and dark blue eyes, At this particular time he's wearing a black cloke filled with diffrent types of knives. I always found it intresting That he had a tail! It was similar to a rats, only sized for a human being. He claims it was an enchantment he recived at birth.
"Hey, thanks for the help Clay you saved my life for what, the third time now?"
"Don't mention it." he said with a grin.