The Not-So-Great Death Scenes As Told By Me
By Semdai
Chapter One : Kellindil
Disclaimer and author's note - I'm kinda new to the works of R. A. Salvatore, (who works I can only dream of owning, there I said it) but of the books I have read I've noticed that the major death scenes are somewhat less than satisfactory (at least to me and some of my friends). Therefor, I have taken it upon myself to retell the death scenes of those characters that I felt were cheated out of a proper death, while not changing anything (major) about the actual scene. For those with easily pulled heartstrings, proceed with extreme caution and for all readers feel free to flame me for my evilness, since I know that I deserve it. Each of my chapters will begin with one of the following paragraphs that briefly describe the character in question. So those already familiar with the character or simply don't care and want to get on to the gory details can skip these informing paragraphs if they wish.
Kellindil - Kellindil is a surface elf who made his first (and only for as far as I know) appearance in 'Sojourn' the third book in the Dark Elf Trilogy. He is described as having golden hair and a strong, but slender, body. His eyes were described as slanted, although a color was never mentioned as far as I can tell. I have always pictured him as a more scrawny (but still dashing) variation of J. R. R. Tolkien's Legolas. He was killed by a bounty hunter named Roddy McGristle and a quickling(or sprite) named Tephanis. Well enough of this, on with the goryness!
Roddy's huge and dirty hands closed on the slender elf's throat... (this marks where R. A. Salvatore leaves off and where I begin. The sentence is taken directly from the actual book in a pathetic attempt, on my part, to conserve the authenticity of the story.) The fingers gripped Kellindil's neck with an iron grip that no matter how hard he thrashed, would not let him get free. He pried at Roddy's hands in a vain attempt to draw even the smallest of breaths. Kellindil's eyes began to water and a rushing sound rang loud in his ears as his limbs grew heavy. He let one hand drop to the ground and carefully reached into the soft leather of his boot for his concealed dagger.
Roddy didn't notice the elf's trick, thinking that Kellindil might already be dead, until he felt the sharp blade pierce his wrist. The strike, however, was a weak one due to Kellindil's failing strength and did little damage to the seasoned bounty hunter. More out of anger and spite than hurt, Roddy growled a curse and, after roughly raising his victim's upper body, slammed Kellindil's head down against the hard stone of the ground, enjoying the resounding noise as the elf's skull cracked.
Agony exploded in Kellindil's head. He would have cried out from the sheer pain if his throat hadn't been completely crushed by Roddy's cruel hands. The blackness clawing at the edges of his vision and the heat and pressure in his head threatened to overwelm him. Slowly he reached to the back of his head, only to feel the warm blood collecting in his golden hair at the base of his skull.
It then occurred to the elf that Roddy was no longer holding his throat in that vice-like grip of his. Instead, the bounty hunter was crouched over Kellindil, his knee pressing down hard on the elf's chest, driving out any air that might have found its way into the lungs of the dying elf. Kellindil, for all his efforts to breathe, found that his windpipe had been crushed beyond even the greatest cleric's ability to heal. He wanted to bring his hand back into his sight, to see the blood for himself, but he hadn't the strength and the lack of air soon made the warrior-elf close his eyes. He managed a gasp and the warm, salty taste of blood from his crushed gullet filled his mouth. Kellindil let his head fall to the side and the blood trickled from his lips. His lungs made one last great struggle, then Kellindil lay dead at Roddy McGristle's feet.
End Comment - Overall I think this was one of my better death scenes. It certainly pulled my heartstrings(after melting the ice around them). I do have one thing to say about death scenes before I end this chapter. I don't think that very many people realize just how many ways there are to kill someone. Take Kellindil for example, R. A. Salvatore simply wrote 'Roddy's huge and dirty hands closed on the slender elf's throat.' as Kellindil's death scene. It's a good scene because it leaves room for imagination, but the topic is too broad. Merely closing one's fingers around the victim's throat doesn't state exactly what killed the person. Did he break his neck? Did he crush his windpipe? Did he flat out strangle him? The possibilities are endless. Well that's enough of my morbidness for now so I'll wrap this up and go on to my biology homework (while I mentally work on a chapter two for this gruesome product of my deranged teenage mind) until next time, don't smoke crack unless you're willing to share!
Semdai goes to leave the room but trips over her dog and hits her head on a chair, afterwards yelling out, "Damnit Bear, you overly protective dog!" She tries again to leave and gets her tail slammed in the door. "DAMN DOOR!!!"
Disclaimer and author's note - I'm kinda new to the works of R. A. Salvatore, (who works I can only dream of owning, there I said it) but of the books I have read I've noticed that the major death scenes are somewhat less than satisfactory (at least to me and some of my friends). Therefor, I have taken it upon myself to retell the death scenes of those characters that I felt were cheated out of a proper death, while not changing anything (major) about the actual scene. For those with easily pulled heartstrings, proceed with extreme caution and for all readers feel free to flame me for my evilness, since I know that I deserve it. Each of my chapters will begin with one of the following paragraphs that briefly describe the character in question. So those already familiar with the character or simply don't care and want to get on to the gory details can skip these informing paragraphs if they wish.
Kellindil - Kellindil is a surface elf who made his first (and only for as far as I know) appearance in 'Sojourn' the third book in the Dark Elf Trilogy. He is described as having golden hair and a strong, but slender, body. His eyes were described as slanted, although a color was never mentioned as far as I can tell. I have always pictured him as a more scrawny (but still dashing) variation of J. R. R. Tolkien's Legolas. He was killed by a bounty hunter named Roddy McGristle and a quickling(or sprite) named Tephanis. Well enough of this, on with the goryness!
Roddy's huge and dirty hands closed on the slender elf's throat... (this marks where R. A. Salvatore leaves off and where I begin. The sentence is taken directly from the actual book in a pathetic attempt, on my part, to conserve the authenticity of the story.) The fingers gripped Kellindil's neck with an iron grip that no matter how hard he thrashed, would not let him get free. He pried at Roddy's hands in a vain attempt to draw even the smallest of breaths. Kellindil's eyes began to water and a rushing sound rang loud in his ears as his limbs grew heavy. He let one hand drop to the ground and carefully reached into the soft leather of his boot for his concealed dagger.
Roddy didn't notice the elf's trick, thinking that Kellindil might already be dead, until he felt the sharp blade pierce his wrist. The strike, however, was a weak one due to Kellindil's failing strength and did little damage to the seasoned bounty hunter. More out of anger and spite than hurt, Roddy growled a curse and, after roughly raising his victim's upper body, slammed Kellindil's head down against the hard stone of the ground, enjoying the resounding noise as the elf's skull cracked.
Agony exploded in Kellindil's head. He would have cried out from the sheer pain if his throat hadn't been completely crushed by Roddy's cruel hands. The blackness clawing at the edges of his vision and the heat and pressure in his head threatened to overwelm him. Slowly he reached to the back of his head, only to feel the warm blood collecting in his golden hair at the base of his skull.
It then occurred to the elf that Roddy was no longer holding his throat in that vice-like grip of his. Instead, the bounty hunter was crouched over Kellindil, his knee pressing down hard on the elf's chest, driving out any air that might have found its way into the lungs of the dying elf. Kellindil, for all his efforts to breathe, found that his windpipe had been crushed beyond even the greatest cleric's ability to heal. He wanted to bring his hand back into his sight, to see the blood for himself, but he hadn't the strength and the lack of air soon made the warrior-elf close his eyes. He managed a gasp and the warm, salty taste of blood from his crushed gullet filled his mouth. Kellindil let his head fall to the side and the blood trickled from his lips. His lungs made one last great struggle, then Kellindil lay dead at Roddy McGristle's feet.
End Comment - Overall I think this was one of my better death scenes. It certainly pulled my heartstrings(after melting the ice around them). I do have one thing to say about death scenes before I end this chapter. I don't think that very many people realize just how many ways there are to kill someone. Take Kellindil for example, R. A. Salvatore simply wrote 'Roddy's huge and dirty hands closed on the slender elf's throat.' as Kellindil's death scene. It's a good scene because it leaves room for imagination, but the topic is too broad. Merely closing one's fingers around the victim's throat doesn't state exactly what killed the person. Did he break his neck? Did he crush his windpipe? Did he flat out strangle him? The possibilities are endless. Well that's enough of my morbidness for now so I'll wrap this up and go on to my biology homework (while I mentally work on a chapter two for this gruesome product of my deranged teenage mind) until next time, don't smoke crack unless you're willing to share!
Semdai goes to leave the room but trips over her dog and hits her head on a chair, afterwards yelling out, "Damnit Bear, you overly protective dog!" She tries again to leave and gets her tail slammed in the door. "DAMN DOOR!!!"
