Hi. I hope you liked my lovely little tale of romance, betrayal, and jealousy. Yes, that was all in the last chapter. You see, the third guard from the left in the funeral march for Narthankress was in love with the daughter of another guard, and although they had an affair, the girl turned her back on him for a much richer guard, who in turn was killed by the first guard, who was now sleeping with the baseborn daughter of Narthankress, and so on and so forth, until you get an extremely interesting little mini story that I will write up here as I go. Aren't you lot lucky!
Chapter Three
"Damn!"
"He passed this way."
"That was obvious. Otherwise, Lady Dragonia wouldn't have sent us! That bastard was here!" the man looked around. "Kivan Ogelor! When I find you, I will kill you!"
The men passed directly under the tree in which Kivan hid. "Idiots," he turned toward another branch, and spotted his meager weapons. An old crudely made bow, a scimitar, a long sword, an adamantine dagger, a gift from the dwarves, some self-made, crooked arrows, and his most prized possessions. His father's sword, the Tairoc, and the insignia of Mirgad. The items he'd need to retake that which was stolen from him. The throne of Mirgad.
He grabbed his dagger, and threw it at the first man. It flew straight through the first man. He leapt down, the Tairoc in hand, and swung at the second, removing his head in one sweep.
"Come on! We have to get to Linis to force the council to acknowledge the fall of Taimerlai! Why did you even come, Mira, if you're going to hold us back?"
"Why are you blaming me for this? I know that you are rather upset about this, but you shouldn't take it out on me! I'm not the assassin! I'm trying to help!"
Ethin rode on in silence through the forest, up the ridge. He s glanced ahead, and saw a large orc. The site of it spooked his horse, and it sped forward, knocking Ethin into a tree branch. He fell from his horse, which fell over the ridge, and the orc lunged towards him. He quickly managed to knock it down, and finished it with a thrust from his sword. He cursed loudly as he looked over the edge, seeing his now dead horse tumble over the edge. But then he saw something that caught his attention.
A city. A city, completely hidden in the mountains. But why? He had to find out. Calling to Mira, he started looking for a way down to the city.
There was an obvious reason that this city was hidden. It was perhaps the most lawless place that Ethin had ever seen. If you had ever wanted to go to a place where you not only completely disappear, but also do anything you want, this was the ideal place. Had Ethin not been on guard, he would probably have been dead. Mira followed closely behind him, her sword not drawn, but openly displayed. They soon found that by displaying Ethin's obviously powerful weapons they were largely avoided. And by displaying the knife Ethin had retrieved from the horse, they were treated as kings. They soon found a rather sleazy pub, with the patrons all bearing obvious weapons. They were drinking and shouting, and a few of them were obviously about to start a fight. But when one caught sight of the dagger and dropped his glass, there was a stunned silence in the room.
"I am looking for anyone who can give me information about the assassin who wielded this dagger," he threw the dagger into the table. He then pulled a small bag of gold from his belt and threw to on the table. "Anyone who gives me information can have the gold. This person slaughtered my entire family, and I intend on getting revenge."
"And your surname?"
"Pardon?"
"What is your surname? I'm not helping just anybody. I want to
know whom the person that I'll be helping," a halfling walked
through the crowd, and was apparently known in these parts, as
everyone moved away from him as he approached. "The name's
Beeble. I may be able to help you, but what is your surname?"
"Taimerlai," Ethin peered down and the halfling, and was surprised by all of the scars he saw on its exposed chest.
"She killed Thelius?" The halfling spoke his father's name with a familiarity he had only seen from one other man, the former king of Mirgad. Ethin nodded. "Aye, lad, I'll help you, but we're going to need to prepare. I know who killed Thelius, and I also know where she lurks. It isn't far, but we'll need to work quickly, before she finds out. Come with me, and be quick about it!"
In a little less than an hour later, the halfling had gotten everything ready, mobilizing what seemed like an army of people from every walk of life and had gathered them all outside a rather rundown shack. After confirming that she was inside, the entire army descended upon the place, dragging her out mere moments later.
"Why did you attack House Taimerlai?" Beeble looked the assassin right in the eye, and he saw that without some form torture, she would tell nothing. But suddenly, her defiant gaze turned to one of terror as she saw something move towards her.
A tall, robed figure moved through the crowd, parting it with ease. All, even Beeble cowered from it in fear. As it approached the girl, it held out its hand, which looked rotted and all together not human, and beckoned to her. As it did, she suddenly fell limp, and was dead.
This dispelled all fear in Ethin. His sword raised, he charged forward, but with a wave of his hand, the creature sent Ethin flying back.
"Foolish boy…do you yet realize the things that have been set into motion?" the creature asked its question in a voice that also did not sound very human, and then, with a wave of his cloak, vanished.
Well, that is Chapter three. Oh, I regret to inform you that I am removing the story "Vengeance, as I have no idea where the story is going. And, due to issues of school work, schedule conflicts, and a severe case of business, I will now be posting less frequently, but will try to update at least once every two weeks. Please just bear with me, the situation should eventually improve. And I would also like to regrettably say that I might stop with the character bios, as they are rather time consuming.
