Well, its that time again, and heres the next installment in my story. enjoy!
pardon me if Kesha sounds like Jar Jar Binks on weed, but its the best i could come up with for a half-retarded lizard woman.
Chapter 1 - Just Another Job
Somewhere, on the edge the woods that bordered the village of Tersque, a tree branch quivered. Voices came from behind the cover of its leaves.
"Kesha! Get your damned foot off my cloak!" First a hushed but tense man spoke.
"Kesha won'ers What'sa kin'a tree climber wears'a cloak when he's a'climbing?" A feminene, unhuman sounding voice that hissed when it spoke said.
"One that wants to stay hidden! Keep quiet your blasted voice down, Kesha!" the man replied as the branch shook again. "Wait, i think i see him. Keep quiet you scaled fiend!" About twenty meters from the tree, a gruff-looking man stumbled out of a tavern and onto the hard dirt street. He had a black eye, and was most definately drunk.
"He'a looks like'see had'a too much ale..." the Hissing female voice said loudly, making no attempt at stealth. A loud squeek sounded from the tree, and the branch shook violently. "Heya, you'sa need not'in be hittin Kesha!" This reply was not quieted either, and the drunk man in the street, as hindered his senses were, didnt miss this. He stared intently at the tree, watching it for any movement or sound. He saw and heard nothing, and so he simply chalked it up to the thirteen tankards of Imported Dwarven Ale he had downed before leaving the tavern. He then turned about, and proceeded to stumble the oppisite way down the street. "You'sa see'a that? He'sa 'iddint heer Kesha." Two things happened in this moment, and they both couldnt have been more unfortunate for the ocupants of the tree. First, the man heard the last comment of the reptilian creature, Kesha, and had turned about once more; Second, The two hiding in the tree fell out of the tree. The male voice had come from a moon elf that was most definately in his prime, the reptilian coming from a short, female kobold. The elf wore a light tan tunic and slightly darker trousers under his long dark green cloak ehe kobold wearing a poorly maintained set of leather armor, and a small wooden buckler strapped to her left arm. The elf quickly lifted his counterpart to her feet, then stood himself. The drunkard quickly reached inside the long coat he was wearing, and pulled out a large, single bladed axe and readied himself for combat. The elf sighed as he saw this.
"You've done it this time, Kesha... you know we have to take him alive to get paid..." He said.
"Ugh, Kerwyn..." The Kobold said as she wiped teh dust from her tunic, trousers, and leather armguard."What'sa did Kesha be'a doin wrong?"
The elf, Kerwyn, shook his head in disbelief, then turned it to the now battle-ready and extremely drunk man standing a little over thirty feet from them. The one that was now creeping towards the two slowly.
"Kesha, weapons out." He told his small companion as he undid the leather cord that bound his own weapon, a Bastard sword with a serated edge on one blade, and lifted it to a ready position. Kesha unfastened her own weapon, a small dagger, and lifting it as well, but not before dipping the blade in a small bottle quickly.
"Kesha be'a ready, Kerwyn elf."
The elf looked to his companion, grinning,
"Shall we?" At this, Kerwyn lept forward, charging his target, sword raised over his shoulder. Kesha was close to follow, running along at three steps for every one Kerwyn made. The drunkard that they had been following took a moment to think about this, stupidly, before deciding it was probably a good idea to follow suit. So, with a loud cry of rage, the man charged forward, axe raised.
In only a moment, the distance between the two and the one closed to naught, and the drunkard met his foe with a mighty cleave. the dirt Kerwyn had been standing on a split second before was torn into a rift as the axe hit it. The elf leapt to the man's left, and deftly sliced the tendons in his right forearm as he went. Before Kerwyn touched the ground, the man had released his weapon, clenching his arm, howling in pain. But he was soon silenced, and keeled over, unconsious a few seconds later.
Once again grinning, Kerwyn wiped away the small bit of blood on his sword. Kesha was standing behind the man, dagger in hand, grinning as well.
"Kesha did'a good, huh ya?" She piped, obviously overjoyed by their performance and lack of any injury. Kerwyn laughed.
"Yes, Kesha, you did fine... sure saved my sorry arse the trouble of disabling him further. I somehow doubt a completely immobile captive would have been fun to take to the authoraties."
"Kesha think'sa you'sa right, me no wanna drag'im all'da way'a to Silverymoon."
"Good point. Why dont you tie him up, I dont think that sleeping poison you have lasts very long... at least it didnt on me..." Kerwyn then rubbed an oddly colored sore on the back of his neck. Kesha became extremely interested with the tightness of the knot she to used to secure their prisoner...