--------Say
Hello or Say Goodbye--------
A loud pop,
similar to the likes of a fire-cracker, escaped as the guard's neck
became broken. Kris took his hands of of the lifeless head. Martin
offered his help burying the corpse, and Kris accepted. They dug the
hole in the middle of the wolf pen and crossed the corpse's arms as
they placed him in the hole. After the task was complete, Martin and
Kris walked out of the Ardougne Zoo.
"So, to formerly
introduce myself, my name is Dsvyrie Mer Martin. Adventurer
Extraordinare." He gave a deep bow.
"I am Kris H-"
Kris was interrupted as strange-looking, scarred man carried his
limp, best mate in his arms as he ran full speed past the two in the
direction of the local church.
Martin ran to him.
"What's
wrong with him?"
"Battle wounds, boulder to the
noggin."
"Here, I can help."
Martin kneeled and signaled Marc to set Draac on the grass in front of them. Martin placed his head close to Draac's chest while pulling a knife from his boot and gripped it with his teeth. Martin then pulled a bandage, decorated with strange markings and blood stains, and wrapped it around his forearm. He then swiftly pulled the knife from his mouth and carefully but quickly wedged the knife between the bandage and his arm.
With one swipe and a shocked face from Marc, Martin stabbed the knife into Draac's head right where the stone struck him. He slowly withdrew the knife. No blood flowed, or even ran on the edge of the knife, none at all. "Impressive magic, novice." A hooded figure stood over Draac as he opened his eyes.
"Death! You're here to collect me, aren't
you?"
"I'm no-"
"Go ahead, end my agony
swiftly!"
"But I'm not d-"
"Please, I
dare not beg such a power as yours."
"Alright but I
told you I'm not death," Shadow raised his staff and started to
bring it down on Draac.
"You're not death! NO NO NOOOO!"
Draac winced. He cracked his eyelid, "Am I dead yet?"
Martin held his speartip to the silver staff, preventing it from completing it's task. "No, you aren't, luckily," Martin said as Shadow withdrew his staff.
"We can make formal introductions later, I'm D'svyrie Mer Martin, or DM for short."
"I'm Kris."
"Shadow."
"Marc."
"I'm Draac," he smiles.
"And I'm a Mysterious Old Man. Here you are Draac."
Draac's smile becomes wider, "Oooo, a box!"
