Tobey kicked his feet up on the table; his guns were laid out before him. It was a daily thing he did, check and clean his weapons if needed. His girlfriend Cherry Bomb asked constantly if he could do it somewhere else, he replied that if someone was looking into their dining room and saw these many guns, would he have second thoughts about robbing this house. That always won the argument, he chuckled as he recalled those moments with her. A fine lass she was, a mother without children but desired them. She and Tobey almost always had the "talk" so to say about children, and both agreed that in wedlock they would do such a thin if they were fortunate enough.
He smiled as he remembered their first date together. Thanks to his connections with the Mega Corporations, he managed to get her into a state of the art restaurant. She was out of her element, Cherry was use to the being in the Barrens. The gangland in which many gangs, some well known like the Holloweenies to others less known such as the Viking Dwarfs. When she saw him there, it was a surprise for both of them. Tobey though he was calling in a favor for Gallowglass, but he had used it so that Cherry could be with Tobey. After a nice meal together the two were about to kiss good bye, a group of shadowrunners, the violent spitfucks, broke into the place. Thankfully, his friend Smith and brother Wesson were right there to help him make six pounding arguments.
He spun the chamber around that revolver, making sure the gun was oiled and cared for. Satisfied, he jerked his wrists back and aimed the gun down the table. A few empty clicks on the hammer showed that the actions were in the right place. He placed the revolver down, almost reverently, upon a stainless cloth. He hears a pair of footsteps approach him, and he arched his gaze over his shoulder and eyed Lucas. The kid was still dressed in his tee shirt and jeans, which appeared to be his only wardrobe choice. "Hey there chummer. What can Tobey do for you?" Tobey asked chuckling as Lucas pulled him up onto a seat next to him.
"Tobey, is seven in the morning, why are you wearing sunglasses?" The tyke asked and yawned all the while. Tobey chuckled with a sigh mixed in with it. He knew someone why he was going to wear sunglasses all the time, even in the moon light. He took off the sunglasses and rubbed his deep emeralds and looked to Lucas. Lucas looked right into them and shuttered involuntarily. The eyes were not just emerald, but the veins pumped with a green energy.
"Two reasons, Lucas." Tobey began as he placed the black glasses back on his eyes. "One, as with all meta-humans, dwarfs, elves, orks and trolls- we suffer from an allergy. Mine happens to be sunlight. It's nothing to serious, but throws my aim off and sight if I am unprotected from it. Second- if you see someone walking down the street with emerald eyes, it draws unnecessary attention." He laughed slightly. "The second reason is caused by my connection with the totems of the shaman."
He flexed his hand and a band of green energy coiled around his hands. Lucas rubbed his eyes and looked at the bands of the raw nature flowing around Tobey's right arm. Lucas watched the bans coil around and around the arm. Tobey held out his hand and allowed the coil to move towards Lucas. The young kid retracted his hand as the strange feeling swept over him but he soon got use to it. He laughed slightly as the green bands of energy crawled across his body. Tobey held out his hand and the band of energy swept back to his body and soon disappeared. "The powers of the shaman."
Lucas chuckled slightly and looked to the guns Tobey was cleaning. He saw a collection of bullets laying down next to a leather pouch with several runes carved unto it. Lucas picked one of the bullets up and examined it. It was no normal bullet he ad ever seen. It was mystically engraved, with runes and symbols adorning the jacket. The head glowed with a pulsing green. "What is this tye of a bullet?" Lucas asked.
Tobey reached over and picked up the bullet with reverence of some sort before he slid it into the secondary chamber of his assault rifle. "A bullet with potent technology inside of it. A sort of… how do I say this? Magical insecticide used to stomp out the spirits of bug monsters. This little chummer is a piece of technology and magic combining. Precise and potent, guaranteeing a kill on a hit." He chambered the round and placed the rifle back on the table and began to place the bullets into their magazines. "Where man meets machine meets magic. That is what the world I come from can be best described."
The two laughed and Tobey began to give Lucas a crash course in firearm repair. Lucas was at peace with Tobey, and Tobey found someone he could be a mentor to.
Zelda sighed and walked the halls by herself . Her cheeks felt as if they were on fire and her she felt so mad that she could spit acid. She was forced to admit it but Ike was right. She was jealous, though she never expect for herself to admit it. Who was she, Lithia a new comer, to just walk right in and take the man she wanted without a second though. She was mad at her yes, but she was madder at herself. Why didn't she tell Ike her feelings when she had the opportunity, why did she remain such a tight lip? She slammed her fist against the wall and felt several bones get placed under the strain of the blow. She grunted in pain and was about to swear in both ager and pain.
She just continued to walk to her shared dorm with the two other female smashers; Samus and Princess Peach. She opened the door and saw the other two chatting happily, mainly about their boyfriends and what they think of the new comers. They looked to Zelda and the mood instantly changed. Zelda had no idea how she looked. Her dress was crinkled in so many places, her eyes were shot red by tears and the once braided hair was now just a tangled mess. Zelda just walked, almost numbly towards the couch and plopped down on it, placing one of her arms over her eyes. Samus sat up and looked at her. "Zelda, what is it?"
Zelda mumbled a few swear words in the tongue of Hyrule. "Nothing Samus. There is nothing wrong." Peach moved up and picked up Zelda's arm and was met with eyes that could shoot daggers if they so desired. Peach shook her head and sat back down in her seat.
"Well, Zelda, if it makes you that mad, then it is obviously not nothing. What is bothering you." She pursed her lips together and smirked. "Could it be that you have competition for a certain blue haired swordsman?" That got a response from her. Zelda pulled out one of her throwing knives she kept on hand and threw the blade. It went right through the Mushroom Kingdom's princess' fingers, and cut the glove. It did not draw any blood but it was rather a warning statement. "I'll take that as a yes."
Zelda sighed and pulled herself up from the couch. "Can it Peach." She demanded the bubble to do so. "But who is that little bitch Lithia think she is? She can just walk right in and take what she pleases? How can she do such a thing?" Her voice broke and the other two nodded. They knew that Zelda was lusting after Ike for a while, and to see some new gal come in and take what Zelda desired was a very low move. Peach sighed and sat next to her.
"Why are you jealous that Ike is sparring with Lithia? It doesn't mean that they are instantly in a relationship. It only means that he wants to train her and what harm is it in that?" Samus asked, lack of careless was evident in her voice. She had made it clear long ago that she was indifferent to the loves and lives of many others, but that didn't mean she was a cold hearted broad.
Zelda sighed and shook her head. "It could start out as sparing partners, then it could be sharing meals together, then it could be sharing precious moments together, like the sunset or a romantic movie for two." The tone of envy was evident in her voice.
"Zelda, don't you think you're just being paranoid?" A new voice spoke up, revealing the one and only blond haired swordsman, Link. His brow was drenched in sweat, representing he had been sparring with somebody, and from the bruises on his arms and neck, it looked as if he was picking a fight with Solid Snake. He walked next to there and sat on the arm of the couch. "It's no secret around the mansion that you have feelings for him, but being territorial isn't the way to make him fall for you. You need to tell him that you love him and he might keep Lithia at arms distance."
Zelda groaned, not at Link but rather at herself. "I tried but I couldn't formulate the words of which to say it. What would he think of me, a princess who has any man of her choosing picking him, a humble Mercenary commander who is from another place far from her homeland? I half though that he would have laughed at me and turn me down. And when he did seem to be interested in what I would have to say, I didn't speak." She groaned and threw her head back. "Goddesses, I feel like the world's biggest idiot. Why am I the best in statecraft but the worlds worst when it comes to love?"
Link threw his arm over her, "Listen, it's difficult to confess one's love for the other, but in the end it is worth it. It's rich coming from me, I know, but then again its common knowledge that it is among one of the most difficult things to do." She laughed, but it was a fake laugh, she was hurt an torn over this. A layman could tell you the signs and it would be obvious that there was something wrong with her heart.
"Well, do you still want Ike?" She asked and Zelda nodded. The bubbly princess looked to Zelda, then to link, back to Zelda and then back to Link. Peach looked as if she had an idea forming inside her head. "Well, I have an idea, and you may just get him back."
Ulfric slammed his axe against Leman's shield against and the two warriors grunted in strain against each other. Ulfric shouted a word of power and tossed Leman off of his balance. Rising his axe again, Ulfric slammed it upon him and bashed Leman aside. Leman howled with laughter and struck out with his large axe at Ulfric. The axe blow took the wind out of him and flew a few feet. Leman took advantage of this and leapt forward and slammed the axe down into Ulfric's chest. Ulfric brought his own axe up to intercept the blow, just barely. Growling, Leman delivered a powerful blow from his foot in to the side of Ulfric.
Ulfric rose from his feet and tossed his axe aside, preferring the sword on his left side. He unsheathes it and beckoned for Leman to strike out at him. Laughing, Leman obliged and brought his axe down in a swooping over headed blow. Ulfric dodged the clumsy and slow blow, but not before he drove his sword through Leman's side. The barbarian howled in pain and locked Ulfric in a head lock and tightened. Ulfric gasped for air, none would come to expel his opponent. He felt his world growing cloudy and he knew he could take not more. He slammed his open palm against Leman's head, distorting the attacker and slipped out of the headlock.
Leman laughed and pulled the blade out of his side. He tossed it back to Ulfric, "You are truly a force to be reckoned with. I can now see why they call you Stormcloak now. You are as nimble as a cloak and contain more fury then the storm." Ulfric laughed as he sheathed his blade and reached for a bottle of chilled mead. He handed one to Leman, who twisted his wrist and pulled the cork loose. He let the mead from his home land wash down the back of his throat and looked over to Leman.
"You are a fine warrior yourself. Though I must ask you, what of your homeland? I can see that the winds are cold and you can prove yourself with an axe on the fields of battle. It leads me to wonder if there are other nations out there who are like my home of blessed Skyrim."
Leman sighed and wondered how he could respond. "Well, my homeland is a bit difficult to explain, there is so much to it that I am sure you would have difficulty to understand even if I was to explain it to you. My father is the one of few of the rulers, a powerful and wise man. My father is one of the few of the elites who specifically takes the burden upon his shoulders to defend humanity from all threats, both those of the supernatural and domestic. Wielding a massive Warhammer, he charges against those who threaten those that are his charge. It is in his shadow that I live in, hoping to aspire to deeds of legend that he had achieved. I only hope that one day I am worthy of that honor."
Ulfric nodded, the words ringing familiar to him. "It was the same for me. I fought a war against the Dominion; the High Elves decided it was time to bring a terrible blow against the Empire. My father and I were captured and we were tortured. Those were dark days, and I gave in to the pain and spoke. My father died, taking his pain like a true Nord. I was a coward, I surrendered to those damned knife ears, but I was let free. I then returned to my home of Windhelm and found a city sharing my sorrow and rage. Countless Nords died defending the Empire from those elves and for what? They sold Skyrim to the Dominion, so the Emperor could keep the throne." Ulfric had to keep his voice lowered but the anger was clearly evident in his voice.
"I lead my rebellion because the jarls of my land, once strong and wise men were reduced to puppets addicted to the Imperial coin. This was the final straw when they didn't raise a voice against the banned worship of Talos, the founder of the empire. It was then I challenged the high king to the old way, many witnesses gathered and I slew him in the old duel." He shook his head. "It is after all of this has happened that I now know my father would be proud of me, that I have lived up to sit upon his throne."
Leman nodded. He took another swig of his mead and turned to see one of the smashers, Marth if he could recall correctly asking if Leman could come quickly. Leman placed his bottle down and followed the worried prince. They went to another one of the training halls a where Lithia was curled up on the ground, Ike kneeling down next to her worried about her. Lithia was muttering something in a throated ol language, rambling. Leman got down on one knee and felt her skin. She was burning, but it was from the recent sweat and brawl that made her hot, not the tell tale signs of sickness. He listened to her words, Den store slangen stiger fra tidevann, går onkel mot undergang hans. Den endelige horn skal ringe, og brua skal bli besmittet av guden av triks. But he directed his attention back to Ike, "What happened?"
The blue haired mercenary shook his head. We were sparring one moment, I was showing her how to properly use a dirk and sword combo and then she crumpled to the ground. Uttering this old language and tossing around for a while. Marth was nearby and I sent for you, hoping that you would know what language it is." He nodded and looked back to Lithia, and his brows flurried in complexion. If he indeed did know the language, he neglected to show it. He rose and shook his head.
"It's probably just dazed ramblings from exhaustion, it will pass soon. When she snaps out of it, give her some water and make her rest." Leman turned to the exit and his gaze fell upon the princess, Zelda he recalled and the green clothed swordsman. He heard them chatter as they passed a bit to slowly passed the doors. It was not by any accident, it was meant on purpose. He had heard that the princess was quite an accomplished sorceress, and he was about to have a few words with her about this.
But he had to wonder, if they were involved, why make themselves be seen, or was their passing for another reason. Regardless, he needed to ask the Princess of Hyrule about this, weather she was involved in it or not.
The smell of the cold mountain wind willed his lungs, a luxury which he had available to him at any time he pleased, but he enjoyed it none of the less. Sometimes it was best for a man to hang on to the humble things in life, like the cold mountain air to name one. He ran his fingers through his long blond hair, unbraided for the first time in a very long while. From his side he held his favored weapon, the weight so heavy that only he and few others could wield it, let alone pick it up.
He heard a pair of boots come up behind him and he could tell with out even looking whom those boots belonged to. "Father, come to join me have you?" He heard a gruff aye from behind and soon his father stood by his side and looked out the mountain range. The sound of the merry making faded into the background as the doors slowly shut. His father, an old man by many standards, stood next to him dressed in his battle gear. Though he was old, he was still strong ad battle ready, his personal spear was never used as a cane, rather it was made to kill his foes, not to support him. He wore a eye patch over his right eye symbol of that everything has its own price.
"You're think about him, aren't you." It wasn't a question. The blond haired man sighed and nodded. Though he too was many ages old, his father was far more older and much more experienced. There was nothing that passed his gazed, unless he wished it to be so.
"Yes, it is after all, this is his first time away from here. When he asked me if he could go, I was surprised." The younger man kicked some snow next to him free and let the wind take those few snowflakes. His father gently laid one of his hands on his shoulder in a fatherly gesture. It communicated that this was just how he felt when he left home for the first time. The younger man placed his hand on it and the two chuckled for a moment.
The moment died when the older man stumbled back clutching his head, groaning in pain. His spear tumbled to the ground and he fell down on his knees. The younger man swooped down and comforted his father and looked at him worriedly. "Father, what is it?"
Tobey dropped his mug of ale on the cement patio. He swore colorfully as thousands of voices screamed in agony. He knew these voices, they were the elements . Earth and wind screamed while fire and water seemed to laugh as one. Lucas next o him must have felt a minor backlash and bit his bottom lip. "Tobey, what was that?" Lucas asked when the pain passed away for him. He felt as if something terrible has happened he felt his cheeks and noticed tears. It was as if he was crying for someone… or something.
Tobey pulled off his shades and wiped away his own tears. "I felt it too Lucas perhaps even more so. The elements are unbalanced, for something or by someone." He looked over to a leather pouch and grabbed it along with his prized revolver. "Lucas, I need you to come with me. It's about time I commune with the spirits. Perhaps the can tell me something about this."
Lucas followed him and he too could feel that all around the mansion, there were many who had felt something on one degree of pain or another. He wondered what this was about, but he knew he would be told all in good time.
Leman rushed to his room and picked up a small locked chest and after drawing some of his own blood, he pressed his hand against the lock. The blood lock activated and the chest opened. Inside there was a small vial of cloudy liquid. He noticed that it was glowing faint blues and greens. He swore in the same language that Lithia was not to long ago. He put the vial back and unsheathed a sword covered in runes, and they too pulsed with energies.
He slammed the blade back in his sheath and tied it off at his waist. He then left his dorm and walked down the hallway, using his finely tuned memory to retrace that little sorceress. He found her in the library, the hero of time nowhere to be seen. She turned to him with a smile on her face. "Ahh, Lean, it's a pleasure to see you. Tell me, is there anything I can do for you?"
He shut the door behind him and locked it. Fortunately, the twin hands were nowhere in the mansion so he didn't need to worry about their interventions. "Yes there is something you can do for me." Her face looked as if she awaited his request and he drew his sword. The face became confused but it seemed to turn with fear and realization when Leman pointed the tip a mere inch or two from her throat. "You can tell me what you know, or I will sever that head of yours right where you stand."
Well, things are happening. I hope you enjoy this chapter and that you will review.
Have a good one,
Flame Falcon