Post by taran on Aug 14, 2008 15:13:29 GMT -5
Hey guys, this thread is an RP, duh right? lol. hope you have fun, and please keep it on topic and follow the normal rules. 
thanks.
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Taran woke abruptly from his frightful sleep, sweat dripping from his body as if he had just come from a hot bath. His bedroll was twisted and disheveled from the nights horrors. He looked around at the surrounding forest, its silence masking the threat Taran felt. He stood, drawing his sword. Faint whistles fluttered in the wind, betraying the presence of animals and other shadier creatures.
"Hey Narth," he said to his night black horse. "You see, or hear anything?" The horse looked around, sniffing the air.
"No...and yes. There are animals moving everywhere, but I cannot hear them. It is strange." Taran took the horse's news bitterly. 'I highly doubt those are animals,' he thought to himself. He took a piece of bread from one of the saddle bags, then proceeded to eat it, bite by bite.
Another sharp whistle exploded through the air, this time much closer. Taran raised his sword, ready for anything. The sun began to shine through the forest, its light casting dark shadows around trees and bushes. A slight breeze flew through the tops of the trees, causing the leaves to rustle and the branches to sway. Taran unbound Narth from a tree, and sent him galloping away. In an instant, three figures appeared around Taran.
"Looks like we've finally found you, young Elf. Do you know how long we've been looking?" One of the figures said with a rough voice, hinting at too many days on hot plains with little water. All three figures had swords drawn, the blades glistening in the morning light. Taran prepared for the fight he knew would come.
"Oh, I'll guess months, years? Actually, I am surprised that you were able to enter the forest. Not many non elves can do that, you should feel privileged." Taran smiled, then began the attack. He moved with the natural speed of an Elf, and the experienced discipline of a hardened warrior. The first figure never had time to react before Taran's sword sliced through his throat, spilling his blood like a broken bowl. He then moved to the second, slashing and jabbing with precise strikes. The man screamed with each successful strike, then fell dead as Taran put his sword through the man's heart. He moved to the third, who began to back away, fear clearly written on his face. The man slashed frantically at Taran, who nimbly parried each attack. In a flurry of twists and turns, Taran forced his tachi blade through the man's belly, knocking him back. He pushed the dying man off his sword, sending him to the ground. He cleaned his sword on the man's tunic, then salvaged any valuables from the dead men.
"So there was no bargaining this time eh?" His horse said, coming back through the haze and shadows.
"Regretfully, no. But they will no longer bother us, my friend. And it seems they have been very successful as of late," Taran noted, pulling bags of coins from beneath their cloaks. "We'll be able to use these the next time we visit a city or town. Maybe keep the law off us as well." Taran continued searching the bodies until he had gathered all he felt he could use, then buried the bodies in deep graves beneath the trees, saying brief prayers to whatever gods existed to grant them peace. Filling the saddle bags, Taran leapt atop Narth and headed off into the dense forest.
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Taran woke abruptly from his frightful sleep, sweat dripping from his body as if he had just come from a hot bath. His bedroll was twisted and disheveled from the nights horrors. He looked around at the surrounding forest, its silence masking the threat Taran felt. He stood, drawing his sword. Faint whistles fluttered in the wind, betraying the presence of animals and other shadier creatures.
"Hey Narth," he said to his night black horse. "You see, or hear anything?" The horse looked around, sniffing the air.
"No...and yes. There are animals moving everywhere, but I cannot hear them. It is strange." Taran took the horse's news bitterly. 'I highly doubt those are animals,' he thought to himself. He took a piece of bread from one of the saddle bags, then proceeded to eat it, bite by bite.
Another sharp whistle exploded through the air, this time much closer. Taran raised his sword, ready for anything. The sun began to shine through the forest, its light casting dark shadows around trees and bushes. A slight breeze flew through the tops of the trees, causing the leaves to rustle and the branches to sway. Taran unbound Narth from a tree, and sent him galloping away. In an instant, three figures appeared around Taran.
"Looks like we've finally found you, young Elf. Do you know how long we've been looking?" One of the figures said with a rough voice, hinting at too many days on hot plains with little water. All three figures had swords drawn, the blades glistening in the morning light. Taran prepared for the fight he knew would come.
"Oh, I'll guess months, years? Actually, I am surprised that you were able to enter the forest. Not many non elves can do that, you should feel privileged." Taran smiled, then began the attack. He moved with the natural speed of an Elf, and the experienced discipline of a hardened warrior. The first figure never had time to react before Taran's sword sliced through his throat, spilling his blood like a broken bowl. He then moved to the second, slashing and jabbing with precise strikes. The man screamed with each successful strike, then fell dead as Taran put his sword through the man's heart. He moved to the third, who began to back away, fear clearly written on his face. The man slashed frantically at Taran, who nimbly parried each attack. In a flurry of twists and turns, Taran forced his tachi blade through the man's belly, knocking him back. He pushed the dying man off his sword, sending him to the ground. He cleaned his sword on the man's tunic, then salvaged any valuables from the dead men.
"So there was no bargaining this time eh?" His horse said, coming back through the haze and shadows.
"Regretfully, no. But they will no longer bother us, my friend. And it seems they have been very successful as of late," Taran noted, pulling bags of coins from beneath their cloaks. "We'll be able to use these the next time we visit a city or town. Maybe keep the law off us as well." Taran continued searching the bodies until he had gathered all he felt he could use, then buried the bodies in deep graves beneath the trees, saying brief prayers to whatever gods existed to grant them peace. Filling the saddle bags, Taran leapt atop Narth and headed off into the dense forest.
