A Failed Rescue!

[ThatCanadian 203]

Edit: This isn't a perma or anything, I have decided to post some of my characters actions on the forums a) give me something to do and b) Give people something to read an enjoy. 

 

This was an actual even that happened with slight modifications to make it a better read. Enjoy!

 

 

Matthew Claxdon stood in his house, pacing back and forth, nervousness across his face. Looking at the table, he goes to pick up the note again, reading it,

 

"If I do not return within an Elven hour, punish the captive until he can take no more and send a lock of his hair and the tip off his finger to the Ambriel Keep. -Elder Mithius"

 

Sighing he places it down on the table again,“Damnit it Mithius, why couldn't you wait?” Looking out the window, the sun had continued on its way starting to dip down towards the horizon, there was only about a quarter of an hour left before a full elven hour had passed. Cursing, he goes to grab his blade, belting it on with the thick leather strap that served as the means to secure the blade onto his waist. Grabbing his bow off the wall as well as some of his arrow, he goes to head out, making his way towards the Ambriel Keep.

 

Upon arriving, he could tell something was amiss, he stood before the Silverblade Manor, looking up at its walls and massive gate, as he continued to look, a man in armour spoke to a child next to him, “Come, let's go check on the prisoner.” Swearing, Matthew knew who they were taking about, “Mithius you idiot.” He went to go to head around the manor, not daring to step into it before he knew what was happening. Upon turning a corner, he say an open area covered in stalls with thatched roofs. Here was an area where the manor fell into what he could only assume was the living quarters. Windows lined the side with the walls made of wood, deep in thought, he climbed up onto one of the stalls, careful due to the perilous footing. Looking through the window, he could see a group of people talking and muttering, standing all together. Matthew smiled to himself, a plan forming in his mind. Ripping off his sleeve, he went to tie it around his mouth, not wanting to get caught doing this deed. Grabbing his bow, he reached for an arrow. Through the window he had been able to see one of the people inside, perhaps firing an arrow into one of them would serve its purpose as a distraction while he looked for his friend. Gritting his teeth, he slowly started to imagine what would happen when the arrow was fired. The window smashing, shards flying everywhere, Matthew reaching back for another arrow, notching it once more and take aim through the open window, the look on his victims face as she saw him for the first time, the arrow flying through the air, burying into her chest, breaking her skin and causes her to bleed; he could already see it, getting giddy from the thought. He imagined her eyes staring wide at him, examining him. Matthew then realized that this wasn't part of his day-dream; his victim was actually staring at him, yelling towards the others. A man in armour looked out the window and pointed at him. Matthew went to salute the man, giggling, jumping down off the roof and taking off into the forest. Moving quickly as he heard the guards shouting “Halt!” and “Stop or die!” Laughing, he continued on before he quickly went to scramble up a tree, holding his bow close to him. Underneath, he saw a patrol of guards run past, sword drawn, the steel gleaming off the sunlights rays.

 

Matthew felt exhilarated, his heart was pounding and he couldn't help but let off a little giggle, “T-they didn't find me.” He said to himself, giggling all the while. Going to climb down, he ripped off his mask, going to head off, he was going to need to make more preparations, he had a plan.

 

If you were to look closely, you would see eyes peering out from the trees. A man dressed in black with his hood pulled low examined the Silverblade manor. Matthew had returned, his bag full of lanterns, sealed so the oil would not leak. Walking towards the manor, he looked around, then pick up a rather decent sized rock, giddy and giggling from what he was about to do. Hiding behind one of the stalls with the thatched roof, he lay out five lanterns. Taking off the seals and straightening the wicks, he then grabbed a torch that was being used to illuminate the road, lighting the lanterns and grabbing the rock. Taking a deep breath, he went to calm himself, grinning at the thought of what he was about to do before picking up one of the lanterns in his left hand. Running towards the building he hurled the rock as hard as he could against the glass, causing it to smash. Screeches and shouts of surprise could be heard as shards of the glass flew into the room. Quickly putting the lantern into his right hand, he tossed it through the window, a large smash could be heard and flames seen spreading out and licking the walls. Shouts and screams were heard as people started to evacuate, knowing he would have little time, he ran back and grabbed another two lanterns, one in each hand. Tossing one against the thatched roof he would continue forwards, scooping up the torch as he moved. Running towards the broken window he went to toss another lantern inside; however, he missed and it ended up smashing against the wall outside of the manor doing nothing. Knowing it was time to leave, he went to run before a voice could be heard behind him, “Stop right there.”

 

Turning slowly, Matthew sighed as he saw the man in iron, looking at him, holding the lite torch by his side he looked around, giggling, “Who? Me?” He pointed to himself, “But I didn't do anything.” A women would also run up and stand beside the man, a frown on her face, “You know what you did,” she said, looking at him with hate in her eyes. The man in iron would continue to spit out a rather vulgar word that would make Matthew cringe, “Now...that's not very nice...” He would say as the man unsheathed his blade. With a gleam in his eyes, he would watch the man charge towards him before casually lifting up the torch, pointing it towards the oncoming man, “Careful, it's hot~,” he would giggle as the man abruptly stopped. “Damn you,” he would say, going to eye the torch, “I still am the one with the sharp sword.” Sighing Matthew would nod, “And I am the one with the hot flame, shall we continue to point out the obvious?” Stepping towards the man, Matthew would slash the torch from side to side, pushing the man back. The man in iron would simply swing his blade down onto the torch, cutting it in half. Frowning, Matthew would look at him, “He...he...well then...” Going to turn and run, he would be stopped as a man from behind him plunged his rapier into Matthew's leg, “ARRGGGG,” he would yell as he turned around violently, the man pulling the rapier out, “That hurts!” Matt screamed at him. The man chuckled, “I know, that's the point.” Angry now that his plan had been foiled, Matthew jumped towards the man, going to tackle him, however, he would only be met with a sword in the shoulder. Screaming again, he continued his attack until a blade would slice through his cloak and into his back, another slicing through his side. Falling over, Matthew would look up, seeing the building on fire, smiling as he bleed out, his last thoughts, “At...least...I...did that...”

 

He later woke up at the temple, not knowing what happened.

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