Ain't Noooo Slayer

[Reckless Banzai Screamer 15456]

 

While Khalestine's summer is essentially endless, the heat was far more unbearable this time of year. In this heat, man's judgment began to blur and the voices of those long gone sounded far more clearly - or so it was said by those who had lost their minds to Deus Proditor.

 

Spit on spectacles couldn't clear the spectacle unraveling before the young Qali. Specks of brown, yellow, and red clung to his eyelashes as he tried wiping them away with his tunic. It still carried the strong odor of livestock after all of these years. Something took a powerful grip on his leg and hoisted him into the air. Forcing his eyes open, Nafis Yar stared up towards the horror that was called the Strykewyrm. Its pincers kept a tight hold and squeezed on his thigh. The young Qali groaned in the air momentarily. The leg was becoming numb as it was crushed.

 

It is the moment between life and death that God has gifted man a special trait. He finds once hidden strength with the rush of adrenaline that builds up within him - his fight for survival. Strike with Steel, Qali!

 

From the hip, Nafis lifted his upper body and flung his hands for the Strykewyrm's face. Now but a desperate beast in this state, he plunged his thumbs into the yellow eyes of the monster. The grip on his leg tightened and a sharp pain entered his hip but the Qalasheen held on for dear life, knowing he would not have the strength to rise back up should he fall back. The Strykewyrm's eyes rolled back into his head and a thin shell on each eye emerged, covering them. Nafis reached back for the knife on his belt and thrusted it into one of the eyes of the beast. The thin shell cracked and the monster hissed vehemently, writhing its head back. However as it kept ahold of Nafis' leg, he was pulled back as well and he did the same to the other eye - digging the small blade as deep as it would go.

 

The sands welcome and the sands say when your stay is unwanted, Qali. Prolonging the inevitable is futile. Death is certain and not even God can protect you from Khalestine. Do not stall me.

 

It had been some odd years since the desperate beast had first emerged. Fire cast across the dining room of the Caliph's home with the blood of a prince on the beast's mentor's hands. An accomplice to murder.

 

Uncomfortable to the sand's feel on his body, the freed Nafis reached out to grab a hold of his bow and quiver of arrows. The blind Strykewyrm swung its saucer shaped head down, crushing the bow before Nafis could grab it. The pieces of wood splintered with the snap of the bow string along with the Qalasheen's hopes of fighting back. He took his stand back as the Strykewyrm's head rose from the sand and began jogging away. The blood was rushing back into his leg but it was still difficult to gain a full sprint, especially in the sand. The loose footing made Nafis' legs sore as he made his escape. 

 

Your knowledge of these sands is unmatched, Qali. The Strykewyrm won't know what hit him once he faces your best equipment. Straight ahead is home.

 

A ****** full of green where his parents used to sleep, a war scythe from Amir Kaneen, and a blade from Leuvaarden. Slayer for liiiife where the monsters roam.

 

Deep breath. Nafis coughed into his hand, his lungs now unfit for clean air after years of dabbling into green. He wiped his mouth and brushed the sand out of his thick, curly beard that contrasted his short cut hair. Deep breath. He kept his back to the side of the building and looked in the direction of the Strykewyrm as it roamed the abandoned town blindly in search of him. The young Qalasheen was born here twenty years ago, long before Al-Dirahk was founded. It was empty since he remembered it, save for his Qalasheen mother and foreign father. And it was the Strykewyrm that feasted on them.

 

Nafis walked slowly around the building towards the door, but even careful steps captured the Strykewyrm's attention. The shifting sands spoiled Nafis' location and the strykewyrm burrowed into the sands in hot pursuit of the slayer.

 

You got a lot of things to do when you get back to Al-Dirahk. They'll love you like your momma did when you go back and kill that murderer Zhulik. Join the Mubarizun and fulfill your promise to that green eyed beauty and put more flowers in her hair.

 

Sorry little Qali but you're not going anywhere while the Strykewyrm creeps.I don't know what you've been told but it's all bullshit.This home will be your grave and your first mistake was getting cornered in there.

 

Nafis took a swig from the bottle of spiced rum as he got upstairs. Fire-water. A parting gift from Zhulik before he stood court in Al-Dirahk. It gave the Waldenian the strength to kill the Prince, it should give the Qali the strength to kill the Strykewyrm. Allah would not mind - for Nafis' blade striked true. Afterall - Allah is great!

 

The Strykewyrm's head crashed through the wooden wall of the building and hissed wildly as it lunged for Nafis. The young Qalasheen dropped the bottle of spiced rum and it shattered on the floor once he jumped back in fright. He reached down to grab his war scythe and swung it forward - embedding the head into the ceiling. A piss poor gift from the Kaneens in retrospect. While malicious in look, its edge was too strong and in the end it was simply a farm boy's makeshift weapon. Nafis cursed under his breath before the Strykewyrm lunged forward once more, taking the whole building down with him on the second try.

 

You're going to rise up again, brush the dust off, and kill the beast for the glory. Afterwards go head into town, mess around with a foreign wench, ask God to forgive, and things will be alright!

 

You call yourself a diamond but as you can see, even those can break. Afterwards you're going to die like your folks so you can go see them, and you can ask God why he didn't give you the strength to fight. 

 

Nafis came to below the debris of his family's home. A nail from a wooden plank stuck like an inch into his stomach. The smell of alcohol hung to his tomb. But something was trying to dig him out. The hissing became louder as the Strykewyrm grabbed at the debris with its pincers in search of Nafis. The young Qalasheen looked through the holes of his tomb where Khalestine's sun leaked through.

 

Hang in there Qali and remember that your new mother would be proud of you. She's lost family before and this will make two. If the Strykewyrm does kill you just remember little Qali there's one of seven skies for a slayer.

 

As the Strykewyrm lifted the last piece of debris protecting Nafis, the young Qalasheen took sight of the Leuvaarden blade a man of Amyas once gave him in his youth. He grabbed the hilt of the foreign blade and swung it upwards to meet the Strykewyrm. It clashed with one of the monster's pincers on the perfect spot, nearly severing it. The Strykewyrm recoiled its head and hissed, writhing in agony. Nafis sheathed the blade and began crawling out of the debris as fast as his injured body would let him. He could not stand very well and the sword was no help in this issue but Nafis felt safe carrying the blade from Oren with him - in case the beast continued pursuit. A green fluid leaked from the open wound on the Strykewyrm where one of his pincers barely hung from. It bubbled as it made contact with the air.

 

Nafis finally regained his stance and looked back far into the distance at the Strykewyrm which now paid no mind to Nafis - and so be it. The young Qali doubted the woman who adopted him and packed up to live among his people would still be around after he had been missing for so many years, so there was little reason to return to Al-Dirahk. Off the coast as he walked away from the abandoned village was a small dinghy he had seen many times in his youth - surprisingly still in suitable condition. Nafis did not know which direction to go to find his second-mother Ellian, but he hoped to find her. So he paddled off in a random direction which would lead him to Aeldin Gielinor.

 

Raigeki smiled the sun's smile upon his grandson from the Seven Skies.

 

 

(I'm heading to the Navy later this year and want to spend my remaining time as a civilian with friends and family. It's been a fun year and then some!)

 

[Knox213 10]

King Heinrik, standing beside Raigeki from the seven skies glares down at the grandson saying "This new generation eh? Who knows what future may hold."

 

((Enjoy Civvy life until you leave homie. Peace.))

[Stump 709]

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Far away and in a milder climate, a raven-haired woman lies in a field, enjoying a sunbath with an orange tabby curled on her stomach. Both of their forms rise and fall softly in breathing, and every once in a while they are overshadowed by a passing cloud or swift messenger bird. The woman's arms lay spread out in the grass, quiet aside from the occasional snore.

Some days were worse than others, though. For years she'd stayed in the Caliphate, only coming out of her home to fish or buy fresh produce. Sometimes the woman had wondered if she simply wasn't cut out for raising a family, or perhaps something- Or someone, was trying to show her the way.
In the end, she wasn't the brightest woman. She'd decided it was best if she simply kept going as usual.

Ellian never really did find out if that was the best solution, but at the same time she was far too stubborn to care. One day she'd have a 'normal' family, even if that day was not today. So for now the tabby, her husband and her profession was her family; and Ellian was okay with that. 

 

[Arkelos 1027]

((Peace Shady! Have fun, even after you leave for the navy.))

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

Enepay daydreams while his sheep graze over a sunny plain, feeling alone in this world.

[Zhulik 3559]

You're better than most people!

[The Hedge Knight 173]

((I will miss you very much old friend.))

[Imam Faiz Kharadeen 3167]

"Raigeki and Nafis shall be forever memorialized within the Caliphate." says a sad faiz kharadeen

 

(i cried)

[KoTo 610]

Moved to the Archive. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.