Inception

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INCEPTION

 

 

 

 

 

14th of Malin's Welcome, 1532.

 

The spindly Ser would go ashore, berthing the small vessel by the seaweed covered dock within an ailing village, commoners sporting tattered and unwashed clothing of varied dull colors minding their daily chores. He motioned for the party to stay on the boat, excluding two of the broader framed men, asking them to follow, ligneous planks of the moorage rasped beneath the trio’s steps as they sauntered further down the grimy path.

 

He traipses through the hamlet, leaving three by the boat, drawling out wearily as he paced off. with a duo of burly men by his side.

 

“Find us a tavern t’ stay in, and store all of our cargo.”

 

An ampled, subdued forest would be on the town's outskirts, broken carts and barrels scattered by the road side.  The three would dawdle into the woodland, hands kept on their weapon’s hilts, at the ready.

 

 

A branch cracks, cloud of arrows and bolts flying towards the three fatigued figures, one of the two mercenaries pummeled by arrow fire, crimson droplets splattering across the ashen-colored twigs and trees. The Ser and his retainer would swiftly throw themselves aside, remaining crouched behind a fallen trunk.

 

Athirius murmured towards the man by his side.

 

“Load your crossb-”

 

Another arrow flies towards them, rapidly moving over the bole they took cover behind, sticking itself deeply into the sellsword’s neck, a gargling noise emitting from his botched throat, ichor gliding down his broad nape. The battle-scarred warrior’s eyes peer wide open, flashbacks of the Barrowyk siege striking his thoughts as blood is splashed over the side of his angular visage.

 

Athirius remains still behind the perished tree, quietly drawing his family’s heirloom, the longsword Talon, grinding his teeth viciously, his head briefly poking out of cover as he’d gaze at four nimble elves, donning simple rags and worn leather armor, wielding various recurve bows and exotic weaponry.

 

“Did you get the last d’hoine?” A scrawny elf pipes up, nocking an arrow, resting it against his thin bow string.

 

“Aye, they’re all dead.” A limber one responds, tightening the grasp around his rusty elven longsword, vaulting over the arrow-battered tree trunk.

 

As the elf leaped over the said trunk, the defiant soldier would grasp at his ankles, bringing the lithe figure onto the dirty ground and sinking his sword briskly into his throat, this occurring rather quietly.

 

“Kieran, anyone there?” An elven crony inquires, knitting his eyebrows, lazily lifting the loaded bow, whereas the two infantry elves remain behind him, pursing their dry lips.

 

A rock is flung towards the rivals, hitting the archer in the chest, a mere grunt released from his lips, the brazen knight clambering quickly over the sloped tree’s bole, horizontally swinging his reliable blade for the archer’s exposed abdomen, gore and guts tumbling out of the slashed up stomach, before he’d fall to his knees and finally slumping onto the gravely injured torso. The two grunts would move to meet the assailant, one drifting behind him whilst the other would fend off the Ser’s blade.

 

His waist is caught off guard, sliced by the elf that slithered behind him, a painful yelp heard before he’d point his red-hued sword forwards, digging it into the elf’s heart, pirouetting on his heel and facing the last foe, wincing at the deep cut.

 

The enemy sends his blade for the grizzled and injured man’s thigh, only to lose his sword-hand as the knight’s longsword ripples downwards to disjoint him, a bawl bursting through the quiet forest. The sand-haired figure would then ram his elbow for the elf’s side, shoving him into a nearby tree’s arm, the branch sticking into the back of the foe’s skull, though not instantaneously killing him. The knight then hurls his bloodied sword aside, bringing his arms upwards, pressing his palms against the elf’s cheeks and slowly propelling the branchlet deeper into his adversary’s head, watching the life slip out of his dull brown eyes.

 

 

Edited November 6, 2015 by Guck

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