A Foreigner's Death

[Argontum 153]

A human wandered in the lands of Urguan. He was tall and strong. He wore a set of black clothing, along with crimson red armor, which protected his body, though this armor was different than the kind of armor, not the kind worn by humans, nor elves, nor dwarves. The armor had each individual parts, a chest plate to protect his upper body, large plates to protect his lower body and upper leg, a pair of shoulder guards, gauntlets, thigh guards, greaves, poleyn, as well as boots, all in crimson red, but he did not wear a helmet. The color of his hair was light brown, tied in a ponytail. His skin tone was light and his eyes brown. He wandered in the lands of Urguan, standing beside a tree near the sea, staring into the horizon. He stood there like a statue, not moving an inch.

 

Azonlir Grandaxe happened to pass by, biting on a piece of bread as he strolled down along the road. He saw the human and became enraged at this sight, he threw away his bread and held his warhammer tightly.

 

"Oi!" He would call out, but the man didn't react. He just stood there, staring into the sea.

 

"Wot' teh' fock 're ye doing here! Do ye 'now t'is is dwed lands!?" Azonlir would cry out again to the man. He finally turned his head to look at the dwarf, his expression was calm, and he replied.

 

"Quite, you short, small human."

 

"Wot' teh' fock did ye say? Ah' am a' dwed! Ah' am nae a' 'uman scum like ye! An' t'is is dwed lands, ye hear me!?"

 

"Are you drunk? How am I suppose to know this is your land, you small human? You should have put some signs down saying this is your land, and now, whatever the case may be, I'll be taking my leave now." The man started to walk away, leaving the area but then he ceased his movement as Azonlir yelled at him.

 

"Ye call me drunk? Ye 're teh' one w'o is drunk!"

 

"Drunk?' the man would reply. "I know not of this world, you 'dwed'. I was transported into this world from another dimension. Now let me leave."

 

"Dimen'ion?" Azonlir would laugh. "See? Ye 're drunk! An' ye 're nae leavin'!" He charges at the man with his warhammer ready, the man on the other hand, didn't seem to have any, but he turned to Azonlir, ready to return whatever the dwarf sent at him. Azonlir's warhammer swung here and there, as well as the man's fists towards Azonlir. The fight didn't last long. Azonlir raised his head, breathing heavily, and his warhammer down on the ground.

 

"Fockin' 'uman." He took his warhammer and stared at the man, who was now lying on the ground, his head was smashed and his crimson red armor destroyed. Azonlir pushed the human's body into the sea, letting it drift away. Azonlir took his warhammer, as well as taking out a piece of cloth, wiping some blood of his warhammer. After that, he disposed the piece of cloth and walked away.

 

"'uman from anot'er dimen'ion? Wot' teh' fock dos' t'at mean!?" He walked into the tavern, asking for some ale and sets his warhammer down on the ground.

 

EDIT: ((This really happened in RP btw, some person - which I decided not to tell his name - actually played a ******* samurai, don't think this is some kind of bullshit post))

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