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Post by Pentium Evil on Oct 3, 2006 9:21:05 GMT -5
I try to calm myself, let my heart quiet to a dull roar as I breathe the fire out of my lungs. The blood soaked black robe, the dead look in her High Elf eyes, I had killed her, then I realise I've never met this woman in my life.
Now I'm not crazy. Yet here I was, blood soaked and fueled with rage. A dead woman in a dark alley and a blade in my hand. She wasn't just some innocent, average woman making her way home, she was an Assassin, a Silencer of the Dark Brotherhood. I had little time to realise the severity of this situation as a cold Imperial blade sent a chill across my neck, tightning against my veins like a noose.
"Stop right there, Nord!" He shouted in my ear, that disgusting tone of voice like a lecture from your mother. "Well, well, what do we have here? It seems we have a murderer on our hands, you Nords are all the same, bloodthirsty barbarians!" Before I had time to gather my ground the Gaurd kicked it out from under me as always, the butt of a sword met my skull, a sharp pain and then, darkness.
My swirled, mumbling echoed throughout my ears, shadows came to take form. I awake on my back in the Imperial Prison, one of the disgusting, cramped cells where countless low lifes have waited to die and now I'm here. the surging pain in the back of my brain, I try to stand, but a sickly vertigo consumes me, my hand clutches my mouth and I hold back the urge to vomit. My legs feel weak, my vision slowly focuses, my thoughts clearer. But a clear state of mind hasn't provided any more clues as to why I found myself in the presence of a dead Assassin, or why that Argonian in the corner is staring at me.
"What's your pleasure?" The Lizard whispered in that slimy Argonian tounge. "What'd you say Argonian?" I said my eyes squinting from pain. "What's your pleasure? What's your crime?" "Apparantly I've killed a woman tonight." "Apparantly!?" He said.
I stay silent, any talk of what went on tonight and the lizard may get scared. It makes no sense to me, so why would it to him?
"Not a talker, eh..." He continued. "The name's Uchiv by the way." He said with his tounge crawling between his teeth. "Mine's Maul." I grunted. "So you killed?" "No..." I sighed "...and yes." As I suspected a silence fell over the dank, blood stained room, I scared him off I get that alot. The echoes of bloody screams and insane mumbles, it's one of the events that make you feel like you'll go crazy unless someone says something.
"You look pretty strong you know..." Uchiv broke the silence. "And?" I replied. "Couldn't you break the bars?" "I'm strong but I'm not an Ogre, we'll have to find another way out..." Suddenly the room was engulfed in flames, the booming noise of fire and rock as my prayers were answered, the force of the divines crashing against my bones and teeth, the wall of the cell vanished in an inferno of ember and burning metal, my body losing all sense of movement, the fire carries me from the bed, crashing my back into the thick bars of the cell, now bent by booming destruction. My prayer for salvation had been answered, but as I turned my head upward, to behold my savior I realised I must've prayed to the wrong God.
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Post by DEATH97 on Oct 3, 2006 19:11:26 GMT -5
Ouch small text.. hurts my eyes.
The story is very well written, and leaves me wanting more. love the cliffhanger. Images wandering in my head of who is standing above.
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Post by dogonda on Oct 3, 2006 19:34:47 GMT -5
good stuff.
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Post by BloodMoonWolf on Oct 3, 2006 19:57:33 GMT -5
awsome work. I can't wait to read more.
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Post by Pentium Evil on Oct 4, 2006 5:30:13 GMT -5
In the raging fire and seering pain crawling through me my vision kept it's focus, his silhouette standing in the inferno, robes dark as the night's sky, the dead, vicious look in his vision. Dark Brotherhood scum. I jumped to my feet as dived at me slicing at my arm with those damn blades of theirs, I spin around, swing my arms, but he's too fast. He makes another dive for me, but I dodge to the side, he falls crushing his hand against the twisted bars, grunting in pain, the murderous look in his eyes was nothing, he wasn't any trouble, a simple broken hand wouldn't keep a half decent assassin down. The blood crazed stare turns to a prayer for mercy as I slowly approach him, my foot smashing into his ribs, he flys across the cell, cracking against the stone walls. As I go to finish the job I hear the stomping of Imperial boots, I don't have time to deal with this slime ball, and obviously Uchiv had the same idea as I turned my eyes outside, I see a lizard-shaped shadow disappear into the night.
I rush out of there like an Scamp out of Oblivion, heading for a cold Ale and a source of information. But as I made my way down the cold, empty streets a thought comes to mind. That Assassin, he was too loud, not even an amateur Dark Brother could be that careless, he was dressed and equipped to fit the part of the shadowy figure, but not even a crazed axe-wielding Orc would make that much of an entrance, someone was impersonating the Brotherhood, and dragging me along like a rag doll, there's gonna be blood and bruises before the end.
Moments later I was at the Bloated Float, the best, if only Inn on the water. A wet, dank tavern full of run down scum and home to more violence than you bargained for, my kind of place.
As I approach the door, the Orcish bouncer is busy throwing some drunken annoyance screaming into the ocean, he approaches me with that look in his eye, he does this everytime, "Get lost Maul! We don't need your kind around here." He yells, his green snout flaring. I have no time for words, I know how this is going to end, I grab his arm, wrenching it from it's socket and snapping the bone, the howl is deafening and he writhes in agony, and he's not too happy as I shove him into the sea, crashing down on the drunks who are less happy to see him that I am. I wouldn't feel too bad for him, he tries to shove me away every week and I just snap something and toss him to the fish.
As I push the door open, I get some odd looks. Whispers and mumbles with the occassional mentioning of my name. You could say I'm kinda famous around here, I used to take care of odd jobs for The Black Bow Bandits, a band of cut throats. Until they were destroyed by Leyawiin's Knights of the White Stallion, now I'm a simple Nord trying to make ends meet by any means.
Before I could even take a seat I spotted Berek, ugly little bastard, those golden curls and that big stupid grin he always had, drunk and stupid as he always was. For such a small guy you wouldn't expect it, but that Wood Elf was trouble and a hell of a sneak, if a crook sneezed you can bet Berek wouldn't be out of the loop, I ordered up an Ale from the barman, I try to stay unnoticed, who knows if the man who attacked me tonight is watching right now, with more explosives at hand. I need to be quick, you can't lay low from assassins in this city. A few seconds later and the Ale is gone and my head starts to clear, it's the first time I've had to think straight in hours. But now wasn't time for thinking, I was time to learn a few things about my would-be dispatchers. My fist tightly clenching I approached Berek from behind. He sipped his drink with that stupid grin on his face, but that ended just about the time I clenched my hands on his shoulders, an icy chill froze him as my voice slipped off my tounge. "Evening Berek! I'm in need of your assistance...."
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Post by Pentium Evil on Oct 4, 2006 9:22:19 GMT -5
I could see the horror in his eyes, Berek had stole, extorted, bribed and even murdered his way to the top, but that doesn't mean a thing when I'm around.
Now Berek... I grunted in his ear. His face went pale, that stupid grin vanished "Uh...M,Maul...it's..." Shut up, I need to talk. You remember that agreement we made? "Y,Y,Yes..." He shivered. Well then please quote it "W, When you're around, y,you're, you're the boss...." That's right... My grip on his shoulders tightened. And the Boss needs information I let go of him, picking up his lackeys by the scuffs of their necks and throwing them asside, taking a seat opposite Berek, I told about everything, the lost memory, the dead assassin, the fake Dark Brother, every detail.
"That's quite a story Mr.Maul..." Berek had drank many drinks over the story, atleast he was finally calm. So what do you think? "Hmmm...fake assassins..." He pondered for a while, scratching his chin, I grew impatient. Any time Berek... He still carried on thinking until. "Dementi Valtrusi." He yelled You liar, Dementi's too big to be concerned with me. "There's a manor a few hours outside the city." A Manor? I stood up, slowly stomping back out onto the dock, all the while the same thoughts swirled through my mind.
Dementi Valtrusi, the Lord? He was a philanthropist, a socialite. When it came to the higher classes Dementi was a respected business man, but to regular folk he was a menace, a crooked criminal with enough Septims to buy the Empire and more, why did he need me hunted by some fake assassins, he was the proud owner of The Elite, his private bodygaurds, but they were knights, not assassins.
A few hours later and I'm miles out from the City, a small manor lay before me, just as Berek had said. The rain started to pour down from the night's sky like it had just been torn apart. It all looked pretty normal, a few horses, food barrels, all normal except the arrow that had just pierced my leg, I fell to the dirt, trying to pull it from my flesh. I was stuck tight, I turned and there was another one, another assassin. Was it real or imposter? Many more came from the bushes and trees, from the undergrowth and the shadow. Another arrow pierced my shoulder, the agony the rage built up inside me, they gathered around me as I knelt on the floor, trying with all my strength to rend the arrows from me. A third assassin, his red eyes glinting in the moonlight, his boot pummled my ribs, I fall to the mud, coughing a urging. I couldn't take anymore the raging fury burned like an inferno all I could see was red, and then dark.
I awake and I'm on my feet again, the fueling rage subsides once again, as I'm standing over another corpse? It's Dementi. He was dead, mutilated, his body torn to shreds, it happened again, where were the Assassins? I turned my head to the window, it was still dark, but was it today's dark or had I spend an entire day dedicated to evicerating him, it had stopped raining, so I guessed the latter. I treaded the fields outside the manor once again, and as I continued every few steps there were more corpses, of the assassins that tried to kill me last night. I search the violated bodies of my victims, I start with the one with the red eyes, a Dark Elf. I felt through his pockets, then finally a clue, a medallion. But, this can't be right. This was the Knights of the White Stallion doing.
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Post by DEATH97 on Oct 5, 2006 4:20:21 GMT -5
Interesting..and as usual, I'm wanting to know what happens next.
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Post by Pentium Evil on Oct 5, 2006 4:44:41 GMT -5
Now things were falling into place. Weeks ago on a trip to Leyawiin I had heard news of the Black Bow Bandits being wiped out by some Orc Knight. They were after me, the last living legacy of the Black Bow Bandits. But this wasn't over. Why disguise themselves as Dark Brotherhood? Why was I blacking out to find myself mutilating corpses? There were still too many things left unfinished, I had to kill that Orc woman, but she could be anywhere, with all the thought and cunning that has gone into this plan, she's obviously too smart to stay in Leyawiin, or anywhere for long.
As I stood up from the corpse, faint moans and cries hit my ears, I looked to the ground, one of the fake assassins was still alive, twitching in the dirt, his blood and the mud mixing to a disgusting concotion of violence and filth. He was barely alive, but alive enough to tell me what I want to know. I grab him my his neck, slamming him up against the bark of an Oak tree, you could hear the drying blood trying to spew from his mouth as he choked. I stare him deep in the eyes and let him know I mean business, with a powerfull blow to the stomach, he coughs and gacks, it helped him cough up the blood that choked him, spilling out over his robes.
Where is she? I roared in his face "w...where, is who?" He whined in a faint, dying voice. Don't pretend you don't know, where is Mazoga the Orc!? "I'll never tell you! I'm..d,dead anyway, what can y,you do?" I unsheathed the dagger from my pocket, waving it in his eyes. I'll make you die slower I say in a calm voice.
Minutes later and I'm dragging my feet through thick fields of dirt and flowers, it's raining again. Just before that rat bastard assassin died, he told me one thing 'Fisherman's Rock' once a home of bandits, thieves and murderers until that Mazoga wiped them out. And now I'm gonna send her staight to Oblivion. As I drudge through the fields, I remember. Memories flow through my mind like someone tore down the flood gates, The Dead Silencer, I with her that night. I was at a bar, drinking, she bought me an Ale. We were talking and then...I wake up to her corpse.
Something happened to me, magic, poison, curse. I don't care as long as I get rid of it and kill whoever did it to me.
Mazoga the Orc, you're dead. And this time I won't need some magic curse to persuade me to tear you're screaming body to pieces with my bare hands.
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Post by DEATH97 on Oct 5, 2006 4:57:31 GMT -5
Nice, love the first person perspective and the way your a Marked man, and how you just wake up not sure how you got there, Oh and how you worked Mazoga into your story, pure genius...still... seems very.... familiar for some reason?? J/K No really, its good stuff, interesting story so far. Keep it up
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Post by Pentium Evil on Oct 5, 2006 5:01:55 GMT -5
(just read more of Marked)
Ah, sorry about that, I've just started reading Marked.
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Post by Pentium Evil on Oct 5, 2006 6:04:14 GMT -5
Hours passed as step by step I drew closer to my goal, I finally saw the daylight, I haven't seen the sun since before I met the Silencer, it's been darkness for atleast three days, but I'm not sure, I've lost track of time I'm too busy to worry about that.
I eventually passed Bravil. I was tired, hungry, Mazoga would still be there tomorrow, and if she wasn't then I would just have to tear a few more scumbags to pieces and find out her next agenda wouldn't I? Bravil wasn't the most atrractive of places, hell in my eyes it was a dump, but everyone who lives here thinks it's fine, I guess when you're around the stink of sweage all day you stop noticing. I stopped at the nearby in, I forget the name. I stepped on through the doorway, I walked right on past the Innkeeper, stopping only to place fifteen Septims on the Bar, grabbing a slice of Venison and heading up to the private rooms.
No one bothered me as I sat in that small, dull room so I guessed it was fine with them, or it wasn't and they're too scared to say anything to me about it. I hadn't slept in days unless you count when I was bashed over the head by that Imperial Guard. I quickly fell into slumber, a calm, quiet darkness that would leave me a murderer. No this time as I awoke with five blood soaked blades to my throat I realised I was gonna be the murdered this time. These assassin bastards, kept trying didn't they? The blood on the knifes wasn't mine, luckily it was simply the blood of the residents of the Inn. I don't know how but once again they found me, and everything was going so well. The one in the center pushed his knife harder against my neck, one fell movement from slicing my throat.
"You thought you could kill the Dark Brotherhood?" He said in a quiet, furious rage. You can drop the act now, I know you're not the Brotherhood. "What are you talking about?" Another said. Don't act like you don't know, the Explosives? Setting me up? They all looked real confused, this was getting stranger by each word that drops from somebody's mouth. You're the Knights of the White Stallion, and you should really stick to the Fighting, stealth isn't you're thing. "You speak confusing words, Nord." A third said "We are the children of Sithis, the true Dark Brotherhood." "Who are these false Dark brothers and sisters you speak of?" You mean you ARE the real Dark Brotherhood? They stared at me with that wierd look of theirs, like I should know already.
And so once again I go over the same damn story, the Silencer, the Elf, Dementi, the Imposter Assassins and so on. Once I'm done with story time they carry on staring like time just froze. "Fake Assassins...." One pondered the idea, "How could we have missed this?" "I am not sure brother, we must gather the Black Hand and consult The Night Mother." The brother put away his knife left the room. "But what of him!?" One yelled.
"If he is telling the truth, then we have no quarrel, if he is lying he will not escape us, after all he must sleep sometime." The brothers followed their pack leader, dissapearing back into the dark, leaving me alone on the bed of an Inn filled with bodies, this is a hell of a night. I make a break for it out the rear window, dodging the city guard through the back alleys, and making my way out into the country. I decide to steal a Horse from the local stables, I'm already wanted for murder I may as well take advantage of it.
Galloping through the night, I'm making my time, I didn't have much time for sleep, but I've got enough energy to deal with Mazoga, making my way down past Leyawiin, down to the shoreline. I jump off the horse, and it runs off into the night. I won't need it anymore anyway. It doesn't matter if I die tonight, if I do this one thing right I'll die happy.
It's a few hours up the shore, I reach Amellion Tomb, the half way point, up ahead I can see my target. The rain starts to pour again, the full moon glints off my blood covered suit, I know I will die happy tonight. I walk right into the center of the camp, ready for battle. But it's abandoned. Nothing at all, then I notice up the hill, a glint of light from a torch, then as the moon comes into full circle, a manor a large tower overseeing the bay. Mazoga was there. I'm sure of it.
I decide to take the quiet way in, the front door is right infront of me so I hide in the grass, my heart racing, pounding through my chest as I hear the footsteps of more of those bastards, I stand crouching as the guard slowly makes his round, I jump on him tightening my grip around his head and snapping his neck before he even screams, I grab the body and send it on a slow roll down the hill and into the sea. I creak open the door, the floor boards creak underfoot as I stick to shadow, slowly surveying everything. It looks empty, but they are here, freshly eaten food lies on the dining tables and the fireplace burns with newly lit flames. This place has class, sliverware, expensive paintings, only the best for the Knights of Leyawiin. I hear a voice, a womans, it's her. I push my back against the wall, sculking up the staircase from which the voice came, my head peers around the corner to the bedrooms and there she isn't.
"Looking for me!?" I spin around to see the owner of the voice, but I'm only met with the kiss of a club, darkness again, this was getting annoying.
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Post by Pentium Evil on Oct 5, 2006 6:49:59 GMT -5
"HEY!" I hear voices. "Get the cure ready!" Voices that come slowly into light. My eyes open, and there's the she-devil. The green skin, the scars, the ugly face. Mazoga.
"Maul.... I’ve been looking for you." She said in a confident voice. The feeling is mutual, Mazoga. I grunt, my head still spinning. I try to pull my arm back swing at her, but then I notice my arms are bound by tight ropes around a pillar. "Count Leyawiin has offered the sum of twenty thousand Septims to me and my Knights once the entire Black Bow Bandits gang is gone. And you my friend are the last one..." She stared into my swollen black eye.
Why the Brotherhood...why the Silencer? I was almost bound to die but before I did I at least had to know the truth. “Well Maul, you better pull up a chair because I’m not repeating myself…”
Weeks ago I had killed every current member of the Black Bow Bandits, the money was enormous, the power great but I wanted more. Count Leyawiin called me in one Turdas morning requesting the heads of people who had ever had dealings, involvement or even knew a Black Bow. Over the days and weeks more and more died and more and more money fell into my hands. But these people they were crooked merchants, old members over sixty. They were easy kills. And then there’s you Maul, when I heard your name I knew you would go down so easy so I had to kick it up a notch.
“You remember the Silencer in Luthar Broads Boarding House?” She asked. More memories popped into my skull, it was late at night and I was drinking alone in the corner, she approached me, offering me a drink. We talked for hours, by the Nines she was beautiful. I couldn’t remember the talking itself, but we sat, drinking Ale until she offered me another drink I had never seen before, I drank it. Then someone else came in, I can’t make out the face, they kept pushing me, hitting me, insulting me, I got enraged, I got angry. The Silencer tried to break up the fight, but as she stood between me and him I blacked out and awoke to her corpse.
You drugged me? My heart filled with rage. “Oh yes, I knew you wouldn’t be easy to catch or kill, your anger is what makes you strong, but get too angry and you’re a menace, so we payed the barman to slip some special Berserk potion into your drink, don’t blame The Silencer, she was oblivious.” What happened to the scum that made me mad? Then someone I recognised approached me, then more memories of him slid back into place. “He’s right here.” He said in that slimy tounge, Uchiv, you pond scum. Uchiv… “Hi there, Maul. Still not much of a talker eh?” He spit out words. I kill you, you sick bastard! “Uchiv here was supposed to be our suicidal guy, you were supposed to kill him and be left in the prison to rot until one of ours finished you off.” Mazoga snickered. “Luckily I wasn’t even injured, I should thank you…” Uchiv broke out in laughter. I wanted to black out again, I’d wipe out every last person in this house!
Mazoga continued… Yes Maul, you were supposed to kill Uchiv and wait for us to kill you in your sleep. But then that Silencer got in the way, and because of your impatience, you killed her instead, at first it angered me, but then it was better then we could imagine. Sithis is always watching, with The Silencer dead, the odds against you would be great, The Imperial Guard, The Dark Brotherhood and The Knights of the White Stallion would all be out for your head, but there would be only one of the groups that would collect the body. Once the brothers or the guard had done away with you we would simply cleaned up your body and brought it back for a clean twenty thousand gold. We disguised ourselves as the Dark Brotherhood to avoid suspicion, to keep the Knights out of the loop, to make it look like you were just some criminal with a bounty after all we couldn’t have anyone else even knowing about the money. Dementi was a different story, we paid off Berek to lie about Dementi, we set a trap up and wait for your arrival, but our Berserk potion had turned on us, it stayed in your system, as if it was right at home with you.
"But now the cure has been administered and your fate is sealed, you will die tonight and we will receive our pay." She unsheathed her blade, lifting toward the sky, my heart ready to end it’s beating, the screams came before I was cut, they weren’t my screams, they were coming from outside. Mazoga froze, running toward the window. She yelled in fear, diving to the floor as a flaming arrow pierced the glass, flying into the wall, many more followed and in moments the room was a blaze, Mazoga stood to her feet, coughing and panting. “Now you will burn Maul!” She screamed laughing as she and Uchiv fled, leaving me, blinded by the smoke. Burning from the flames , And burning with a rage beyond driven.
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Post by Pentium Evil on Oct 12, 2006 4:21:38 GMT -5
This kept getting better; Maul convicted murderer of over ten people, not including the ones found dead at the Inn I probably took the blame for. Battered, scared and now cured of the disease that kept me out of trouble in my favourite way possible, the most violent way possible. If only it had stayed with me, by now I would’ve already waked in the presence of Mazoga’s mutilated corpse. The screams of the White Stallion Guards and the clash of steel against steel were deafened by the scourging flames that surrounded me; the pain of thick black smoke as it danced in my lungs. A terrible burning pain enveloped my arms; the fire had burnt it way to me. I stayed silent moments from screaming in the unbearable agony, my skin bubbled in the insane heat, and the smoke crawls it’s way up my nostrils, you’ve let yourself down you fool. This is it, this is the end.
No! I regain my senses, my hands still burn but so does my hair, it flares and burns to thin crooked ashes. My head hurts and not from the fire, the rope had burnt, snapping like a twig. I was out of there and alive, but still burning. The inferno still surrounded me; the window was too engulfed in flame, as was the only door. The only option was to break something and all that was left was the same pillar I had just burnt on, I limped over to the wooden menace, everything was getting hazy, I didn’t have long, my shaking, burning hands clutched each side, the pain I would have to ignore. I began to wretch it out with all the strength in my body, my face turned red the veins in my arms became huge, sweat dripped down me, nothing was happening, I pulled harder and harder in one great roar it began to crack. Beyond driven, pulling tearing screaming away, the bolts coming loose. The wood crushing under my very grip my arms tensing, tightening, burning. I one fell swoop it smashed, my toppled back, shards of broken roof bashing on my head, cutting my face. The anger, the rage, bloods dripping down my face. I held my salvation in my arms, with the strength I had left I swung like a sword, the pillar smashing the ceiling. I kept going bit by bit smashing away at the support that kept the roof from falling on me, the thick walls broke away, until it was but splinters, a huge gaping hole in the roof was my ticket out, and those tickets don’t come cheap. The building began to shake, the floor creaking, I leaped for the roof as the floor collapsed from under me falling and smashing into firewood for the burning rubble on the ground, I barely grabbed the ceiling, my legs scrambling for ground. I pulled myself up with my burnt hands, as my eyes saw the outside. I collapsed on the roof, coughing and choking, spitting up pieces of burning ember I revelled in the clean air. The pain was great but the victory was greater. I still couldn’t see what was going on down there, I crawled to the edge of the roof. The Knights were dying by the hands of dark, invisible figures, only the sight of the White Stallion guards exploding in bursts of blood, flying across the fields like gore drenched birds. I began to summon the strength the jump from the building as it grew ever closer to toppling. I lifted myself, only to be put back down as the blunt end of a sword smashed against my back, I choked from the blow, a metal boot placed itself under me turning me over. A blade placed against my throat. Mazoga, her skin stained black from the ashes, the fury grew in her eyes.
“You thought you could get away that easy!” She screamed, laughing. It’s not me who should worry about running darlin’ “Insolent pig!” She raised her sword high, suddenly another fireball burnt through the roof, the building shook pieces of burnt, twisted metal out of the top of the building, landing on the roof. Mazoga, shaken by the fire, I jumped to my feet, diving for the new hole in the wall, wrenching the metal bar from its place, now I could take care of this bitch. Screaming, she charged for me like a maniac, swinging her huge golden sword, I swang back, our weapons clashing, back and forth, I smashed her sword aside, coming back for a bash to the face, she collapsed to the floor but quickly recovered and now she was mad. With her metal gloves she sent me flying, crushing my back against the chimney, she kept swinging, over and over, each swing diminishing my strength as I held her off, but it was no good. She sliced me, I roared in agony as my left arm went flying off the roof and onto the bloodstained ground below. The blood dripping from what was left of my arm, groaning, she slowly paced towards me, she stood infront of the hole I had smashed in the roof. She placed her blade at my heart. “Maul you never stood a chance. This is the end.” She said calmly, her face swollen, she was tired. Barley enough energy to finish me off. Perfect. Quickly, I grabbed the sword by the blade, driving it back bashing the butt of the sword into her nose, smashing it to dust, she stumbled back, clutching her face. Still holding the blade of the golden sword I smashed her again, crushing her cheek, again cracking her teeth as she screamed more and stumbled back. She was finally over the gaping hole that would become her fiery tomb, I clenched the handle of the sword this time, pulling it back to chop off arms, then her legs and maybe her head if I wanted to be nice, as I went in for the kill, the anger burning. An arrow flew from the trees. Piercing her skull like a melon, her eyes went crooked, she fell back down into the pit, bashing against the broken wood and metal on her way down. I hoped she was still alive when she burned, she crashed on the floor, hot embers and flames penetrating her entire body. She cooked. I stared with less satisfaction then expected as I watched her turn to ash. She deserved no less.
The building began to shake again, creaking braking. I jolted, leaping from the building as it exploded in a frenzy of fire and blood that lit up the sky like a beautiful disaster, and impact sent me flying across the fields. The timber, in moments turned to ashes bringing the rock and metal down in pure fury. Bricks slipping out of place and crashing down, metal bending and colliding with rock, each building block becoming nothing but dust. The Knights of the White Stallion were no more, and I could live another day.
I gathered myself in a bush a couple yards from the house, it was over Mazoga was dead and the Knights were finished. But as I stared back at the house, there they were again, the Imposter assassins, the golden sword sat next to me, I had to finish this off. I quickly grabbed the blade in the one hand I had left, lunging for the assassins, as I came out of the darkness ready to drive the blade through them, one of them span around in an instant she knocked the sword from my hand.
"Do not worry, were are the true Children of Sithis." She said in a calm, powerful voice.
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Post by DEATH97 on Oct 12, 2006 4:59:21 GMT -5
Sweet big update, I'm reading it now.
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Post by DEATH97 on Oct 12, 2006 5:15:26 GMT -5
Its good. Mazoga had a run in with the DB in Marked too. Shes having a very bad time. like the story so far, but seems like alot of trouble to go through, when slipping poison into his drink would of been much more effective.
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