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Post by Abaddon on Dec 2, 2006 16:37:51 GMT -5
The Journey.
Maelin was tired and laid down on his cot. He thought how it would being an assassin would be a very gratifying experience.Not an experience he told himself, a way of life.
When Maelin woke up and read the note again. He wondered who Enkindu was. He decided not to worry about it. He packed up what little earthly possessions he had. He took the dagger, some potions and poisons he had made for the journey. He also took a sleeping bag. When he was finally packed he picked up a machete from his parents room. He started his journey into the unknown.
He chopped through vegetation and picked up plants on his way. When he finally made it to the coast, he was amazed at the sight of the sea and how blue it was. He hadn't been here before. He found the boat. He placed his traveling pack in the boat and climbed in. His stomach growled. He hoped there was food on the island. Many hours later, the sun was setting. He saw the island. He saw a figure in grey robes. He grabbed his possessions and jumped off the boat. He ran toward the figure. It was, infact a Khajit.
The Khajit never moved. He simply said cryptically "Welcome to hell. Population:you"
Maelin's eyes barely had time to widen before the Khajit knocked him out.
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Post by Raistlin on Dec 2, 2006 18:26:19 GMT -5
OH SHIT!!!
amazing writing, jjam.
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Post by Raistlin on Dec 2, 2006 18:38:41 GMT -5
oh, by the way, EXALT!!!
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Post by fallingfar on Dec 2, 2006 19:15:10 GMT -5
I'll exalt him too I just wish he didn't leave me wanting so much more
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Post by Abaddon on Dec 2, 2006 22:24:23 GMT -5
ZOMG Time skip.
Over the course of four years, Maelin learned to be a master assassin. He learned various skills ranging from combat to stealth arts to magic from various teachers.
Over the First year he was continually having his ass handed to him in combat. In magic he could barely conjure a spark in thin air. He missed the 3 foot target in marksmanship.
Over the second year, he started to develop a second wind. He was an Amateur in swordplay, however he could sword fight with his left or right hand. He could conjure a fireball. However. He couldn't throw it very far. He could Halfway to the bullseye in markmanship.
In the third year, Languages and armor were introduced into the routine.He could handle himself in swordplay with either hand. He could maneuver a fireball like a ball. He could hit the bullseye in marksmanship be it arrows, knives, or shurikan.
By the end of the fourth year. He was at the level of his combat instructor, if not surpassing him. He had mastered nearly all types of magic known to him. He could any hit target with any weapon blindfolded.
On the Day of his Graduation, He was given one gift from each of his teachers, and four from them all.
From his Combat instructor he received a sword named Pandemonium
His Magic instructor taught the ability to control the wind.
From his marksmanship instructor he got a dozen shurikan and A dozen throwing knives,
From his languages teacher, the awakening of His Beast tongue ability.
They all gave him the official insignia Of The Dark Brotherhood. A large circle {Changed the lore a bit here}with almost two line outside almost touching { Think Blade's tatoo}
Tatoo on his arm was a row of coded locations of all of the Dark Brotherhood sanctuaries throughout Tamriel.
A dagger for his retribution aptly named Penance.
Finally he recieved names and locations of the nords who killed his family.
Maelin bowed and walked toward the exit of the dojo.
His combat instructor, the Khajit said "Wait Maelin there is one final test."
Maelin turned around smiling. He was ready for anything.
"You must... Kill us."
Maelin's eyes widened. These people were his masters, his teachers, His family
He had a sudden recollection of his family's fate. His sister, His parents. The blood soaked boots
If he killed these people, He was as bad as them.
"No!" He shouted a the top his lungs. He collapsed to his knees as tears dripped down his cheeks. "I won't" his tears were absorbed into wooden floor, leaving brown stains.
The Khajit, named Ruvarre stood over him. He held a spear in one hand.
"Maelin, you must understand, if you fail to kill us, we have failed as mentors to you. I hoped it would not come to this"
He raised the spear up above his head, Then thrust towardMaelin's head.
PS: David i changed it a little. He isn't as powerful anymore, no more explosions. He'll get his ass kicked on a number of occasions. "Evil Grin"
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Post by fallingfar on Dec 2, 2006 22:54:31 GMT -5
I like it, but I have to say its not as good as your last it is too rushed adnt eh character became much too strong for what he was that he seems over powered
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Post by Abaddon on Dec 4, 2006 20:34:38 GMT -5
^ UPDATeD
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Post by Raistlin on Dec 7, 2006 15:46:00 GMT -5
THIS WAS SO GOOD! I LOVE YOUR WRITING, JJAM
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Post by Abaddon on Dec 7, 2006 18:43:59 GMT -5
To Ruvarre the spear was moving quickly, however to Maelin time slowed to a crawl. He instinctively rolled away, missing the spearhead by inches.
Over the course of his training, he saw a darker side of himself, one could care less of the consequences,one who acted purely on his instinct. This was his dark half.
His dark half surfaced between getting up and drawing Pandemonium.Pandemonium raised and brow furrowed, he charged at Ruvarre.
Ruvarre smirked and swung his spear into Maelin's ankles. Maelin stumbled and tripped. He hit the ground, sword clattered on the ground. He jumped to his feet, then ducked as the spear swung over his head. He concentrated on the sword as it levitated and stood ready to strike.
Using hand motions, Maelin controlled the blade. Ruvarre blocked left and right rapidly blocking, all assaults.
Maelin dropped his concentration and Pandemonium again dropped to the floor.
Maelin murmered a few words and fireball blossomed in his left fingertips. In his right palm a ball of wind formed. Bringing his hands together in a clap the fireball and windball combined, creating a storm of fire shooting form Maelin's hands.
The fireball quickly enveloped the Khajit, there was a smell of burnt fur and Ruvarre was gone.
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Post by Raistlin on Dec 7, 2006 19:10:27 GMT -5
XD at the burnt fur, Bummer at the loss of his masters, ZOMG at your amazing writing
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Post by Abaddon on Dec 7, 2006 21:20:48 GMT -5
His armor teacher, a thick imperial with a sinewy frame stood up. He was wielding a huge two-handed sword known as a Zanbato.
He stood ready. Maelin animated Pandemonium into his hand, he drew Penance and muttered "Reyun Zui Zen." Penance lengthened to the same length as Pandemonium.
The Imperial swung his huge sword downward toward Maelin like he was chopping wood. A huge wave of earth was shot like a bullet toward Maelin. Maelin cartwheeled out of the way. He ran toward the Imperial, both swords raised. The Imperial dislodged the sword and swung right at Maelin's head. He jumped up.
The Imperial looked around, looking for his quarry. "Over here!" Maelin shouted. The Imperial looked up at Maelin perched on the sword. He ran down it and severed his teacher's head.
He flipped backwards and yelled "Who's next?"
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Post by me on Dec 8, 2006 1:09:14 GMT -5
Maelins kicking ass
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Post by Abaddon on Dec 9, 2006 0:17:44 GMT -5
His magic teacher rose and grabbed her weapon of choice, A staff with a pointed knive on the tip. She was a breton, nice eyes.
She shot a fireball from her fingertips. Maelin put away his swords and picked up the now unoccupied Zanbato. He picked it up and threw it. His teacher raised a pointing finger at the blade and it turned around, flying back at its thrower. Maelin focused on it and it flipped backward again.
"Enough of this game." She said as she formed a fist.
A chunk from the gorund levitated off the ground and circled around her knuckles, forming a fist of earth. She punched the blade, which promptly disengrated into shards at her feet.
Maelin levitated the shards up and sent them flying at her like a wall of daggers. She snapped her fingers and the shards exploded, forming a smoke screen. Maelin looked around. She caught him in the nose with a left hook. Maelin was sent flying and landed on the ground for the second time in less than an hour. She walked over to him. He stood up and got a kick in the ribs, taking him down again. His eyes watered.
"You will fail Maelin, that family is better off dead than with you."
Before Maelin thought of it his left hand was raised, hitting her with an uppercut. She staggered back a few feet. He stood up, and without hesitation through a dozen kunai at her. She held a hand up and the knives hung in the air uselessly. She smirked. Maelin smiled and snapped his fingers, the last thing he saw were those eyes. Eyes showing disbelief. When the smoke cleared, there was charred lines on the floor.
Maelin reached for a magicka restore potion and chugged it. He wiped his lips with his sleeve and turned around. "It is almost over, he told himself.
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Post by me on Dec 9, 2006 0:43:33 GMT -5
Thats all I can say
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Post by Raistlin on Dec 9, 2006 19:14:51 GMT -5
This is amazing. I love it.
What does Abbadon mean?
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