I decided to expand the challenge premises a little and the story just happened to pop out. There is a scene that contains Vial actions but not too bad, remember you have been warned. You can criticize the work how ever you like. Thanks. ***************
The bloody axe and a refreshment.
"It tried to eat my axe! I made a choice, that dragon would never again try anything like that, ever again. So I cave it to him! More than a few times to chew on. Unfortunately for me, the final hit went quite deep, so I had to use this other axe in the retrieval of the original. It's blood and guts were everywhere. But still, I will hold the opinion, that it was all it's own fault!
And once we had killed the shadow beggar, the area surrounding the valey was enlightened by the cursed light of the barn sun. Ah, there was a long walk was a head of us, and we were tired of all the fighting in the temple ruins, so we gave Markaan the lead. Markaan decided to take a look on his own, and let us take a breath. Soon after I heared a wolf howling. Tired, I moved closer with Keldorn. And I saw the monster, cutting the wolf with it's claws. Keldorn moved even closer to attack it, but I yelled. 'Don't attack, it's Markaan!' Keldorn stopped, wielding his sword, as if threating the beast, but then standing down as it shaped back into Markaan. Liking the blood from his hands, Markaan just stared them and continued for while until saying. 'It was a test'. With a crazed look in his eyes. This was almost too much for Keldorn, but I got him from storming against the mage, by redirecting his attention towards the already approaching new enemies. Trolls...
A tall, slender girl walked past us, wrinkling her nose in disgust but not sparing us a look, indeed the smell of troll blood was terrible. The city looked crowded and we were tired - the long march here had worn us out, even I, the hardiest among us had trouble standing straight. We looked like beaten adventurers and we were. Our tattered and bloody attire drew cautious glances from the town folks, especially mine- they steered clear of us as we walked down the alley, an effect I would decide to like.
We had business, shady, and indeed dangerous affairs, Markaan suggested that perhaps we should have gone to sleep, it was necessary for our survival. But even if we were in an advantageous state of exhaustion we had no cleric, so we wouldn't get a proper rest, so as we went to an inn, and I decided to stay in guard for the others, in the bar. I drank a good dwarven ale. My eyes began to see things in two's, and soon there were many more. They would try...
Fortunately for me, I had forgot to take my full plate mail off, and the robbers had goblin made weapons so they had no effect against the armor. I don't remember what happened, I must have fought for hours, as my head began to stand clear from the fogs of the dwarven ale while doing it. I hate when that happens! But I seemingly had no time to correct that fact as Markaan came down the stairs and we had to leave, fortunately at the time, I had already killed everyone in the bar, so there were no witnesses to our departure. In the end, I should have thanked the robbers of giving me a refreshment, a proper fight, but they were no one to say thanks to, so I just pissed on one of them.
By the way boy, the name is Korgan, Korgan Bloodaxe."
Edited by Jarno Mikkola, 12 November 2007 - 09:02 AM.
