20 Jun 2006 at 00:52 - 294
He looked at me over the table, squinting his grey eyes in speculation, a rusty tankard of dwarven ale clenched in his huge fist.
“FCtSteveO, is my name, many know me as a quiet traveler around these parts, but to you I am offering the deal of a lifetime…”
“And what would that be?” I replied.
He ignored my question, “What’s your name? Warrior?” he responded.
“Ravenglass, of Tyria, of the order of the Dream of Eagles”
He smiled, showing a set of full white teeth, I was surprised a man of his grooming would have such good dental care.
He continued “You see the man over there, at the bar” he motioned his head towards him.
“I want him dead, and for this I will pay…”
I looked over and saw a tall man, he looked like a Canthan ranger, his longbow was strung over his shoulder, and his quiver of poisoned arrows lay infront of him. He too held a tankard of Dwarven Ale.
“I’m no mercenary or sword for hire, why would you think I would do this for you?” I said.
“For 360 Platinum and a chest full of bounty?, Are you still not interested?” he questioned.
“What has this man done to you that is worth that much, and why not perform the foul deed yourself?” I asked.
“He has wronged me, as he will wrong others, and the deed will not be any fouler than if he is allowed to live. And I would kill him myself if I was able, but I am to leave these parts never to return, I am already a marked man and can’t take the burden of anyone following me where I am going.” He said this and took a large gulp of Ale, it dripped off of his beard, onto the table.
“Hmmmphhh” I said, and sat back in my chair, pondering what to do. I looked over at the Ranger, and as I did so he turned and our eyes met. I could see the necro in his eyes, and he grinned a foul grin, showing me his sharp teeth.
Suddenly he lunged at me, his fingers outspread in a classic necromancer death stance, I felt the power of his spell wash over me and felt unexpectedly fatigued. I stood as quick as I could and withdrew my sword, but I was too slow, the Ranger had grabbed his bow and was beginning to fire a barrage of arrows at me. I kicked out with my feet, finding leverage on the table and flew backwards beneath the arrows.
I landed on my back as I saw the arrows hit the wall behind me, the green gas flowing from them poisoning the air. Expecting another attack from the deadly missiles I pushed myself onto my feet, healing myself with my signet.
I pulled my longsword above my head and came crashing down on my attacker with its heavy hilt. He buckled below its weight, and as I felt his feet give way, I turned and slashed at his calf. Blood poured out across the oak floor, as he fell to his knees in a scream of agony. I readied myself to make a final attack plunging my sword into his back and through his demon heart, but as I did so he turned his head, and muttered a connotation.
I clutched my head in vigorous pain, I could see nothing, and all I could hear was my own heart pounding in my head, luckily it lasted mere seconds, and as I became focused once again, I found him still kneeling where I left him, his last attack was one of desperation and had left him drained of energy. I lifted my blade and plunged it into his back, it came out through his chest in a bone crunching explosion. He slumped forward, releasing a final gasp of air, I put my foot on his back, to help lever my sword from his carcass, and then cleaned it on his cloth armor. I turned to see FCtSteveO, to see what he thought of this affair, but he had left.
On the table where we had just sat, was a leather bag, and a key to a chest.