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Post by Red on Oct 26, 2004 19:14:36 GMT -5
Devante rode easily. Because his village had had such close ties with Rohan riding was natural and large part of his life. He spoke in his gruff voice. "I used to live in a vilage near Rohan. I was raised to avenge the death of my older brother, but the people came back and killed my father as well. So I'm looking for whoever did it, or who was behind it to kill them. It's slow going, not many have heard of my village and less still knew of the attacks." He stared staight ahead as he rode. "I geuss I'm just doing what I rasied to do. And you?"
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Post by Nightshine on Oct 26, 2004 19:43:04 GMT -5
Vyrax shrugged and began speaking, mixing truth with nontruths. "I was a soldier in Gondor for a time. I grew up there. I suffered a mighty wound in battle, and sometime after I recovered, I left Gondor and came out here. I stayed, for it is more peaceful out here, and was asked to become something almost of a sherriff, so I agreed." As they walked, Vyrax noticed the tracks on the ground joined by several others at times, and then continued on alone at others. He does indeed have men, he thought to himself.
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Post by Red on Oct 26, 2004 19:52:20 GMT -5
Devante made a sound to let the man know he had heard, but other than that didn't say anything else. He just didn't talk much. He was partly wistful, like maybe if he didn't talk his voice would suddenly change to one of a bards and he could sing like he had always wanted. Plus, he didn't like to fill the air with useless chatter.
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Post by Nightshine on Oct 26, 2004 19:58:24 GMT -5
That night they made a camp, and Vyrax hunted down a deer for the both of them. They both sat around a small fire, eating and not saying much. "Well, I believe that I shall turn in for the night. We shall continue on the morrow." Vyrax said. He walked over to his horse and took his sword from his belt, strapping it to his saddle and hiding it under a saddlebag. He lay down under a few blankets near the fire. "Good night to you," he said, and closed his eyes.
((I'm gonna speed this up next post, so that they find the elf person))
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Post by Red on Oct 26, 2004 20:01:32 GMT -5
((kk))
Devante nodded, and settled with his back against a tree, hugging his sword in the crook of his arm. He closed his eyes and settled into a light sleep, his hair draped over his shoulder and falling into his lap.
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Post by Nightshine on Oct 26, 2004 20:14:09 GMT -5
The two travelers continued on early the next morning, refreshed from the night's sleep. They traveled for a few more days, almost a week, when Vyrax noticed the tracks on the ground were no more than a day old. "We're getting closer," he said to Devante, and they quickened their pace. The next day, Vyrax spotted the elf and his company up ahead, and galloped up to meet them. "Aerun!" he yelled, and the elf turned, shock registering on his face as he realized who it was. Vyrax dismounted from the horse and stood in front of them, as Devante came up after him. Vyrax smiled. "This is not the first time I have been pointed to you for information, Aerun. Talk peacefully... and it won't have to be the last."
But Aerun would have none of it. "Get him! Kill him! The man who does will be a rich man, I swear to you! And get his friend too!" he yelled to his men, who quickly obliged. Drawing their weapons, they charged at the two men. Vyrax was finally forced to draw his sword, and he smiled at Devante. "Let's see what you can do, shall we?" he said with a smirk, and ran at them.
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Post by Red on Oct 26, 2004 20:25:18 GMT -5
Devante urged his horse into a gallop, and drew his sword. Elynor's eyes rolled back, she went into battle mode pretty much. She prepared to rear back and strike out if anyone got close. Devante stayed rock solid in the saddle, his sword pointing and towards the ground in one hand, and he had pulled his dagger his his boot from the other, letting go of the reins, his long hair flowing behind him. An elf slashed at him, and he blocked easily with the sword. He leaned hard towards the elf, and his horse veered towards the elf, biting and kicking at him.
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Post by Nightshine on Oct 26, 2004 20:43:57 GMT -5
Vyrax was in amongst them, fighting ferociously. He whirled and gave a hearty two-handed swing, cutting down one elf. Then he turned and punched an elf in the face with his mailed hand, sending him flying backwards. Then Vyrax leaped on top of him, sword first, and stabbed him through the chest. The whole time, he had his sinister and evil smile on his face, his facade let down as they had reached his goal. Soon he wouldn't need Devante anymore anyway. He parried a blow from another elf and ran him through. Then he bolted after Aerun, who had been standing back from the battle, leaving Devante to deal with the few that were left.
Aerun tried to run, but Vyrax caught him and punched him in the stomach viciously, causing him to drop his weapon. Then he slammed him up against a tree. "Maybe you should have just stayed with your clan when you had the chance, Aerun," he snarled. "Now talk." Aerun shook his head.
"Talk about what? I don't have any information for you... I gave it all to you last time." Vyrax pushed him even harder into the tree, driving the breath from him. Aerun held his hands up in defense. "I swear!" he said. Then he froze as a realization hit him. "Wait, who told you? What did he look like?" Vyrax described him, and Aerun sighed. "That snitch probably wanted to save his own skin, cause he told me that he didn't know anything either. He planned on getting paid and then getting out of there. Hehe, what a surprise it must've been when he found out it was you." Vyrax let him go and Aerun slumped to the ground, feeling his throat.
As he looked up, Vyrax smiled at him. "Yes. But, like I told him before I killed him... that's not what I wanted to hear." He raised his sowrd to Aerun's dismay, ready to deliver a final blow.
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Post by Red on Oct 26, 2004 20:57:46 GMT -5
Elynor delivered a bone crunching kick to the elf, but Devante turned her before she trampled him. He used his dagger to stop one parry of an elf, and knocked him out with his sword handle in one sweeping blow. Elynor suddenly kicked back, and caught another elf. He went flying into a tree and lay limp. Devante charged his large mare up by Vyrax. He saw him about to kill the elf and charged his horse dangerously close. She could eaily give him a bone crushing kick. "Stop! You don't need to kill him."
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Post by Nightshine on Oct 26, 2004 21:08:58 GMT -5
Vyrax looked up and smiled. "Of course I don't need to. But I'm going to anyway. If you have a problem with it, I suggest you take it up with me afterwards." A fierce glint was in his eye. Aerun took the sudden pause to break for it and run. Vyrax whirled around, pulling the knife from the back of his belt, and flung it. It buried itself in Aerun's back and he fell. Vyrax then leapt out of the way of Elynor's hooves, standing calmly to the side with his sword at his side in one hand. He smiled up at Devante. "See, that didn't take long at all?" Any trace of good or friendliness was now gone from him.
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Post by Red on Oct 26, 2004 21:19:27 GMT -5
Devante's black eyes held a flame rarely seen in him. He bowed his head and said, "If you insist. And if you want to know, I took my three alive. If you try, you'll find it's infinitly harder to do so, and takes much more skill. And as of now, I'm outta here." He knew his barely concealed insults oculd eaily get him killed, but he kicked his horse into a trot, as fast as he could go in a forest. He went a ways, thinking about what to do now. That man wasn't his concern, avening his brother and father was. If he did that he could finally rest in peace.
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Post by Nightshine on Oct 26, 2004 21:29:23 GMT -5
Vyrax stared after Devante, considering going after him. But he walked over to Aerun and pulled the dagger from him, sheathing it once more. He was once again out of leads, and didn't know where else to go. Then another idea formed in his mind. It was a slim to none chance that he would find out anything, but he didn't have anywhere else to go. "You're never going to avenge your family if you keep going that way!" he called after Devante. "Why aren't you searching in Rohan for their killers? Unless you are scared... Is that it? Are you running from your past, Devante?" But he received no answer. Smiling smugly, Vyrax turned and began walking towards the Gap of Rohan.
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Post by Wren on Oct 27, 2004 2:39:37 GMT -5
She had been there that night Vyrax had entered the inn. She had already put in a long day, serving food and drink in the crowded inn. Her light brown hair hung in ringlets from the humidity of the room, and the perspiration that was beading up. She tiredly wiped a bare arm across her forehead. Then she hurried to fill another order. She ignored the stranger since he didn’t seem to be in a hurry to order, and she had many other orders ahead of her.
Coming out of the kitchen with a tray laden with drinks, and food, she noticed that the stranger had moved over to her brother’s table. He was here every night, so the two of them could have dinner together. She was able to eat for free, since she worked here, and she snuck her brother his food for free as well. She had nagged, and nagged him to get a job. He said he would. He always promised he would to make her happy, but he never kept his promises. A couple of days ago, he had surprised her, telling her he had a chance to make some money, a lot of money he had bragged. But he refused to tell her what sort of job it was.
She didn’t really mind. She was just glad he would be working. It was difficult for her to provide for the two of them, as their parents were dead. She felt that as the oldest the least he could do was to provide an income of his own. She went to work on a cheerful note looking forward to some extra money for once.
She handed out the plates and cups as she curiously wondered what the stranger wanted with her brother. She wondered if it had anything to do with her brother’s new job. She was on her way back to the kitchen when a strangled cry rang out. She turned to look, and saw the stranger’s hand around her brother’s neck. She moved to go towards him, when the bartender put a ham on her slim arm. “Wait lass, that big man is too much for you, you’ll only get yourself hurt. That good for nothing brother probably got himself into some trouble.” The last was said under his breath, too low for Agrona to hear.
She tried to pull away, but the innkeeper’s grasp was too tight, and he put his arms around her waist to keep her from running to her brother’s aid. Before she could even scream, the stranger put an end to her brother’s life. The kindly innkeeper turned her away, and she buried her head into his chest and sobbed. He half carried her into the kitchen, and out of sight of the stranger.
When her sobs had finally sobbed, he said to her in calm, but understanding voice. “You must wait here my dear until the stranger leaves. I don’t want you getting hurt. If he finds out that you were the dead man’s sister, he may come after you too. In the morning we can go and see the shirriff and let justice be done. I need you to promise me that you wait in here out of site.”<br> With watery eyes, Agrona nodded her head. This would be good. This would give her time to think and formulate a plan. She perched on a stool, and sipped a drink the innkeeper had given her. From her corner in the kitchen she could look out into the main room. She watched as the stranger met with the large man, and then later as they both headed up the stairs for the night.
When she finally left the kitchen the body of her brother had already been taken to the Shiriff. She went to her own home, and began to pack her things. Then she tried to sleep. Sleep was long in coming and short in lasting. Most of the night was spent tossing and turning. A great wave of loneliness threatened to engulf her, and she was only sustained by her thoughts of revenge.
In the morning she hid in the shadow of the stable, and watched as the two men left together. She mounted her own small pony, and followed at a distance, staying out of site, but watching their tracks. That first night she wasn’t able to extract her revenge, because one was always one watch. The next day she witnessed another death by the hands of the stranger. She was some distance away and hidden in shadows, but she could still see the events that took place.
She thought it odd that the second man hadn’t taken part in any of the killing, only succeeding in defending himself. His own opponents were left alive. She thought this odd indeed for the accomplice of a cold –blooded killer. She was even more surprised when the two parted company, and the bigger man rode back the direction they had all come.
When the first man had ridden out of site, she stepped out of the shadows, and hailed the man as he rode up. “I need to ask you something.” She called out. “Do you know that man and are you in league with him. She withdrew her axe from where it had rested on her belt, and held it aggressively. That man killed my brother, and I will have my revenge.”<br>
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Post by Red on Oct 27, 2004 19:19:55 GMT -5
Devante stopped his horse, and listened to her speak. He sighed, feeling a sadness well up in him. Revenge was an awful buisness. While he hadn't known his brother he had often wondered what it might be like if he were still alive. But he had known his father, and the pain when after Devante had been taught to protect and destroy the killers to lose the one who had taught him..... He hated to see someone in a smilar position. He dismounted, and said in his deep voice, "I was in league up until he killed that elf. And no offense but you're awfully small to be taking him on. So get on the horse, and we'll find hom together, ok?" While she was trying to look dangerous he wasn't really fazed. He was bigger, stronger, and had more weapons to boot. Girls should stick to the lighter weapons where thier agility can be put the good use. Heavy weapons just put them at a disadvantage.
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Post by Wren on Oct 29, 2004 1:26:23 GMT -5
Somewhat sheepishly, she stuffed her axe back into its holder in her belt. She nodded at the big man’s suggestion, and kissed the air twice. Her own small pony obediently trotted out. I should stick with Marda here. Then I will not burden your horse, and Marda will not be left alone.” She looked at doubtfully at the larger horse, and deftly put a foot in the stirrup, and hopped onto the little pony’s back.
She let the man’s comment slide regarding her stature. She was used to this sort of thing and way people assumed certain things about her based on her looks. She continued on another vein. “I am grateful for your help. My brother was all I had left in this world. Now I am all alone. That man took everything that was important from me. Do you think it will take us long to catch him?” She asked as she guided her pony up beside the man.
“My name is Agrona” She added belatedly with a shy smile. She looked up the trail, but by now even the dust had settled. That man who had killed her brother deserved nothing more than death, and the sooner she had sunk her axe into him the better.
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