Post by nolan on Oct 3, 2011 21:16:14 GMT -5
Ive been overloading with muse, though not exactly werewolf muse, so i decided to make a story. You guys can feel free to make comments as I write it. Each post I intend to be a chapter and it will have W.I.P. in the beginning in place of the chapter name until I'm done with it. By the way, I'm not sure what to call it, so i just went with the assassins fall for now
"You there!" a voice called. Arti, with her sword pointed at a man's throat, twirled away from the man, who ran and dropped her coin purse as he ran, blood slightly dripping from his chin. She glared at the man who interrupted her, it was more surprise that drove her action then anything else. No one had talked to her since she arrived a few days ago, the town of Lorsca wasn't quite hospitable to newcomers. A man, no more then two years older then herself, his crimson hair was a bit shaggy and his blue eyes were piercing. His shoulders broad and his waist thin, he was built like a warrior, probably how Arti would have been built as a man. He wore no armor, but he had a sword at his belt and had an air of authority. Arti sneered inwardly at him. She was wearing the guise of a free lance, and she didn't have any authority in this town. That is, until she got a job from the Duke.
"You are not to harm the people of Lorsca, dear free lance, and so you now have a choice. For disturbing the peace you have two options, you can leave Lorsca or you can join under the Lorscan guard. Don't say I'm being harsh, you've done this more then once," he said, nearly condemning Arti to a horrible time here in Lorsca. Quite a few other men surrounded her, all with swords drawn and ready. She couldn't leave, she had been ordered not to, and if she did, she would be in trouble with her Master. So she had only the one option.
"Alright then, I'll join the guard, what do I have to do," Arti said through gritted teeth. She had been to impulsive in this town, and now she was put in a horrible situation. The the man nodded.
"Dage! Come! He will lead you to your room in the guard house, you are to wait there till I return to you." He turned on his heal and walked into the Duke's castle. Another man stepped forward, Dage, Arti guessed. He had a hating look on his face but said not a word. Instead he walked off, and Arti followed. When he finally stopped, they were inside a small building in front of a door, the number on the door was 7. Dage pushed the door open and waved Arti in, and with a final dark glance, he closed the door behind her.
A simple room, a cot, a table, two chairs, and a dresser. No finesse, just simple this and that. Something Arti wasn't accustomed to. She sat on the bed with a huff, sure she had gotten herself into this, but she still blamed the guard. She waited and waited, and in what seemed like forever, the guard finally returned. He held arms and armor in his arms and spread them across the meager table. Arti thought that it might just collapse with all the weight.
"Here is your uniform, and your weapons, you are not to wear that fancy armor of yours. Remove it now," he said, blunt as a rusted nail. So, Arti did as he said. She pulled her helm off her head and placed it on the floor. Her onyx hair gleamed bright against her marble white skin. A girl of extremes was she, with her piercing green eyes, almost delicate hands, but each had the power to silence breath. It was obvious the man hadn't expected her to be a girl, since his eyes grew a bit wider and his lips parted from their strict line. Arti gave him a small smile and removed the rest of her armor. She loathed to give it up, they had been her trademark back home, but she had to remove them.
"Meet me in the back courtyard when you are ready, then we will test your strength and swordsmanship." The guard said, trying to recover from shock. So he left, and Arti pulled on the simple steel armor. The weapons he had given her were nothing like her own in quality, but similar in shape. They included a two-handed sword, long and short swords, a dagger, and a bow with a quiver of arrows. They disappointed her, but she sheathed them and walked out to the courtyard.
There stood the man, armed in steel, with red lining. He had a mark that looked like a wolf's bloody paw print on the breastplate.
"Now that you're properly armed, I'd like to know your fighting style. First, though, as captain of the gaurd I must learn your name." His voice was stern and commanding, someone who was use to giving orders. Someone Arti would have been payed to kill had anyone known of this man. She cast any thought of that life away though, she was Arti now, no one else but Arti.
"I am Arti, daughter of none." She said coolly. In the land of Ralai, to not know your father was like having no name at all. Arti, in any shape or form, did not know her father. She expected a smirk to appear on the Captain's ace but no, instead he replied.
"I am Kilsu, son of none. You are to call me Sir, Kilsu is to formal. Now draw your sword, and we will spar and see how you fight." A grin spread across both of their faces as Arti drew her two-handed sword. Arti had strength beyond any man, woman, or creature alive, so she loved to use weapons that showed of her strength. Despite the strength, she wasn't the best swordsman, far from the worst though. She was as good as a knight, but no more no less, nothing else was expected from her.
So they sparred. Kilsu had the upper hand, having drawn his long sword and dawning a shield, but Arti's strength could hold her own. When ever she threw a crushing blow, Kilsu's swift left arm caught the blade, and it crashed into the shield. It aggravated Arti but it made her work harder. More then once she had gotten close, but Kilsu's speed was just too much. After hours had past, and morning had dwindled away, they took a break for food.
"You are a great warrior, Arti, but your swordsmanship isn't ideal. Every man, er, person in the Lorscan Guard is a top notch swordsman. Your strength is what keeps you alive. You need to work on your swords though, or you won't prosper. Now, finish lunch and we will continue with what needs to be done." Arti had ignored a good part of the lecture, she knew she needed to work on swordplay, but she had easily lived without it. Why wield a weapon when your bare hands are right there, ready to attack.
When the day had passed....... ((stop))
W.I.P.
"You there!" a voice called. Arti, with her sword pointed at a man's throat, twirled away from the man, who ran and dropped her coin purse as he ran, blood slightly dripping from his chin. She glared at the man who interrupted her, it was more surprise that drove her action then anything else. No one had talked to her since she arrived a few days ago, the town of Lorsca wasn't quite hospitable to newcomers. A man, no more then two years older then herself, his crimson hair was a bit shaggy and his blue eyes were piercing. His shoulders broad and his waist thin, he was built like a warrior, probably how Arti would have been built as a man. He wore no armor, but he had a sword at his belt and had an air of authority. Arti sneered inwardly at him. She was wearing the guise of a free lance, and she didn't have any authority in this town. That is, until she got a job from the Duke.
"You are not to harm the people of Lorsca, dear free lance, and so you now have a choice. For disturbing the peace you have two options, you can leave Lorsca or you can join under the Lorscan guard. Don't say I'm being harsh, you've done this more then once," he said, nearly condemning Arti to a horrible time here in Lorsca. Quite a few other men surrounded her, all with swords drawn and ready. She couldn't leave, she had been ordered not to, and if she did, she would be in trouble with her Master. So she had only the one option.
"Alright then, I'll join the guard, what do I have to do," Arti said through gritted teeth. She had been to impulsive in this town, and now she was put in a horrible situation. The the man nodded.
"Dage! Come! He will lead you to your room in the guard house, you are to wait there till I return to you." He turned on his heal and walked into the Duke's castle. Another man stepped forward, Dage, Arti guessed. He had a hating look on his face but said not a word. Instead he walked off, and Arti followed. When he finally stopped, they were inside a small building in front of a door, the number on the door was 7. Dage pushed the door open and waved Arti in, and with a final dark glance, he closed the door behind her.
A simple room, a cot, a table, two chairs, and a dresser. No finesse, just simple this and that. Something Arti wasn't accustomed to. She sat on the bed with a huff, sure she had gotten herself into this, but she still blamed the guard. She waited and waited, and in what seemed like forever, the guard finally returned. He held arms and armor in his arms and spread them across the meager table. Arti thought that it might just collapse with all the weight.
"Here is your uniform, and your weapons, you are not to wear that fancy armor of yours. Remove it now," he said, blunt as a rusted nail. So, Arti did as he said. She pulled her helm off her head and placed it on the floor. Her onyx hair gleamed bright against her marble white skin. A girl of extremes was she, with her piercing green eyes, almost delicate hands, but each had the power to silence breath. It was obvious the man hadn't expected her to be a girl, since his eyes grew a bit wider and his lips parted from their strict line. Arti gave him a small smile and removed the rest of her armor. She loathed to give it up, they had been her trademark back home, but she had to remove them.
"Meet me in the back courtyard when you are ready, then we will test your strength and swordsmanship." The guard said, trying to recover from shock. So he left, and Arti pulled on the simple steel armor. The weapons he had given her were nothing like her own in quality, but similar in shape. They included a two-handed sword, long and short swords, a dagger, and a bow with a quiver of arrows. They disappointed her, but she sheathed them and walked out to the courtyard.
There stood the man, armed in steel, with red lining. He had a mark that looked like a wolf's bloody paw print on the breastplate.
"Now that you're properly armed, I'd like to know your fighting style. First, though, as captain of the gaurd I must learn your name." His voice was stern and commanding, someone who was use to giving orders. Someone Arti would have been payed to kill had anyone known of this man. She cast any thought of that life away though, she was Arti now, no one else but Arti.
"I am Arti, daughter of none." She said coolly. In the land of Ralai, to not know your father was like having no name at all. Arti, in any shape or form, did not know her father. She expected a smirk to appear on the Captain's ace but no, instead he replied.
"I am Kilsu, son of none. You are to call me Sir, Kilsu is to formal. Now draw your sword, and we will spar and see how you fight." A grin spread across both of their faces as Arti drew her two-handed sword. Arti had strength beyond any man, woman, or creature alive, so she loved to use weapons that showed of her strength. Despite the strength, she wasn't the best swordsman, far from the worst though. She was as good as a knight, but no more no less, nothing else was expected from her.
So they sparred. Kilsu had the upper hand, having drawn his long sword and dawning a shield, but Arti's strength could hold her own. When ever she threw a crushing blow, Kilsu's swift left arm caught the blade, and it crashed into the shield. It aggravated Arti but it made her work harder. More then once she had gotten close, but Kilsu's speed was just too much. After hours had past, and morning had dwindled away, they took a break for food.
"You are a great warrior, Arti, but your swordsmanship isn't ideal. Every man, er, person in the Lorscan Guard is a top notch swordsman. Your strength is what keeps you alive. You need to work on your swords though, or you won't prosper. Now, finish lunch and we will continue with what needs to be done." Arti had ignored a good part of the lecture, she knew she needed to work on swordplay, but she had easily lived without it. Why wield a weapon when your bare hands are right there, ready to attack.
When the day had passed....... ((stop))