Post by Neko on May 16, 2014 9:40:49 GMT -5
::It was a normal day on the roads leading to and from Wistvale. On one of these roads can be found a weary merchant traveling in a cart with his goods in tow. To either side ride guards that he had hired for this journey, out of fear of bandits.
As they continued down the road, they came across someone crouched in the path, preventing their continued movement forward. The man appeared to be a beggar. Dressed in rags with lanky dirty hair and long lean limbs. His position has his back to the group, so they halt and one of the guards rides forward to address him.::
"You! Vagrant!
Please move to the side of the road so that we may pass!"
::No response comes from the man in the road, so the guard dismounts and draws his shortsword as he approaches the man.::
"SIR! Please clear the road!"
"It...hungers..."
"What?"
::The guard places a hand on the mans hunched shoulder and tries to pull him to turn around. The merchant and the second guard watch as the first guards face turns to one of fear. The hunched man spins and it is revealed to have a black longsword in one hand. Veins of black trail up the arm holding the weapon, and his eyes are the color of night. In a flash the blade cuts deep into the first guard, who stumbles and falls to the ground.
As he does, they watch as the vagrant's arms and legs buldge and shift as muscle mass is added to the light frame. The horses rear at the smell of blood and the second guard is thrown to the ground as the vagrant rises and advances on him.::
"It...HUNGERS!!"
::The guard scrambles to his feet as the vagrant approaches. The guard rushes in to grapple with the man, trying to keep the Sword away from himself as he hopes for an opening to to draw his own.
The merchant cowers in fear in the seat of the wagon, unable to advance due now to the body in the road.
In the struggle the guard grabs the swordarm of his opponent and twists and wrenches the weapon free and into his own hand. In an instant the vagrants eyes turn clear once more as a look of relief covers his face and his body shrinks a bit to his former size.
That relief is quickly replaced by fear as his own blade is turned against him and he is cut down where he stands.
The merchant relaxes at seeing the bandit cu down and turns to face the remaining guard.::
"Thank the GODS you were able to stop him!"
::The guard, now with the dark sword looks up to the merchant with eyes as black as night, and the Merchant loses control of his bladder.::
"It...hungers!"
::The guard strides towards the merchant and drives the blade through the man's throat with a strong, powerful thrust.
Once the man is dead, the guard turns and begins to walk back along the road in the direction the cart had come from.::
((Open adventure...perhaps you come along the guard...or the remains of the massacre he left in his wake.))
As they continued down the road, they came across someone crouched in the path, preventing their continued movement forward. The man appeared to be a beggar. Dressed in rags with lanky dirty hair and long lean limbs. His position has his back to the group, so they halt and one of the guards rides forward to address him.::
"You! Vagrant!
Please move to the side of the road so that we may pass!"
::No response comes from the man in the road, so the guard dismounts and draws his shortsword as he approaches the man.::
"SIR! Please clear the road!"
"It...hungers..."
"What?"
::The guard places a hand on the mans hunched shoulder and tries to pull him to turn around. The merchant and the second guard watch as the first guards face turns to one of fear. The hunched man spins and it is revealed to have a black longsword in one hand. Veins of black trail up the arm holding the weapon, and his eyes are the color of night. In a flash the blade cuts deep into the first guard, who stumbles and falls to the ground.
As he does, they watch as the vagrant's arms and legs buldge and shift as muscle mass is added to the light frame. The horses rear at the smell of blood and the second guard is thrown to the ground as the vagrant rises and advances on him.::
"It...HUNGERS!!"
::The guard scrambles to his feet as the vagrant approaches. The guard rushes in to grapple with the man, trying to keep the Sword away from himself as he hopes for an opening to to draw his own.
The merchant cowers in fear in the seat of the wagon, unable to advance due now to the body in the road.
In the struggle the guard grabs the swordarm of his opponent and twists and wrenches the weapon free and into his own hand. In an instant the vagrants eyes turn clear once more as a look of relief covers his face and his body shrinks a bit to his former size.
That relief is quickly replaced by fear as his own blade is turned against him and he is cut down where he stands.
The merchant relaxes at seeing the bandit cu down and turns to face the remaining guard.::
"Thank the GODS you were able to stop him!"
::The guard, now with the dark sword looks up to the merchant with eyes as black as night, and the Merchant loses control of his bladder.::
"It...hungers!"
::The guard strides towards the merchant and drives the blade through the man's throat with a strong, powerful thrust.
Once the man is dead, the guard turns and begins to walk back along the road in the direction the cart had come from.::
((Open adventure...perhaps you come along the guard...or the remains of the massacre he left in his wake.))