A notice to a lizard
Posted: Fri Aug 06, 2004 12:40 pm
Sitting within the tavern of trollsbane a man sits drinking some of Tialdins best, bottle in hand and a smile upon his lips the man converses with another about matters which would make even the most cold hearted laugh.
Fire burning and troubles forgotten it is truely a beautifull night, as the bard Cliu was about to begin his next song the tavern doors open and another man enters, unnoticed by the crowd the figure approaches the table where the two men sit and places a small note on the table before one of the men, as the man picks up the note, the figure who brought it had allready departed into the storm outside.
Reading through the note, the features of the man darken and he stands.
' Im sorry my friend, i have to depart, '
With these words the man pulls his cloak about himself and walks out to the raging storm outside. the man travels through the south gate with much upon his mind.
Konstantin dead..... Old friend.....
Many arguements... But still a friend.....
That i maybe could forgive.. But...
Irania.. poor child.. Confused...
Family....
Behind the man, walking with the lack of sound that only the undead could ever hope to achieve a skeletal form advanced upon the man, spinning on his heel the man's cloak flys open as he pulls forth a blade which bursts into flame. Blade meets blade, the two figures one an evil abomination held together through dark magics conjured in a age long past the other a cloaked man match strength, seconds pass and the cloaked figure grunts and pushes the skeletal form back, off balance the skeleton falls backwards on its ungracefull footing, before the skeleton hits the floor the figure jumps forward and shatters the beats skull with a swing of his sword.
' Damn beasts '
Turning upon himself the man heads back to the town, decided on his course of actions he pulls forth a quill and beins to write a message upon the town wall.
Shukk
Your continued hunting of the man known as Konstantin has made you a new enemy, it seems you can not leave the past in the past where it belongs, and so temple guard, i suggest you watch your back, because surely i shall be.
~Unsigned~
Walking away from the townwall, the figure writes a few smaller notes which he posts about the town, after this task is accomplished he makes his way back to the welcoming fire in the tavern.
Fire burning and troubles forgotten it is truely a beautifull night, as the bard Cliu was about to begin his next song the tavern doors open and another man enters, unnoticed by the crowd the figure approaches the table where the two men sit and places a small note on the table before one of the men, as the man picks up the note, the figure who brought it had allready departed into the storm outside.
Reading through the note, the features of the man darken and he stands.
' Im sorry my friend, i have to depart, '
With these words the man pulls his cloak about himself and walks out to the raging storm outside. the man travels through the south gate with much upon his mind.
Konstantin dead..... Old friend.....
Many arguements... But still a friend.....
That i maybe could forgive.. But...
Irania.. poor child.. Confused...
Family....
Behind the man, walking with the lack of sound that only the undead could ever hope to achieve a skeletal form advanced upon the man, spinning on his heel the man's cloak flys open as he pulls forth a blade which bursts into flame. Blade meets blade, the two figures one an evil abomination held together through dark magics conjured in a age long past the other a cloaked man match strength, seconds pass and the cloaked figure grunts and pushes the skeletal form back, off balance the skeleton falls backwards on its ungracefull footing, before the skeleton hits the floor the figure jumps forward and shatters the beats skull with a swing of his sword.
' Damn beasts '
Turning upon himself the man heads back to the town, decided on his course of actions he pulls forth a quill and beins to write a message upon the town wall.
Shukk
Your continued hunting of the man known as Konstantin has made you a new enemy, it seems you can not leave the past in the past where it belongs, and so temple guard, i suggest you watch your back, because surely i shall be.
~Unsigned~
Walking away from the townwall, the figure writes a few smaller notes which he posts about the town, after this task is accomplished he makes his way back to the welcoming fire in the tavern.