The fight
Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2007 5:55 pm
In the northern mountains of Varshikar, a figure is seen running through the mountain trails. He leaps with agility from rock to rock. The figure wears only a loin cloth, and if one were to look close enough, they would realize it is a lizardman. But this lizardman is scarred with burns, causing most of his scales to have fallen and are unable to grow back. In the scaleless areas of his body there are countless scars. A shameful sight, a lizard whose lost his scales, and even his tail. But the lizard persists, he continues his run though he has clearly been running past his limit.
"How'd it have come to this..." He thinks to himself as he meets with a cliff. Quickly he leaps to a small ledge and jumps up grabbing the edge.
"I had used to be a cook..." He pulls himself up onto the cliff and continues his sprint.
"Things were so simple then..." An image of old friends had crossed his eyes. He shakes his head looking onto an oncoming rocky area, leaps onto a rock and continues to jump from rock to rock staying off the ground.
"When did the fight start..." He now sees a scene of a weak lizard laying on the ground in pain. A man stands in front of him fighting off an ogre.
"I had friends..." The lizards stops at a tree and begins to throw punches at it with already bloodied knuckles.
"The fight still hasnt stopped..." Another image appears, this time the lizard defends a man laying on the ground.
"Always with honor..." This image, the lizard and another man stand together, back to back, while they face surrounding undead.
"Some called me there brother..." The image ends with both of them charging there enemy. He shakes his head again, this time he meets an even bigger cliff. Quickly he places his foot onto the rock and begins his climb.
"But... some still do..." An image of an orc appears, they grab eachothers wrists and thrust there fist against there chest as they stare at eachother. The jagged placing of his foot leaves a cut, but he still pushes against it as hard to gain more distance up teh cliff.
"Though... I never lived happily... what have i to even fight for any longer..." An image of a lizard at his knees, underwater, at two graves. The holding gave out, but he grabbed onto another rock. A large cut was received when he lost his placing, but he still climbed.
"Always... through the sorrows... and through the nightmares..." This image, a lizard laid on the sand an arena. A demon with an axe inside his mouth falls stiff to the ground. The lizard gasped for air desperately as he held the 3 large wounds which fed the puddle of blood his was laying in.
"You know Salathe... heroes dont die..." A smiling man was looking down on him as he laid in agony.
"Salathe... if i had only but one wish... it would be to die by your side..." A different man. Laying on the bed with a cloth covering his eyes.
"You always fight Salathe... and you have never faltered in saving what you wish to protect..." A woman's hand stroked his cheek as he laid in bed, covered in bandages.
"We are both too old for this Salathe... but we still fight as our hearts are strong..." The two stood atop a building in the center of a town. The man smiled to the lizard as he kicked one of the many skeletons trying to climb atop the building.
"You always fight... and i dont mean against others" The elf pat the lizard on the shoulder as the lizard sat with his head down.
"You are Salathe Kankas, the warrior with the strongest heart, and of course the skills to match it." The cloaked man smiled under his hood as sheathed his daggers.
All of these words, from those who had honored him, they could have brought him to tears while thinking about it.
"I had thought them wrong... but..." With a large grunt the lizard pulls with all his strength and leaps up to the edge grabbing with one hand.
"I will always fight..." With one arm he begins to pull as hard as he can. His strength lets out and he falls just from reach from the ledge. He looks down a moment, then he looks to his burnt scarred hand.
"I cant afford to falter any longer..." He begins to pull again.
"I can again prove my worth..." He throws his other arm up grabbing the ledge.
"I can again prove my honor..." He grabs the ledge now with both arms.
"I will always fight" He begins to pull.
"It has become what i am..." His torso reaches above the ledge.
"It has become all i know..." One last push with his foot and he has made it over the cliff.
"Mayhap... the scars of my past... have changed my appearance..." He rolls over on the ground, a moment of rest.
"But... my heart falters not..." Out of strength he turns his head looking out past the cliff.
"Malachin was wrong... i will prove my honor..." From the cliff he can see the entire island. He sees everytown, and the seas surrounding it.
"How'd it have come to this..." He thinks to himself as he meets with a cliff. Quickly he leaps to a small ledge and jumps up grabbing the edge.
"I had used to be a cook..." He pulls himself up onto the cliff and continues his sprint.
"Things were so simple then..." An image of old friends had crossed his eyes. He shakes his head looking onto an oncoming rocky area, leaps onto a rock and continues to jump from rock to rock staying off the ground.
"When did the fight start..." He now sees a scene of a weak lizard laying on the ground in pain. A man stands in front of him fighting off an ogre.
"I had friends..." The lizards stops at a tree and begins to throw punches at it with already bloodied knuckles.
"The fight still hasnt stopped..." Another image appears, this time the lizard defends a man laying on the ground.
"Always with honor..." This image, the lizard and another man stand together, back to back, while they face surrounding undead.
"Some called me there brother..." The image ends with both of them charging there enemy. He shakes his head again, this time he meets an even bigger cliff. Quickly he places his foot onto the rock and begins his climb.
"But... some still do..." An image of an orc appears, they grab eachothers wrists and thrust there fist against there chest as they stare at eachother. The jagged placing of his foot leaves a cut, but he still pushes against it as hard to gain more distance up teh cliff.
"Though... I never lived happily... what have i to even fight for any longer..." An image of a lizard at his knees, underwater, at two graves. The holding gave out, but he grabbed onto another rock. A large cut was received when he lost his placing, but he still climbed.
"Always... through the sorrows... and through the nightmares..." This image, a lizard laid on the sand an arena. A demon with an axe inside his mouth falls stiff to the ground. The lizard gasped for air desperately as he held the 3 large wounds which fed the puddle of blood his was laying in.
"You know Salathe... heroes dont die..." A smiling man was looking down on him as he laid in agony.
"Salathe... if i had only but one wish... it would be to die by your side..." A different man. Laying on the bed with a cloth covering his eyes.
"You always fight Salathe... and you have never faltered in saving what you wish to protect..." A woman's hand stroked his cheek as he laid in bed, covered in bandages.
"We are both too old for this Salathe... but we still fight as our hearts are strong..." The two stood atop a building in the center of a town. The man smiled to the lizard as he kicked one of the many skeletons trying to climb atop the building.
"You always fight... and i dont mean against others" The elf pat the lizard on the shoulder as the lizard sat with his head down.
"You are Salathe Kankas, the warrior with the strongest heart, and of course the skills to match it." The cloaked man smiled under his hood as sheathed his daggers.
All of these words, from those who had honored him, they could have brought him to tears while thinking about it.
"I had thought them wrong... but..." With a large grunt the lizard pulls with all his strength and leaps up to the edge grabbing with one hand.
"I will always fight..." With one arm he begins to pull as hard as he can. His strength lets out and he falls just from reach from the ledge. He looks down a moment, then he looks to his burnt scarred hand.
"I cant afford to falter any longer..." He begins to pull again.
"I can again prove my worth..." He throws his other arm up grabbing the ledge.
"I can again prove my honor..." He grabs the ledge now with both arms.
"I will always fight" He begins to pull.
"It has become what i am..." His torso reaches above the ledge.
"It has become all i know..." One last push with his foot and he has made it over the cliff.
"Mayhap... the scars of my past... have changed my appearance..." He rolls over on the ground, a moment of rest.
"But... my heart falters not..." Out of strength he turns his head looking out past the cliff.
"Malachin was wrong... i will prove my honor..." From the cliff he can see the entire island. He sees everytown, and the seas surrounding it.