Post by Yoshi4ever on Mar 8, 2006 9:14:43 GMT -5
It was a mellow sun set. The clouds were magnificent shades of red, yellow, and orange. The sun dripped softly behind the horizon, letting shadows fall where they might.
I was laying prone on a smooth flat rock, looking down onto a valley. Little camp fires twinkled like stars. In slowly and silently unsheathed my silver sword and crept down to the nearest camp.
Shadows played tricks on my eyes as i watched three creatures sitting at the fire. Anouther was standing over to the left. There skin was hardened gray and their eyes red.
I snuck up to the first and quickly slit his throat, then I turned to the dazzling camp fire. I drew two knives and tossed them simultaneously at the throats of two of them.
I quickly lept and brought my blade apon the others head.
I flinched when i heard the crack and he fell to the ground. Anouther raced out of the tent. I quickly parried his blows then knicked him on the side. He slowed a bit, but showed no other openings. I knew my time was tickening, if we got into a long fight someone might hear us from anouther camp.
I paired anouther of his cuts, and whirled back at him with all my speed before he could parry. I did a fancy fencing move, slicing his wrist, sidestepping, maneuvering around his blade...the blade pricked his throat and he was out in a
few seconds. I sheather my blade breathing heavy, sitting down to rest, searching the camp. I found what i needed and departed. I reached out and some white birds came drifting down. I tied notes to all their legs and set them on their way.
The notes were written in black ink and said:
Come to the deserted inn, come alone and prepared.
on each the was a map showing where the inn was. I watched the birds drift into black specks, then made for the inn.
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heres mine
name- Blaze
weapons- sword, knives
description- A human with worn cloathing. He wears black with trimmings of orange.
specialty- sword fighting
bio- He wanders the vast world, sometimes working as a mercanary or freelancer. He never stays in one spot for long.
The story takes place in a land called Amlore, a large island across the sea.
I was laying prone on a smooth flat rock, looking down onto a valley. Little camp fires twinkled like stars. In slowly and silently unsheathed my silver sword and crept down to the nearest camp.
Shadows played tricks on my eyes as i watched three creatures sitting at the fire. Anouther was standing over to the left. There skin was hardened gray and their eyes red.
I snuck up to the first and quickly slit his throat, then I turned to the dazzling camp fire. I drew two knives and tossed them simultaneously at the throats of two of them.
I quickly lept and brought my blade apon the others head.
I flinched when i heard the crack and he fell to the ground. Anouther raced out of the tent. I quickly parried his blows then knicked him on the side. He slowed a bit, but showed no other openings. I knew my time was tickening, if we got into a long fight someone might hear us from anouther camp.
I paired anouther of his cuts, and whirled back at him with all my speed before he could parry. I did a fancy fencing move, slicing his wrist, sidestepping, maneuvering around his blade...the blade pricked his throat and he was out in a
few seconds. I sheather my blade breathing heavy, sitting down to rest, searching the camp. I found what i needed and departed. I reached out and some white birds came drifting down. I tied notes to all their legs and set them on their way.
The notes were written in black ink and said:
Come to the deserted inn, come alone and prepared.
on each the was a map showing where the inn was. I watched the birds drift into black specks, then made for the inn.
Sign up
name-
weapons-
description-( what your character looks like)
specialty- (what your character is good at )
bio-
heres mine
name- Blaze
weapons- sword, knives
description- A human with worn cloathing. He wears black with trimmings of orange.
specialty- sword fighting
bio- He wanders the vast world, sometimes working as a mercanary or freelancer. He never stays in one spot for long.
The story takes place in a land called Amlore, a large island across the sea.
MY SIG ONLY HAS ONE PIC NOW!!!!!
