| Subject: You guys are embaressin' me!!! *Blushes* It's nothing much...just an idea I thoughup very quickly. Next part's inside though :) |
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Tacroy Bladefire
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Date Posted: 02:14:52 08/09/03 Sat
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Vi
's message, "Really good! My mama'd be jealous. Don't tell her I said that." on 00:15:27 08/09/03 Sat
The Gyrfalcon headed straight down the long street, glancing almost sadly at the pitiful figures of the homeless, lying still in the snow. And yet, Lurk had been much worse. There you were more likely to find someone sleeping outside on the streets, than in a house, even houses as dilapidated as these.
The Gyrfalcon sighed. Just like the men back in the Red Serpent had said, it wasn't always like this. There was a time, long ago in the reign of King Howard IV when the Kingdom of Herigon was the richest in all Isrank. It was a kingdom of wealth, power, and knowladge. It's citizens in all the towns, even Lurk, payed their taxes uncomplainingly and were wealthy. It had a great army of proud willing knights, its Barons respected the King and his laws, and the Mage Academy was built. No one would have believed that the respected kingdom could have turned into what it was now. A broke, crime torn excuse for a hovel. But it wasn't the King's fault. How was he to know that his high mage, Ma'alar would revolt and start one of the bitterest wars, that begun Herigon on its voyage of what it was to become?
His eyes suddenly burned. There was no point in thinking about his past. What had happened had happened and his own life had enough problems of its own. But at least he had a job, and quite a well paying one at that. Here in this hate filled heck hole, there was always someone bent on revenge but too cowardly to fufill it. And that's where he came in. His employers might be too frightened to commit murder, but the Gyrfalcon wasn't.
His magic gave him an edge that other criminals lacked, but also, he was an accomplished blademaster, able to wield a sword with unmatched skill. Amred with these deadly factors and enhanced by his bitter, firey nature, there wasn't anyone who could stand up to him, or who would want to. He was his own small legend in his way, feared and admired, for he had never failed to complete a job.
He had known about Reggis and the price above his head, but this hardly worried him. As his infamy grew, so had the reward for his capture. But, as of yet, no one had actually got a glimpse of his face, or even knew his real name. Odds were that this reggis would never find him, but, supposing he did...well it would be his loss.
Turning a corner, the Gyrfalcon strode through the snow and out into the City Square. His keen eyes suddenly picked up movement in a shadowy corner of the dimly lit plaza and immediatly, he tensed. dropping down behind an empty vendor's stall, the Gyrfalcon slowly eased his blade out from his black scabbard, all senses on the alert.
He dropped onto the ground and rolled quickly out from behind the deserted stall and into the deep shadow of another one, closer to the flicker of movement. Springing up, he listened intently, and then, through the gloom, came the flicker of torchlight catching a blade. Once, twice, thrice it flashed, and the Gyrfalcon suddenly relaxed.
He walked calmly out from behind the stall, sheathing his blade back into the hidden scabbard and moved towards the dark corner. A shape materialized out of the gloom to meet the Gyrfalcon. It was a tall, scraggly man, with the look of one who had to cope with too much hardship, in too little time. He had a sunken, unshaven face, with deep mournful eyes. He peered into the gloom, and upon catching sight of the gyrfalcon, motioned him to follow.
Quickly, the man padded into the shadows with a wary look, like a hunted animal. The Gyrfalcon followed silently as his employer weaved through the empty stalls and out of the City Square, careful to keep to the dark shadows. The man finally slipped into a dark and particularly filthy side alley and came to a halt near its end.
The Gyrfalcon stopped several feet from the man who peered at him with deep eyes and spoke in a hoarse voice, little more than a whisper. "You're late Gyrfalcon."
The Gyrfalcon tensed , his hand straying once again to to his sword hilt and although he didn't speak, there was a powerful, brooding menace about him. His employer gulped and stepped back a pace. He had heard of the Gyrfalcon's quick temper and realised that his remark might have pushed the unpredictable criminal too far. He could feel the Gyrfalcon's piercing gaze on him and he began to shake all over.
"B-but, that's fine," he stammered quickly. "Y-you come and g-go whenever yo want." The Gyrfalcon didn't speak, he only shifted his wieght slightly, and continued to stare in a way that spoke quite clearly of immenent danger that hung over his employer's head if he didn't watch his mouth. In this situation, as with all his other deals, the Gyrfalcon was in charge, not his employer and they both knew it.
"S-so, you know your job r-right?" asked the man, backing up slightly, as if the Falcon might suddenly lunge at him. The Gyrfalcon nodded slowly and the man breathed a sigh of relief. "well, t-that's good. M-meet me back here when you've....finished." The Gyrfalcon suddenly strode forwards and his employer backed up quickly, until his back was to the dead end of the alley. The man cringed as the Gyrfalcon continued to advance. The Gyrfalcon suddenly thrust out his hand and the man whimpered and flinched, expecting a quick, vicious pain.
He felt nothing of the sort. Opening one eye hesitantly, he saw that the Gyrfalcon's hand was thrust palm up as if demanding something. The man's eyes traveled up to the deep shadow on the Gyrfalcon's face and he fancied he saw dark, savage eyes glitter.
"O-of course. Y-you'll get paid after." The Gyrfalcon curled his fingers as if beckoning his employer to move. "Yes. After," said the man more firmly. The gloved hand suddenly shot out and enclosed upon the man's throat, pinning him to the wall.
"Now Crinnath," came the low, strained growl. "half now and half when I'm done." Crinnath whimpered as the fingers closed tightlly around this throat then released a bit. He nodded fearfully and his fingers scrambled in his tunic pocket and he came up with five silver coins. The Gyrfalcon extended his other hand and Crinnath dropped the coins one by one into it, both men's eyes locked on each other.
When the last coin had fallen from his trembling fingers, Crinnath lowered his hand. The Gyrfalcon's fingers closed on the coins and he released his employer, turning on his heel and striding back, down the dark alley. Crinnath sank down onto his trembling haunches, trembling all over at the blunt, savage strength that had been in those gloved fingers. The Gyrfalcon wasn't one to get on the bad side of, that was for sure.
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