Post by Aeric Ecrai on Jul 28, 2008 20:52:17 GMT -5
Two figures walked towards a house in Bravil. The very house, in fact, that housed the very headquarters they were intent upon entering. One had a hooded black cloak that reached well past his knees and ended just above the bottom of his equally black boots. And odd scabbard was attatched to his belt, housing a sword that seemed to have the width of two blades. The man walking along with him was clothed in pure white and seemingly carried no weapons.
"Hey. You two. Turn around veeeery slow like." A voice called out of the shadows.
"Yeah. Slow like, and drop your weapon, cloak boy." A higher pitched, nasaly voice called out from the opposite direction.
"We got yous surrounded, see? So we'll be taking your valuables and your clothes. That is, if you don't want to die." this comment, coming from another area of the darkness earned a harsh snort from the white coated man.
"Really now? You and how many others?" the coated man quipped, spinning on his heel in a circle and assesing the situation.
"Oh, just about twenty. We're the black barves of Bravil. The meanest, toughest gang there is. And you two are about to be robbed and roughed up a bit. Eheheh..." A large man stepped out of the shadows, brandished a rather large bronze waraxe.
The coated man sighed in exhasperation, rubbed his temples, and turned to his cloaked companion.
"This is what, the fifth time in two days? Really, I'm getting a little tired of being robbed. And come on, 'black barves of Bravil'? That's a tad silly."
"I'll show you SILLY!!" The axe brandished bandit thundered, pointed at the man's white coat. "A few arrow holes through that will teach out a lesson. You too, cloaked guy. Drop your sword."
This comment earned a sigh from the hooded man, the first noise he had made through the whole encounter. Unbuckling his sword and scabbard, he tossed it in the direction of the axe-bandit.
The white coated man raised an eyebrow, and chuckled.
"Friend, you're making a grave mistake. I suggest you just leave us in peace and go about your own business. Important people like us have other things to do."
'Axe-bandit' raised his axe in a very unmenacing manner and screamed, "KILL THAT TRASH TALKING DASTARD!!!"
Upon command, several swoosh's were heard, and a few arrows came flying out of the darkness to imaple themselves into the chest of the white coated man, who only sighed again and put a hand to his temples again.
All four arrows that were fired impacted his coat, made a thudding noise, broke in two and fell to the ground.
"Really, L'cen, the bandits don't seem to get any smarter or any funnier..." he called over to his companion.
"Shall we end this now, or have some more fun?"
Sighing, the cloaked man spun around and faced the same direction as his friend. He was a man of few words.
"Now."
L'cen flung himself into a full jump, landing on axe-bandit's chest in a dropkick and scooping up his blade at the same time. The sword flew out of it's scabbard and slit the bandit's throat in one fluid motion, then came to rest in a backhand position. The rest of the bandits saw now why the scabbard had been so large. The sword had not one blade, but two identical blades attatched to a single hilt.
L'cen's friend, however, had been too busy fussing over his coat and brushing off all the dust and wood chips that had settled on it from the arrow shots.
"Seriously, I wore this to my wedding. You thing people would show some respect..." he said with a smirk.
Now it was L'cen's turn to put his hand to his face in exasperation.
"Nicodemus, shut up and fight..."
"As you wish, Lord L'cen," Nicodemus said sarcastically.
Only a slight flash from his sleeves was noticable as he spun in another complete circle. A few seconds afterwards, a few gurgling noises were heard, and five bandits fell over, daggers protruding from their throats.
"Now Daex is going to wonder why we're late. Finish up, will you L'cen?"
Curving his twinblade through the air twice, he just looked at Nicodemus and sighed again.
"Fine."
Raising his other hand palm outward, he pointed it at the darkness.
"Kaisar Breath!!" He thundered, and blue flames shot out of the runic symbol that had formed around his palm, engulfing the few unlucky bandits that hand been unlucky enough to be standing in front of him. That left the last two who had first confronted them, who were running as fast as they could away.
"Lightning."
The sky lit up and cracked as two bolts of lightning flew from the heavens directly onto the bodies of the poor bandits.
"Nice job, L'cen. I didn't want to soil my coat, you know."
"Whatever."
"Now, let's see if Daex is mad or not. He said he had a new recruit."
"Whatever"
"You know, you're not really that social."
"Just shut up."
"...I guess we'll leave the bodies here?"
"They made a mistake."
"Whatever you say, L'cen. Whatever you say."
*L'cen and Nicodemus have entered the Base of the Sabre*
"Hey. You two. Turn around veeeery slow like." A voice called out of the shadows.
"Yeah. Slow like, and drop your weapon, cloak boy." A higher pitched, nasaly voice called out from the opposite direction.
"We got yous surrounded, see? So we'll be taking your valuables and your clothes. That is, if you don't want to die." this comment, coming from another area of the darkness earned a harsh snort from the white coated man.
"Really now? You and how many others?" the coated man quipped, spinning on his heel in a circle and assesing the situation.
"Oh, just about twenty. We're the black barves of Bravil. The meanest, toughest gang there is. And you two are about to be robbed and roughed up a bit. Eheheh..." A large man stepped out of the shadows, brandished a rather large bronze waraxe.
The coated man sighed in exhasperation, rubbed his temples, and turned to his cloaked companion.
"This is what, the fifth time in two days? Really, I'm getting a little tired of being robbed. And come on, 'black barves of Bravil'? That's a tad silly."
"I'll show you SILLY!!" The axe brandished bandit thundered, pointed at the man's white coat. "A few arrow holes through that will teach out a lesson. You too, cloaked guy. Drop your sword."
This comment earned a sigh from the hooded man, the first noise he had made through the whole encounter. Unbuckling his sword and scabbard, he tossed it in the direction of the axe-bandit.
The white coated man raised an eyebrow, and chuckled.
"Friend, you're making a grave mistake. I suggest you just leave us in peace and go about your own business. Important people like us have other things to do."
'Axe-bandit' raised his axe in a very unmenacing manner and screamed, "KILL THAT TRASH TALKING DASTARD!!!"
Upon command, several swoosh's were heard, and a few arrows came flying out of the darkness to imaple themselves into the chest of the white coated man, who only sighed again and put a hand to his temples again.
All four arrows that were fired impacted his coat, made a thudding noise, broke in two and fell to the ground.
"Really, L'cen, the bandits don't seem to get any smarter or any funnier..." he called over to his companion.
"Shall we end this now, or have some more fun?"
Sighing, the cloaked man spun around and faced the same direction as his friend. He was a man of few words.
"Now."
L'cen flung himself into a full jump, landing on axe-bandit's chest in a dropkick and scooping up his blade at the same time. The sword flew out of it's scabbard and slit the bandit's throat in one fluid motion, then came to rest in a backhand position. The rest of the bandits saw now why the scabbard had been so large. The sword had not one blade, but two identical blades attatched to a single hilt.
L'cen's friend, however, had been too busy fussing over his coat and brushing off all the dust and wood chips that had settled on it from the arrow shots.
"Seriously, I wore this to my wedding. You thing people would show some respect..." he said with a smirk.
Now it was L'cen's turn to put his hand to his face in exasperation.
"Nicodemus, shut up and fight..."
"As you wish, Lord L'cen," Nicodemus said sarcastically.
Only a slight flash from his sleeves was noticable as he spun in another complete circle. A few seconds afterwards, a few gurgling noises were heard, and five bandits fell over, daggers protruding from their throats.
"Now Daex is going to wonder why we're late. Finish up, will you L'cen?"
Curving his twinblade through the air twice, he just looked at Nicodemus and sighed again.
"Fine."
Raising his other hand palm outward, he pointed it at the darkness.
"Kaisar Breath!!" He thundered, and blue flames shot out of the runic symbol that had formed around his palm, engulfing the few unlucky bandits that hand been unlucky enough to be standing in front of him. That left the last two who had first confronted them, who were running as fast as they could away.
"Lightning."
The sky lit up and cracked as two bolts of lightning flew from the heavens directly onto the bodies of the poor bandits.
"Nice job, L'cen. I didn't want to soil my coat, you know."
"Whatever."
"Now, let's see if Daex is mad or not. He said he had a new recruit."
"Whatever"
"You know, you're not really that social."
"Just shut up."
"...I guess we'll leave the bodies here?"
"They made a mistake."
"Whatever you say, L'cen. Whatever you say."
*L'cen and Nicodemus have entered the Base of the Sabre*