Post by Regic on Mar 22, 2012 21:05:27 GMT -6
Two black crows cawed in annoyance at one another above the head of a lone figure clad in a black cloak. He stood alone on a rooftop in the center Clock Town, slowly observing the tall towers and travelers, bustling in and out of the inn, several stumbling from a few too many sips of ale, even at such an early hour. The sun still shone, and wasn't planning on setting for another few hours.
A lone salamander crawled around on the ground, weaving in and out of the public, traveling from building to building, pausing at every sign he managed to see. Each sign had seemingly insignificant phrases, such as, "Stock Pot Inn". There were few warning signs, that informed travelers of codes that were to sound from the bell when the small town was in danger.
Just on the inside of his robes, Imahe's two scrolls and his paintbrush were visible, and his right hand busied itself by flicking the cap to his ink around in his fingers, while his other remained motionless. His expression was unwavering, stoic.
The black salamander crawled up to the rooftop where Imahe stood. The ink it was made of suddenly splattered, creating words describing what exactly had been noticed by the creature. Imahe read it carefully, inhaling the knowledge. With a flick of his hand, the ink jumped back into his jar. He promptly replaced the cap, and continued to stare at the travelers.
One set of travelers caught his eye, particularly a small boy. He had light purple hair that fell just above his eyes, and down the nape of his neck. He was flipping a small bronze piece into the air, and smiling. His two parents had their faces covered by green cloaks as if to block out the sun.
Imahe uncovered his own hood to get a better look. His eyes were blue, his brown hair slightly ruffled from the hood and the light wind. The two bigger figures seemed to follow the boy, and didn't walk like the people next to them, albeit quite similar. Imahe picked out the slightly larger bounce in their step as if they had an extra joint below their knee, and how they were slightly bigger than even the tallest and largest traveler he had seen all day. Suddenly, the boy turned and stared straight at Imahe. His eyes were golden, but his pupils were not normal. They looked like crosses with pointed ends, and there were four smaller black dots in each of the quadrants formed by the pointed cross. Now that the boy was facing him, Imahe could also tell that he too was different. His two incisor teeth were pointed and sharp, and looked as if he had spent time filing them. Also, the hand that remained at his side had talons rather than fingers. Despite all of these odd features, several people walked around him, as if it were impossible to see the difference between him and a regular person.
His two followers also turned and stared from under their dark hoods at Imahe. Their eyes were the same as his, however they were much more bloodthirsty. Just form the look in their eyes, Imahe surmised the lust for blood that raged through their veins. The urge to attack was supressed, however, by the young boy who stood in front of them; he clearly frightened them. This proved that the boy was the most dangerous of the entire trio. Imahe's eyes flashed red, but he turned, and hopped off the roof, walking in the opposite direction.
The three followed him at an equal pace, maintain their distance, yet making no attempt to hide their pursuit. He noted the distance behind him, judged the time gap he had before they would catch up, and then ducked around a corner, slowly, as to not draw suspicion to what he was doing. He pulled out his red scroll and scribbled furiously, creating three walking balls, which he quickly animated, and then hid them under his cloak. He wrapped up his scroll, stored it back into its holster, then took five large lunges forward, placing him at the exact spot ahead of his followers as his was momentarily before.
After several more minutes of this slow walk, Imahe turned once more, this time heading away from most of the public, towards the clock tower. As he turned, his dropped the three animations onto the ground before him. They scampered into position and hid in the shadow of an underlying barrel.
Imahe reached the front doors of the clock tower as the two rounded the corner. He smiled. The three bombed sprang up into the faces of the attackers, and exploded violently, a wave of wind and debris smacked into Imahe though he was standing fifty yards away. That'll be the last I see of them, He thought, but as the smoke cleared, he realized he was in trouble.
The explosion had done only one thing to the trio, and that was annoy them. Their cloaks were in tatters and fell of off them into singed heaps on the dirt.
The two larger creatures appeared to be identical. They both were at least seven feet tall and extremely muscular, weighing lno less than three hundred pounds each. They both also had matching tattoos. Tiger stripes drawn in purple ink surrounded their whole body, wrapping over their dark yellow skin. They only wore loincloths that came down to their knees. On both hand and foot claws sprouted out. Each claws was sprinkled with the dried blood of their last victim. One had a war hammer in his meaty hand, while the other held a mace.
The boy looked like a boy still, however without his cloak, it was revealed that he had a small book strapped his his waist by a crude leather belt. The boy wore much more clothing, including a black v-neck t-shirt and black pants. On his arms several strange tattoos intertwined with preexisting scars to form several small dragons.
"My summoner sends his regards," said the boy. His voice was deep and powerful, and seemed odd coming from the mouth of such a small boy. "And asks you to peacefully hand over your scrolls."
Imahe released the latch from his cloak and it fell to the ground. He put a well muscled arm across his body and drew out his saber. "Like hell," he responded coolly.
The boy sighed, then with a single finger and a step back motioned for his counter parts to attack. War hammer moved like a flash appearing before Imahe in a split second, coming down with an overhand swing, maneuvering the hammer as if it were a blade of grass. Imahe expertly took a sidestep and swiped at the ogre's arm. Instead of digging into flesh, the sword bounced off as if it had hit solid rock. As Imahe was off balance, the beast took his moment and swung his hammer backhanded.
Imahe clumsily blocked which managed to save his life, but only for a second. The second behemoth suddenly appeared behind him and swiftly hit Imahe in the back of the neck, knocking him unconscious and sending him flying through the air. He landed a few feet away, and the shock from his landing forced him out of his temporary slumber. "These things are perfect to fight me. I can't seem to damage them physically." Imahe struggled to get back up, but as he did, the boy called out, "We won't have to kill you if you hand over the scroll." Imahe spat as if insulted by his offer. "Suit yourself." The two behemoths raced forward and once again attacked. Imahe sprinted for them, brandishing his sword. However, rather than attack, he stabbed his sword into the ground and used it as a pedestal. He leapt off of it into the air, away from the behemoths. He drew out his red scroll and quickly drew an army of small of small insect. He animated them and they flew around madly, until suddenly they darted for the two creatures. They flew up into every visible cavity of each creature. With a hand sign, the two beasts seemed to implode and suddenly fell over, dead.
Imahe landed and looked at the boy. The boy had the book out and was enchanting a sort of ritual. By the time Imahe noticed the potential danger of this ritual, it was complete. The dragons from his arms lifted off and sped towards the two corpses. They flowed in and through them, suddenly breathing new life into their destroyed lungs. The two creature pushed themselves up and turned towards Imahe. The two dragons wrapped themselves around the boys arms once more. "It is pointless. Just give up."
In a instant, the beast's fist jammed up into Imahe's gut, driving the wind out of him and lifting his feet off the ground. He saw colors and threw up on the ground. He struggled to get back and, but fell down once more. With the last of his strength his whipped his paintbrush at the top of the tower. It angled just right so that it would hit the bell dangling at the top in a high pitched tone-the tone, he recalled, that signaled that assistance was necessary. As he struggled the beast that hit him neared and aimed for the killing strike.
A lone salamander crawled around on the ground, weaving in and out of the public, traveling from building to building, pausing at every sign he managed to see. Each sign had seemingly insignificant phrases, such as, "Stock Pot Inn". There were few warning signs, that informed travelers of codes that were to sound from the bell when the small town was in danger.
Just on the inside of his robes, Imahe's two scrolls and his paintbrush were visible, and his right hand busied itself by flicking the cap to his ink around in his fingers, while his other remained motionless. His expression was unwavering, stoic.
The black salamander crawled up to the rooftop where Imahe stood. The ink it was made of suddenly splattered, creating words describing what exactly had been noticed by the creature. Imahe read it carefully, inhaling the knowledge. With a flick of his hand, the ink jumped back into his jar. He promptly replaced the cap, and continued to stare at the travelers.
One set of travelers caught his eye, particularly a small boy. He had light purple hair that fell just above his eyes, and down the nape of his neck. He was flipping a small bronze piece into the air, and smiling. His two parents had their faces covered by green cloaks as if to block out the sun.
Imahe uncovered his own hood to get a better look. His eyes were blue, his brown hair slightly ruffled from the hood and the light wind. The two bigger figures seemed to follow the boy, and didn't walk like the people next to them, albeit quite similar. Imahe picked out the slightly larger bounce in their step as if they had an extra joint below their knee, and how they were slightly bigger than even the tallest and largest traveler he had seen all day. Suddenly, the boy turned and stared straight at Imahe. His eyes were golden, but his pupils were not normal. They looked like crosses with pointed ends, and there were four smaller black dots in each of the quadrants formed by the pointed cross. Now that the boy was facing him, Imahe could also tell that he too was different. His two incisor teeth were pointed and sharp, and looked as if he had spent time filing them. Also, the hand that remained at his side had talons rather than fingers. Despite all of these odd features, several people walked around him, as if it were impossible to see the difference between him and a regular person.
His two followers also turned and stared from under their dark hoods at Imahe. Their eyes were the same as his, however they were much more bloodthirsty. Just form the look in their eyes, Imahe surmised the lust for blood that raged through their veins. The urge to attack was supressed, however, by the young boy who stood in front of them; he clearly frightened them. This proved that the boy was the most dangerous of the entire trio. Imahe's eyes flashed red, but he turned, and hopped off the roof, walking in the opposite direction.
The three followed him at an equal pace, maintain their distance, yet making no attempt to hide their pursuit. He noted the distance behind him, judged the time gap he had before they would catch up, and then ducked around a corner, slowly, as to not draw suspicion to what he was doing. He pulled out his red scroll and scribbled furiously, creating three walking balls, which he quickly animated, and then hid them under his cloak. He wrapped up his scroll, stored it back into its holster, then took five large lunges forward, placing him at the exact spot ahead of his followers as his was momentarily before.
After several more minutes of this slow walk, Imahe turned once more, this time heading away from most of the public, towards the clock tower. As he turned, his dropped the three animations onto the ground before him. They scampered into position and hid in the shadow of an underlying barrel.
Imahe reached the front doors of the clock tower as the two rounded the corner. He smiled. The three bombed sprang up into the faces of the attackers, and exploded violently, a wave of wind and debris smacked into Imahe though he was standing fifty yards away. That'll be the last I see of them, He thought, but as the smoke cleared, he realized he was in trouble.
The explosion had done only one thing to the trio, and that was annoy them. Their cloaks were in tatters and fell of off them into singed heaps on the dirt.
The two larger creatures appeared to be identical. They both were at least seven feet tall and extremely muscular, weighing lno less than three hundred pounds each. They both also had matching tattoos. Tiger stripes drawn in purple ink surrounded their whole body, wrapping over their dark yellow skin. They only wore loincloths that came down to their knees. On both hand and foot claws sprouted out. Each claws was sprinkled with the dried blood of their last victim. One had a war hammer in his meaty hand, while the other held a mace.
The boy looked like a boy still, however without his cloak, it was revealed that he had a small book strapped his his waist by a crude leather belt. The boy wore much more clothing, including a black v-neck t-shirt and black pants. On his arms several strange tattoos intertwined with preexisting scars to form several small dragons.
"My summoner sends his regards," said the boy. His voice was deep and powerful, and seemed odd coming from the mouth of such a small boy. "And asks you to peacefully hand over your scrolls."
Imahe released the latch from his cloak and it fell to the ground. He put a well muscled arm across his body and drew out his saber. "Like hell," he responded coolly.
The boy sighed, then with a single finger and a step back motioned for his counter parts to attack. War hammer moved like a flash appearing before Imahe in a split second, coming down with an overhand swing, maneuvering the hammer as if it were a blade of grass. Imahe expertly took a sidestep and swiped at the ogre's arm. Instead of digging into flesh, the sword bounced off as if it had hit solid rock. As Imahe was off balance, the beast took his moment and swung his hammer backhanded.
Imahe clumsily blocked which managed to save his life, but only for a second. The second behemoth suddenly appeared behind him and swiftly hit Imahe in the back of the neck, knocking him unconscious and sending him flying through the air. He landed a few feet away, and the shock from his landing forced him out of his temporary slumber. "These things are perfect to fight me. I can't seem to damage them physically." Imahe struggled to get back up, but as he did, the boy called out, "We won't have to kill you if you hand over the scroll." Imahe spat as if insulted by his offer. "Suit yourself." The two behemoths raced forward and once again attacked. Imahe sprinted for them, brandishing his sword. However, rather than attack, he stabbed his sword into the ground and used it as a pedestal. He leapt off of it into the air, away from the behemoths. He drew out his red scroll and quickly drew an army of small of small insect. He animated them and they flew around madly, until suddenly they darted for the two creatures. They flew up into every visible cavity of each creature. With a hand sign, the two beasts seemed to implode and suddenly fell over, dead.
Imahe landed and looked at the boy. The boy had the book out and was enchanting a sort of ritual. By the time Imahe noticed the potential danger of this ritual, it was complete. The dragons from his arms lifted off and sped towards the two corpses. They flowed in and through them, suddenly breathing new life into their destroyed lungs. The two creature pushed themselves up and turned towards Imahe. The two dragons wrapped themselves around the boys arms once more. "It is pointless. Just give up."
In a instant, the beast's fist jammed up into Imahe's gut, driving the wind out of him and lifting his feet off the ground. He saw colors and threw up on the ground. He struggled to get back and, but fell down once more. With the last of his strength his whipped his paintbrush at the top of the tower. It angled just right so that it would hit the bell dangling at the top in a high pitched tone-the tone, he recalled, that signaled that assistance was necessary. As he struggled the beast that hit him neared and aimed for the killing strike.