Post by Torir/Elye on Aug 18, 2014 19:51:05 GMT -6
Crimson swooped low, preparing to land. As his massive wings thrust upward, slowing himself for a landing, the gust created shook the nearby trees. He landed upon the ground with a great force, shaking the earth nearby. " Good boy, now I'll be back in a minute. "
Torir leapt off of Crimson, firmly planting his feet into the freshly wet dirt. It had rained an hour or so ago, the smell was still in the air. Torir meandered over to the blacksmiths place. He landed Crimson a little ways away, just out of sight of this small town. Most people aren't accustomed to a winged beast landing outside their windows at night. So to make his visit quick and painless, it was easier to keep Crim out of sight.
Torir reached the front steps and hobbled up them. He was still a little sore from the fight a few hours before but he was mustering through it. Complaining doesn't help anyone. He reached the front door, lifted his arm to the door and knocked firmly three times. He stepped back and turned his bead to the left 90 degrees. This small town had just enough to get by. There was a farmer a quick jog down the road with a few cows and a small field. A house with furs and skins stretched out on racks along the house to dry. A small motel, which looked to be only three or four bedrooms. Lastly, there was the blacksmith, with his own forge, anvil and workbench.
Torir snapped his head forward upon hearing footsteps come to the door only a handful of moments after knocking. He took another step back, leaving room for the door to fully open. The footsteps stopped and the door started to creak open.
"Ah, good evening. And who might you be?" The blacksmith greeted him.
Torir forgot that he still had his hood on. He pulled it back so that the blacksmith could clearly see his face. " the name's Torir. I was told you were the best blacksmith in the region. "
"Is that so? Well it's a little late to be coming to my shop. I came inside for the night only a few hours ago, right when it stopped raining. Figured it would continue into the night. What can I do for you?" The blacksmith replied.
" I understand that it's late, but I was urgently in need of a weapon and I had the rupees to make it urgent for you too. " Torir replied back. He reached back to grab the small sack from his side. He drew the string and pulled it open only to show a bag full of red, purple, and orange. The blacksmith drew in a quick breath in shock from the high value of the contents of the sack.
"Come in, come in. We can talk inside." The blacksmith stepped to the side, allowing Torir to pass into his living quarters. "Here, have a seat" He said as he rushed over to the table a pulled out a chair. "Is there anything I can get you? Wine, bread. Ooh, I have truffles in the other room, let me get those instead. You’d probably prefer those over bread anyway." The blacksmith rushed to the other room, out of the sight of Torir.
Torir rolled his eyes at the exquisite behavior of this man. He sat down in the chair. It was such a relief to finally sit in a chair after so long on Crimsons back. He looked around at all of the metalwork the blacksmith had done. There were swords of all different metals, arrows, knives, a few shields, helmets, and more. The room was filled with it. He heard a crash from the other room. It became quiet, making Torir uncomfortable. He reached his hand to his right side, placing his hand on his sword. He felt the worn leather on the handle. He had to get his old sword replaced soon.
Torir quietly rose from his chair, he crept toward to doorway to the other room. What is taking him so long? Torir thought to himself. He heard the clatter of metal. Torir drew his sword. This man was going to kill him and take his rupees. But not before Torir could defend himself. Besides, even if this man succeeded in killing or even wounding Torir, Crimson would quickly end the assailant’s life.
There were rushed footsteps toward Torir. He raised his sword and pointed it straight out, keeping his arms close to his stomach. The man’s foot went through the doorway, Torir tensed his muscles for a split second and lunged his sword forward.
He stabbed through the man’s stomach into the door frame. Torir was sure to fend off his attacker. He heard the blacksmiths sword clash to the floor. Torir breathed a sigh of relief, opened his eyes and looked into his enemies face. The blacksmith was in complete shock, and looked down at the sword. Torir did the same and saw the amount of blood flowing out, he focused his vision further to see that the blacksmiths sword was actually a metal platter, with truffles scattered over the floor. Torir stepped back in shock, pulling his sword with him. The tip of his sword slipped out from the body. He dropped his sword to the floor in disbelief, the clattering sword was the only sound he had heard for the last few moments. His heart was pounding he looked back at the blacksmith, who had dropped to his knees, holding his stomach.
" I’m so sorry, I didn't mean to... " Torir started, but it was too late. As he finished, the blacksmith looked at him, opened his mouth as if to say something, but all that came out was the blood that dripped from the corners of his mouth. He fell forward, hitting the hard floor with a thud. He was dead. Torir had just killed an innocent man. He didn't even get to explain himself.
He looked out the window to meet his eyes upon a young woman’s eyes. Her eyes widened and she took off running the other way into another house. Torir had to get out of here and fast.
He sheathed his sword and grabbed his sack of rupees off the table. Better at least grab a sword like I came here to do he thought to himself. He picked a nice moderate sized one off of the wall. I had a green handle and fresh leather on the grip. It was light but had enough weight to be doing some great damage. He grabbed the loaf of bread off the counter and turned for the door.
At that time the farmer burst in, wielding his pitch fork. He glanced down at the blacksmith in shock. Torir realized this was his chance and swing his sword down upon the farmer, hitting him in the shoulder. The blade slid down a little ways, busting his shoulder blade and all the ribs as it sliced through his chest. The farmer let out a grunt, Torir pulled out the sword, and the farmer fell to the floor, letting his pitchfork hit the floor. A double homicide in one night.
Torir ran, taking a left and going for Crimson. He swung onto his back and yelled " Fly Crim, Fly! We've got to go. " Crimson lifted off the ground, making a few giant gusts of wind before they were high enough to fly. As Crimson flew away. Torir looked back. The town lights were all on and a bell was ringing.
Torir had just killed two innocent men within fifteen minutes. He felt awful. But that wasn't even the worst part. He felt good and proud of himself. Killing those two men made him feel good, strong. He held so much power now. The memory of watching both of them fall dead to the floor was giving him butterflies. It felt so good. He cracked a smile as he thought about them again, flying off and listening to the faint ring of the warning bell. Maybe this was his destiny.
Torir leapt off of Crimson, firmly planting his feet into the freshly wet dirt. It had rained an hour or so ago, the smell was still in the air. Torir meandered over to the blacksmiths place. He landed Crimson a little ways away, just out of sight of this small town. Most people aren't accustomed to a winged beast landing outside their windows at night. So to make his visit quick and painless, it was easier to keep Crim out of sight.
Torir reached the front steps and hobbled up them. He was still a little sore from the fight a few hours before but he was mustering through it. Complaining doesn't help anyone. He reached the front door, lifted his arm to the door and knocked firmly three times. He stepped back and turned his bead to the left 90 degrees. This small town had just enough to get by. There was a farmer a quick jog down the road with a few cows and a small field. A house with furs and skins stretched out on racks along the house to dry. A small motel, which looked to be only three or four bedrooms. Lastly, there was the blacksmith, with his own forge, anvil and workbench.
Torir snapped his head forward upon hearing footsteps come to the door only a handful of moments after knocking. He took another step back, leaving room for the door to fully open. The footsteps stopped and the door started to creak open.
"Ah, good evening. And who might you be?" The blacksmith greeted him.
Torir forgot that he still had his hood on. He pulled it back so that the blacksmith could clearly see his face. " the name's Torir. I was told you were the best blacksmith in the region. "
"Is that so? Well it's a little late to be coming to my shop. I came inside for the night only a few hours ago, right when it stopped raining. Figured it would continue into the night. What can I do for you?" The blacksmith replied.
" I understand that it's late, but I was urgently in need of a weapon and I had the rupees to make it urgent for you too. " Torir replied back. He reached back to grab the small sack from his side. He drew the string and pulled it open only to show a bag full of red, purple, and orange. The blacksmith drew in a quick breath in shock from the high value of the contents of the sack.
"Come in, come in. We can talk inside." The blacksmith stepped to the side, allowing Torir to pass into his living quarters. "Here, have a seat" He said as he rushed over to the table a pulled out a chair. "Is there anything I can get you? Wine, bread. Ooh, I have truffles in the other room, let me get those instead. You’d probably prefer those over bread anyway." The blacksmith rushed to the other room, out of the sight of Torir.
Torir rolled his eyes at the exquisite behavior of this man. He sat down in the chair. It was such a relief to finally sit in a chair after so long on Crimsons back. He looked around at all of the metalwork the blacksmith had done. There were swords of all different metals, arrows, knives, a few shields, helmets, and more. The room was filled with it. He heard a crash from the other room. It became quiet, making Torir uncomfortable. He reached his hand to his right side, placing his hand on his sword. He felt the worn leather on the handle. He had to get his old sword replaced soon.
Torir quietly rose from his chair, he crept toward to doorway to the other room. What is taking him so long? Torir thought to himself. He heard the clatter of metal. Torir drew his sword. This man was going to kill him and take his rupees. But not before Torir could defend himself. Besides, even if this man succeeded in killing or even wounding Torir, Crimson would quickly end the assailant’s life.
There were rushed footsteps toward Torir. He raised his sword and pointed it straight out, keeping his arms close to his stomach. The man’s foot went through the doorway, Torir tensed his muscles for a split second and lunged his sword forward.
He stabbed through the man’s stomach into the door frame. Torir was sure to fend off his attacker. He heard the blacksmiths sword clash to the floor. Torir breathed a sigh of relief, opened his eyes and looked into his enemies face. The blacksmith was in complete shock, and looked down at the sword. Torir did the same and saw the amount of blood flowing out, he focused his vision further to see that the blacksmiths sword was actually a metal platter, with truffles scattered over the floor. Torir stepped back in shock, pulling his sword with him. The tip of his sword slipped out from the body. He dropped his sword to the floor in disbelief, the clattering sword was the only sound he had heard for the last few moments. His heart was pounding he looked back at the blacksmith, who had dropped to his knees, holding his stomach.
" I’m so sorry, I didn't mean to... " Torir started, but it was too late. As he finished, the blacksmith looked at him, opened his mouth as if to say something, but all that came out was the blood that dripped from the corners of his mouth. He fell forward, hitting the hard floor with a thud. He was dead. Torir had just killed an innocent man. He didn't even get to explain himself.
He looked out the window to meet his eyes upon a young woman’s eyes. Her eyes widened and she took off running the other way into another house. Torir had to get out of here and fast.
He sheathed his sword and grabbed his sack of rupees off the table. Better at least grab a sword like I came here to do he thought to himself. He picked a nice moderate sized one off of the wall. I had a green handle and fresh leather on the grip. It was light but had enough weight to be doing some great damage. He grabbed the loaf of bread off the counter and turned for the door.
At that time the farmer burst in, wielding his pitch fork. He glanced down at the blacksmith in shock. Torir realized this was his chance and swing his sword down upon the farmer, hitting him in the shoulder. The blade slid down a little ways, busting his shoulder blade and all the ribs as it sliced through his chest. The farmer let out a grunt, Torir pulled out the sword, and the farmer fell to the floor, letting his pitchfork hit the floor. A double homicide in one night.
Torir ran, taking a left and going for Crimson. He swung onto his back and yelled " Fly Crim, Fly! We've got to go. " Crimson lifted off the ground, making a few giant gusts of wind before they were high enough to fly. As Crimson flew away. Torir looked back. The town lights were all on and a bell was ringing.
Torir had just killed two innocent men within fifteen minutes. He felt awful. But that wasn't even the worst part. He felt good and proud of himself. Killing those two men made him feel good, strong. He held so much power now. The memory of watching both of them fall dead to the floor was giving him butterflies. It felt so good. He cracked a smile as he thought about them again, flying off and listening to the faint ring of the warning bell. Maybe this was his destiny.