- Posted: Sun, 25 Mar 2012 03:33:19 +0000
“Get down!” The man yelled over the nearby explosion. The man jumped down into a nearby rut in the ground as fragments of the boulder flew overhead. “Up! Get up! Now! We can’t spare any men right now, and we don’t need our soldiers to be lazying around, especially the fresh men! So get up! Up now, Dask!” The first man yelled into Dask's ear. He - Dask - jumped up and ran towards the approaching army. He ran with his sword’s blade pointing dead ahead. He shouted his signature battle-cry as his blade pierced a soldier’s chest. Withdrawing the blade, he spun and cut another man’s hand. Dask stood there, examining what he just got himself into, as a pain shot up his left shoulder. He fell to one knee, paused, and got up. As Dask stood, he got hit again, in the side. He fell while shouting in pain. A soldier walked up, grinned, and stabbed his sword into Dask’s throat. He started to cough up blood and collapsed.
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“Mmph... Get out, thing...” Dask muttered into his pillow as a banging came from the wall. He bashes his fist into the wall, half awake. “Quit having sex, you crazy witches...” Dask said quietly as he sat up. His hotel room, as he opened his eyes, seemed a bit more dirty then when he fell asleep. The wardrobe sat in splinters, the mirror shattered, and the complimentary hand-made soaps were now just foam coming from the table’s drawers. He heard horses whinnying coming from the outside. He got up, naked, and walked over to the splintered wardrobe.Grabbed a robe, put it on, and examined himself in a cracked mirror. His brown hair covered his forehead and nearly his left eye. He looked about 18-ish, but was roughly 22. His blue eyes shone in a eerie way, in comparison to the room and its trash. He grinned, then posed, and walked out the door.
The long-ignored town of Kilian was just waking from its slumber. A local youth walked past, drinking some kind of substance. The town itself was very uncared for. Roofs collapsed and horse manure lined the street. Obviously not a great place to be living, but a fantastic place to hide. This is exactly what Dask thought as he stepped out into the neglected town. He leisurely strolled towards a nearby store.
Dask walked into an argument between the shop owner and a rowdy customer. “Just shut up and take my money!” The customer yelled at the owner.
“Listen, you crazy cow, I don’t have any more alcohol! Someone stole my store of it last night! If I had any, I’d sell it to you!” The owner finished. She looked over to see Dask, standing there, amused. “There he is!” She said, ignoring the customer’s complaints. “How are you, brother? I heard your party last night from here. Pretty loud, if ya’ ask me. And, coincidentally, all of my beer, wine, and ale are all gone on the night of a loud, obnoxious party. You know anything about that?” The owner looked at Dask accusingly.
“Alright, Vanessa, calm down,” Dask responded, slightly hurt by his sister’s accusations. “Look under the box labeled ‘bananas’. The cash is under there. Granted, a little less than what it is wo--” Dask stopped, being interrupted by a fist hitting him in the gut. By now, the other customer had left. Vanessa stood over him, gritting her teeth.
“Listen, this town, and shop, mind you, are going underwater. I need as much money as possible before this town becomes a ghost town. You and I need to get out of here so we don’t end up as dead as everyone else. I’ve loaned you enough money to buy a new house on the coast. And what did you do with it? You bought alcohol and a horse. The horse wasn’t even a good one! It is literally a crap-carrier. So just get your s**t together and get a goddamn job!” She vented to Dask, who was still on the ground, grabbing his chest.
“Don’t forget that prostitute,” Dask groaned from the ground.
“How could I forget? You told her to read a book about the history of warfare. Five-hundred ******** dollars down the drain!” Vanessa screamed.
“Totally worth it...”
Vanessa kicked him in the ribs. “You stupid s**t-faced d**k!” She screamed. “You used to be an intelligent person, but since you came back from the army a year ago, you’ve been a lazy a*****e!”
Dask sat up, grunting in pain. “I applied for a position as a body guard, you p***k! I’m becoming a body guard for one of the magic users!” He shouted at Vanessa. At that, Dask, who is still in pain from being punched and kicked, stood up, using the wall as a support, hobbled out of the store, swearing under his breath.