The Talon Chronicles

[nintendo248]

May 7, 297 H.E.

My life has been hard. I just wasn't sure how hard until I almost died last week.....but that is a story for another time. I have decided to keep a journal to leave behind in the event I die soon. While you are reading this I want you to keep in mind I am probably long dead and most of the rules have probably changed since I was around. Enough of these dark thoughts. My name is Talon. I'm 19 years old and I am a rusher by trade. I used to be a caravan guard but was thrown under the cart as the saying goes. I'm trying to get work at the Rogues court or with one of his Chiefs but it's not going well. It seems that the chiefs are to set in who they have and they don't trust me. I'm a little offended I'm told I have a very trustworthy face and demeanor. Oh well what can I do? I'll just have to keep trying. That is all I'll right for now. I'm tired and need some sleep.  

[nintendo248]

Monday May 8, 297 H.E.

Reading what I wrote last night I realized my writing leaves a lot to be desired. I'm about 6'3" with short brown hair that sometimes gets into my eyes. My eyes are brown. Most people who don't know what to look for don't see me as a threat, but those that do see that although I'm small for my size my muscles are like steel cables. I always dress simply in breeches and a tunic...different colors for different days. Today I'm wearing a simple brown tunic with light brown breeches that show a little wear but their still good. My boots are soft leather and are still in perfect condition. I carry my sword on my left hip and a dagger on my right. The sword sheath and scabbard are plain leather wrapped brass. My dagger is Raven Armory and is the only thing that I have left to remind me of my Dad. It's been in the family a long time. I seem to be rambling and you've probably already stopped reading by now finding this boring. Last night was not a good night for me. I was walking down the street when a scream reached my ears...now don't get me wrong I would never interfere with another rushers business.....but the scream was very shrill and I had to investigate. I came upon a Scanran giant standing over one of the many dancers that work in the taverns around the city. She looked at me desperately "Stop." I said in a low voice trying to draw the cove's attention away from here....and sadly it worked. He spun around his sword leaping into his hands as he slowly walked towards me. "You really should have minded your own business." He said his accent so thick it mangled his words almost beyond recognition. I drew my sword slowly watching his shoulders and feet to see what he would do. The stupid cuddy went for an overhead chop...he didn't count on my speed. I stepped into his swing and smacked him across the stomach with the flat of my blade. the air rushed out of his lungs and he double over emptying his stomach and I hit him on the back of the head with my elbow making him land face down in a pool of his own vomit. I walked over to the dancer and sat on my haunches "Are you alright?" I asked her quietly. She looked up at me wide eyed and then nodded. I straightened up and turned to walk away "Stop...why did you help me?" She asked her voice shaking slightly. "I looked at her and my face softened...I know it did. "Because I can't stand by and watch a woman get hurt....call me soft but my mama raised me better than that." I said then turned around and walked off leaving her staring at me. She was a very good looking mot. Even if she did have red hair....women with red hair are trouble. But her green eyes sparkled like emeralds. Grrr I gotta stop thinking about her...she's nothing but trouble. That was yesterday and today is a different day. I'll write again tonight....hopefully.  

[nintendo248]

Tuesday May 9, 297 H.E.
Yesterday did not go well....as soon as I opened my door everything went south. The second
I opened that door I was sent back inside by a big hand. It was the Scanran from Sunday, along with a few men I'd seen around the Court. They brought the red head in with them...she wasn't in good shape. Black eyes, split lip, her clothes were bloody...but I doubt it was her blood. The Scanran glared at me. "I told you last time, you should have minded your own business. Now your going to get punished." He said ...or at least that's what I think he said. Then the others dropped the girl and surrounded me, kicking every inch of me that they could. My ribs cracked and it still hurts to breath. They broke my nose, split my lips, blacked my left eye and broke my left arm. Then they spit on me and left leaving the woman laying there. They shut the and left. Then she sat up and looked around she saw me and stood up walking over. I watched her with my good eye wondering why she wasn't even limping. She squatted next to me and frowned a little indecision on her face then with a sigh she grabbed my left arm gently coolness spreading from her touch along my arm. I watch her my good eye narrowed "You have magic." I said making it sound like half a question. She just nodded and looked away then looked back a feverish light in her eyes "You can tell no one." She said and I nodded closing my eye. I startled awake a few minutes later and stood up almost falling over. She was not in the main room so I stumbled into the room that served as my kitchen and bedroom. She was looking at one of the pans that hang over the little metal stove "What are you doing?" I asked quietly. She spun around pan raised high it was almost comical. She sighed and lowered the pan. "Don't scare me like that." she said relaxing. "Don't go snooping through my house." I retorted "Is that how your going to treat me after I healed your arm?" She countered her face offended. "It's the least you could do...after all it was your fault." I countered again and she fell into a stunned silence....for a few seconds at any rate then she raised the pan again and tried to hit me with it. After a few seconds I grabbed her wrist and stepped closer to her looking down into her face "Stop before you ruin my pan." I told her. Her hands fell away from the pan the suddenly she slammed them against my chest and I was sent hurtling into the wall feeling like I'd been kicked by a mule. I looked up at her and she looked anxious now. "Are you alright?" she asked me and I raised an eyebrow "I'm fine...but what was that?" I asked wincing as one of my ribs popped. "Just something I learned." She replied with a shrug. I sigh and stand limping over to the closet to pull out a spare blanket and pillow then lay on the floor. "What are you doing?" She asked watching me. "I'm tired...I'm going to bed." I replied. "Then why not sleep in the bed?" she asked me her head tilted to one side. "Because you probably need a safe place to stay." I said laying down and closing my eyes. "Oh....my name is Sara by the way." Sara said quietly. "Talon." I replied quietly. "I know." she replied...although I'm not sure that she meant for me to hear that. I woke up just long enough to write all this down. Sara is snoring softly on the bed. I hope tomorrow is a better day.