Ronin of the Blade
OMG you guys hate me.
crying Here you go, a quick few quibbles with a friend I did over Xanga about a year ago.
He found himself staring at the door to the Inn, he wasn't sure if he should fork over the gold and stay the night in a comftorable bed or just sleep in another alleyway again. "They'll be expecting it." He said to himself. He entered the inn slowly and looked around, groups of men enjoying themselves with their ale and women in the common room, he tried to find the owner of the inn to request a room for the night, but was having a hard time due to all the people swarming around the place. He could hear the sound of music being played on a lute and harp in the background. "Just like grandfather used to play", he thought to himself. He finally found the man he had been looking for, he was a chubby man, with half the height and double the weight of a normal man. He was wearing a white apron that was stained from a hard day's work. "Can I help you good sir?" the Innkeep said to him. "I'd like a room for the night, and one preferably far away from all this noise." The Innkeep looked around the room, then looked back to him. "Not much of a endulger, are you? No matter, whatever the paying coustomer wants, Follow me." The innkeep walked to the corner of the common room, coming upon a set of stairs, he walked up then as he guestured for him to follow. When they reached the top of the stairs, they walked down a long hallway and for what seemed forever, they reached the end, coming onto a room. "I hope this satisfys your request?" the Innkeep said rubbing his hand together. "This will do", he said to the Innkeep. He tossed a few gold coins to him and told him to keep whatever's left over. The innkeep looked more than happy and waddled away. He went inside and looked around at the room. It looked musty and old, like a single person hadn't inhabited this room in ages. He laid his effects down on a dusty old table in the corner and sat down still on the bed for a moment, he listened very hard and could barely hear the noise going on downstairs. "This will do nicely" he thought to himself, as he laid down and covered himself with what was supposed to be a cover. He drifted off into deep slumber, forgetting about all of his worries.
-[ A quaint smile played onto her lips as she dully noted the masculine figure that made his way across the chaotic room. Hazel eyes wandering towards him, studying him contently. The people around her dancing around drunkenly and filled with excitement. This night was to be another full moon, her gaze fluttered towards a nearby window seeing the clouds linger over the moonlight and then somewhat shimmer through. She stood up out of her seat, getting a few rowdy comments on getting onto the table and dancing. She had ignored them all and followed the innkeeper who led him towards one of the most quietest rooms. She lingered within the shadows, seeing how he had already paid for his room and the innkeeper content with his money, she sauntered over towards his door. Knocking on it, an amused smile played over her rose lips. Dressed in a peasant blouse that revealed her shoulders and a skirt that reached her ankles she bowed before him, responding in an ever-so polite tone of voice "Welcome to this inn. I would be Ophelia, if I may ask, why have you chosen such an isolated room away from the others that reside here for the night?" ]-
He looked down at Ophelia and mumbled somthing to himself, then guesturing her to come in. "I choose the quiestest room because I am not one for unecessasary noise. I come from a quiet farm in a quiet village in the middle of the plains. I do not like noise very much." She looked at him intently as she started to get up. "Oh, I am not boring you am I?" he said to her as he extended his arm out to her. "I am sorry, sometimes I am a bit boring with what I say. Please sit back down, and I'll tell you a story." She sat back down on the bed and listened to his story as he began to explain why he was even here. "It all began a full moon ago. I was out in the fields with my father harvesting the grain for this years crops. We had quite a haul this year, we had almost double of that which we made the previous year, we were going to be living like kings! we were loading the grain onto out pack mule when it happened. We were attacked. I do not know who it was or why they did it but my father grabbed me and flung me into out home, he followed behind slamming the door shut and bolting it. We could hear screams coming from outside, we heard shrieks of terror as we heard women and children crying under the tone of the men yelling and the horses hoofsteps. My father moved the rug from the middle of the room and pulled up the floorboards to reveal a chest. Inside of the chest was a parchment and a strange looking sword. He told me he found these on me when I was only a baby out in the woods, and the parchment told him to take me in and watch over me until they came for him. My father told me that when the day came that they would come for me, he was to give me this sword and parchment and to flee for my life. Of course I couldn't leave my father behind, but he told me he would be fine and that he would catch up with me soon. So through many months I have been on the run from these mysterious men, not knowing who they are or where they come from. Now I find myself here, still waiting to hear from my father, and still trying to figure out what's going on." He looked down at the floor as he propped his hands on his forehead. All he could say was "I am so confused..."
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