Heh. I was bored and decided to do something productive. here it is. gets a little violent near the end. be as insultive as you like
btw I already know it doesn\'t make sense
It was a cold night in the middle of the Xaqad Forest when, your and a friend, Schragan, walked into an empty Kada-el pub, it was empty mostly because the bar was put there to serve the dwarves that worked in the mines, but since the dwarves got free beer from the Black Hand Dwarf company, they rarely came in. The Pub only stayed in business because the Black Hand didn\'t give beer to anyone that wasn\'t a dwarf.
Schragan came in with a dark purple cape tied to his Gleaming silver-like armor that had his families crest ingraved on it. You wore your usually black leather armor that was missing the bottom of one arm. He and you had spent the day exploring a few new tunnels that had been uncovered by the Black Hand Dwarf Company two days earlier. Together you sat down at the bar and ordered a drink when you heard a sound coming from outside the pub, you thought nothing of it.
You slowly finished your drink when Schragan decided to investigate the sound. As he opened the door a giant wind knocked him from the door in front of the bar to the walk in the back of it putting a crack in his armor as he struck the wall. You stood there shocked at what had happened. He screamed in pain as the crack cut into his skin. Lipan, a waitress in the bar that evening ran over to help him. She unhooked his armor and pulled it off of him as bright red blood seeped out of the hole on the back of his shoulder, she took
off her apron an aplied pressure to the wound with it.
Suddenly the door to the bar was ripped off it\'s hinges by the wind, it flew across the room, hitting Lipan in the back of the head.
You jumped over to see if she was ok. She wasn\'t. The door had put a large dint in the back of her head. You set her up against the wall and went to check on Schragan, who had not moved. The cut was still bleeding. You removed the apron that had been bunched up to cover his cut. You were shocked as you saw a piece of his armor that was still in his back, but the sight of the steel quickly vanished as a river of blood spilled from the hole. Schragan didn\'t move. You shook him. He did not move. You realized that Schragan, one of your best friends... was dead. Placing your hand on his chest and prayed \"Another great warrior of to guard the Gaits of Heaven.\".
Great anger took control of you. Quickly you grabbed you sword and moved towards the door. The adrenaline that was pumping through your veins helped you fight the wind. Managing to get outside, you saw that many trees had been uprooted.
The wind calmed.
You saw a man who you assumed caused all of the wind, because he was putting a scroll back into a scroll box. You yelled at him \"You, You there with the scroll!\" you scream this at him while running as fast as you could towards him.
He Turned. The man had fire in his eyes. You didn\'t care, you wanted revenge. \"You, Evil man of hell, you shall pay for the death of my friend!\" you yelled. The man smiled and reached of a sword in his pack.
Before he completely unshealthed his sword, you stuck him on the face with the back of your hand, sending him many feet back. He tried to laugh, disspite his pain. He fully unshealthed his sword and lunged at you. You took yours up into a defensive position and prepared for the on coming assault. He managed to hit you fairly hard, his sword putting a gash into yours, but you managed to keep your limbs.
You flipped backwards while throwing one of your arrow heads at him. The arrow head hit him in the lower leg. He yelped and pulled the head out and flung it right back at you. You felt a wetness on your cheek. You put your hand to it to see what it was, and you saw that the head had put a fairly deep cut onto your cheek.
He held his sword like a bat and started his next assault. You jumped backwards and got into a attack position. He just stood there. Staring. You stood there staring back.
You held the sword upward over your head closed your eyes, and jumped at him.
You hit nothing but dirt, your sword deeply imbedded into the ground. You saw that he had moved. He swung his sword at your blind side. You dropped to the ground as the sword missed you by mear centimeters. You turned and jumped at his feet, tackling him. You decided to end this. You crawled on top of him and took him by the hair, getting a good grip for what you were about to do. You put your hand on his chin, and quickly turned his head. Hearing the snap that was all too familiar. You knew you had conquered yet another foe.
You stood up, and walked away. You returned to Yliakum to brag in the bars about the victory that was yours just moments ago, and live life like nothing happened. You are a iron hearted man/woman. You live your life by conquering evil. You are a Warrior.
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