09-07-2007, 06:08 AM
Atreides awakes the following morning with his head at the foot of his bed and his feet on the pillows. "That was a rough night", he thinks to himself. Atreides slowly gets prepared for the day by first unsheathing his sword and sharpening it and then inspecting his cloak and robes for any rips from his travels. Once satisfied at the condition of his clothing and the sharpness of his blade, he heads downstairs and pays the lovely woman for his night's stay, plus an extra night, telling her to keep the room as he left it.
Atreides walks out of the Inn and sees the sun already high in the sky and begins on a slow run to the north-west. It had been some time since he last went for a run and he was unaccustomed to running long distance with his sword, which began weighing him down.
Part way into the forest Atreides hears someone talking in a hushed voice ahead of him. Atreides slows down and crouches behind some bush not even 20 meters from the source of the low voice. All of a sudden a scream issues from where Atreides had placed the voice. Had it not been for his intense discipline trainings, Atreides too would have screamed in return and revealed his position.
"Who is eaves dropping on me?" asks the voice in a deep, evil sounding voice. Atreides slows his breathing so as to not reveal his position from his labored breathing.
"Who is eaves dropping on me?" asks the man again with growing frustration. Atreides cautiously unsheathes his sword incase he has the need to protect himself from this man.
"Por Ort Grav," bellows the deep voice. As a reaction to what Atreides thinks as a war cry, he stands upright with his sword held out in front of him ready to defend against any foe. Atreides is forced to sheild his eyes as a bright flash of light appears out of nowhere. It was as if the trees were uprooted and he were standing in the bright light of the desert sun.
"Ah!" Atreides screams as the lightning is channeled through his sword and into his hands. Atreides drops his sword to the ground and pulls out a dagger from his side and throws it at the source of the bright light. There is a soft thud followed by a scream that fills the forest air.
Atreides stoops down, and with the folds of his cloak picks up his sword fearing to once again sear his hands. Surprisingly, the blade is again cold to his touch. Atreides sheathes his sword and runs faster then before back to the town of Britain.
"Who could do magic that powerful?" Atreides thinks to himself as the events at the bar and his attacker's fire ball that narrowly missed him the previous night flood his mind. Atreides can hear loud footsteps following him and knows he is being followed. Atreides wills himself to run faster and can see the edge of Britain less then 100 meters away. Panting heavily, Atreides rushes into the city screaming for the town guards. As if out of thin air, three guards appear surrounding Atreides. The one standing directly infront of him demands to know why they were summoned.
Atreides answers; "Some... one... a..ttac...ked... me...". Upon hearing the broken syllables, which form the word "attacked" the guards almost simultaneously draw their swords and begin muttering enchantments.
A blue gate appears infront of Atreides and he is huriedly shoved in by one of the guards who tell him he will be safe here. Atreides steps through and finds himself back in the room of his Inn. Atreides collapses on the bed thinking to himself that he might of died had the lightning not hit his ancient sword first...
Atreides walks out of the Inn and sees the sun already high in the sky and begins on a slow run to the north-west. It had been some time since he last went for a run and he was unaccustomed to running long distance with his sword, which began weighing him down.
Part way into the forest Atreides hears someone talking in a hushed voice ahead of him. Atreides slows down and crouches behind some bush not even 20 meters from the source of the low voice. All of a sudden a scream issues from where Atreides had placed the voice. Had it not been for his intense discipline trainings, Atreides too would have screamed in return and revealed his position.
"Who is eaves dropping on me?" asks the voice in a deep, evil sounding voice. Atreides slows his breathing so as to not reveal his position from his labored breathing.
"Who is eaves dropping on me?" asks the man again with growing frustration. Atreides cautiously unsheathes his sword incase he has the need to protect himself from this man.
"Por Ort Grav," bellows the deep voice. As a reaction to what Atreides thinks as a war cry, he stands upright with his sword held out in front of him ready to defend against any foe. Atreides is forced to sheild his eyes as a bright flash of light appears out of nowhere. It was as if the trees were uprooted and he were standing in the bright light of the desert sun.
"Ah!" Atreides screams as the lightning is channeled through his sword and into his hands. Atreides drops his sword to the ground and pulls out a dagger from his side and throws it at the source of the bright light. There is a soft thud followed by a scream that fills the forest air.
Atreides stoops down, and with the folds of his cloak picks up his sword fearing to once again sear his hands. Surprisingly, the blade is again cold to his touch. Atreides sheathes his sword and runs faster then before back to the town of Britain.
"Who could do magic that powerful?" Atreides thinks to himself as the events at the bar and his attacker's fire ball that narrowly missed him the previous night flood his mind. Atreides can hear loud footsteps following him and knows he is being followed. Atreides wills himself to run faster and can see the edge of Britain less then 100 meters away. Panting heavily, Atreides rushes into the city screaming for the town guards. As if out of thin air, three guards appear surrounding Atreides. The one standing directly infront of him demands to know why they were summoned.
Atreides answers; "Some... one... a..ttac...ked... me...". Upon hearing the broken syllables, which form the word "attacked" the guards almost simultaneously draw their swords and begin muttering enchantments.
A blue gate appears infront of Atreides and he is huriedly shoved in by one of the guards who tell him he will be safe here. Atreides steps through and finds himself back in the room of his Inn. Atreides collapses on the bed thinking to himself that he might of died had the lightning not hit his ancient sword first...