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Stumbling through the Forest,gasping for breath...running,always running,trying to get away but never succeeding.This is his life story.
"Damn."He swore silently,struggling to slow his breathing and racing heart."They found me again," He thought,"How do they keep finding me?"It was the middle of the night and he was in the lofty branches of a ghost tree.Peering cautiosly through the leaves and branches he saw the Hunters:a Dark Elf and a Wizard.THE Wizard.The Wizard who has been hunting him for two years.Thinking quickly,he opened his bag and took out the Book.He curled his right hand into a fist and pointed it at the wizard.Reading the words out loud from the Book,a fountain of black ooze erupted from his knuckles and shot toward the Hunters.bad idea.the wizard quickly sensed the use of sorcery and cast a magic arrow toward him.he ducked,but not quick enough.it caught against his right ear and sent him and the Book spinning out of the tree.The Wizard came up to him and quickly broke his invisability charm necklace.He splayed his fingers once again and mutterred a few words.Black ooze erupted from his palms which quickly immobilized the wizard.he never notced the dark elf sneaking up behind him until it was too late.The steel was cold inside his skin,and his muscles tightend as the metal was stabbed into his left arm.warm blood dripped onto the ground, soaking his shirt and staining the pages of the Book.He cryed out but his voice was muffled against a cloth,and when he felt a hard object hit his head everything went black...... | | He was awake a while later with a sore head and a gaping hole in his upper left arm,immense pain was everywhere and the blood on his arm had crusted over.how long had he been unconscious?an hour? two hours? a day? it was impossible to tell.he was on his back in a large crate which he guessed was on top of a wagon.he moved to sitting position noticing that there was a slight clinking sound whenever he moved.Chains,guessing quickly he assumed the Hunters must have covered the crate with a cloth and latched it down with chains.suddenly he heard something else.footsteps.as the heavy footfalls grew louder he started to hear voices."I cant believe Magnus would go through so much trouble to get one person,this guy doesnt even have a summoning orb."The voice was deep.He guessed him to be atleast six feet tall."Yeah, agreed the other person,TWENTY bounty hunters were called all the way here from base to get one person?magnus must think this guy is the most high king or something.the voices faded off before he could hear anything else.twenty? he thought ill never be able to defeat that many warriors.with a sigh he rested his head against the wood and nodded off to sleep. | He was awakened with the clash of steel against steel.whats happening?he thought suddenly alert.with a start he noticed that that the crate was leaning slightly to the left,Something must have loosened the chains,he thought.rocking the crate he fell off the wagon.he landed roughly,on his left side.biting his lip he choked out his cry so that the Hunters woudnt hear him.rolling onto his back he kicked up at the slats,it splintered after the sixth kick sending wood raining on his face.he was blinded by the sudden bright light,blinking rapidly he slowly regained his eyesight.standing up he hastily scanned the area and saw mass chaos.the bounty hunters were being ambushed.how ironic he thought, the hunters are being hunted.they were fighting near a farmyard,so he ran to the barn and grabbed the nearest metal weapon and rushed back to the battle.the ambush was at the deciding point of the battle,and it seemed that the ambushers were losing.his face grim he rushed into the battle and stabbed a knight lord in the back with his weapon.without the guidance of their leader the knight troops quickly fled the battle,after that the ambushers were able to defeat the remaining bounty hunters.then there was a flash.a teleporting scroll,he realized.the wizard who captured me must have gotten away.he sank down to the ground exhausted,his wound had opened up again and his ears were pounding like drums.right before he fell from sheer exhaustion he heard a voice."Interesting weapon he used in that fight,very interesting."it was then that he realized what weapon he had been holding.
It was a scythe. | It was mid morning when he awoke,his arm wound was bandaged tightly and covered with blood.hello?he called.nobody answered.
glancing around he noticed the scythe he used yesterday next to the mat he was sleeping on.there were other patients in the large tent he was in.Getting up was painful and slipping on the note on the groung hurt even more.cracking his head on the wall he fell heavily on the floor.he got back up again and picked up the note.reading it quickly he picked up his scythe and walked out the flap that served as a door.it was night outside and he was in a large camp.outside of the medical room there were two gaurds,one on each side of the door.Motioning for him to follow them they started off into the night,walking quickly they soon reached a different tent which was illuminated by a lamp inside of the tent.The gaurds posted themselves outside the tent and stood at attention.he walked slowly toward the tent,keeping a firm grip on his scythe incase there was danger in the tent."Come in"he heard a voice call from inside,"No need for weapons though."Lowering the weapon but still holding on to it he ducked into the tent careful not to let the blade catch on the tent fabric.
"You dont trust me?"inside was an elf,garbed in full thief attire.around him were weapons,swords,knives,maces,bows,clubs,
axes, and magical staffs.every one of them were enchanted for fire and piercing.he ignored the question."I read your note,where is the Book?"Reaching into the folds of his theif maskrobe the elf brought out the black book that started all of his troubles."How did you know that this Book was mine?"
"The pages are green,"replied the elf
glancing at the Book in his hands he noticed that the pages were really green."What the hell did that wizard do to my Book?!?"
"You dont know?"asked the elf in surprise.
"What are you talking about?" Instead of an answer the elf pointed at his left arm where the dark elf had wounded him.turning his head slowly he looked at the bandaged wound.what he saw made him recoil in disgust and horror.his bandaged wound was crusted over with green blood. | let's see here...
A scythe, green blood, possible death...
Necromancers ftw! XD |
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