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Post by Alan on Oct 2, 2007 12:03:25 GMT -6
Three soldiers walked out of the pub, throroughly intoxicated. Their faces were grim, each of them had lost a lot friends lately.
'Hey, you at the end of the bar. You're a soldier, aren't you? Shouldn't you be flying off with the rest of 'm?' The barkeeper walked over to the last man remaining in the inn who had been sipping tea quitly. 'For me this war has ended.' 'Yeah, I know what you mean. I just hope all of this leads to peace!' Alan's eyes flashed at that comment. He had been using that excuse for months now: all is forgiven as long as it leads to peace. He unravelled the letter again. It said that Rath wanted too meet up here, and that he would know when Alan showed. it had been in his brothers's handwriting, but it was most likely a trap. I could have ignored it... But that would have been a coward's decision. I will know the truth Still training dictated that you should have back up in a undertaking like this.
Yet Alan felt that this was something he should do alone. A strong wind entered the pub when the door opened again. Here we go...
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Post by Alan on Oct 2, 2007 23:25:24 GMT -6
A company of men who seemed to be Bern soldiers entered the pub. Most of them went to sit down at a table but one of them went over to the counter. 'Excuse me, sir. You wouldn't happen to be Alan, would you.' 'Sorry pal, wrong guy.' 'I see... I f you he comes through here could you tell him that his brother asked for him and will be staying at the-'. Rath Rath stopped talking because man had slowly stepped off his seat, the cloak falling of him and was now looking him straight in the eye. No wonder, I didn't recognise him. Alan thought. He looks and talks like him but those eyes... Their not human. Alan drew his sword and quickly all the soldier that had entered followed suit. Rath merely stood their, seemingly unaware of the hostility. 'Brother...?'
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Post by Alan on Oct 3, 2007 9:02:46 GMT -6
The first man that charged at him Alan grabbed and threw right over the counter, smashing him into the beer. Two more tried to attack him from two different directions but Alan made a full 360 with his Steel Blade, cutting them both. Then, he went onto the offensive himself putting all his weight behind the Steel Blade and Smashing into another, his blood filled the table. Alan turned to see two run out of the inn and then saw Rath. His eyes lingered only for a moment but that was enough for the remaining combatant to charge at him and cut into his left arm. Alan kicked the man away from him and flung his Steel Lance after him, a cry of pain assured Alan that he had hit home.
After a moment Alan got up again. Left and right his victims were either unconcious too badly injured or dead. He knew he had to get out of here. He was losing blood and the two soldiers that had escaped would surely be back but first he had to finish what he came her to do.
Rath had remained stationary the entire time. 'Brother, what are you doing?' it doesn't appear to even have a brian... Why am I so disappointed? Would i really have preferred it if they had truly resurrected Rath to manipulate him? Alan felt sick with himself and threw his anger onto the thing. The bartender let out another wail of terror has Alan sword came down again and cut the beings head off.
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Post by Alan on Oct 3, 2007 15:10:18 GMT -6
Never again... Alan was lost in though as he left the inn. He was only a few metre's away from his wyvern when it hit him that he wasn't alone. He looked around him and his eyes grew wide with fear. Lord Murdock! off all the accursed luck! He looked around, the sky had several Wyvern Riders in it... But that still wasn't what caught his attention. He slowly turned around and looked up. On the taverns roof stood a figure blocking the sun. Too small for a soldier, but everything about him suggested speed, Alan learned how too judge that from his Sacean friends. He was completely cornered, so he had no choice but too fight his way out...
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Post by Alan on Oct 4, 2007 5:13:56 GMT -6
For a whole minute the scene was frozen. Then everything started going at light speed. Murdock started running toward him, the wyverns closed in around Alan. The assassin jumped off the tavern and Alan made a desperate rush for his Wyvern. He jump onto it and took off. In his haste however he had disregarded his bleeding arm and he gave the wyvern the wrong command. The Assassin past him in midair and a cringing sound came as his knive ran along Alan's armor.
Alan was now in the air and he focused his attention on the wyvern riders. Quickly he led them to the clouds.
'He's using the fog and clouds to cover his position... There!' The eager soldier threw his javelin at what was actually his comrade while Alan jumped behind him and silenced him quietly.
One by one the wyvern riders came crashing from the sky while Murdock and the Assassin waited. Eventually Alan himself landed, smirking. 'you people aren't going to take me down in a fight of this low caliber.'
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Post by Alan on Oct 4, 2007 5:27:04 GMT -6
Murdocks face remained indifferent so Alan turned to the Assassin who seemed infuriated with the demise of his comrades. 'You're only capable of looking down on people like this, you're only fighting to satify your ego!' The assasin got a hold of himself and added. 'If you're going to fihght anyone, fight me and no one else.' Alan looked back at Murdock who didn't seem to have any intention of intervening. 'You're absolutly right.' Alan discarded his lance and slid of his wyvern. The assassin got ready to run at him. 'Are you prepared for the worst, Alan?' 'Off course I am, but this time I won't go easy on you.' 'Enough talk.' The Assassin took off while Alan merely smiled and remained stationary.
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Post by Alan on Oct 4, 2007 9:41:46 GMT -6
Alan and the Bernian were locked in a mortal struggle and found that they were equal. The Assassins knives were little more then silver shades moving through the air, Alan had managed to keep up so far with his superior armor.
'Not working too well, his left arm. ' The assassin noted. He's caught on. Alan's sword worked double swifts to defends both his sides as his left arm was losing blood rapidly. But Alan had always been a lefty and was paying the price. 'And now victory will be MINE!' The assassin had seen an opening and moved in to finish the traitor off.
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Post by Alan on Oct 4, 2007 9:58:01 GMT -6
Much to the Assassin's suprise Alan let go of his gun and jumped out of range, hell he even seemed to be flying. 'Ah!' The assassin looked up and saw the massive Wyvern dome over him. Alan grabbed onto it's paw and kicked his enemy on the head. 'If you're gonna fight with me, you'd best be ready to fight dirty!' Alan worked his way up his wyvern and grabbed the lance that he had left there. He then turned to see that Murdock was no longer standing where Alan had last seen him. 'Up! Quickly! Up!' But it was too late. Murdock grabbed the wyverns paw right after him and started pulling him down. The Assassin used his large partner too climb up unto the Wyvern and face Alan again. Alan jumped off his wyvern and turned around a second too late. Murdocks fist smashed the conciousness clean out of him.
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