Weary Travelers (David)
Jun 4, 2015 16:52:31 GMT -5
Post by Brenton on Jun 4, 2015 16:52:31 GMT -5
It was a warm day, high above the clouds where the sun always shone, when suddenly a blur shot from the belly of one puffy white mass. The figure was moving fast enough that when a group of tired merchants looked up they could only tell it was not a humanoid. No. This was a dragon and she was furiously rocketed toward them like her life depended upon it. Just then, out of nowhere, ripped an inhuman screech and a bubbling gasp. All merchants turned to see a would be assailant being cut down by a young boy while his chums surrounded the lad.
Yet when a swordsman tried to aid the kid, he noticed that the youngling had weapons drawn already and was holding his own pretty decently. Try as they might, the bandits couldn't break through the defenses, until one lucky stroke from a falling man caught the boy in his thigh. All of the murderers jumped and soon were ready for the death blow...
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An older man, dressed not in real fine silks or satin but instead in wool and cotton, had rode upon a scene that caught his attention. A dragon sped toward a throng of bystanders who were watching a boy cut down many assassins and thieves. Then the unlucky shot struck and the half elf sprang into action. He called out to David mentally as he shot toward the boy. His sword, Undbitr, was drawn and at the ready when he blocked several attacks. Hopefully Brenton would gain help from his pupil in time to save this child.
Yet when a swordsman tried to aid the kid, he noticed that the youngling had weapons drawn already and was holding his own pretty decently. Try as they might, the bandits couldn't break through the defenses, until one lucky stroke from a falling man caught the boy in his thigh. All of the murderers jumped and soon were ready for the death blow...
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An older man, dressed not in real fine silks or satin but instead in wool and cotton, had rode upon a scene that caught his attention. A dragon sped toward a throng of bystanders who were watching a boy cut down many assassins and thieves. Then the unlucky shot struck and the half elf sprang into action. He called out to David mentally as he shot toward the boy. His sword, Undbitr, was drawn and at the ready when he blocked several attacks. Hopefully Brenton would gain help from his pupil in time to save this child.
