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3rd Bard's Story

Torpid · 2006-01-04T22:59:02Z

Ok, i have rewrotten this whole 3rd section (if anybody even remembers the first two)so if u like it tell me and i might continue the story. Also, i dont know how to introduce Thavyr into the story if you care to help me with that. The assassin entered a small tavern minutes later, dressed in comfortable black cloth, his cat suit and weapons stored in a back pack slung over his shoulders. . It was a poor, nearly vacant tavern, and in need of many repairs. There was a small, gray haired man at the bar, intent upon his aged leather bound book. Apart from he there were two other figures, one dressed in a dark blue jacket seated in the corner and the other leaning on a table across from the fire. The man by the fire was the largest man Banzai had ever seen, a barbarian with a long tangled mane of dark brown hair, topping out his height at a near eight-feet. Clad in an animal hide cloak and dark leathers, he carried only a small pack (small by his standards that is) and an overly large double headed axe. Looped into his belt was a smaller but still quite heavy throwing axe with which he was dead accurate. His name was Mal-Havoc and he was the only friend Banzai Shimtoto had ever had, wanted, or needed. The man seated in the corner of the room looked up at Banzai immediately and, after receiving a nod from the assassin, quickly shuffled out of the tavern into the cold white streets. Havoc grabbed his things and strode over to the door, pulled up the hood of his cloak and exited with his companion. The two mounted their horses at the stables, and rode off down the silent street. When they had reached the city gates, a young man emerged from the gatehouse, armored in aged ring mail and carrying a second hand spear. A sword lay at his side. He looked uncertain as he gazed up at he mounted barbarian, “Is there something you need?” he asked sheepishly. Banzai answered, “We wish to be getting on, if you could open the gates.” The young guard hurried over to the thick wooden doors and lifted the bolt locks upon it. The two men galloped away from the city, their business finished. An hour or so later (very late at night it was) they made camp and a fire under the frosted canopy of the woodlands.

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Wed Feb 01, 2006 2:44 pm

Torpid says... · Wed Feb 01, 2006 2:44 pm

Thanx all, im at skool, ill post the next when i can
~Torpid

Ive made plans for this story, when i get time the next will come. Thanx for being patient.

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