Gawyn's Horus stories

[Anpu]

Nice stories Ulixes and Gawyn.

[Malik2]

Night fell with the suddenness of a drunken dwarf falling off an overly large stool, err, a regular stool, and with all the grace.

At Samal, Sap joined the group adding his able sword to the mix. As the elves passed the desert traders, Sap sidled up to Aarisawan, “I would like to come back to your clan.”

“You would.” She said. “That’s great.” The huntress reached into her satchel and produced a patch, a uniform insignia of the White Company, and handed it to the burly barbarian.

“Thank you.” He said, then slipped back in the pack of runners. He came close to Ulixes. “Hello boss.” He said grinning.

“Hey Sap, back in the clan I see.” said the leader, doubtfully.

“Yes, I am, and I’d like to know when I can have a higher rank, I have done all the ranking tasks already.” He smiled. “And, when we get back I’d like to look in the bank.”

“You use us Sap, you use people.” Ulixes fixed his gaze at the younger man. “Is that the kind of person you want to be? Grasping. Destructive.”

Sap, taken aback, lost a step or two. “Wait a second I don’t use you.”

“I don’t know what happens in the other clans you and Noctis have been in, but I feel used. Look, we are both adults here, or at least one of us is...if you are in the clan for camaraderie, for honor, and for the things the clan is about, then you won’t mind sticking around for a while before you have access to the bank and higher rank.”

“When.” said the barbarian.

“I think maybe a month or two.”

“OK.” The barbarian said and jogged back toward the front of the pack. Drawing back even with Jaud, “Hey Jaud, old buddy, when we get back I’d like to look in that old bank for a lion’s…” Jaud’s hand went up cutting him off.

“I don’t think the bank is open to new recruits.”

“I’m not new.” protested Sap.

“If there is anyone new, it is you.” said Dingbat, sounding a little exasperated.

“Hmm.” said Sap. He jogged back toward the center.

“Aarisawan…” He said.

“Don’t even talk to me about the bank.” She said.

“No,” he said taking his patch off. “I just wanted to give you this.” He handed her his clan insignia and jogged away.

Desert sand turned to grass and dead trees as word came that Samal was back in Ignis hands. Up ahead the black mass of Menirah slowly separated itself from the night horizon. Standing at the center of the gate…not standing actually but in fact dancing directly above the gate, Dark Barbarian, shoulders moving, head bobbing back and forth.

Anpu took a cleansing breath, his ears wiggled a bit, testing the air, calculating aim for wind speed. Nocked an arrow and drew back full and let fly. It’s course adjusted for wind, slipped sideways and impacted with the dancing man’s metal codpiece, causing the barbarins hands to fly to his groin; that arrow was followed by Dingbat’s then Xia’s, then two more from Pallaama and Otava. The barbarian pitched sideways landing in the courtyard.

The four guards were quickly dispatched, and the barbarian and knight’s muscle quickly brought the door down. In a moment the castle was theirs. In another the Syrtians were out the gate and running into the night as mounted Ignis reached the just deserted fort and began to mechanically retake it.

Soon the group was at the stone bridge to Alsius

[Gawyn_Trakkand]

lol Sap never changes thats why he was kicked from my old clan :P

[AariEv]

Nice stories Malik.

Just so you know, I'm a marksman and you spelled my name wrong =P

[Malik2]

Yep, I am spelling all kinds of peoples names wrong. I'm lucky if I get my own name right.

[Malik2]

Part 6

Crossing the bridge into Alsius, the temperature dropped, and it seemed to the elves…that everything in Alsius was tight and shrunken, like a scrotum after a twenty minute ice bath. Which was, coincidently, the same thing the elves thought of dwarves and their wiry and kinky beards. Logically speaking if it was a more normal temperature dwarves would be, you know, a much more normal size.

Of course that kind of logic broke down when considering the bovine utghars. Philosophically two shriveled kinky haired dwarves standing next to an erect sleek utghar look like a complete unit, or a “twig and berries” as they say in Fisgael.

Silent-Thoughts was neither twig nor berry, though intimately familiar with both. At the sight of the elves crossing the bridge, she ducked behind the brown trunk of a nearby evergreen and disappeared. Pallaama Hunter and Otava rushed to the spot in time to miss the nordo hunter slipping away branches still at her passing snow completely undisturbed.

The elves ran on toward Imperia. The group had shed more members, now down to no more than twenty. The twin hunters Otava and Pallaama led the way, followed by Inquisition members Anpu and Xia. A cluster of warriors Rand Althor, Sap, Yadi, Tianwarr, Shrikant and Lorenz followed along with the robed figures of Nemus, Thenuviel, Turrican, and amanra, then Aarisawan, Clutter, and Rob the Knight with Jaud, Dingbat and Ulixes bringing up the rear.

To a man they knew taking Imperia would be easy. Getting out alive would be the hard part. Word came just then that Menirah had fallen back into ignis hands.

[Mbwana]

Silent Thought is a marks

really nice stories there Malik, well written (yet why the sudden philosophical narrative of the views of elves concerning their hairy neighbours? )

[Silent_Shadow]

Originally Posted by Mbwana

Silent Thought is a marks

Ulixes probably just missed putting the "-" in between instead of a space, cause i think Silent-Thoughts is a hunter

And nice story. I sorta liked the philosophical view, was funny. Write more please

[Malik2]

I could be wrong about marksmen and hunters. I forget all the time who is who and what is what.

Just to be sure I added in the hyphen.

[King_Of_Angmar]

Originally Posted by Silent_Shadow

Ulixes probably just missed putting the "-" in between instead of a space, cause i think Silent-Thoughts is a hunter

And nice story. I sorta liked the philosophical view, was funny. Write more please

Neh, Thought's is a marks too, but what difference does it make

Another great story, boss