by CaptainCommando » Sat Aug 10, 2002 11:57 am
A man strides purposefully through the night towards the tavern where the meeting was taking place, his red cloak wrapped loosely around his shoulders, billowing behind him as he moved. The man, Samen Andrill, had heard about the demon's that had been appearing around the area, and had immediatly offered his services in whatever was needed.
Ha! Demons! Now there's a challenge for the great Samen Andrill! Samen thought confidently, he had never killed a demon, much less seen one, but he was sure that they would be just the thing to catapult him into infamy! Yes, you poor people! I shall save you from the evil demons!
He walked right towards the tavern door and was stunned when the doorman stepped in his way. He had expected to be granted instant acess to the meeting area.
"Excuse me sir, I need your name, there is a meeting going on inside and only certain people are allowed in." The doorman said, a hint of boredom in his voice.
Samen sneered and brushed back his long, silver hair, "You don't recognize me!? Well, I suppose it is too much to expect of a lowly doorman to recognize someone of my skill," The doorman opened his mouth to say something but Samen cut him off, "I am Samen Andrill, soldier for hire, fighter extrordinare! I..." suddenly Samen felt the now familiar twisting, tingling feeling through his body. He yelped and pulled his cloak close around his body to hide it and put up his hood, falling silent. Strangely his whole body seemed to have gotten smaller.
The doorman blinked and shook his head at the odd display, he looked down at the list then back up to see the hood of Samen's cloak completely hiding his face, "Well your 'mighty lordship', you are on the list, go on in and take care that your ego doesn't get stuck in the doorway."
Samen simply grumbled, in a voice that sounded a little too soft, and walked in, biting back an insult as he passed the doorman. Stupid witch! Stupid curse! If I ever find her again, I'll... Samen's thoughts drifted off to those of terrible vengeance as he walked towards an empty table.
Samen sat down lightly, his small sneer of contempt hidden by his hood, as he listened to the others discussing the demon appearances. Illusions of grandeur filtered through his head as his mind turned from thoughts of vengeance to thoughts of fame and demon slaying.
Edited by: [url=http://pub30.ezboard.com/brpgww60462.showLocalUserPublicProfile?login=captaincommando>CaptainCommando</A] at: 8/11/02 3:18:50 am