Post by Zeke on Apr 1, 2006 3:23:38 GMT -5
This time the main character is Claw, a knight married to Jazz of Carmine Tower who was wounded in the battle for Masbolle when CLaws twin brother summoned the daeoms of ehll and Claw himself transformed into a daemon. Unfortunately, he lost control and nearly killed Jazz, but then burst from the monsters chest and defeated him. This is a couple of months after. (Form another rpg. This is also a possible story)
Claw lay in bed, eyes closed but awake, listening to the sounds of the fief. Hearing the sounds of footsteps padding down the stairs he sighed to himself, and shook his head. No doubt who that was. Sitting up slowly and quietly he got dressed, and slipped some padded socks on for extra quietness.
She was too restless. Five broken ribs is no small injury, and to try to carry on anyway? Madness. Quite like him, come to think of it, which was probably one of the reasons he loved her, because she never gave up, but still. Now he was quite glad that he'd set that spell on himself, otherwise he wouldn't even have known.
Padding out of the room, he quickly surveyed the halls. No sign of other awake people, which was good, and no sign of assassins.
You're getting paranoid. He told himself, but smiled nonetheless. Even though Bael had been banished to that strange half death place, his brother would be able to escape. Sliding down the banisters, something which he had not done for several years now, he landed silently on the hallway floor.
Listening carefully for sounds, he heard a slight thud upstairs, which he ignored. It was possible he had woken someone up, but Jazz was more important. Hearing a sound from the kitchen, Claw slipped over to the door to see Jazz lunging with a sword. It was clearly painful, and she nearly dropped it.
Claw walked in and put his hands on her shoulders, softly and quietly
“Guess who.”
He whispered, before walking around her, and looking into her eyes.
“You really shouldn’t y’know. Follow the healer’s orders. We don’t want you to get hurt further.”
He smiled sadly at her, but still listened for sounds. Yep, somebody was definitely awake upstairs. Ah well. He’d say sorry in the morning.
Claw lay in bed, eyes closed but awake, listening to the sounds of the fief. Hearing the sounds of footsteps padding down the stairs he sighed to himself, and shook his head. No doubt who that was. Sitting up slowly and quietly he got dressed, and slipped some padded socks on for extra quietness.
She was too restless. Five broken ribs is no small injury, and to try to carry on anyway? Madness. Quite like him, come to think of it, which was probably one of the reasons he loved her, because she never gave up, but still. Now he was quite glad that he'd set that spell on himself, otherwise he wouldn't even have known.
Padding out of the room, he quickly surveyed the halls. No sign of other awake people, which was good, and no sign of assassins.
You're getting paranoid. He told himself, but smiled nonetheless. Even though Bael had been banished to that strange half death place, his brother would be able to escape. Sliding down the banisters, something which he had not done for several years now, he landed silently on the hallway floor.
Listening carefully for sounds, he heard a slight thud upstairs, which he ignored. It was possible he had woken someone up, but Jazz was more important. Hearing a sound from the kitchen, Claw slipped over to the door to see Jazz lunging with a sword. It was clearly painful, and she nearly dropped it.
Claw walked in and put his hands on her shoulders, softly and quietly
“Guess who.”
He whispered, before walking around her, and looking into her eyes.
“You really shouldn’t y’know. Follow the healer’s orders. We don’t want you to get hurt further.”
He smiled sadly at her, but still listened for sounds. Yep, somebody was definitely awake upstairs. Ah well. He’d say sorry in the morning.