Post by Slyfoot M'Zors on Sept 3, 2004 0:34:07 GMT -5
Slyfoot entered the tavern, shoving a Shadow Knight out of her way as she entered. “G’Zar! You know what to do, and don’t keep me waiting if you want to keep your tongue inside your mouth!” she ordered as she sat at her table in the corner. The knight turned towards her, sneering at this little dark elf’s impudence. He strutted towards her, puffing out his broad shoulders in an attempt to make them of equal size with his over-grown ego. He reached down and grabbed Slyfoot by the neck of her robe and pulled her in towards him. “I’d like some company tonight little girl,” he sneered at her. Slyfoot, not showing an ounce of intimidation glared back at him, her red eyes beaming.
“Don’t mess with me tonight, fool.” she spat.
“Why, what are you going to d…..” the knight choked as he felt the tip of Slyfoot’s dagger pressing against his neck. The knight released his grip, and backed away. Slyfoot, remained standing, glaring at the knight, as G’Zar, keeping his distance with a pint of ale, waited for the matter to settle. The knight, turned for the door, and shouted over his shoulder as he left. “Don’t think your little games will keep you safe, girl, your flesh will be mine upon the next time we meet.”<br>
Slyfoot gently sat herself down at her table, and waved G’Zar over, who all but ran to place her drink down in front of her. She swirled her dagger in the drink and then sucked the sour liquid off the blade between her lips. Placing the dagger back in it’s hidden position up her sleeve, Slyfoot eased back. “Finally, some time to myself,” she thought.
Just then, a skinny, mangled dark elf entered the tavern. His eyes darted about as if they had a will of their own, and desired to see everything all at once. He glanced over to Slyfoot, who merely sat back with a look upon her face as if to say, “Don’t you dare come over here, you filthy scum.” The foolish being didn’t head the warning, and walked lankily over to Slyfoot. She ignored him. He approached her, with a sick, drunken look in his eye, “Funny to find such a beautiful girl her at this time of night,” the dark elf said as he reached to touch Slyfoot’s face. The man winced in pain as Slyfoot caught his wrist in a pressure lock. “ I am really not in the mood for your insolence,” said Slyfoot, not looking at the man as she twisted his wrist tighter. The man spat at her, “Let go of me, twit.” Slyfoot spun around, eyes glowing, putting more and more pressure on the man’s wrist until he fell to his knees.
“Maybe you didn’t hear me correctly,” she hissed as the man’s wrist became closer to its breaking point.
He bent with the pain, “All right, ALL RIGHT! I’LL GO!”<br>Slyfoot released her grip as the man fell back, grasping his wrist. He climbed to his feet and stammered out the door.
Slyfoot looked down at her empty glass. “Things just are not going well tonight,” she thought as she looked over to where G’Zar was chatting with another customer.
“G’ZAR! How many times do I have to tell you, when my glass is empty it means one thing. THAT YOU SHOULD FILL IT!” G’Zar jumped as he heard the familiar voice ring in his ears. He rushed over filling Slyfoot’s glace almost to the brim as she watched him, her eyes burning with annoyance. She grabbed the ale and chugged it down, slamming the empty glass down on the wooden table. G’Zar ran over and filled it again. Slyfoot smirked, and picked up her newly refreshed cup and chugged another down, slamming it down again, as G’Zar ran back over to the table to refill it.
Mean while, the other customer seemed quite amused that such a small girl could so easily down so much ale. The tall dark elf swayed over to her table. He sat down from the seat across from her, a quirk in his eye.
“I see you can handle a lot. You want to play a little game?” the dark elf mused as he leaned in towards her.
“Oh, that might be fun,” scoffed Slyfoot as she finished the fourth, “or maybe I just want some PEACE AND QUITE!” Slyfoot threw the glass, shattering it on the floor, and stamped out of the tavern, completely irritated and annoyed.
She huffed down the streets of Neriak, heading for the gates of the city. She took a turn down one the of the ally ways, but stopped as she saw two burly dark elves steped in front of her, blocking her path.
“Hello there, pretty girl,” a voice from behind gloated. Slyfoot grit her teeth, and turned, fists clenched. It was the Shadow Knight from the tavern. “What are you going to do now? Can’t run, can’t hind…” the knight grinned as he stepped towards her. Slyfoot whipped out her wand, and before the two burly delf’s could think, Slyfoot captured the larger ones mind and set him on the other. With the two body guards occupied with each other, Slyfoot turned again to face the knight. “Nice little trick you have there,” he grunted, still advancing. Slyfoot waved her wand with expertise as she muttered the ancient words under her breath. The Knight froze in his tracks. Slyfoot could hear the un-charmed guard gagging for breath and she waved her hand, causing her pet guard to let the other fall to the ground gasping for breath. The knight glared at her, as he grabbed for his throwing knives. But before he could let them soar, Slyfoot cast another spell, causing pain to pulsate down the knight’s arms. Slyfoot aimed again, directing her wand towards the delf’s chest. One word, and he would be dead. She held it there for a moment, hearing the man breath in….out….in…..out….in…..out. Then she turned, making her pet knock himself out as she left. “Come back here pretty girl! We’re not done yet!” Cried the shadow knight.
“Patience…..patience….” mumbled Slyfoot to herself, as she left the gates of nerriak and disappeared into the night.
“Don’t mess with me tonight, fool.” she spat.
“Why, what are you going to d…..” the knight choked as he felt the tip of Slyfoot’s dagger pressing against his neck. The knight released his grip, and backed away. Slyfoot, remained standing, glaring at the knight, as G’Zar, keeping his distance with a pint of ale, waited for the matter to settle. The knight, turned for the door, and shouted over his shoulder as he left. “Don’t think your little games will keep you safe, girl, your flesh will be mine upon the next time we meet.”<br>
Slyfoot gently sat herself down at her table, and waved G’Zar over, who all but ran to place her drink down in front of her. She swirled her dagger in the drink and then sucked the sour liquid off the blade between her lips. Placing the dagger back in it’s hidden position up her sleeve, Slyfoot eased back. “Finally, some time to myself,” she thought.
Just then, a skinny, mangled dark elf entered the tavern. His eyes darted about as if they had a will of their own, and desired to see everything all at once. He glanced over to Slyfoot, who merely sat back with a look upon her face as if to say, “Don’t you dare come over here, you filthy scum.” The foolish being didn’t head the warning, and walked lankily over to Slyfoot. She ignored him. He approached her, with a sick, drunken look in his eye, “Funny to find such a beautiful girl her at this time of night,” the dark elf said as he reached to touch Slyfoot’s face. The man winced in pain as Slyfoot caught his wrist in a pressure lock. “ I am really not in the mood for your insolence,” said Slyfoot, not looking at the man as she twisted his wrist tighter. The man spat at her, “Let go of me, twit.” Slyfoot spun around, eyes glowing, putting more and more pressure on the man’s wrist until he fell to his knees.
“Maybe you didn’t hear me correctly,” she hissed as the man’s wrist became closer to its breaking point.
He bent with the pain, “All right, ALL RIGHT! I’LL GO!”<br>Slyfoot released her grip as the man fell back, grasping his wrist. He climbed to his feet and stammered out the door.
Slyfoot looked down at her empty glass. “Things just are not going well tonight,” she thought as she looked over to where G’Zar was chatting with another customer.
“G’ZAR! How many times do I have to tell you, when my glass is empty it means one thing. THAT YOU SHOULD FILL IT!” G’Zar jumped as he heard the familiar voice ring in his ears. He rushed over filling Slyfoot’s glace almost to the brim as she watched him, her eyes burning with annoyance. She grabbed the ale and chugged it down, slamming the empty glass down on the wooden table. G’Zar ran over and filled it again. Slyfoot smirked, and picked up her newly refreshed cup and chugged another down, slamming it down again, as G’Zar ran back over to the table to refill it.
Mean while, the other customer seemed quite amused that such a small girl could so easily down so much ale. The tall dark elf swayed over to her table. He sat down from the seat across from her, a quirk in his eye.
“I see you can handle a lot. You want to play a little game?” the dark elf mused as he leaned in towards her.
“Oh, that might be fun,” scoffed Slyfoot as she finished the fourth, “or maybe I just want some PEACE AND QUITE!” Slyfoot threw the glass, shattering it on the floor, and stamped out of the tavern, completely irritated and annoyed.
She huffed down the streets of Neriak, heading for the gates of the city. She took a turn down one the of the ally ways, but stopped as she saw two burly dark elves steped in front of her, blocking her path.
“Hello there, pretty girl,” a voice from behind gloated. Slyfoot grit her teeth, and turned, fists clenched. It was the Shadow Knight from the tavern. “What are you going to do now? Can’t run, can’t hind…” the knight grinned as he stepped towards her. Slyfoot whipped out her wand, and before the two burly delf’s could think, Slyfoot captured the larger ones mind and set him on the other. With the two body guards occupied with each other, Slyfoot turned again to face the knight. “Nice little trick you have there,” he grunted, still advancing. Slyfoot waved her wand with expertise as she muttered the ancient words under her breath. The Knight froze in his tracks. Slyfoot could hear the un-charmed guard gagging for breath and she waved her hand, causing her pet guard to let the other fall to the ground gasping for breath. The knight glared at her, as he grabbed for his throwing knives. But before he could let them soar, Slyfoot cast another spell, causing pain to pulsate down the knight’s arms. Slyfoot aimed again, directing her wand towards the delf’s chest. One word, and he would be dead. She held it there for a moment, hearing the man breath in….out….in…..out….in…..out. Then she turned, making her pet knock himself out as she left. “Come back here pretty girl! We’re not done yet!” Cried the shadow knight.
“Patience…..patience….” mumbled Slyfoot to herself, as she left the gates of nerriak and disappeared into the night.
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