Post by Kalysta on Oct 10, 2004 10:08:32 GMT -5
As Kalysta stepped onto the sandy dock in Freeport, she noticed that not much had changed in the three months she had been living in exile in Hazinak.
As a result of her meddling with the affairs of men and elves, she was sent to Hazinak to become more in tune with her dark kindred, and - much to her detriment - the exile had done its job beautifully.
As she strolled the plaza, stopping here and there to look at a finely crafted weapon or a new spell she had not seen before, Kalysta noticed a shadowy figure following her at a distance. Preparing herself mentally for the physical confrontation she was sure would ensue, Kalysta casually cast her skeletal guard and turned down a dark back alley.
As she had guessed, the shadowy figure approached, slowly at first, and than moving quickly with grace, leapt to the roof above her. Blind sided by the unexpected technique, Kalysta moved quickly into casting range and began to quickly mumble the spell of Arcane Grounding. The idea was to root her foe to the rooftop, and than send her guard in for the kill.
Unfortunately, things didnt go quite as planned, and - leaping from the rooftop - her assassin landed behind her, one hand holding her arms to her waist while the other held a blade to her throat.
"And to think your father was worried about your growing abilities, young miss," the voice hissed from just behind her right ear, "He is a fool! I have yet to fail in the hunt.. and today shall be no acception."
As he pulls his arm back to deliver the fatal blow, Kalysta whispers something into his ear, and - letting the knife go first - her captor falls to the ground, stone dead.
"Now, what were you saying?" she says, smirking wickedly, "Such a waste it seems though.. you were a worthy advasary - if only in your mind."
Stepping over his corpse, she continues on her way to the stables. In her head, she begins to think of all the things she has learned in the past months, unfettered by the worries of the heart and the like she had grown quite powerful. Perhaps even strong enough to challenge her father for his position.... before she could spend another moment relishing the vision of her in the Dominary's robes, a hand clamped down hard on her shoulder.
Spinning around wildly, staff glowing brightly, she meets the eyes of a small courier, carrying a note apparantly addressed to her. She thanks the courier, sending him on his way, visibly dissappointed at her lack of gratuity.
Opening the seal on the back of the parchment, Kalysta immediately recognizes the writting within. It is Slyfoot's handwritting, and as she reads, her eyes well with hot tears of fury...
Many hours later, in the Smiling Serpant, Kalysta sits at a table, quite drunk - reminicing about her friend.
"This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you, Sly..." she whispers, slurring only slightly.
Ordering her tenth or twentieth ale of the night, Kalysta watches the other patrons with great interest. In the corner, she sees two ogres discussing something of great importance in low hushed tones. To her right, a few tables over, a human man comes in alone and sits with his pint. As she prepares to leave, gathering her cloak and gloves from the chair next to her, she is suddenly stopped dead in her tracks.
Standing in front of the inn, his back to her is an elf she recognizes all too well. The one they called Jwiz, the one Sly had fought with on more than one occassion. The one who had been evesdropping on her in the inn while Wilkens and her mother tended to her wounds. The scars still burned occassionally, but not as wildly as the hate which now burned in her heart.
Someone must pay for Slyfoot's death.. and who better than her oldest enemy? Rising from her chair, Kalysta leaves her cloak and gloves where they lie and stalks purposefully toward the door.
Her heavy oak staff brightly glowing now, she exits the inn and stares at her quarry. Slowly, the elf turns to face her. Giving him no chance to strike her down first, Kalysta lunges at him, dagger in one hand, staff in the other - and knocks both of them to the ground.
For a moment, they wrestle for control of the dagger, her staff having been knocked away in the fall - first her straddling his midsection and pummeling him with one hand as she stabs wildly with the other. Than he flips her over onto her stomach in the sand, holding her arms behind her back and forcing the dagger from her grip.
"Now, before I kill you, do you have anything to say?" He asks in a snarky tone
"Yes... let me go." she spits at him from over her shoulder, "I know who you are, and I know what you did to her..."
"Her? Her who?" he asks, now completely confused.
"Sly, you dirty elven fool!" Kalysta screams, wrestling against his grip on her wrists, "You drove her to her death! She... she..."
Her emotions getting the better of her at last, Kalysta breaks into violent sobs, collapsing to her knees in the sand. Jwiz lets her hands go, but keeps the dagger - you can never truly trust a delf after all.
Leaving her to mourn, he begins to walk away, and is stopped only when he hears her whimper behind him.
"She was my only real friend, you know." He says, not looking back, "I may have hunted her once, true, but now i mourn her passing..."
Not waiting for a response, he drops her dagger to the sand and continues on his way, leaving the girl distraught and angry, still crying.
(send me a IM if theres anything i can do to fix this or if your not happy with it J
As a result of her meddling with the affairs of men and elves, she was sent to Hazinak to become more in tune with her dark kindred, and - much to her detriment - the exile had done its job beautifully.
As she strolled the plaza, stopping here and there to look at a finely crafted weapon or a new spell she had not seen before, Kalysta noticed a shadowy figure following her at a distance. Preparing herself mentally for the physical confrontation she was sure would ensue, Kalysta casually cast her skeletal guard and turned down a dark back alley.
As she had guessed, the shadowy figure approached, slowly at first, and than moving quickly with grace, leapt to the roof above her. Blind sided by the unexpected technique, Kalysta moved quickly into casting range and began to quickly mumble the spell of Arcane Grounding. The idea was to root her foe to the rooftop, and than send her guard in for the kill.
Unfortunately, things didnt go quite as planned, and - leaping from the rooftop - her assassin landed behind her, one hand holding her arms to her waist while the other held a blade to her throat.
"And to think your father was worried about your growing abilities, young miss," the voice hissed from just behind her right ear, "He is a fool! I have yet to fail in the hunt.. and today shall be no acception."
As he pulls his arm back to deliver the fatal blow, Kalysta whispers something into his ear, and - letting the knife go first - her captor falls to the ground, stone dead.
"Now, what were you saying?" she says, smirking wickedly, "Such a waste it seems though.. you were a worthy advasary - if only in your mind."
Stepping over his corpse, she continues on her way to the stables. In her head, she begins to think of all the things she has learned in the past months, unfettered by the worries of the heart and the like she had grown quite powerful. Perhaps even strong enough to challenge her father for his position.... before she could spend another moment relishing the vision of her in the Dominary's robes, a hand clamped down hard on her shoulder.
Spinning around wildly, staff glowing brightly, she meets the eyes of a small courier, carrying a note apparantly addressed to her. She thanks the courier, sending him on his way, visibly dissappointed at her lack of gratuity.
Opening the seal on the back of the parchment, Kalysta immediately recognizes the writting within. It is Slyfoot's handwritting, and as she reads, her eyes well with hot tears of fury...
Many hours later, in the Smiling Serpant, Kalysta sits at a table, quite drunk - reminicing about her friend.
"This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you, Sly..." she whispers, slurring only slightly.
Ordering her tenth or twentieth ale of the night, Kalysta watches the other patrons with great interest. In the corner, she sees two ogres discussing something of great importance in low hushed tones. To her right, a few tables over, a human man comes in alone and sits with his pint. As she prepares to leave, gathering her cloak and gloves from the chair next to her, she is suddenly stopped dead in her tracks.
Standing in front of the inn, his back to her is an elf she recognizes all too well. The one they called Jwiz, the one Sly had fought with on more than one occassion. The one who had been evesdropping on her in the inn while Wilkens and her mother tended to her wounds. The scars still burned occassionally, but not as wildly as the hate which now burned in her heart.
Someone must pay for Slyfoot's death.. and who better than her oldest enemy? Rising from her chair, Kalysta leaves her cloak and gloves where they lie and stalks purposefully toward the door.
Her heavy oak staff brightly glowing now, she exits the inn and stares at her quarry. Slowly, the elf turns to face her. Giving him no chance to strike her down first, Kalysta lunges at him, dagger in one hand, staff in the other - and knocks both of them to the ground.
For a moment, they wrestle for control of the dagger, her staff having been knocked away in the fall - first her straddling his midsection and pummeling him with one hand as she stabs wildly with the other. Than he flips her over onto her stomach in the sand, holding her arms behind her back and forcing the dagger from her grip.
"Now, before I kill you, do you have anything to say?" He asks in a snarky tone
"Yes... let me go." she spits at him from over her shoulder, "I know who you are, and I know what you did to her..."
"Her? Her who?" he asks, now completely confused.
"Sly, you dirty elven fool!" Kalysta screams, wrestling against his grip on her wrists, "You drove her to her death! She... she..."
Her emotions getting the better of her at last, Kalysta breaks into violent sobs, collapsing to her knees in the sand. Jwiz lets her hands go, but keeps the dagger - you can never truly trust a delf after all.
Leaving her to mourn, he begins to walk away, and is stopped only when he hears her whimper behind him.
"She was my only real friend, you know." He says, not looking back, "I may have hunted her once, true, but now i mourn her passing..."
Not waiting for a response, he drops her dagger to the sand and continues on his way, leaving the girl distraught and angry, still crying.
(send me a IM if theres anything i can do to fix this or if your not happy with it J
