HeavyD346
09-03-2003, 03:09 PM
(This is a story I wrote for my Dungeons and Dragons character, he was a High Elven Fighter/Thief that worshipped the God Mask.)
The solid thump of the dead sentry made a sound that stuck in the scowling Elves head, never had he even thought about killing a man, yet alone doing it. He looked over the guard who lied there still, his pinkish blood forming a puddle around the small dagger wound that adorned his ribs. The guard was a young human male, not over the age of 25, he probably had a family of his own but that mattered little to him, the Elf wanted vengeance no matter how many bodies he had to stack.
It was a year ago, on a breezy spring day, that he and Delilah were sitting in a beautiful glade near the Sea of Swords, smiling at one another talking about their relationship and how it may progress even more, ultimately leading to marriage. Quilander looked at her, oh she was such eye candy, her eyes were deep pools of emeralds, her lips full and supple, her skin pale as most full blooded elves. She was beautiful indeed, and was all his, and Quilander knew that.
Quilander looked her over, she was dressed as usual in a brown evening dress, a daisy stuck between her left ear, her shimmering crimson hair pulled back into a bun. It was to much for him so he decided to take a small walk to pick some more berries for lunch. "I'll be right back my dear, I'm going to gather some more berries for a mid-afternoon snack." She had looked at him and pouted her lips. "Don't be to long my love, I shall miss you dearly..." Quilander was in contempt, he had everything he ever needed, or wanted for that matter, a loving soon-to-be-fiance, a beautiful day, and the whole glade to themselves, or so he thought.
Quilander scampered off into a bit of underbrush and into the deepest thicket to pick the most sweetest, fullest berries he could find. His longer slender fingers picking at the most ripe, blackest berries. He tilted his head slightly seeing a bit of orange sticking out from under the berry patch and he brushed the berries aside seeing the most beautiful, delicate orange rose he has ever seen. The petals of the flower were closed, ready to open at any time. He wrapped his slender fingers around the stem delicately and plucked it from the earth, he smiled and took a deep breath enjoying the sweet scent. "I'll give this to Delilah! She will be so delighted!" He said very enthusiastically, snatching up his pouch of berries and scampering towards the glade.
Delilah sat smoothing out the ruffles in her dress waiting for Quilander's return. She thought about how much she loved him and how much she knew he loved her. He was handsome, his hair as dark as a crow's feathers, his physique was muscular, overall he was in great shape she thought.
*Thump, Thump, Thump, Thump* Rang out a sound from just beyond the tree line, much like the sound of a horses hooves trudging through the forest floor. Delilah sat up and brushed a lock of hair from her face looking towards the sounds. The most revolting thing she ever saw emerged from the tree-line, he was a human, maybe 40 years of age and more then 200 pounds. His hair was pulled back into a tail, a broadsword laid against his left hip, and a black leather whip on the right. He was wearing studded leather that strained against the seams at the mans girth, a scar from his chin crossing over his eye. Delilah was suddenly overwhelmed with a terrible feeling churning in the deepest pits of her stomach as the man urged the horse towards her.
"Quilander......!" The bloodcurdling scream shook him as he approached the glade. He dropped the sack of berries in his hands, they spilled everywhere as he fell into a sprint with little regard to the low branches and thorns in his way. He tore through the tree-line to see the large man tying a noose around Delilah's throat, she was standing on a log, the man having his broadsword point poking into her stomach. "One wrong move and the wench gets it, you skinny Elven bastard!" Quilander came to a skidding halt almost flying into a tree. "Hand over all your jewels and valuables now, or I swear I'll stretch this whore's throat!"
Quilander looked on in horror, his trembling hands reaching into his pouch grabbing a handful of coins and the golden ring etched with mithril leaves he was going to give to Delilah when they were to wed. He handed the valuables to the man, and frowned deeply "Please, don't harm her...she means more then anything to me..."
At that moment Delilah stared at Quilander, their eyes locking. The look was intense, as if she could see deep into the deepest parts of his soul and saw that he truly loved her. She cracked a small smile and tilted her head, brushing a crimson tress from her eyes. Quilander was frozen there, but that silence was broken as the sound of a rope becoming taught was heard. Then Quilander snapped out of his almost dream like trance, Delilah hung there, her feet dangling and her legs and arms flailing to no avail. She stopped moving and swung there by her neck.
It was as if Quilander was in a horrible nightmare, nothing made sense, it didn't feel like reality. The man bellowed out in a hoarse voice "You Elves aren't as smart as people perceive you to be." And thrust his broadsword into Quilander's stomach, felling him to the cold, damp, dew covered moss.
Quilander snapped out of his trance and looked down to the sentry he had killed. With a sickening tear he ripped his blade from his ribcage and spit on the corpse. He didn't care about anyone else, he wasn't the man Delilah knew that is for sure. No, this was Dae'dulin, or in the common tongue "Shadowbird." He was a cold-blooded killer never stopping until he finds the man that killed his lost love. He shook the guilt of the murder from his head and reached into a pack hanging on his side grabbing a length of rope and a grappling hook. He looked up to the window, light from a candle flame flickering off the walls. He tossed the hook up with almost precise accuracy having it snag onto the ledge. He grabbed the rope and began to shimmy up it until he reached the ledge.
Looking in Dae'dulin saw the a very, familiar, old man. His face was scared viciously, his hair pulled back into a rather messy tail. Dae'dulin pulled himself through the window with a quiet padding of his feet and crept until he was at least 3 yards from the man. "Dae'dulin is here to wash away the guilt for not being able to defend Delilah." The man stood weakly and spun around, his eyes opened with horror. "Dae...Dae'du...I...I...I killed you! I made sure of it! Please, don't kill me, I'm an old man!" The man pleaded, Dae'dulin stood firmly and with a hoarse whisper. "You killed yourself."
The Elf leapt from the window just before guards could plow through the door, his crimson cloak flailing in the wind behind him. The guards smashed the door inwards and rushed in walking near the window. "...Cyric forgive us!" Said one of the younger guards as he looked out seeing the old fellow splattered against the cobblestone streets below.
Suddenly Dae'dulin awoke, he suddenly realized that killing the man responsible for Delilah's death was a twisted dream. In a cold sweat, he was shaking rather viciously and gripped the flower he planned to give Delilah to give him comfort. He screamed out into the night sky a horrible tormented scream and cried himself into sleep again, holding onto the flower that never bloomed...
"...Beware when the Shadowbird hounds your track...with poison in your wine-cup and a dagger at your back..."
The solid thump of the dead sentry made a sound that stuck in the scowling Elves head, never had he even thought about killing a man, yet alone doing it. He looked over the guard who lied there still, his pinkish blood forming a puddle around the small dagger wound that adorned his ribs. The guard was a young human male, not over the age of 25, he probably had a family of his own but that mattered little to him, the Elf wanted vengeance no matter how many bodies he had to stack.
It was a year ago, on a breezy spring day, that he and Delilah were sitting in a beautiful glade near the Sea of Swords, smiling at one another talking about their relationship and how it may progress even more, ultimately leading to marriage. Quilander looked at her, oh she was such eye candy, her eyes were deep pools of emeralds, her lips full and supple, her skin pale as most full blooded elves. She was beautiful indeed, and was all his, and Quilander knew that.
Quilander looked her over, she was dressed as usual in a brown evening dress, a daisy stuck between her left ear, her shimmering crimson hair pulled back into a bun. It was to much for him so he decided to take a small walk to pick some more berries for lunch. "I'll be right back my dear, I'm going to gather some more berries for a mid-afternoon snack." She had looked at him and pouted her lips. "Don't be to long my love, I shall miss you dearly..." Quilander was in contempt, he had everything he ever needed, or wanted for that matter, a loving soon-to-be-fiance, a beautiful day, and the whole glade to themselves, or so he thought.
Quilander scampered off into a bit of underbrush and into the deepest thicket to pick the most sweetest, fullest berries he could find. His longer slender fingers picking at the most ripe, blackest berries. He tilted his head slightly seeing a bit of orange sticking out from under the berry patch and he brushed the berries aside seeing the most beautiful, delicate orange rose he has ever seen. The petals of the flower were closed, ready to open at any time. He wrapped his slender fingers around the stem delicately and plucked it from the earth, he smiled and took a deep breath enjoying the sweet scent. "I'll give this to Delilah! She will be so delighted!" He said very enthusiastically, snatching up his pouch of berries and scampering towards the glade.
Delilah sat smoothing out the ruffles in her dress waiting for Quilander's return. She thought about how much she loved him and how much she knew he loved her. He was handsome, his hair as dark as a crow's feathers, his physique was muscular, overall he was in great shape she thought.
*Thump, Thump, Thump, Thump* Rang out a sound from just beyond the tree line, much like the sound of a horses hooves trudging through the forest floor. Delilah sat up and brushed a lock of hair from her face looking towards the sounds. The most revolting thing she ever saw emerged from the tree-line, he was a human, maybe 40 years of age and more then 200 pounds. His hair was pulled back into a tail, a broadsword laid against his left hip, and a black leather whip on the right. He was wearing studded leather that strained against the seams at the mans girth, a scar from his chin crossing over his eye. Delilah was suddenly overwhelmed with a terrible feeling churning in the deepest pits of her stomach as the man urged the horse towards her.
"Quilander......!" The bloodcurdling scream shook him as he approached the glade. He dropped the sack of berries in his hands, they spilled everywhere as he fell into a sprint with little regard to the low branches and thorns in his way. He tore through the tree-line to see the large man tying a noose around Delilah's throat, she was standing on a log, the man having his broadsword point poking into her stomach. "One wrong move and the wench gets it, you skinny Elven bastard!" Quilander came to a skidding halt almost flying into a tree. "Hand over all your jewels and valuables now, or I swear I'll stretch this whore's throat!"
Quilander looked on in horror, his trembling hands reaching into his pouch grabbing a handful of coins and the golden ring etched with mithril leaves he was going to give to Delilah when they were to wed. He handed the valuables to the man, and frowned deeply "Please, don't harm her...she means more then anything to me..."
At that moment Delilah stared at Quilander, their eyes locking. The look was intense, as if she could see deep into the deepest parts of his soul and saw that he truly loved her. She cracked a small smile and tilted her head, brushing a crimson tress from her eyes. Quilander was frozen there, but that silence was broken as the sound of a rope becoming taught was heard. Then Quilander snapped out of his almost dream like trance, Delilah hung there, her feet dangling and her legs and arms flailing to no avail. She stopped moving and swung there by her neck.
It was as if Quilander was in a horrible nightmare, nothing made sense, it didn't feel like reality. The man bellowed out in a hoarse voice "You Elves aren't as smart as people perceive you to be." And thrust his broadsword into Quilander's stomach, felling him to the cold, damp, dew covered moss.
Quilander snapped out of his trance and looked down to the sentry he had killed. With a sickening tear he ripped his blade from his ribcage and spit on the corpse. He didn't care about anyone else, he wasn't the man Delilah knew that is for sure. No, this was Dae'dulin, or in the common tongue "Shadowbird." He was a cold-blooded killer never stopping until he finds the man that killed his lost love. He shook the guilt of the murder from his head and reached into a pack hanging on his side grabbing a length of rope and a grappling hook. He looked up to the window, light from a candle flame flickering off the walls. He tossed the hook up with almost precise accuracy having it snag onto the ledge. He grabbed the rope and began to shimmy up it until he reached the ledge.
Looking in Dae'dulin saw the a very, familiar, old man. His face was scared viciously, his hair pulled back into a rather messy tail. Dae'dulin pulled himself through the window with a quiet padding of his feet and crept until he was at least 3 yards from the man. "Dae'dulin is here to wash away the guilt for not being able to defend Delilah." The man stood weakly and spun around, his eyes opened with horror. "Dae...Dae'du...I...I...I killed you! I made sure of it! Please, don't kill me, I'm an old man!" The man pleaded, Dae'dulin stood firmly and with a hoarse whisper. "You killed yourself."
The Elf leapt from the window just before guards could plow through the door, his crimson cloak flailing in the wind behind him. The guards smashed the door inwards and rushed in walking near the window. "...Cyric forgive us!" Said one of the younger guards as he looked out seeing the old fellow splattered against the cobblestone streets below.
Suddenly Dae'dulin awoke, he suddenly realized that killing the man responsible for Delilah's death was a twisted dream. In a cold sweat, he was shaking rather viciously and gripped the flower he planned to give Delilah to give him comfort. He screamed out into the night sky a horrible tormented scream and cried himself into sleep again, holding onto the flower that never bloomed...
"...Beware when the Shadowbird hounds your track...with poison in your wine-cup and a dagger at your back..."