Tybalt
Lord of Altera
I had a little bit of writing on this in another thread but I added a lot to it.
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Part Two
Chapter one: 2/8
It was raining at Raindes Dome. The sea was raging and the wind was whirling tearing at Tybalts cloak. The sea kept bashing him against Raindes dome wave after wave. Just standing up bracing himself between the wooden dock and the dome was taking all he had.
Lightning crackled and struck the dome.
"WHY ARE TU NO LEAVING!", Eressea's voice screeched over the thunder. Her eyes were dull and blood was painted in patches over her green Eressian clothing.
During a break in the onslaught of ways he yelled out. "Because your all I have left and I'm not going to give up on you like everyone else!"
"TU NO LOVE ME! TU CANT PROTECT ME! TU FAILURE! WEAK COWARD!", her face morphed into the evilest sight Tybalt ever seen. She had a wicked grin and eyes wide in the most terrifying enjoyment. "I Remember one girl you love! She screamed for tu come save her. But tu no protect her! Cus you weak! Her blood is on tu hands!"
Tybalt falters and loose his footing on the dock and slips into the water the waves dragging him down under. He swims upward an
d breaks the surface on the other end of the dock. He is heavily breathing and physically drained.
"NOW LEAVE!" Eressia shrieks.
Tybalt try's pulling himself up but it is physically impossible. Tears are forming in his eyes but it is impossible to tell due to being drenched in water.
When he catches his breathe he looks her star aight in the eyes. " I will not fail you or anyone else again!"
She looks down at him with a frown of disgust and walks towards him slowly. Past the barrier onto the dock. This should be impossible but He is so focused on keeping his hold on the dock.
She has an axe that appeared in her right hand.
Taking her time walking towards the boy. She snickers "THEN DIE!"
Tybalt looks up to her voice in hock but it is too late. Lightning turns the night sky to the north and thunder booms. In front of the flash With a yell Eressea brings down the Axe at his head and his world goes dark.
. . . . . . . .
Tybalt wakes up with a start. He then sighs as he realizes that it is only a dream. When he calms himself down he gets out of the bedroll on the far end of the cabin and being half-awake stumbles to the stove. He grabs a few slices of bacon and throws them onto the cobble furnace and puts enough wood on it to cook it.
Sigh
He grabs his favorite bow that had belong to his older brother....... Some arrows, and he exits the door into the pouring rain. He walks down the hill to the river that runs through Eresse. Once there he walks down the riverside downstream. When he walks by the Shallhernan Pub. Tybalt never really stopped by there but today is different.
Nobody is in Eresse. It is completely barren. Even the animals that are usually found in Eresse feels the heartache. It's only been two days since Raindes, founder of Eresse, friend to all, sister to any, mother to Tybalt, left everyone to live by herself on an island. We tried following her to bring her back but it resulted in her killing three of her friends.
Since then nobody but Tybalt has returned to their homeland.
Tybalt sighs and grabs a bottle of cider from under the counter and pops the cap off. Hmm maybe Som is here he thinks to himself. She would be the next elder of Eresse and I think she's the only person who has the desire to preserve Eresse other than I.
So Tybalt gets up and walks to Soms tree forts, passing by Raindes tree and the bathhouse. The tree forts never cease to fascinate him. The hills on which they stand are steep and snow capped. When Tybalt made it to the top he knocked on Soms hut but there was nobody there to answer him. So Tybalt decided to climb the ladder up to where all the scaffolding and rope bridges were and just chill in the canopy for awhile.
"It's just not fair", he muttered. "The kindest woman in the world doesn't deserve a fate like this. She had so much ahead for her. She could of learned Mysticism and became part of the Sisterhood." . . . At the thought of magic he ceased his muttering and pondered a good while.
He remembered to way back when. When Raindes told him of another magic besides Mysticism,
Mysticism is the magic of the body and soul. It cannot cure what snapped in Raindes mind.
But Cognition could. Hell, it's the magic of The mind. It can cause illusions and heal those with major cognitive impairments. The Magus of the field could surely put Raindes mind back into the state that it was in.
Another thought came to his mind. Maybe Athryl could make a remedy. He is a master Alchemist. The magical barrier may not allow solids to pass through the barrier, but it is semi-permeable. Meaning it will allow liquids and gases to freely pass from one side of the barrier to another.
I'll ponder on this later.
Tybalt makes his way down the tree forts and down the taigas slopes. Stopping only at his cabin to fetch his now cold breakfast, he readies his boat at the docks and set sail towards the Northern Kingdoms to tell Som and Athryl of his idea. No matter how stupid it may of seemed.
Chapter two:
After docking in Alteras capital Port Silver, Tybalt makes his way down the stone streets towards the Naught Inn to refresh himself after the voyage. The Naught is a rather large, dim lit tavern settled at the base of the stairway path that leads to Port Silver Upper district. When Tybalt entered he met a rather usual sight. Scardracs son Drachen is leaning on the wall to the right of the doors, bloke's probably asleep, and the drunkards of the town drinking thier lives away towards the back side of the room.
"Fools",Tybalt muttered. Tybalt believes drinking is for those of the weak at heart. Only lost broken souls stoops so low. And even those who do it for the "fun" are fools. This world is dangerous. And one must always be in complete control of their mind.
There is one man drunk off his Arse stumbling around, making his way out the door away from all of his fellow drinking buddies after appearing to have won a very successful game of poker. He determined this by the mans drunken grin with a huge sack of coins he was Hauling. The evil glares his less than sober crew solidified his hypothesis. Over in the back left corner there is this one man with his hood over his head just watching him.
The man continues stumbling around the tables, sloshing his drink all over this poor lass dress and made out the door.
Tybalt looked back over to where the man who was watching the drunk used to set, just to find an empty chair and the back door closing.
Tybalt rolled his eyes and climbed the stairs to the second floor. Even tho the man was a worthless drunk, he did get his money fairly and didn't deserve to get robbed. Besides, one thing worse than a drunkard is a bandit.
Tybalt exits to the rooftop dining area, then climbs up onto the roof of the Naught with ease. He's getting way too used to these sorts of things. He sees the man stumbling 1down the main path going north and follows from the rooftops. Jumping from the spruce rooftop of the naught to the tropical jungle wood of the lower auction house, Tybalt pulls up his hood and unshoulders his brothers bow.
"Now what do we have here", Tybalt mutters, "a petty thief, or a murderer".
When the drunkard gets past the auction house, the guy stalking him pulls out a knife and stabs him in the shoulder, throwing him into the alley to the right.
Murderers it is then. Tybalt quietly retrieves an arrow from his quiver and nocks it upon the bows drawstring, drawing back with his shoulder blades coming closer and closer till the strong becomes taunt.
He steps closet to the edge if the roof, one foot half over the side, then steps back over quickly his eyes wide open.
Crap, he thought. Down below him was a gang of five cut throats. This makes Tybalt conflicted on wether or not to risk it and shoot one of them. Hoping they would forget the man and come after Tybalt. Before they run out of sight to the nearest entry to the rooftops he will have enough time to rain down hell on two if them.
"Get your ass over here.", the stalker says in a woman's voice as she throws the man against the wall and his gang begins searching all through his pockets and busting his whiskey flask against the wall .
{it's a woman?} *is Brian's character*
The stalker watches the alley entrance as the others do this, they find hardly any coin.
The drunkard laughs ,"heheheeee you won't find no coin on me son!"
Sob stupidly drunk he isn't even aware they will just kill him.
"Throw him out in the brothels gardens.", one of the bandits said.
"No", replied the stalker and obvious leader of the crew, "He seen our faces. If you want to be one of us you have to realize that the longer you are not known the better, and you don't take any chances.
Tybalt sees the man produce a long dagger from behind his back and under his cloak. The streetlight shined off the steel blade in the night as he walked over to the man.
Damnit!!! He thaught. Tybalt walked back over to let an arrow rain down On the bandit when he heard a shout come from the tower ahead of him.
"Oi!!, A man on the rooftops!"
At this the newbie in the alley way pulls back an arrow on his bow and raises it to aim at Tybalt.
He never had a chance, Tybalt takes aim off their leader and let's the arrow that was drawn find itself lodged in the boys shoulder.
The boy slumps to the ground, the arrow he had drawn back was shot into the wood planking of the auction house.
Tybalt looks back up to see the scout that gave away his position.Tybalt watches the scouts hand motions carefully. Will the scout be smart and wait till the rest of his group make their way up here which they are all already doing, cept for one who is watching by the birch tree, thinking he's soo slick hiding under its canopy.
But no, Tybalt watched as the man slacked on his grip of the arrow, a sure sign that
The scout released an arrow towards Tybalt and he dives towards the ground, the arrow passing right were his head was a moment before. He catches himself with one arm and hurriedly reaches for his bow and shoulders it.
The sound of the scout landing on the roofing urges Tybalt to act faster. As he regains his footing he sees three dark figures of the bandit gang pass under the Naught. Time is running short.
Turning around Tybalt pulls his dagger from its sheathe on his leg and turns around to be barreled into by the man.
Tybalt falls backwards and slides down the slope of the roof stopping 5 feet short of the fall.
The man is now teetering close to the edge. Obviously too dumb to slow himself down from his momentum.
Gravity's a wench pal.
Tybalt gets up and is running back towards the edge of the roof where the alley way is at. At the same time the bandit already regained his balance and is chasing him with a knife.
Being in better condition he gains fast on Tybalt. Right before Tybalt is in grabbing distance he abruptly stops, and turns to face the man while lowering himself to the ground. He thrusts his fright arm forward towards the mans gut with the dagger and raises the other to hit the mans knife arm to block it.
The man is pierced in the gut. His own lunge being deflected, he swipes low with his knife cutting Tybalt across the hip.
Tybalt kicks forward making the man stumble backwards, tripping and sliding towards the roofs edge.
It's the mans own damned fault. He falls he falls, he dies he dies, far as Tybalt cares.
Tybalt here's crashing footsteps coming from the Naught, they finally made it to the rooftops and his time was almost completely exhausted. Sheathing his dagger, Tybalt quickly leaps to the roof if a home and scaffolds down the side of the building. His foot slips on the stone side of the building and makes a god awful sound similar to that of paper sliding against tile.
He lands with a ummpff, his hip is growing ever so warm and red with blood. Not much blood, but more than he would like.
He looks around, and he guess that everyone is up on the roof. He grabs his bow and an arrow and starts to round the corner, back out the corner. Almost instantly when he came onto the big street he is yanked from behind onto the ground forcing his bow from his grip.
As he falls he jabs the arrow into his assailants leg, and frantically tries to get to his feet. You can never win a battle not being on your feet. And Tybalts having a lot of trouble doing that right now.
Once he's up he gets a fist into his jaw. Whipping back he catches himself on the wall with one arm and his other one goes to his sword and pulls the 2.5 foot blade from its scabbard.
Tybalt assumes a defensive position. His blade held vertically in front of him with his legs bent slightly.
The assailant charges head on and goes for a downwards slash and then feints to Tybs mid waist. His feint was horribly mistimed and easily parried.
Following the parry Tybalt In steps towards him thrusting his blade forward towards the mans torso. Having the shorter blade, you should always try to get on the inside and make the opponents advantage of having the superior range meaningless.
But the sorry bastard back peddled away and batted his blade away.
Tybalt took his opportunity and rushed him while he was off balanced and his sword pointed downwards.
Tybalt snaps his blade back up held to where if his enemy rose his sword it would knock into his own blade, and rushed forward grabbing the mans arm and cloak.
The man thrusts his arm forward and bashes Tybs face with his elbow. Altho in pain Tybalt holds on and pulls back.
When the man does this Tybalt recognizes a black cloth tied to the mans arm. On it is a green serpent slithering around a downwards pointed blade dipped in blood.
Tybalt knows this symbol all too well and identifies the group on the spot. Ruthlessly Tybalt pulls his arm back and stabs at the mans side . The blade finding a place to skewer his straight through the bandits ribs and through his heart.
The man grasps at his side but Tybalt just shoves it deeper and deeper. His hatred for him can be seen in his eyes and snarl.... But also in them is something else. Fear.
They finally tracked him to the Northern Kingdoms.
Tybalt pulls the sword out and sheaths it. Preferring now his dagger since his sword is getting old and weak.
He sneaks around the corner to see if any other of the bandits are running about but all he see is the chaotic crowd of the city as they lock themselves I. Their homes away from the fight. Tybs takes one steps when he hears a click. Crossbow he thaught.
Tybalt dashes forward and a bolt finds itself in his shoulder.. The force of the arrow shooting downwards with minimal air resistance made it lodge even deeper in his shoulder.
He looks up to see an archer reloading his crossbow and the shrouded woman run back towards the Naught.
"Gahhh!" , I have to get away, /now/ Tybalt Thought.
Tybalt runs through the street up towards the Naught. Shoving every citizen out of the way "Get indoors! Out of the streets! /NOW/", Tybalt yells commands with all the anger he has and authority he could muster.
For once people actually listened to him.
Tybalt count inured down the street yelling warnings when another bolt caught him in the calf . Thank god his armor absorbed the blow and it never reached flesh. But it did make Tybalt stumble to a halt in front of the woman and another one of her crew.
On either side under the bridge of the serpent , Tybalt stared down the two bandits, gripping tightly on his dagger. The woman motioned for the other man to go around Tybalt. Conserving his energy Tybalt made no attempt to stop this.
Before he could fully circle him tho Tybalt ran straight at the woman, making a wide arch with his arm to drive the knife deep into her neck, but she had kicked hard at Rybalt forcing him to a kneel. He tries to get back up to his feet but the other man grabs his knife arm and secures it. Making him drop the dagger.The woman picks it up and pockets it.... Always the score.
Tybalt uses all his force against it so he can't break his arm and punches at the mans head with his bare fist, just to have his other arm grabbed by the woman.
Struggling against both sides Tybalt feels a Blade stab him in his I injured shoulder...... Then again......and again and once in his lower left back. This time when the blade exit the flesh Tybalt yanks against the woman with all his might unbalancing her slightly, then braces for another stab. ..... Which never came. Tybalt felt a slight tug then the mans grasp on him was released.
The woman looked up at her partner, then let go herself... Backing a good deal away.
Bloody, Tybalt turned to where her gaze lied. And his sight landed on a bandit having his arm nearly broken onto with a sword stuck in his back.
Behind him was Brogan Makorath, holding the guys head with two hands, and forcefully pivoting his head with a "snap".
Horrified, the woman runs off down the bridge with her remaining companions.
"Time to leave", Brogan says dryly...
"They all wear the same band?, the one with the sword, snake and all?"
"Aye, that be them."
Brogan smiles mischievously and picks Tybalt up
"Well more are on their way..... On the road from SorrowsTown."
"How do you know that?"
Brogan just shrugs and laughs back
"Cause I killed a few and cut their horses loose, now c'mon", he says while carrying his injured companion to their ride to Azerport .
"I can't have ya die'n on me..... Not when there are bandits to be killin.
Chapter Three
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Part Two
Chapter one: 2/8
It was raining at Raindes Dome. The sea was raging and the wind was whirling tearing at Tybalts cloak. The sea kept bashing him against Raindes dome wave after wave. Just standing up bracing himself between the wooden dock and the dome was taking all he had.
Lightning crackled and struck the dome.
"WHY ARE TU NO LEAVING!", Eressea's voice screeched over the thunder. Her eyes were dull and blood was painted in patches over her green Eressian clothing.
During a break in the onslaught of ways he yelled out. "Because your all I have left and I'm not going to give up on you like everyone else!"
"TU NO LOVE ME! TU CANT PROTECT ME! TU FAILURE! WEAK COWARD!", her face morphed into the evilest sight Tybalt ever seen. She had a wicked grin and eyes wide in the most terrifying enjoyment. "I Remember one girl you love! She screamed for tu come save her. But tu no protect her! Cus you weak! Her blood is on tu hands!"
Tybalt falters and loose his footing on the dock and slips into the water the waves dragging him down under. He swims upward an
d breaks the surface on the other end of the dock. He is heavily breathing and physically drained.
"NOW LEAVE!" Eressia shrieks.
Tybalt try's pulling himself up but it is physically impossible. Tears are forming in his eyes but it is impossible to tell due to being drenched in water.
When he catches his breathe he looks her star aight in the eyes. " I will not fail you or anyone else again!"
She looks down at him with a frown of disgust and walks towards him slowly. Past the barrier onto the dock. This should be impossible but He is so focused on keeping his hold on the dock.
She has an axe that appeared in her right hand.
Taking her time walking towards the boy. She snickers "THEN DIE!"
Tybalt looks up to her voice in hock but it is too late. Lightning turns the night sky to the north and thunder booms. In front of the flash With a yell Eressea brings down the Axe at his head and his world goes dark.
. . . . . . . .
Tybalt wakes up with a start. He then sighs as he realizes that it is only a dream. When he calms himself down he gets out of the bedroll on the far end of the cabin and being half-awake stumbles to the stove. He grabs a few slices of bacon and throws them onto the cobble furnace and puts enough wood on it to cook it.
Sigh
He grabs his favorite bow that had belong to his older brother....... Some arrows, and he exits the door into the pouring rain. He walks down the hill to the river that runs through Eresse. Once there he walks down the riverside downstream. When he walks by the Shallhernan Pub. Tybalt never really stopped by there but today is different.
Nobody is in Eresse. It is completely barren. Even the animals that are usually found in Eresse feels the heartache. It's only been two days since Raindes, founder of Eresse, friend to all, sister to any, mother to Tybalt, left everyone to live by herself on an island. We tried following her to bring her back but it resulted in her killing three of her friends.
Since then nobody but Tybalt has returned to their homeland.
Tybalt sighs and grabs a bottle of cider from under the counter and pops the cap off. Hmm maybe Som is here he thinks to himself. She would be the next elder of Eresse and I think she's the only person who has the desire to preserve Eresse other than I.
So Tybalt gets up and walks to Soms tree forts, passing by Raindes tree and the bathhouse. The tree forts never cease to fascinate him. The hills on which they stand are steep and snow capped. When Tybalt made it to the top he knocked on Soms hut but there was nobody there to answer him. So Tybalt decided to climb the ladder up to where all the scaffolding and rope bridges were and just chill in the canopy for awhile.
"It's just not fair", he muttered. "The kindest woman in the world doesn't deserve a fate like this. She had so much ahead for her. She could of learned Mysticism and became part of the Sisterhood." . . . At the thought of magic he ceased his muttering and pondered a good while.
He remembered to way back when. When Raindes told him of another magic besides Mysticism,
Mysticism is the magic of the body and soul. It cannot cure what snapped in Raindes mind.
But Cognition could. Hell, it's the magic of The mind. It can cause illusions and heal those with major cognitive impairments. The Magus of the field could surely put Raindes mind back into the state that it was in.
Another thought came to his mind. Maybe Athryl could make a remedy. He is a master Alchemist. The magical barrier may not allow solids to pass through the barrier, but it is semi-permeable. Meaning it will allow liquids and gases to freely pass from one side of the barrier to another.
I'll ponder on this later.
Tybalt makes his way down the tree forts and down the taigas slopes. Stopping only at his cabin to fetch his now cold breakfast, he readies his boat at the docks and set sail towards the Northern Kingdoms to tell Som and Athryl of his idea. No matter how stupid it may of seemed.
Chapter two:
After docking in Alteras capital Port Silver, Tybalt makes his way down the stone streets towards the Naught Inn to refresh himself after the voyage. The Naught is a rather large, dim lit tavern settled at the base of the stairway path that leads to Port Silver Upper district. When Tybalt entered he met a rather usual sight. Scardracs son Drachen is leaning on the wall to the right of the doors, bloke's probably asleep, and the drunkards of the town drinking thier lives away towards the back side of the room.
"Fools",Tybalt muttered. Tybalt believes drinking is for those of the weak at heart. Only lost broken souls stoops so low. And even those who do it for the "fun" are fools. This world is dangerous. And one must always be in complete control of their mind.
There is one man drunk off his Arse stumbling around, making his way out the door away from all of his fellow drinking buddies after appearing to have won a very successful game of poker. He determined this by the mans drunken grin with a huge sack of coins he was Hauling. The evil glares his less than sober crew solidified his hypothesis. Over in the back left corner there is this one man with his hood over his head just watching him.
The man continues stumbling around the tables, sloshing his drink all over this poor lass dress and made out the door.
Tybalt looked back over to where the man who was watching the drunk used to set, just to find an empty chair and the back door closing.
Tybalt rolled his eyes and climbed the stairs to the second floor. Even tho the man was a worthless drunk, he did get his money fairly and didn't deserve to get robbed. Besides, one thing worse than a drunkard is a bandit.
Tybalt exits to the rooftop dining area, then climbs up onto the roof of the Naught with ease. He's getting way too used to these sorts of things. He sees the man stumbling 1down the main path going north and follows from the rooftops. Jumping from the spruce rooftop of the naught to the tropical jungle wood of the lower auction house, Tybalt pulls up his hood and unshoulders his brothers bow.
"Now what do we have here", Tybalt mutters, "a petty thief, or a murderer".
When the drunkard gets past the auction house, the guy stalking him pulls out a knife and stabs him in the shoulder, throwing him into the alley to the right.
Murderers it is then. Tybalt quietly retrieves an arrow from his quiver and nocks it upon the bows drawstring, drawing back with his shoulder blades coming closer and closer till the strong becomes taunt.
He steps closet to the edge if the roof, one foot half over the side, then steps back over quickly his eyes wide open.
Crap, he thought. Down below him was a gang of five cut throats. This makes Tybalt conflicted on wether or not to risk it and shoot one of them. Hoping they would forget the man and come after Tybalt. Before they run out of sight to the nearest entry to the rooftops he will have enough time to rain down hell on two if them.
"Get your ass over here.", the stalker says in a woman's voice as she throws the man against the wall and his gang begins searching all through his pockets and busting his whiskey flask against the wall .
{it's a woman?} *is Brian's character*
The stalker watches the alley entrance as the others do this, they find hardly any coin.
The drunkard laughs ,"heheheeee you won't find no coin on me son!"
Sob stupidly drunk he isn't even aware they will just kill him.
"Throw him out in the brothels gardens.", one of the bandits said.
"No", replied the stalker and obvious leader of the crew, "He seen our faces. If you want to be one of us you have to realize that the longer you are not known the better, and you don't take any chances.
Tybalt sees the man produce a long dagger from behind his back and under his cloak. The streetlight shined off the steel blade in the night as he walked over to the man.
Damnit!!! He thaught. Tybalt walked back over to let an arrow rain down On the bandit when he heard a shout come from the tower ahead of him.
"Oi!!, A man on the rooftops!"
At this the newbie in the alley way pulls back an arrow on his bow and raises it to aim at Tybalt.
He never had a chance, Tybalt takes aim off their leader and let's the arrow that was drawn find itself lodged in the boys shoulder.
The boy slumps to the ground, the arrow he had drawn back was shot into the wood planking of the auction house.
Tybalt looks back up to see the scout that gave away his position.Tybalt watches the scouts hand motions carefully. Will the scout be smart and wait till the rest of his group make their way up here which they are all already doing, cept for one who is watching by the birch tree, thinking he's soo slick hiding under its canopy.
But no, Tybalt watched as the man slacked on his grip of the arrow, a sure sign that
The scout released an arrow towards Tybalt and he dives towards the ground, the arrow passing right were his head was a moment before. He catches himself with one arm and hurriedly reaches for his bow and shoulders it.
The sound of the scout landing on the roofing urges Tybalt to act faster. As he regains his footing he sees three dark figures of the bandit gang pass under the Naught. Time is running short.
Turning around Tybalt pulls his dagger from its sheathe on his leg and turns around to be barreled into by the man.
Tybalt falls backwards and slides down the slope of the roof stopping 5 feet short of the fall.
The man is now teetering close to the edge. Obviously too dumb to slow himself down from his momentum.
Gravity's a wench pal.
Tybalt gets up and is running back towards the edge of the roof where the alley way is at. At the same time the bandit already regained his balance and is chasing him with a knife.
Being in better condition he gains fast on Tybalt. Right before Tybalt is in grabbing distance he abruptly stops, and turns to face the man while lowering himself to the ground. He thrusts his fright arm forward towards the mans gut with the dagger and raises the other to hit the mans knife arm to block it.
The man is pierced in the gut. His own lunge being deflected, he swipes low with his knife cutting Tybalt across the hip.
Tybalt kicks forward making the man stumble backwards, tripping and sliding towards the roofs edge.
It's the mans own damned fault. He falls he falls, he dies he dies, far as Tybalt cares.
Tybalt here's crashing footsteps coming from the Naught, they finally made it to the rooftops and his time was almost completely exhausted. Sheathing his dagger, Tybalt quickly leaps to the roof if a home and scaffolds down the side of the building. His foot slips on the stone side of the building and makes a god awful sound similar to that of paper sliding against tile.
He lands with a ummpff, his hip is growing ever so warm and red with blood. Not much blood, but more than he would like.
He looks around, and he guess that everyone is up on the roof. He grabs his bow and an arrow and starts to round the corner, back out the corner. Almost instantly when he came onto the big street he is yanked from behind onto the ground forcing his bow from his grip.
As he falls he jabs the arrow into his assailants leg, and frantically tries to get to his feet. You can never win a battle not being on your feet. And Tybalts having a lot of trouble doing that right now.
Once he's up he gets a fist into his jaw. Whipping back he catches himself on the wall with one arm and his other one goes to his sword and pulls the 2.5 foot blade from its scabbard.
Tybalt assumes a defensive position. His blade held vertically in front of him with his legs bent slightly.
The assailant charges head on and goes for a downwards slash and then feints to Tybs mid waist. His feint was horribly mistimed and easily parried.
Following the parry Tybalt In steps towards him thrusting his blade forward towards the mans torso. Having the shorter blade, you should always try to get on the inside and make the opponents advantage of having the superior range meaningless.
But the sorry bastard back peddled away and batted his blade away.
Tybalt took his opportunity and rushed him while he was off balanced and his sword pointed downwards.
Tybalt snaps his blade back up held to where if his enemy rose his sword it would knock into his own blade, and rushed forward grabbing the mans arm and cloak.
The man thrusts his arm forward and bashes Tybs face with his elbow. Altho in pain Tybalt holds on and pulls back.
When the man does this Tybalt recognizes a black cloth tied to the mans arm. On it is a green serpent slithering around a downwards pointed blade dipped in blood.
Tybalt knows this symbol all too well and identifies the group on the spot. Ruthlessly Tybalt pulls his arm back and stabs at the mans side . The blade finding a place to skewer his straight through the bandits ribs and through his heart.
The man grasps at his side but Tybalt just shoves it deeper and deeper. His hatred for him can be seen in his eyes and snarl.... But also in them is something else. Fear.
They finally tracked him to the Northern Kingdoms.
Tybalt pulls the sword out and sheaths it. Preferring now his dagger since his sword is getting old and weak.
He sneaks around the corner to see if any other of the bandits are running about but all he see is the chaotic crowd of the city as they lock themselves I. Their homes away from the fight. Tybs takes one steps when he hears a click. Crossbow he thaught.
Tybalt dashes forward and a bolt finds itself in his shoulder.. The force of the arrow shooting downwards with minimal air resistance made it lodge even deeper in his shoulder.
He looks up to see an archer reloading his crossbow and the shrouded woman run back towards the Naught.
"Gahhh!" , I have to get away, /now/ Tybalt Thought.
Tybalt runs through the street up towards the Naught. Shoving every citizen out of the way "Get indoors! Out of the streets! /NOW/", Tybalt yells commands with all the anger he has and authority he could muster.
For once people actually listened to him.
Tybalt count inured down the street yelling warnings when another bolt caught him in the calf . Thank god his armor absorbed the blow and it never reached flesh. But it did make Tybalt stumble to a halt in front of the woman and another one of her crew.
On either side under the bridge of the serpent , Tybalt stared down the two bandits, gripping tightly on his dagger. The woman motioned for the other man to go around Tybalt. Conserving his energy Tybalt made no attempt to stop this.
Before he could fully circle him tho Tybalt ran straight at the woman, making a wide arch with his arm to drive the knife deep into her neck, but she had kicked hard at Rybalt forcing him to a kneel. He tries to get back up to his feet but the other man grabs his knife arm and secures it. Making him drop the dagger.The woman picks it up and pockets it.... Always the score.
Tybalt uses all his force against it so he can't break his arm and punches at the mans head with his bare fist, just to have his other arm grabbed by the woman.
Struggling against both sides Tybalt feels a Blade stab him in his I injured shoulder...... Then again......and again and once in his lower left back. This time when the blade exit the flesh Tybalt yanks against the woman with all his might unbalancing her slightly, then braces for another stab. ..... Which never came. Tybalt felt a slight tug then the mans grasp on him was released.
The woman looked up at her partner, then let go herself... Backing a good deal away.
Bloody, Tybalt turned to where her gaze lied. And his sight landed on a bandit having his arm nearly broken onto with a sword stuck in his back.
Behind him was Brogan Makorath, holding the guys head with two hands, and forcefully pivoting his head with a "snap".
Horrified, the woman runs off down the bridge with her remaining companions.
"Time to leave", Brogan says dryly...
"They all wear the same band?, the one with the sword, snake and all?"
"Aye, that be them."
Brogan smiles mischievously and picks Tybalt up
"Well more are on their way..... On the road from SorrowsTown."
"How do you know that?"
Brogan just shrugs and laughs back
"Cause I killed a few and cut their horses loose, now c'mon", he says while carrying his injured companion to their ride to Azerport .
"I can't have ya die'n on me..... Not when there are bandits to be killin.
Chapter Three
