Post by Fallen on May 11, 2014 7:21:14 GMT -6
Despite the fact that the spring months were upon the land, the day was cold; cold enough to keep the snow from melting. It was also early morning which meant the chill of night was still leaving the land.
Trudging along the worn down path leading away from the tavern, even the drow assassin was having trouble keeping his normally silent steps just that.
Clenching his gloved fists in anger, the drow huffed a breath. Ashen had said that she had met the man he was looking for in the tavern only earlier that day; the man who has going to surely try and kill him. It seemed though, that whoever she had spoken to was no longer there. The assassin slowed his steps until he halted entirely. He could not keep his steps quiet. But that also meant that the person behind him could not either. Wind whistled through the empty trees, creating the only sound on the deserted forest path. The one following him had stopped as well.
Lowering his head, the assassin narrowed his red eyes. “Did you really think it would be that easy?” His voice was calm and level, not showing any of the underlying anger or fatigue.
“Not after you baited me like you did.” The voice that spoke behind him was deep yet just as level as his own. “If your friend told you about me, and I assume she did, you wouldn’t just walk out in the open like this. Not unless you’re looking for a fight. I know you to well.”
At the mention of Ashen, the drow finally turned to size up his soon to be opponent with a narrowed gaze. They narrowed even more when met with the image of the man standing about 20 feet away. The resemblance to his own armor was uncanny, as were the twin hilts that he glimpsed sheathed at the mans back.
But it wasn’t only that. He could only see the mans eyes since the rest of his features were covered with a scarf and cowl (much like himself). But those eyes…. They were so familiar it left a bad feeling in his gut. “Who are you?”
His question was answered with the sound of unsheathing blades and quick movement. Drawing his own knives in a movement just as fast and practiced, the gap between them closed fast.
With a loud clash of steal, the blades met, and again, and again. As the drows blades sliced down, the blondes slices up to meet. As the Blonde spun and brought an elbow to meet the drows face an arm stopped it. Each movement was fast and practiced. It was like a dance, each lightning movement matched and met with another. But it was quickly seen that one was better than the other, as one was faster than the other.
After about a minute of clashing blades the drow changed tactics. Dropping low, he stepped to the right of his opponent, arcing his blades towards the other assassins legs. Unfortunately they were only met with air. Seeing this coming, the blonde leapt a good two feet in the air, tucking his agile legs up to avoid the lethal blades that were of identical make as his own.
As one man came down, the other came up, meeting blades again. Unfortunately for the blonde, the footing was uneven as he came down. He faltered for a moment and was met with an elbow to the face. Temporarily stunned he swung his right arm out in an arc and felt the blade actually meet something.
Both stumbling back, the blonde held his nose for a moment before wiping off the blood. Getting serious, he frowned and pulled down his scarf and cowl. About fifteen feet away the drow had stumbled back, a gloved hand pressed against the cut on his face. Cursing himself for not seeing the blind slash coming soon enough he glanced up at the other in surprise. It was getting serious then if revealing appearances were happening….
Wiping the cut one final time of blood, the drow pulled down his own scarf and cowl, freeing his vision better. He took a stance, spinning his knives in his hands waiting for the blonde to engage him again. But as the blonde turned to face him, Fallen froze. He….Looked like….
“You cut your hair.” The half-elf lowered his hand from his bloody nose, meeting the wide-eyed gaze of the drow.
“You…” Was all the startled drow could get out before the other assassin flew at him.
Raising his blades in defense, Fallens blades met the half-elves.
‘his eyes are the same…’
The blonde knocked a left dagger away only to be met with a right handed block.
‘his race…the same….’
The drow faltered for a moment, missing an obvious move as the blonde sent a foot into his gut knocking him back.
‘his hair is the same color…’
So shaken by the revelations, the drow faltered once again as he caught his balance. About to parry a thrust he suddenly found his left dagger gone from his hand, spinning away into the snow. So startled at his mistake, the second dagger was lost much the same way.
Wide eyed with shock and disbelief, Fallen felt the cold steal of his opponents blades crossed at his throat.
“Hey Keth.” A forced smile slipped onto the blondes face. But it was just as much a mask as an emotionless expression.
“Lin?” The drow breathed the name, slipping down to his knees. The twin daggers followed him down, still pressed against his skin but still not breaking it. “You died.”
“Lin.” The blonde repeated the name, his mouth pulling into a true smile this time. “You’re the only one who called me that. I go by my full name now. Or kell.”
Mind still not being able to process what his eyes were seeing the drow only stared. “You died…” the words came out in a whisper.
“Obviously I didn’t.” The half-elf’s smile fell into a frown. “Why did you leave me there?” His voice turned bitter.
“..no..” The drows heart beat painfully in his throat. The single word was all he was able to whisper.
“No? You left me. I almost died in your fire.” The drow felt the blades press harder into his throat, breaking the skin and causing a tiny trickle of blood to soak into his scarf.
“I would have done anything for you….” It seemed that a whisper was all that he could manage. “I …” Gone was the cold and trained assassin and in his place was the child he had been years ago, facing down the person he cared for more than himself.
“But you didn’t.” Kilindyl’s stated with the bitterness of years. “You left. Why?”
“They told me you were dead. Without you I had nothing to keep me there.”
Startled, the half-elf withdrew his blades just a fraction.
“I saw you struck down that day at training.” Fallen’s eyes were wide and pained as they bore into his childhood friend. “They dragged me away and wouldn’t speak of you after that. For days I asked them until they finally told me you were dead.” His voice nearly broke. “You were dead.”
The half-elf’s frowned, his eyes just as pained as the drow. “Why should I trust you...?”
The drow let out a shuttering breath, resigning himself to exhaustion and whatever fate was in store for him before quietly speaking. “Are you going to kill me?”
The other assassin looked taken aback for a moment before he groaned with exasperation. Withdrawing his daggers and sheathing them, he dropped to the ground and rolled onto his back so he was lying beside the drow. Raising his hands he ran them down his face. “I don’t want to kill you Keth.” His voice sounded tired. “I believe you…”
Trudging along the worn down path leading away from the tavern, even the drow assassin was having trouble keeping his normally silent steps just that.
Clenching his gloved fists in anger, the drow huffed a breath. Ashen had said that she had met the man he was looking for in the tavern only earlier that day; the man who has going to surely try and kill him. It seemed though, that whoever she had spoken to was no longer there. The assassin slowed his steps until he halted entirely. He could not keep his steps quiet. But that also meant that the person behind him could not either. Wind whistled through the empty trees, creating the only sound on the deserted forest path. The one following him had stopped as well.
Lowering his head, the assassin narrowed his red eyes. “Did you really think it would be that easy?” His voice was calm and level, not showing any of the underlying anger or fatigue.
“Not after you baited me like you did.” The voice that spoke behind him was deep yet just as level as his own. “If your friend told you about me, and I assume she did, you wouldn’t just walk out in the open like this. Not unless you’re looking for a fight. I know you to well.”
At the mention of Ashen, the drow finally turned to size up his soon to be opponent with a narrowed gaze. They narrowed even more when met with the image of the man standing about 20 feet away. The resemblance to his own armor was uncanny, as were the twin hilts that he glimpsed sheathed at the mans back.
But it wasn’t only that. He could only see the mans eyes since the rest of his features were covered with a scarf and cowl (much like himself). But those eyes…. They were so familiar it left a bad feeling in his gut. “Who are you?”
His question was answered with the sound of unsheathing blades and quick movement. Drawing his own knives in a movement just as fast and practiced, the gap between them closed fast.
With a loud clash of steal, the blades met, and again, and again. As the drows blades sliced down, the blondes slices up to meet. As the Blonde spun and brought an elbow to meet the drows face an arm stopped it. Each movement was fast and practiced. It was like a dance, each lightning movement matched and met with another. But it was quickly seen that one was better than the other, as one was faster than the other.
After about a minute of clashing blades the drow changed tactics. Dropping low, he stepped to the right of his opponent, arcing his blades towards the other assassins legs. Unfortunately they were only met with air. Seeing this coming, the blonde leapt a good two feet in the air, tucking his agile legs up to avoid the lethal blades that were of identical make as his own.
As one man came down, the other came up, meeting blades again. Unfortunately for the blonde, the footing was uneven as he came down. He faltered for a moment and was met with an elbow to the face. Temporarily stunned he swung his right arm out in an arc and felt the blade actually meet something.
Both stumbling back, the blonde held his nose for a moment before wiping off the blood. Getting serious, he frowned and pulled down his scarf and cowl. About fifteen feet away the drow had stumbled back, a gloved hand pressed against the cut on his face. Cursing himself for not seeing the blind slash coming soon enough he glanced up at the other in surprise. It was getting serious then if revealing appearances were happening….
Wiping the cut one final time of blood, the drow pulled down his own scarf and cowl, freeing his vision better. He took a stance, spinning his knives in his hands waiting for the blonde to engage him again. But as the blonde turned to face him, Fallen froze. He….Looked like….
“You cut your hair.” The half-elf lowered his hand from his bloody nose, meeting the wide-eyed gaze of the drow.
“You…” Was all the startled drow could get out before the other assassin flew at him.
Raising his blades in defense, Fallens blades met the half-elves.
‘his eyes are the same…’
The blonde knocked a left dagger away only to be met with a right handed block.
‘his race…the same….’
The drow faltered for a moment, missing an obvious move as the blonde sent a foot into his gut knocking him back.
‘his hair is the same color…’
So shaken by the revelations, the drow faltered once again as he caught his balance. About to parry a thrust he suddenly found his left dagger gone from his hand, spinning away into the snow. So startled at his mistake, the second dagger was lost much the same way.
Wide eyed with shock and disbelief, Fallen felt the cold steal of his opponents blades crossed at his throat.
“Hey Keth.” A forced smile slipped onto the blondes face. But it was just as much a mask as an emotionless expression.
“Lin?” The drow breathed the name, slipping down to his knees. The twin daggers followed him down, still pressed against his skin but still not breaking it. “You died.”
“Lin.” The blonde repeated the name, his mouth pulling into a true smile this time. “You’re the only one who called me that. I go by my full name now. Or kell.”
Mind still not being able to process what his eyes were seeing the drow only stared. “You died…” the words came out in a whisper.
“Obviously I didn’t.” The half-elf’s smile fell into a frown. “Why did you leave me there?” His voice turned bitter.
“..no..” The drows heart beat painfully in his throat. The single word was all he was able to whisper.
“No? You left me. I almost died in your fire.” The drow felt the blades press harder into his throat, breaking the skin and causing a tiny trickle of blood to soak into his scarf.
“I would have done anything for you….” It seemed that a whisper was all that he could manage. “I …” Gone was the cold and trained assassin and in his place was the child he had been years ago, facing down the person he cared for more than himself.
“But you didn’t.” Kilindyl’s stated with the bitterness of years. “You left. Why?”
“They told me you were dead. Without you I had nothing to keep me there.”
Startled, the half-elf withdrew his blades just a fraction.
“I saw you struck down that day at training.” Fallen’s eyes were wide and pained as they bore into his childhood friend. “They dragged me away and wouldn’t speak of you after that. For days I asked them until they finally told me you were dead.” His voice nearly broke. “You were dead.”
The half-elf’s frowned, his eyes just as pained as the drow. “Why should I trust you...?”
The drow let out a shuttering breath, resigning himself to exhaustion and whatever fate was in store for him before quietly speaking. “Are you going to kill me?”
The other assassin looked taken aback for a moment before he groaned with exasperation. Withdrawing his daggers and sheathing them, he dropped to the ground and rolled onto his back so he was lying beside the drow. Raising his hands he ran them down his face. “I don’t want to kill you Keth.” His voice sounded tired. “I believe you…”
