Post by kenryo on Sept 13, 2015 11:17:06 GMT -6
In the Bloodrose Tavern, on the outskirts of misty mountains he could be found. There he sat in silence sipping a glass of very fine elvish wine. The patrons were common enough, none really paying attention to who sat amongst them. But he knew all to well it had been peaceful for too long. He still had enemies, why wouldn't he with his families trade. Hart had always had the personal standard of only killing those who deserve it. No money in the world would make him snuff out an innocent, but with that comes the eventual vengeance of those evil bastards.
His ears twitched back as he could hear the sound of approaching horses. The clacking of the armor they all wore, the sound of the hilts striking the horses. He finished his glass and let out a soft chuckle "Oh how I love my hearing, seldom am I surprised." He just continued to smile and slightly shook his head as he began to pour another glass. Finishing the bottle a wench came and offered another. He greeted her with ten gold coins. "Two more please, the rest is for you." He was a common patron here, even though most didn't know his name. They all came to like his generosity, and the respectful way he always seemed to carry himself.
When the wench returned, he softly caught her hand after she lowered the bottles. She began to blush, but quickly noticed a more serious look on his face. "My dear, I would advice that you and the others clear out for the time being." She chuckled, almost as if she was hoping it was a joke. "But Sir! why?" He looked to the window by the front door where the horses began to fill. "Trouble is here, M'lady. I'll take care of it, get these people to safety." The wench quickly began herding everyone towards the backroom. As they left, the front door was removed from it's hinges. Six well armed men began rushing in. Hart lifted his glass to take a sip "Was that necessary folks? The door was unlocked..." He chuckled slamming the rest of the glass down.
The largest among them stepped forward. "Silence you drow scum!" Hart's jaw instantly clenched at the insult of his blood-line. "Excuse me.... I hope I misheard that... What?" Hart's eyes were like daggers in the man's direction. He shouted it again, this time in a mocking tone. "I said! Silence... you drow scum!!" As soon as he finished saying it twice Hart launched the glass he was holding straight into the man's face. The glass shattered into his eyes as he let out a bellowing shriek hitting the floor. The other five men quickly drew their blades, making a line in between him and the downed man.
He looked back and forth between the five of them. "I'm feeling generous today... any who want to tell me who sent you and simply leave after can. Or else your all going to die here." With the he discretely removed the ankle weights he was wearing. They all laughed, "We are 5 strong and there is only one of you little man." He let out a strong sigh. "Pity..."
Leaping straight up, he cleared almost nine feet to land on one of the large support boards that ran adjacent to the roof. With a flick of his wrists, two tubes from under his wrists fired at the two on the outside of the line. The small needles impaling in both of their necks, their bodies seemed to seize up as if they were being electrified. Hitting the ground in convulsions the other three charged in. Hacking and stabbing up a Hart, he danced around the attacks like a child playing hop scotch. These were amateurs by comparison... he almost felt bad for them.
Drawing his blade, he flipped forward off the beam applying a huge gash up one of the men's back. Another came at him to stab him, like a matador to the pull he parried and tripped the man dropping him onto his face. The other came in swinging wildly and blood drunk... maybe it was desperation.. that was his problem. He gave them the chance, they pressed. He didn't bother to block the attacks, simply side stepping or ducking under them. Then the second one rose back to his feet...
They both came at him hard, he simply threw down his sword. Allowing them both to continue to tire themselves out. After about a minute of this he grew bored, gripping one man's hand he forced him to stab the other in groin. As he did, he spun grabbing the other man's hand and blade. Dropping his whole weight he brought this blade down into the neck of the other man, blood spewed like a geyser. Dropping an elbow onto the hilt of the blade, he forced him to release the grip which was followed by a forceful kick to the chest dropping him. He laid there screaming as he held what was remaining of his manhood. It was then he noticed the giant among them trying to claw his way out of the door. Picking up his blade he walked over to him, a kick to the ribs flipped the man over. Dropping his knee into his chest he pressed the blade against his throat. "Not bad for a DROW!" With that he ripped his throat open.
He then went to one of the two he had caught with a toxic dart, this time his aim was directly in his heart. The forced hand didn't warrant as savage a death as the intolerant leader. He then did the same to the other.
The last man sat up against the wall, he was bleeding out. "So what they say about you Sunain's is true..." Hart knelt before him.. "You go to your death, at least tell me the name of the man who sent you. So I can deliver the same fate to the person who put his on you." The man's lip quivered..."I cannot, he can find me in the afterlife. And there my suffering will be eternal." Hart nodded..."Very well, I'll find out myself." With that, he drove his blade into the man's chest.
The with the room finally growing silent, the barkeep and several wenches came out to see the carnage. Putting the two bottles of wine in his pack, he dropped a sack of gold on the keep's counter. "I trust this buys your silence good sir..." The bartender simply nodded and put the coin in a stash spot under the counter. "All's well sir!" Hart nodded to the man, and left. "Time to find who's left in this world. I've watched it change to what it is. Let's see if we can salvage something from it..." He brought the hood of his black cloak over, and vanished into the woods.
His ears twitched back as he could hear the sound of approaching horses. The clacking of the armor they all wore, the sound of the hilts striking the horses. He finished his glass and let out a soft chuckle "Oh how I love my hearing, seldom am I surprised." He just continued to smile and slightly shook his head as he began to pour another glass. Finishing the bottle a wench came and offered another. He greeted her with ten gold coins. "Two more please, the rest is for you." He was a common patron here, even though most didn't know his name. They all came to like his generosity, and the respectful way he always seemed to carry himself.
When the wench returned, he softly caught her hand after she lowered the bottles. She began to blush, but quickly noticed a more serious look on his face. "My dear, I would advice that you and the others clear out for the time being." She chuckled, almost as if she was hoping it was a joke. "But Sir! why?" He looked to the window by the front door where the horses began to fill. "Trouble is here, M'lady. I'll take care of it, get these people to safety." The wench quickly began herding everyone towards the backroom. As they left, the front door was removed from it's hinges. Six well armed men began rushing in. Hart lifted his glass to take a sip "Was that necessary folks? The door was unlocked..." He chuckled slamming the rest of the glass down.
The largest among them stepped forward. "Silence you drow scum!" Hart's jaw instantly clenched at the insult of his blood-line. "Excuse me.... I hope I misheard that... What?" Hart's eyes were like daggers in the man's direction. He shouted it again, this time in a mocking tone. "I said! Silence... you drow scum!!" As soon as he finished saying it twice Hart launched the glass he was holding straight into the man's face. The glass shattered into his eyes as he let out a bellowing shriek hitting the floor. The other five men quickly drew their blades, making a line in between him and the downed man.
He looked back and forth between the five of them. "I'm feeling generous today... any who want to tell me who sent you and simply leave after can. Or else your all going to die here." With the he discretely removed the ankle weights he was wearing. They all laughed, "We are 5 strong and there is only one of you little man." He let out a strong sigh. "Pity..."
Leaping straight up, he cleared almost nine feet to land on one of the large support boards that ran adjacent to the roof. With a flick of his wrists, two tubes from under his wrists fired at the two on the outside of the line. The small needles impaling in both of their necks, their bodies seemed to seize up as if they were being electrified. Hitting the ground in convulsions the other three charged in. Hacking and stabbing up a Hart, he danced around the attacks like a child playing hop scotch. These were amateurs by comparison... he almost felt bad for them.
Drawing his blade, he flipped forward off the beam applying a huge gash up one of the men's back. Another came at him to stab him, like a matador to the pull he parried and tripped the man dropping him onto his face. The other came in swinging wildly and blood drunk... maybe it was desperation.. that was his problem. He gave them the chance, they pressed. He didn't bother to block the attacks, simply side stepping or ducking under them. Then the second one rose back to his feet...
They both came at him hard, he simply threw down his sword. Allowing them both to continue to tire themselves out. After about a minute of this he grew bored, gripping one man's hand he forced him to stab the other in groin. As he did, he spun grabbing the other man's hand and blade. Dropping his whole weight he brought this blade down into the neck of the other man, blood spewed like a geyser. Dropping an elbow onto the hilt of the blade, he forced him to release the grip which was followed by a forceful kick to the chest dropping him. He laid there screaming as he held what was remaining of his manhood. It was then he noticed the giant among them trying to claw his way out of the door. Picking up his blade he walked over to him, a kick to the ribs flipped the man over. Dropping his knee into his chest he pressed the blade against his throat. "Not bad for a DROW!" With that he ripped his throat open.
He then went to one of the two he had caught with a toxic dart, this time his aim was directly in his heart. The forced hand didn't warrant as savage a death as the intolerant leader. He then did the same to the other.
The last man sat up against the wall, he was bleeding out. "So what they say about you Sunain's is true..." Hart knelt before him.. "You go to your death, at least tell me the name of the man who sent you. So I can deliver the same fate to the person who put his on you." The man's lip quivered..."I cannot, he can find me in the afterlife. And there my suffering will be eternal." Hart nodded..."Very well, I'll find out myself." With that, he drove his blade into the man's chest.
The with the room finally growing silent, the barkeep and several wenches came out to see the carnage. Putting the two bottles of wine in his pack, he dropped a sack of gold on the keep's counter. "I trust this buys your silence good sir..." The bartender simply nodded and put the coin in a stash spot under the counter. "All's well sir!" Hart nodded to the man, and left. "Time to find who's left in this world. I've watched it change to what it is. Let's see if we can salvage something from it..." He brought the hood of his black cloak over, and vanished into the woods.