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01-21-2015, 03:25 PM
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01-22-2015, 11:55 AM
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Slathar part 2
Slathar part 2
Slathar galloped his noble steed in the direction of the Holo chanting. The sound seemed too emanated from deep within a dark and forbidding forest. Kithcor it was so named and all manner of foul undead haunted its dark places. Slathar the Brave slowly dismounted his horse as he came up to the dark trees. Slathar eyed the forest suspiciously but nothing seemed amiss for it was daytime and the foul undead only stalked the night. Slathar slowly led his noble steed into the dark ominous trees bereft of daylight. The soft forest breeze brought the scent of old leaves, fragrance and shampoo. Up ahead on the trail a cloaked hooded figure stepped from the shadows. Slathar put his calloused hands on the worn pommel of his blade. The figure slowly removed his hood and shook his thick wavy locks then ran his hands through his glossy hair. “Who might you be?” Slathar asked. “I am Exed” the man said “I am a ranger and the leader of clan Suave. I am tasked with guarding these lands against the undead.” Another man stepped from the underbrush twitching and babbling, scratching and swatting at unseen insects. The man was filthy and smelled of feces, sweat and desperation. “This is my companion Veteran” Exed said in a sorrowful tone. “Veteran is the greatest healer of all time, or was, until he became addicted to the opium he prescribed to his patients.” “He is mostly harmless just don’t let him near any of your belongings.” Exed warned. “Well?” asked Slathar “Why do you impede my progress through this forest?” “I must follow the chant the sound draws me onward with haste.” Exed leaned against a large tree and lazily twirled a finger through his long glossy mane. “I am looking for a Sky bow and was wondering if you have seen one? That is all.” “A sky bow would make my defense of this forest much easier.” Veteran was slowly wandering closer to Slathar’s war horse making the beast skittish. Veteran was still twitching and mumbling to himself. Something about “bath salts” and “eating faces” were the only part of Veteran’s mad ramblings that Slathar could decipher. Slathar calmed his noble steed with a reassuring hand, and turned back to respond to the ranger. “I am sorry noble defender of the forest I have not seen a sky bow.” Suddenly the war horse gave a snort. Slathar turned and saw Veteran reaching a dirty scabbed hand into Slathar’s packs. In a loop and a swoosh Slathar drew his blade and cut the offending hand off Veterans arm. Blood spewed forth in a red spray, and the severed hand arched upward slapping Veteran on the face. Veteran Screamed “I shall eat your face!” Then Veteran leapt to attack but before he could reach Slathar an arrow struck Veteran’s shoulder with so much force it propelled Veteran backwards and into the thick forest undergrowth. Screams of rage and despair grew softer as the Veteran junky fled deep into the forest. One last scream of “I shall eat your face!" was heard then the forest grew quiet once more. Exed unstrung his bow and said “I am sorry my lord my companion should not have accosted your horse.” “No harm was done, but I can tarry no longer. The chant draws me onward.” Slathar led his horse past the ranger further into the deep dark forest.
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