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 Objavljeno: 22 Apr 2011 14:30 Naslov sporočila: A Short Unicorn Tail |
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Sorry if this is off-topic, but I wanted to share a short story I wrote (work in progess). Tell me what you think about it please.
I know that this may seem callous, but I need to get this off my chest and you are the perfect audience for this. I am a warrior by trade. I do for others, what they cannot or will not do for themselves. I am also a sneak and a master of poisons. I use opportunity to kill my enemies. My employers pay me in the finest eq plat available in the lands.
One day, I received a message, that my old rival was in town. I knew where he would be, down at the rift platinum exchange, and then to the local pub, known as the "Short Tailed Unicorn". Each time my rival comes to town, we have a game we play. It's a deadly game, but a game none-the-less. We try to kill each other. He knows this is my town, he should not be here. He knows he is my old master, and I should bend before him. And yet, we play the game.
This time, I have a unique twist on the game. I have hired some local muscle to help me, paying with rift platinum. My rival of course will defeat them, but it's my hope to wear him out or to bleed him, so that I can pierce my dagger through his heart, and teach him once and for all, who the master is, in this game.
I have this planned out, you know. He will be ambushed after he has left the Short Tailed Unicorn. There are 5 of them. He will blind one. He won't run, he knows they will skewer him, if he tries. He will then work on the first using his bardic magics, to lower the attack of the others. He will attempt to poison the next. One will cut him. He will tire, there is nothing else he can do, but to try to fight. But, as I said, he will win. He will use tricks, if he is desperate. But they won't kill him. That will be for me.
As he is bleeding, crawling in the mud, I will walk upto him, flaunting my superiority, and thrust my poisoned tipped dagger into his heart. I will of course laugh triumphantly, as this is the thing that we of my trade do, when we win the game. My protogee will bear witness to my act, and let others know who won.
And now, I drink cool wine, and await the time.
Wait, what is this? This does not taste like wine. This is... my throat. I cannot breathe. I am drowning in my own vomit. Why is my protogee laughing? Blackness. |
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