Post by DM Dan/Bi'rel/Sheila on Jan 26, 2016 1:29:55 GMT
It has happened less and less as the world seems to be in constant flux. This was one of those rare days and The Master has wanted to investigate a cave south of the river mouth close to the mountains splitting his homeland. There has been rumors of human trafficking and that is something he can not let stand. He invited his ever faithful Half-Orc companion to travel with him, and the thought of him and his friend verses an army brings back mixed emotions.
As they approach the area, his companion holds his shoulders, showing two fingers in two different directions he finally sees the four guards near a cave opening, kicking himself for being so out of practice, he nods and points to the left. As she steadies her bow, The Master pulls up his cloak and fades into the Aether. She holds to a count of five and let's the arrow fly, and before it connects she is already knocking a second arrow. The guards on the left, who were closer heard a disruption and turned to look toward the other group. A thick gurgling sound comes from the one to the far left, and his buddy turned just in time to lock eyes with the wide grin of the Master, now bathed in blood from the man of whom he had carved out his throat. Like a flash, the child like form hit the ground and spin like a top, driving both his daggers deep in to the mans throat then pulling them apart and severing the mans head from his body.
The Half-Orc approached cautiously, having never seen this kind of blood lust before. As she approached, The Master had reverted to his normal demeanor, aside from being soaked in two other persons blood. They both moved in to the cave slowly and stealthily. Not running into any other guards, they came across cages with scores of people squished into them, half awake and near death, they quickly pulled out thieves tools and opened the doors. The people did help the less fortunate out leaving a few dead bodies behind. Overlooking the dead bodies brought a deep look of anger that she saw approaching The Masters face, sent a chill of fear down the half-orcs spine. She knew this was a personal mission but did not realize the passion nor the bloodthirsty nature of her boss.
From the rear of the cave, five smaller men and one large man walked in and spotted them both just standing there which brought them to a pause as a redhead with a short pixie haircut walked in, and through the men. She said, "I have no idea who you are, but you have made a huge mistake." Before she could finish, The Master jumped into action, becoming a green blue through the air as wet blood seemed to stream into his wake. He was through two of the smaller men, when the first arrow struck the third and the rest had pulled their weapons. Blood seemed to spray thicker and more through the wake of the master, breaking through the defense of the fifth smaller man, and his lifeless body fell to the ground, he came to a halt.
Dripping in blood, none of it his he said, "I am The Master, but you can call me death." Just then he parried and dodged the two rapier attacks from the redhead woman, she was almost as quick. As the larger man attempted to grab at the child like figure of The Master, his large body seemed to freeze. As he stopped and fell over, with five larger arrows lodged in his back. The Half-Orc understanding the mindset of her Master announced, "The field is far, this battle is yours." As she moved to have a vantage point up on some scaffolding. the Master smiled through the blood, twirling his daggers he says, "It is just you and I scum, and your life is forfiet!" But he was taken aback when she said, "You have done well for yourself Umbra, though that was never your real name. I have a truth you never will know, and that should be enough when I go to my grave." Taken aback from the sound of his former name, the first Rapier strike connected and cut him clean on the arm, but that was enough to bring him to action. In a giant blur, the two waged on, not even noticing the three other men that the Half-Orc had felled as thy entered the room. When the blur finished, The Masters hand was buried deep in the red headed woman's stomach. As he drew it out, she said in a whisper, "King of Kurn" as the life came from her eyes. The Master began shaking her yelling, "No, tell me what you know!" But it was too late. The Half-Orc companion yelled, "Master we must go!" But all she heard was a faint, "No!" As The Master set himself to the sounds of a mass of people coming up through the rear tunnel. When the first of the new group came out, they fell before they even saw the small statured Halfling, arrows through the throats. Then he moved into action. A hurricane of blood came forth as The Master moved into action. Moving through the tunnel through his enemies as a Tsunami of blood poured out. The Half-Orc burst into action, running to catch up to her Master moving through mountains of lifeless corpses, as the tunnel ended into a pier, all enemies dead at her Masters feet, she found a new found respect for her abilities. She realized she found him standing looking out of the cave, to which a a single name could be made out from the rear of the ship disappearing into the sea, it was a ship named,"Umbra" and at this, The Master dropped both of his drenched blade not believing what he had seen. Not understanding what had happened, but knowing they could not stay where they were, she picked up The Masters blades. As she placed a hand on his shoulder and pulled up the hood of her cloak she heard him say, "Who am I?"
As they approach the area, his companion holds his shoulders, showing two fingers in two different directions he finally sees the four guards near a cave opening, kicking himself for being so out of practice, he nods and points to the left. As she steadies her bow, The Master pulls up his cloak and fades into the Aether. She holds to a count of five and let's the arrow fly, and before it connects she is already knocking a second arrow. The guards on the left, who were closer heard a disruption and turned to look toward the other group. A thick gurgling sound comes from the one to the far left, and his buddy turned just in time to lock eyes with the wide grin of the Master, now bathed in blood from the man of whom he had carved out his throat. Like a flash, the child like form hit the ground and spin like a top, driving both his daggers deep in to the mans throat then pulling them apart and severing the mans head from his body.
The Half-Orc approached cautiously, having never seen this kind of blood lust before. As she approached, The Master had reverted to his normal demeanor, aside from being soaked in two other persons blood. They both moved in to the cave slowly and stealthily. Not running into any other guards, they came across cages with scores of people squished into them, half awake and near death, they quickly pulled out thieves tools and opened the doors. The people did help the less fortunate out leaving a few dead bodies behind. Overlooking the dead bodies brought a deep look of anger that she saw approaching The Masters face, sent a chill of fear down the half-orcs spine. She knew this was a personal mission but did not realize the passion nor the bloodthirsty nature of her boss.
From the rear of the cave, five smaller men and one large man walked in and spotted them both just standing there which brought them to a pause as a redhead with a short pixie haircut walked in, and through the men. She said, "I have no idea who you are, but you have made a huge mistake." Before she could finish, The Master jumped into action, becoming a green blue through the air as wet blood seemed to stream into his wake. He was through two of the smaller men, when the first arrow struck the third and the rest had pulled their weapons. Blood seemed to spray thicker and more through the wake of the master, breaking through the defense of the fifth smaller man, and his lifeless body fell to the ground, he came to a halt.
Dripping in blood, none of it his he said, "I am The Master, but you can call me death." Just then he parried and dodged the two rapier attacks from the redhead woman, she was almost as quick. As the larger man attempted to grab at the child like figure of The Master, his large body seemed to freeze. As he stopped and fell over, with five larger arrows lodged in his back. The Half-Orc understanding the mindset of her Master announced, "The field is far, this battle is yours." As she moved to have a vantage point up on some scaffolding. the Master smiled through the blood, twirling his daggers he says, "It is just you and I scum, and your life is forfiet!" But he was taken aback when she said, "You have done well for yourself Umbra, though that was never your real name. I have a truth you never will know, and that should be enough when I go to my grave." Taken aback from the sound of his former name, the first Rapier strike connected and cut him clean on the arm, but that was enough to bring him to action. In a giant blur, the two waged on, not even noticing the three other men that the Half-Orc had felled as thy entered the room. When the blur finished, The Masters hand was buried deep in the red headed woman's stomach. As he drew it out, she said in a whisper, "King of Kurn" as the life came from her eyes. The Master began shaking her yelling, "No, tell me what you know!" But it was too late. The Half-Orc companion yelled, "Master we must go!" But all she heard was a faint, "No!" As The Master set himself to the sounds of a mass of people coming up through the rear tunnel. When the first of the new group came out, they fell before they even saw the small statured Halfling, arrows through the throats. Then he moved into action. A hurricane of blood came forth as The Master moved into action. Moving through the tunnel through his enemies as a Tsunami of blood poured out. The Half-Orc burst into action, running to catch up to her Master moving through mountains of lifeless corpses, as the tunnel ended into a pier, all enemies dead at her Masters feet, she found a new found respect for her abilities. She realized she found him standing looking out of the cave, to which a a single name could be made out from the rear of the ship disappearing into the sea, it was a ship named,"Umbra" and at this, The Master dropped both of his drenched blade not believing what he had seen. Not understanding what had happened, but knowing they could not stay where they were, she picked up The Masters blades. As she placed a hand on his shoulder and pulled up the hood of her cloak she heard him say, "Who am I?"