Kahlidor is a town in Kabul, it is heavily fortified. |
| Benjamin Torik Benjamin finished his tankard of ale and thudded it down on the counter, swinging his legs off the counter at the same time, he stand and raises his hands into the air, his piercing blue eyes analyzing the boisterous tavern he was in. The 30 sell swords in the room fell silent at his upright hands, Men! We have come far in these past years, but now we look for something of more substance. I say we go and we meet with those sand shits and take out a contract with them. What do yah say to fighting those fuckers in Arzla huh?!? We might even be knighted if we prove our valor, he says with a smirk. Bran, a simpleton with some skill at a mace grinned happily, I'd like t'have a neat title like knigh' Benny. He said raising his beer filled tankard into the air, the men in the tavern let out a roar and toasted as well. Ben grinned, C'mon boys! Get off your stinken lazy asses and let's ride for Kabul City!!! The small company roar in approval and bustle out of the tavern. The tavern keeper behind the bar let out a small sigh of relief as the boisterous bunch left, Than' the gods they're gone... he mutters quietly. The company mount their horses outside, Ben included. He flicks the reins and they ride for the town gates, upon reaching it they see a 50 man group some ways down the road. Ben holds up his hand to signal the men behind him to halt, he rides forward and looks at the group. Looks like a group of bounty hunters... And a large one at that. He grins, there was only one reason for them to be here. He calls out to them, Greetings strangers, quite a large party you have there! The man who was obviously the leader came forward, mid-thirties, tall, muscular, a man in his prime, a challenge. The man had a deep voice, I can say the same for you, scum of The Bleeding Mare! He shouts back, spitting as he did so. Ben smiled, You itchen for a kicken? He says, his men laughed at this. The bounty hunter leader was confused, The Bleeding Mare were clearly outnumbered, why were they so unfazed. They were about 100 meters apart, I'll wipe that smug smile from yee pretty face boy! He shouts, digging his boots into his horses sides and flicking the reins, the men behind him shouted a battle cry and surged forward, drawing weapons. Ben smiled and drew his dual swords, LOOKS LIKE THEY WANT SOME BOYS!!! HAVE AT EM'!!! He hollers and charges forward, his company doing the same. The group came together in a clash of screaming, metal and the cries of men dying. Bran waved his large mace around, smashing and bashing the heads of any in his way, the rest of The Bleeding Mare were doing the same. The tide of battle was in complete favor of the sell sword company. The big man that led the bounty hunter group had a massive two handed sword, he slashed and hacked away, clearing the pillar of strength holding the foolish group together. Ben laughed and swung his two swords about, slashing off the hand of a man, his head following suit shortly after. Ben reeled to his next enemy, deflecting a strike and plunging his other sword into the mans heart, he laughed, a mad and blood covered grin on his face. Ben then caught the eyesight of the big man, he smirked and charged forward, waving his blood covered swords about with ferociousness and gracefulness. The big man swung his sword down in a overhead chop that would have sliced both Ben and his steed in half, had he not directed his horse to step away. He shot one of his sword forward, but the big man was quick, quicker than any big man had the right to be. He deflected the sword, sending it flying from Ben's grip. Ben dived from the saddle of his horse, doing an unexpected somersault and slicing across his opponent horse's head. The horse went reeling and collapsed, the big man with it. Ben sprinted over and brought his sword down into the big mans heart, who then let out a sputtering groan and a gasp as Ben twisted the sword and relieved it from the flesh. All about him lay death, 27 of The Bleeding Mare still stood, covered in blood. Ben frowned, three of our men died!?! Hah! That's scornful! Who we missing? He shouts at his men. Bran looks around and does a quick head count, Uh, we missin Bill, Mark and Fraser... He says with his usual stupid tone. Ben sighs, they had been good men and ones he could count on. We'll drink a toast to em' later tonight, for now find their bodies and bury the poor fucks. The men quickly obey the command, finding the said bodies and burying them under the soft soil sand that was common in Kabul. With that done, Ben strode through the dead and retrieved his sword that had been knocked away, he sheathed his steel and mounted his steed. His face and body were covered in blood, his blue eyes stood contrasting on the red water of his enemies. Now that that's over, WE RIDE FOR KABUL!!! He shouts as he spurs his horse and his men race down the road behind him, some injured, most soaking in blood, mourning their dead but all grinning widely. Death was common and their friends would feast at the dining tables of Heaven. |
WymsicalJun 23, 2015 7:10 PM
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