Arrow Jack/ Chapter Two Read Count : 103

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Octosis 9/568/ E3Day of The Eyles Festival!

“Everard Eyles was the man whom slain the mighty dragon that no one has ever seen before, Kirokien, the dragon that wore his enemies bones as armour! by enemy, I mean other dragons.” The Narrator said as a man who played Everard came out with a hatchet in one hand.

Some of the crowed just rolled their eyes at the tale the narrator was presenting, some of the people in the crowd were impressed.

“This is the story of the man who slain a dragon that was said to claim this world his own, but with just a hatchet, Everard showed Kirokien that this world can’t be taken.” The Narrator Said as “Everard” Lifted up his hatchet in the air.

Then "Everard" started to pace back and forth, making some of the crowd go wild.

“The year was 230, it was the birth of a new land called Chrylotine, many people from other Islands,including ours, made their way there and started fresh.” The Narrator said as “water” came in with “Boats” on top heading towards an “Island”.

The curtains closed as the Narrator said: “As the world wonders around of why no one was responding to the letters they’ve sent there or why the couriers they’ve sent have never returned, until they sent the early guild of RavenHeart, the fiercest guild in Korhleah.” The Narrator said as the curtains opened and he jumped on a rock as he pointed to a group of people wearing armour ,carrying a flag bearing a raven, with a single eye on its chest.

Then the Narrator walked to the other side of the stage while one the men introduced a bearded man with a small child. The child had golden brown hair and red ruby eyes, the boy looked shy and scared as if he was nervous being on the stage.

“And the boy that Richard Eyles has brought is Everard as a young lad.” The Narrator said as the boy came to the front of the stage, ready to say his verse.

There was a pause between what the Narrator said and when the boy came up the stage

“Well, are you not going to speak, boy?” The Narrator scolded at the boy as he flinched back in fear.

The boy walked slowly towards to the front of the stage, ready to speak his lines again.

“Tis I, Everard Eyles of the RavenHeart Guild, I have come here to…”The boy said as he was trying to remember his line.

“Speak boy!” The Narrator yelled out as the boy fell down in fear.

The crowd started murmuring, numerous feeling pity for the boy.

“Get that boy off the stage, and let my child go!” A lady yelled out in the crowd as she held her daughter’s hand up.

The crowd went louder, and the boy started to hyperventilate, sweat was pouring on the boy as he put his hands in front of him, like someone was going to hurt him.

“Boy! Get off or remember your lines.” The Narrator scolded.

“I, I…..”

Then the crowd calmed down when a boy with silver hair came on the stage, with a wolfish grin.

“Tis I, Everard Eyles of RavenHeart, I have came here to test my skills and prove my father that I am not some filthy coward! But a fierce warrior to go against the world at my will!” The boy said as he walked up on the stage, as he glanced at the boy that failed to speak his lines.

“That is good Lawrence, show that coward how to speak like a true poet.” A lady said in the crowd.

“Poor boy, I bet he feels ashamed to be up there.” Jack said.

The the other boy pushed Lawrence aside and said: But tis a hassle here in this barren land of just fields of grass and dirt as far as the eye can see” The boy said smiling like he regained his confidence.

Then the smaller boy smiled as he was about to speak his other lines, until Lawrence threw on the ground.

“ A wretched evenfall/ A little coward scampers/ in the spite of fear.” Lawrence said to the crowd. As the crowd gave a confused look at him.

“Tis a little too late to try and regain yourself.” Lawrence said.

“Did that boy just recite a Haiku?” Boris said.

“Haiku? What is that?” Boris asked.

“Tis a complicated, yet a short poem, only “Experts” write them, and for it to be a haiku. It has to be in three lines.” Boris said

“Yeesh” Jack said, as he rolls his eyes.

“What?”

“Someone has been reading a lot of poems and books lately.” Jack scoffs

“Got a problem?” Boris said.

“Kinda, you are just reading while I am working my butt off to get us coin for our bills and taxes.” Jack said as if he was not trying to offend Boris.

Boris just glanced at Jack.

Then the two boys started fighting, the younger boy was somehow winning, while Lawrence retreated back to his mother, the younger boy started bowing, and tried to continue but the Narrator grabbed the boy and dragged to the back stage to scold him.

Suddenly, the curtains on the stage closed, and the Narrator said:”This is why I do not go to Stoikia!”

¨This place is full of idiots and people who can’t even pay for their own food!¨ The Narrator yelled out as everyone glanced at the stage with a dark expression.

¨That guy, I going to beat some sense into him!¨ Boris exclaimed as he clenched his fist.

¨Don´t you dare!¨ Jack scolded as he glared at Boris.


Later that evening, Jack and Boris made their way to a building titled ¨The Groggy Sailor Tavern¨. The frigid air burning Jack`s and Boris`s nose, whilst leaves cracking beneath their feet.

¨Like I said for the 10th time, the board should have the papers still!¨ Jack explained to Boris as they took a seat at a booth near a window.

Boris then yawned, and started cracking his fingers.

¨Okay, calm down, tis our time off.¨Boris said as he put his arms behind his head.


The tavern was alive with noise and patrants alike, Bards and Sailors played their shanties, as group of Mercenaries were flirting with the waitress, a Dark Elf and a Wood Elf were arguing whether archery was better or magic was, a group of Pirates were talking and singing shanties, and others were dancing and enjoying the final time until the festival really started.

“So, what is the plan tonight?” Jack said as he took a sip from his tankard full of mead.

Then Jack rubbed his eyes and yawned, bored from the pause between his brother and he.

“We are going to disguise ourselves again, and take down these guards.” Boris whispered.

“Don’t you think Jameson already knows are petty tricks?” Jack asked as he sniffed his mead.

“He never caught us! The only time he caught us was before he guarded the gates of his land.” Boris said as he took an arrow from his quiver.

Suddenly, a group of men walked in holding the door for someone else, then a man with green skin and pointy ears ducked through the door way to get in and walk towards the bartenders counter.

“Have you seen these men?” The man said as he held out two sketches of Boris and Jack.

“Holy crap, I think that green guy has our bounties from Jameson!” Jack said as he pulled a cloak over himself.

The bartender shook his head and the men started asking other patrants, but some refused, and some knew Jack and Boris personally and they lied.

“You think so?” Boris said as he pulled a gray cloak over his head.

Suddenly, the giant man from the group came towards them, and held up a piece a paper with Boris and Jack`s sketch on there.

“Have you seen these two?”The man said as he looked down at the two cloaked figures.

Boris shook his head as Jack held up his right hand and put down his ring finger as a sign.

“Very well, enjoy your evening, and make sure to buy James brand brandy.” The man said as he looked up at other suspicious patrants.

Boris then tried to do what Jack did with his fingers, but wasn't successful,

“What did that mean, ya know, the sign with your hand?” Boris asked

“It’s a sign that foreigners use when they don’t understand the language that other people speak.” Jack responded

“Oh”

“One of Jameson`s loonies, ey?” Boris said as he went over a bulletin board named “Salty Dog`s bounty board”.

There were many bounties on the board, one was about catching a thief, another was about hunting down a wyvern. A lot of bounties about pest control and murder request which illegal everywhere else

“To whom who has this parchment in your hands, I have a request. A request to guard my sewer lot for as long as you desire, you shall be payed 2 collow a day.” Boris read outloud.

“What a horrible deal” Jack added.

“But shall be payed 1 sillow coin for each of 10 brigmites that are eradicated out of my sewer.”

“Shall we do it?” Jack said as he took a loud sip from his tankard.

“Yup,tis the plan, I shall go as “Morrison Skull Cracker”.” Boris said as he held up his right hand, and clenched it with confidence.

“Guess I am “Lexi Xanderheldt II”, Like that?” Jack asked

“Lets go right now, shall we?” Boris asked.

“But the festival is tonight,and you don’t have a bow!” Jack said as he glanced over the group of men.

“Dont worry, that old bow is just the brace, I am going to use a dagger instead.” Boris said as he pulled out a dagger with a white clear blade, and a gray handle with the letters J,Q, and D.

Jacks eyes grew big, as his jaw dropped in awe.

“Where did you get that!” Jack said as he quickly glanced around the tavern to make sure no one was watching them.

“Cool, huh?” Boris asked as he started fidgeting with the dagger.

“Chrystallite, A dagger with Chrystallite as its blade!” Jack whispered, as he took the blade to see if it was real or not.

“Where did you get this?” Jack asked as he gave the dagger back to Boris.

“Jameson just misplaced it and I happen to be there to get it.” Boris said as he kept tossing the dagger up in the air.

Jack then started to stare in the air, shocked, not knowing what to do, so he had an idea.

“A dagger that belonged to a noble?” Jack said as he clasped his hands together

“That could get us a boat ride to Chrylotine!” Jack said as he chuckled a bit.

“What are you implying?” Boris asked

“We could sell that, and I, we, could get off of this land and I could have my village at Chrylotine!”Jack said as a insane grin ran across his face.

“Then what, we’d be hungry because you sold the dagger and used the coin for the boat ride!” Boris said as he sheathed his dagger back.

“But, tis my dream to go their and show father that I could be a great leader, show him that I am not a coward! we also need to help the people here, don`t you understand!” Jack exclaimed as he tried to take the dagger.

“But we need this to go hunting and steal coin from Jameson!” Boris exclaimed to Jack as he clenched his fist.

“Then we sell the dagger?” Jack said as he calmed down.

“Never, this is my dagger!” Boris said.

“You do not care about me do you? You only care about what father said”Stay in this island and live your life in fear of the nobles”, you just want to stay here and be a thief for life.” Jack yelled out as he stood up, clenching his fist.

“Wait what! Keep it down!” Boris whispered as he started to cover his face.

But it was too late

The other patrants and group of men looked at Boris and Jack.

"You know what Boris, I am done with your ignorance, if you are not going to help me, then I will just help myself!" Jack yelled out, as he stomped out of the tavern, slamming the door behind him.

Boris`s eyes widened when the men were glaring at him, he sighed and tried to think, and calm down. But sweat was pouring, his mind could only think about his brother getting hurt.

“Well I be damned, it was the nomads all long” The Giant man said as he charged towards Boris.

Then Boris stood up and lunged sideways as the man tried to grab him. Suddenly, the smaller men tried to backstab Boris, but he turned around and grabbed the man’s arm and twisted hard. Finally, he unsheathed his blade and jumped on the giants back and started stabbing.

But the man’s skin was too tough, and the blade could only pierce so much.

“Come on you dumb blade!” Boris yelled as the man grabbed him and threw him off with a crashing bang.

Boris started groaning,lying on the cold, wooden floor. The people around him started to move away, frightened by the scene. Boris coughed, the foul taste of iron on his tongue as blood tainted the pale, yellow skin on his hand. Trying to get up he flinched, his hand going to his side. He must have broken a rib. His eyes lifted to the ugly green Giant, the tension in his jaw visible. Determent, he pushed himself up, spitting the last bit of blood from his mouth. Though in pain, he stood strong, his dagger in his hand, his gaze on his targets every move.

"You done?" Boris mocked, as he wiped some more sweat off of his head.

“You want more, ey?” The giant man mocked.

“I’ve got this, go get the other one!” The giant man instructed.

“Oh no, not Jack!” Boris yelped out with his dying breath.

“So that’s your little Champs name, ay?” The giant man said mockingly

“Yeah, but right now, tis about me!” Boris yelled out

Then he grabbed a bottle of brandy, and threw it at the giant mans face, then he ran up to the man and grabbed his arm, finally he started twisting his arm as hard as he could.

“You think you could stop me you thief!” The Giant yelled as he threw Boris with one arm across the room, as Boris lands on a nearby table full of mead and ale.

His chest started to hurt more, his hands started to shake, sweat was messing with his hair, everything was getting blurry and darker.

“Jameson warned me to know how “Crafty” you guys were, I guess he was wrong!” The Giant chuckled as he walked towards Boris.

“Your wrong, Orcs can’t be that dumb can they,Ey?”Boris mocked as he lunged forward with his dagger on one hand at the orc and attempted to slit his throat, but the orc flinched back in fear.

“Crap!”

“You dirty bastard, you played me well as a coward going to die at the hands of a thief.” The Orc said as he laughed at Boris bleeding out on the floor.

Then he picked him up and threw him across the room at the bartenders counter, hitting all of the glass bottles of mead.

As the mead was stinging Boris`s wounds, the Orc walks towards Boris saying:”Wanna play some more, we gonna be here all night!’

Boris then thought about the hate that orcs were getting, then it gave him an idea.

“Ya know, you are the reason why orcs here are getting all the hate, my friend Wraog from Korleah is here, and why don’t you look behind you?” Boris said Mockingly.

The orc squinted at him.

“He is?” The Orc said as he turned around, foolishly, expecting another orc to be there waiting, but then Boris grabbed a potion from the counter saying “Potion of Lethargy”, and dipped his dagger in it.

Boris`s arm was shaking, the dagger drenched in the red substance, he had one shot at this, he then ran up to the orc to strike.

“There is no..” The orc said as he was interrupted from Boris sinking his dagger in his right side of his chest.

“You, idiot” The Orc trying say as he was getting sleepy from the potion.

The orc started to wobble around, like he was losing balance.

“Jameson will be very, angry at..” The Orc said as he was trying to finish his sentence.

The orc started swaying back and forth, trying to keep his balance, his eyelids started to get heavier by the second, he did not what to do.

“Oh, no,” The Orc said lethargically as he fell to the ground, sleeping away the night.

“Not crafty, huh?” Boris asked as he stepped on the Orc’s head to make sure if he was alive or not.

The stench of sweat, tobacco, alcohol and orc wax invaded the air around Boris.

Suddenly, loud bells were ringing simultaneously in a rhythm, like a song.

“So, it started.” Boris said as limped out of the tavern, watching everyone as they gather around a steel statue of a man holding a hatchet.

“Oh, no,” Boris said as he realized Jack is alone and three men were after him.

Boris started thinking of what to do, where to go.

“Jack!!” Boris yelped out, as he looked through the crowds of people.

“Don’t worry Brother, I’m coming!” Boris thought as he limped towards the crowd of people.


Octosis 9/568/ E3Day of The Eyles Festival!

“Everard Eyles was the man whom slain the mighty dragon that no one has ever seen before, Kirokien, the dragon that wore his enemies bones as armour! by enemy, I mean other dragons.” The Narrator said as a man who played Everard came out with a hatchet in one hand.

Some of the crowed just rolled their eyes at the tale the narrator was presenting, some of the people in the crowd were impressed.

“This is the story of the man who slain a dragon that was said to claim this world his own, but with just a hatchet, Everard showed Kirokien that this world can’t be taken.” The Narrator Said as “Everard” Lifted up his hatchet in the air.

Then "Everard" started to pace back and forth, making some of the crowd go wild.

“The year was 230, it was the birth of a new land called Chrylotine, many people from other Islands,including ours, made their way there and started fresh.” The Narrator said as “water” came in with “Boats” on top heading towards an “Island”.

The curtains closed as the Narrator said: “As the world wonders around of why no one was responding to the letters they’ve sent there or why the couriers they’ve sent have never returned, until they sent the early guild of RavenHeart, the fiercest guild in Korhleah.” The Narrator said as the curtains opened and he jumped on a rock as he pointed to a group of people wearing armour ,carrying a flag bearing a raven, with a single eye on its chest.

Then the Narrator walked to the other side of the stage while one the men introduced a bearded man with a small child. The child had golden brown hair and red ruby eyes, the boy looked shy and scared as if he was nervous being on the stage.

“And the boy that Richard Eyles has brought is Everard as a young lad.” The Narrator said as the boy came to the front of the stage, ready to say his verse.

There was a pause between what the Narrator said and when the boy came up the stage

“Well, are you not going to speak, boy?” The Narrator scolded at the boy as he flinched back in fear.

The boy walked slowly towards to the front of the stage, ready to speak his lines again.

“Tis I, Everard Eyles of the RavenHeart Guild, I have come here to…”The boy said as he was trying to remember his line.

“Speak boy!” The Narrator yelled out as the boy fell down in fear.

The crowd started murmuring, numerous feeling pity for the boy.

“Get that boy off the stage, and let my child go!” A lady yelled out in the crowd as she held her daughter’s hand up.

The crowd went louder, and the boy started to hyperventilate, sweat was pouring on the boy as he put his hands in front of him, like someone was going to hurt him.

“Boy! Get off or remember your lines.” The Narrator scolded.

“I, I…..”

Then the crowd calmed down when a boy with silver hair came on the stage, with a wolfish grin.

“Tis I, Everard Eyles of RavenHeart, I have came here to test my skills and prove my father that I am not some filthy coward! But a fierce warrior to go against the world at my will!” The boy said as he walked up on the stage, as he glanced at the boy that failed to speak his lines.

“That is good Lawrence, show that coward how to speak like a true poet.” A lady said in the crowd.

“Poor boy, I bet he feels ashamed to be up there.” Jack said.

The the other boy pushed Lawrence aside and said: But tis a hassle here in this barren land of just fields of grass and dirt as far as the eye can see” The boy said smiling like he regained his confidence.

Then the smaller boy smiled as he was about to speak his other lines, until Lawrence threw on the ground.

“ A wretched evenfall/ A little coward scampers/ in the spite of fear.” Lawrence said to the crowd. As the crowd gave a confused look at him.

“Tis a little too late to try and regain yourself.” Lawrence said.

“Did that boy just recite a Haiku?” Boris said.

“Haiku? What is that?” Boris asked.

“Tis a complicated, yet a short poem, only “Experts” write them, and for it to be a haiku. It has to be in three lines.” Boris said

“Yeesh” Jack said, as he rolls his eyes.

“What?”

“Someone has been reading a lot of poems and books lately.” Jack scoffs

“Got a problem?” Boris said.

“Kinda, you are just reading while I am working my butt off to get us coin for our bills and taxes.” Jack said as if he was not trying to offend Boris.

Boris just glanced at Jack.

Then the two boys started fighting, the younger boy was somehow winning, while Lawrence retreated back to his mother, the younger boy started bowing, and tried to continue but the Narrator grabbed the boy and dragged to the back stage to scold him.

Suddenly, the curtains on the stage closed, and the Narrator said:”This is why I do not go to Stoikia!”

¨This place is full of idiots and people who can’t even pay for their own food!¨ The Narrator yelled out as everyone glanced at the stage with a dark expression.

¨That guy, I going to beat some sense into him!¨ Boris exclaimed as he clenched his fist.

¨Don´t you dare!¨ Jack scolded as he glared at Boris.


Later that evening, Jack and Boris made their way to a building titled ¨The Groggy Sailor Tavern¨. The frigid air burning Jack`s and Boris`s nose, whilst leaves cracking beneath their feet.

¨Like I said for the 10th time, the board should have the papers still!¨ Jack explained to Boris as they took a seat at a booth near a window.

Boris then yawned, and started cracking his fingers.

¨Okay, calm down, tis our time off.¨Boris said as he put his arms behind his head.


The tavern was alive with noise and patrants alike, Bards and Sailors played their shanties, as group of Mercenaries were flirting with the waitress, a Dark Elf and a Wood Elf were arguing whether archery was better or magic was, a group of Pirates were talking and singing shanties, and others were dancing and enjoying the final time until the festival really started.

“So, what is the plan tonight?” Jack said as he took a sip from his tankard full of mead.

Then Jack rubbed his eyes and yawned, bored from the pause between his brother and he.

“We are going to disguise ourselves again, and take down these guards.” Boris whispered.

“Don’t you think Jameson already knows are petty tricks?” Jack asked as he sniffed his mead.

“He never caught us! The only time he caught us was before he guarded the gates of his land.” Boris said as he took an arrow from his quiver.

Suddenly, a group of men walked in holding the door for someone else, then a man with green skin and pointy ears ducked through the door way to get in and walk towards the bartenders counter.

“Have you seen these men?” The man said as he held out two sketches of Boris and Jack.

“Holy crap, I think that green guy has our bounties from Jameson!” Jack said as he pulled a cloak over himself.

The bartender shook his head and the men started asking other patrants, but some refused, and some knew Jack and Boris personally and they lied.

“You think so?” Boris said as he pulled a gray cloak over his head.

Suddenly, the giant man from the group came towards them, and held up a piece a paper with Boris and Jack`s sketch on there.

“Have you seen these two?”The man said as he looked down at the two cloaked figures.

Boris shook his head as Jack held up his right hand and put down his ring finger as a sign.

“Very well, enjoy your evening, and make sure to buy James brand brandy.” The man said as he looked up at other suspicious patrants.

Boris then tried to do what Jack did with his fingers, but wasn't successful,

“What did that mean, ya know, the sign with your hand?” Boris asked

“It’s a sign that foreigners use when they don’t understand the language that other people speak.” Jack responded

“Oh”

“One of Jameson`s loonies, ey?” Boris said as he went over a bulletin board named “Salty Dog`s bounty board”.

There were many bounties on the board, one was about catching a thief, another was about hunting down a wyvern. A lot of bounties about pest control and murder request which illegal everywhere else

“To whom who has this parchment in your hands, I have a request. A request to guard my sewer lot for as long as you desire, you shall be payed 2 collow a day.” Boris read outloud.

“What a horrible deal” Jack added.

“But shall be payed 1 sillow coin for each of 10 brigmites that are eradicated out of my sewer.”

“Shall we do it?” Jack said as he took a loud sip from his tankard.

“Yup,tis the plan, I shall go as “Morrison Skull Cracker”.” Boris said as he held up his right hand, and clenched it with confidence.

“Guess I am “Lexi Xanderheldt II”, Like that?” Jack asked

“Lets go right now, shall we?” Boris asked.

“But the festival is tonight,and you don’t have a bow!” Jack said as he glanced over the group of men.

“Dont worry, that old bow is just the brace, I am going to use a dagger instead.” Boris said as he pulled out a dagger with a white clear blade, and a gray handle with the letters J,Q, and D.

Jacks eyes grew big, as his jaw dropped in awe.

“Where did you get that!” Jack said as he quickly glanced around the tavern to make sure no one was watching them.

“Cool, huh?” Boris asked as he started fidgeting with the dagger.

“Chrystallite, A dagger with Chrystallite as its blade!” Jack whispered, as he took the blade to see if it was real or not.

“Where did you get this?” Jack asked as he gave the dagger back to Boris.

“Jameson just misplaced it and I happen to be there to get it.” Boris said as he kept tossing the dagger up in the air.

Jack then started to stare in the air, shocked, not knowing what to do, so he had an idea.

“A dagger that belonged to a noble?” Jack said as he clasped his hands together

“That could get us a boat ride to Chrylotine!” Jack said as he chuckled a bit.

“What are you implying?” Boris asked

“We could sell that, and I, we, could get off of this land and I could have my village at Chrylotine!”Jack said as a insane grin ran across his face.

“Then what, we’d be hungry because you sold the dagger and used the coin for the boat ride!” Boris said as he sheathed his dagger back.

“But, tis my dream to go their and show father that I could be a great leader, show him that I am not a coward! we also need to help the people here, don`t you understand!” Jack exclaimed as he tried to take the dagger.

“But we need this to go hunting and steal coin from Jameson!” Boris exclaimed to Jack as he clenched his fist.

“Then we sell the dagger?” Jack said as he calmed down.

“Never, this is my dagger!” Boris said.

“You do not care about me do you? You only care about what father said”Stay in this island and live your life in fear of the nobles”, you just want to stay here and be a thief for life.” Jack yelled out as he stood up, clenching his fist.

“Wait what! Keep it down!” Boris whispered as he started to cover his face.

But it was too late

The other patrants and group of men looked at Boris and Jack.

"You know what Boris, I am done with your ignorance, if you are not going to help me, then I will just help myself!" Jack yelled out, as he stomped out of the tavern, slamming the door behind him.

Boris`s eyes widened when the men were glaring at him, he sighed and tried to think, and calm down. But sweat was pouring, his mind could only think about his brother getting hurt.

“Well I be damned, it was the nomads all long” The Giant man said as he charged towards Boris.

Then Boris stood up and lunged sideways as the man tried to grab him. Suddenly, the smaller men tried to backstab Boris, but he turned around and grabbed the man’s arm and twisted hard. Finally, he unsheathed his blade and jumped on the giants back and started stabbing.

But the man’s skin was too tough, and the blade could only pierce so much.

“Come on you dumb blade!” Boris yelled as the man grabbed him and threw him off with a crashing bang.

Boris started groaning,lying on the cold, wooden floor. The people around him started to move away, frightened by the scene. Boris coughed, the foul taste of iron on his tongue as blood tainted the pale, yellow skin on his hand. Trying to get up he flinched, his hand going to his side. He must have broken a rib. His eyes lifted to the ugly green Giant, the tension in his jaw visible. Determent, he pushed himself up, spitting the last bit of blood from his mouth. Though in pain, he stood strong, his dagger in his hand, his gaze on his targets every move.

"You done?" Boris mocked, as he wiped some more sweat off of his head.

“You want more, ey?” The giant man mocked.

“I’ve got this, go get the other one!” The giant man instructed.

“Oh no, not Jack!” Boris yelped out with his dying breath.

“So that’s your little Champs name, ay?” The giant man said mockingly

“Yeah, but right now, tis about me!” Boris yelled out

Then he grabbed a bottle of brandy, and threw it at the giant mans face, then he ran up to the man and grabbed his arm, finally he started twisting his arm as hard as he could.

“You think you could stop me you thief!” The Giant yelled as he threw Boris with one arm across the room, as Boris lands on a nearby table full of mead and ale.

His chest started to hurt more, his hands started to shake, sweat was messing with his hair, everything was getting blurry and darker.

“Jameson warned me to know how “Crafty” you guys were, I guess he was wrong!” The Giant chuckled as he walked towards Boris.

“Your wrong, Orcs can’t be that dumb can they,Ey?”Boris mocked as he lunged forward with his dagger on one hand at the orc and attempted to slit his throat, but the orc flinched back in fear.

“Crap!”

“You dirty bastard, you played me well as a coward going to die at the hands of a thief.” The Orc said as he laughed at Boris bleeding out on the floor.

Then he picked him up and threw him across the room at the bartenders counter, hitting all of the glass bottles of mead.

As the mead was stinging Boris`s wounds, the Orc walks towards Boris saying:”Wanna play some more, we gonna be here all night!’

Boris then thought about the hate that orcs were getting, then it gave him an idea.

“Ya know, you are the reason why orcs here are getting all the hate, my friend Wraog from Korleah is here, and why don’t you look behind you?” Boris said Mockingly.

The orc squinted at him.

“He is?” The Orc said as he turned around, foolishly, expecting another orc to be there waiting, but then Boris grabbed a potion from the counter saying “Potion of Lethargy”, and dipped his dagger in it.

Boris`s arm was shaking, the dagger drenched in the red substance, he had one shot at this, he then ran up to the orc to strike.

“There is no..” The orc said as he was interrupted from Boris sinking his dagger in his right side of his chest.

“You, idiot” The Orc trying say as he was getting sleepy from the potion.

The orc started to wobble around, like he was losing balance.

“Jameson will be very, angry at..” The Orc said as he was trying to finish his sentence.

The orc started swaying back and forth, trying to keep his balance, his eyelids started to get heavier by the second, he did not what to do.

“Oh, no,” The Orc said lethargically as he fell to the ground, sleeping away the night.

“Not crafty, huh?” Boris asked as he stepped on the Orc’s head to make sure if he was alive or not.

The stench of sweat, tobacco, alcohol and orc wax invaded the air around Boris.

Suddenly, loud bells were ringing simultaneously in a rhythm, like a song.

“So, it started.” Boris said as limped out of the tavern, watching everyone as they gather around a steel statue of a man holding a hatchet.

“Oh, no,” Boris said as he realized Jack is alone and three men were after him.

Boris started thinking of what to do, where to go.

“Jack!!” Boris yelped out, as he looked through the crowds of people.

“Don’t worry Brother, I’m coming!” Boris thought as he limped towards the crowd of people.

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