Quiet Doom

Under the wire Halloween post

Fellsgard is the foundation of Khy'eras' history and through reconstruction, it is now a vibrant and lively city. People reside here due to mild climate, opportunities, and safety and stability. Adventures often start from Fellsgard. Read more...
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Kelwin
Character
Master of many arts
Level
02
23 / 23 HP
20 / 20 MP
0p / 0g / 0s / 55c
Race: Lumeacia
Class: Monk and Sorcerer
Posts: 24
Joined: November 17th, 2019, 2:35 am
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Quiet Doom

Post by Kelwin »

Did he have bad luck or something. Every time he started getting to know someone they seemed to disappear. He admitted they were usually women. Which proved his theory that he was terrible with them. Oh well life goes on as they say. It was so cloudy as twilight approached that it gave him an uneasy feeling. "After sundown, things were going to get a whole lot worse." He said this aloud to a deserted street in the south district of Fellsguard. He was here for a reason. Since this was the slums he decided to try his hand as a crime deterrent. He had been fairly effective against the pirates a while ago.

The night seemed to embrace his tall form as the sun officially left view. The moon was so obscured by the clouds it might as well not be there. Good thing his elvin features weren't just for show. He could see better than a human. Suddenly, his pointed ears heard something like metal on stone behind him. He turned quickly to react, but saw nothing. After waiting a few moments he shrugged and continued walking.

As he passed a small side alley barely big enough for one person he heard it again. This time it seemed to be coming from a lower angle. He quickly front flipped away from the side passage and took up a defensive stance upon landing. Again nothing was around. Was it getting colder? He noticed his breath was now visible indicating a significant drop. This was getting a little weird he admitted to himself. He decided to quicken his pace a little.

Then his training took over as he heard something cutting the air. He dropped into a dodging role as the fabric on his shoulder tore leaving a small bleeding wound. The damaged area felt colder than the rest of his body. "Alright whoever you are show yourself. You don't want me to force you to I promise."

There was no answer as he waited for several minutes. When he decided to move it saved his life. Something small and narrow came from above and buried itself in the dirt where he had been standing moments before. Before he could figure out what the weapon was a dark cloak shrouded it from view. With out missing a beat the sorcerer took a deep breath and expelled a cone of fire at the cloaked figure. The speed it dodged at was impressive since he only singed the bottom of the fabric as it rolled into another narrow alley just out of sight. The elvin monk gave chase, but found nothing when he got there.

"Whoever you are you have skill, so how about facing me head on?" Again no answer was given as Kelwin waited. Several more minutes passed as the faintest sound came from behind. He dropped low and sent a back kick at his target. He felt his foot pass thru fabric and grow colder. The satisfaction of solid contact never came as the foe's cloak flew over head. He heard the sound of metal burying itself in stone. Then the figure was gone even though the Lumeacia was looking right at it.

"Hey you what are you doing on the streets this time of night! Don't you know there are killers and robbers out here." The unexpected voice came from a trio of city watch. One was bearing a torch while the others had hands on their still sheathed weapon hilts.

"I know that's why I'm out here to help. Did you all see anyone else around here?" The battle high was wearing off as the warrior spoke.

A different guard spoke up in annoyance. "Are you drunk mister, go home already. We don't need your help move along." With that the guards walked away leaving him alone once more.

Kelwin went over to the spot he heard metal hit. Buried in the stone was a rusty hook big enough to be a real weapon. It had to be several decades old at least, if not more. While he looked at it the metal turned to powder before his eyes. For the rest of the night he was unable to shake a feeling of dread. With his luck whatever attacked him was female.
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