Post by Spectre of the Past on Jun 3, 2004 1:44:25 GMT -5
Through the window came a figure cloaked in dark robes, the moonlight behind casting a long shadow before him as he entered the room. Approaching the bed which held the sleeping king, the figure leaned forward and whispered. <w> "Nicho....arise, they are coming for ye."
Nicho did not even stir, the figure looked to the door then back to the young king. <w> "Wake up Nicho...ye must, they are coming.....they are coming..."
Down the hall footsteps and the clinking of chain mail armour were heard, the doorknob turned and it opened as several figures cloaked in crimson robes entered.
The figure in black stood to full height and placed himself inbetween the crimson ones and Nicho. "I will not let ye have him." His right hand reached into his cloak and produced a black bladed sword with a gold hilt. Holding it in a ready stance as two red eyes glowed from inside the large hood that covered his features.
The crimson ones moved out and surrounded the one in black. The one who remained in the center spoke. "The ghostmaster is ours, his time is come. Stand aside for our business here shall be swift and we of the Crimson Order do not take kindly to people meddling in our affairs."
With a leap and a mighty slash of that black blade, the figure in black struck down the leader of the three. Parrying a blow from the one on the right he spun around with flowing robes as he kicked the one on the left who was coming at him from behind. Driving his blade through the one on the right, he turned to face his final foe. Dodging to the left to avoid a downward slash he slid his blade into the side of the last attacker. Glancing to Nicho, he thought he saw the king stir in his bed. With a fluttering of robes he swiftly made his way out the window and into the night leaving behind only 3 crimson robed bodies on the floor.
Nicho did not even stir, the figure looked to the door then back to the young king. <w> "Wake up Nicho...ye must, they are coming.....they are coming..."
Down the hall footsteps and the clinking of chain mail armour were heard, the doorknob turned and it opened as several figures cloaked in crimson robes entered.
The figure in black stood to full height and placed himself inbetween the crimson ones and Nicho. "I will not let ye have him." His right hand reached into his cloak and produced a black bladed sword with a gold hilt. Holding it in a ready stance as two red eyes glowed from inside the large hood that covered his features.
The crimson ones moved out and surrounded the one in black. The one who remained in the center spoke. "The ghostmaster is ours, his time is come. Stand aside for our business here shall be swift and we of the Crimson Order do not take kindly to people meddling in our affairs."
With a leap and a mighty slash of that black blade, the figure in black struck down the leader of the three. Parrying a blow from the one on the right he spun around with flowing robes as he kicked the one on the left who was coming at him from behind. Driving his blade through the one on the right, he turned to face his final foe. Dodging to the left to avoid a downward slash he slid his blade into the side of the last attacker. Glancing to Nicho, he thought he saw the king stir in his bed. With a fluttering of robes he swiftly made his way out the window and into the night leaving behind only 3 crimson robed bodies on the floor.