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Posted by: Soulseeker3.0 Apr 14 2006, 02:24 AM

Well yeah, I got bored one day and started writing this up... I think i'm going pretty strong. My only downfall is I can't type so, if you like it there might be some delaye in the later updates, have fun.

Oh and this is fairly short... I don't havbe the patience to sit and type three paragraphs like Trey does (that is a weird compliment to you guys who type that much)

INTRODUCTION

Ty awoke to a low thundering noise and looked out his window to see dirt and dust billowing up on the horizon. Ty rubbed his eyes to look again and his mother burst into the room looking around frantically. Ty glanced out the window to see dark figures on the horizon take shape.

“Hey mommy what’s-”

“Hurry dear, come here.”

His mom pulled Ty through the house and Ty was starting to get scared. “Mommy, were is dadda? I’m scared.” Ty started crying and his mom picked him up. “Its okay, daddy’s with all the other men and they are going to protect us.”

“The peoples in black?”

“Yes, so we are going to be really quiet and hide.” Ty started to stop crying and nodded.

Ty’s mom took him to the basement wee they hid under a blanket waiting, just sitting there waiting. Waiting for Ty’s dad to call down the stairs. Ty laid there in his mother’s lap for what seemed like an eternity. Eventually he heard the door open, but something didn’t feel right. The sounds were rough and the smell was horrible. Ty peeked out of a hole in the rugged blanket and saw a group of men looking around.

Ty gasped and one of the men turned his head in Ty’s direction. The man moved closer and Ty grabbed his mother, who was trying to comfort him. The man’s hand seemed to hover over the blanket and the blanket was wrenched off and the man grunted, a signal to his comrades. Ty looked from his mom to the man and his mom was shaking her head and the men were smiling.

One of the men tore Ty away while the other two held her back. The one man looked over Ty and the only thing he said was “not worth it” and he threw Ty across the room. Ty hit his head on the wall and started to lose consciousness. He heard his mom scream and the men laugh. “No! Get off! Get off!” But the only answer was more laughter and Ty blacked out completely.

---Well the next update might throw you off but if you think about it, it should make since. Cheers

Posted by: Kiln Apr 14 2006, 03:06 PM

Not a bad start here Seeker, I wonder what will happen to the boy and his mother so please continue.

Posted by: Tellie Apr 14 2006, 03:14 PM

Oh no...poor Ty...I dont dare to think on what those people are going to do with Ty's mom...please give us more...this is a very exiting, and good Fan fic....

*bites nails*

Posted by: Soulseeker3.0 Apr 15 2006, 05:07 AM

Well here is another update, thanks for the positive feedback guys (and gals)

--Ty woke up in a cold sweat, his mother’s screams still echoing in his ears as he sat there in bed. Ty swung his feet off his bed and went to the window, “Damn, Its before dawn. Again.” Ty walked over to his bureau and splashed water on his face. Ty sensed another presence and sighed, “Ah, mourning Malachi.”

“Morning, troubled one, awake again? Are you going to talk about it this time?” Malachi worked his way over to Ty’s bed and eased himself down upon it.

“Sure, I’ll talk about it okay? At breakfast, I have chores.” Ty put his jacket on and started to walk out of the room and Malachi shook his head and mumbled something and said, “Lets do this the hard way then?”

Ty tried to move another step but he was frozen in place.

GAH!! This HAS to be overstepping his powers and breaking SOME law of the great council!

Malachi smiled and stood up, “Stop is wonderful, isn’t it. Now, you’ve been up before dawn for as long as I remember, training once you were small, in the forest.”

Training!? How the heck’d he know?!

Malachi made his way in front of Ty, “There is something troubling you and it has something to do with your village. Now, when I null the spell, follow me, I have something to show you. It's about time.” Malachi said something and Ty felt control of his muscles again.

“How’d you-” Malachi raised up his hand, “I know a lot more then you think and come.”

Malachi led Ty through the small house to a rock wall with door without a knob, the one Ty would stare at hours on end, wondering how to get in. “But How are we?" Malachi raised his hand again and shook his head. “Just… Watch.”

Malachi waved his hand and said an incantation Ty had never heard before. After a sentence or two, Malachi lowered his hand and stopped talking. The two stood there and Ty finally spoke up.

“Are you sure you said it right? Nothing is happening.” Malachi grinned. “That’s what your suppose to think.” Shortly there-after the door started to creep open and the two walked into the dark gloomy room.

(so did ya get it? yell at me if you didn't. Night y'all)

Posted by: minque Apr 16 2006, 11:51 PM

Oh dear! I´ve just noticed this one, my my there are so many stories now, I´ve no chance on commenting them all between posts.

But this is good work Soul! So keep it up ya hear me?

Posted by: treydog Apr 17 2006, 05:02 PM

A very good start here- it shall be interesting to watch this one develop.

Posted by: Soulseeker3.0 Apr 20 2006, 03:24 AM

Yay more comments... anyhoo, this one is short, when i typed it up I was arguing with Word and I didn't have to much patience... so yeah. thanks for killing time here.

Please, enjoy

Malachi walked in and lit the fireplace and then pulled a cord, opening a set of curtains to reveal a set of dark armor. Ty went over to it and touched the glass, only to recoil because of the memory. “Uh huh, I found this on a dead warrior, the only one of its kind. Everyone else had a motley set of armor on as well as weapons.

“I’ve studied the armor and found that it has some intense enchantments and the was I see it, it was a wonder your people took down this one. After ‘some’ research,” Malachi pointed to an old desk, swamped with papers, “Yes, after my research I think the group was called the Moon Shadow clan and they provide ‘protection’ to smaller towns and the like.”

Ty looked around and saw an odd assortment of books, potions, and animals. Eventually his eyes came to rest on another set of curtains. “Ah, yes, that one.” Malachi pulled yet another cord to reveal yet another set of armor. Ty looked upon it trying to remember. Something clicked and Ty fell to his knees. “Yes, As I thought, I think that your father was the head of the village and thusly had the best set of armor.”

Malachi went over and opened the case. “I’ll leave you here, I’m going to get something to eat for breakfast.” Malachi left the room and made his way to the kitchen.

Posted by: jack cloudy Apr 20 2006, 04:19 PM

Hmmm, interesting. Very interesting. Go on.

Posted by: minque Apr 20 2006, 09:59 PM

Nice ......very nice, I likey...so please continue,

Posted by: Soulseeker3.0 Aug 22 2006, 02:40 AM

Score... I finnaly got this done. I'd like to play the "I was busy all summer long" or "my computer got fried" card but truthfully I just didn't want to step away from my video games. Well without further adieu, i present to you the long awaited upadate.

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Malachi was just finishing up when Ty walked though the door, tightening an old leather belt attached to the scabbard. Ty walked over to the table and sat down in a wooden chair, worn from use. “Malachi, I thank you for your hospitality and I thank you for telling me of my past, but now I must go and avenge my village.” Ty stood up and paced around the room.

“I know its stupid but I feel as though it is my obligation to seek vengeance for what happened. Those beasts slaughtered my family and friends. I’m going to go if you want me to or not. I just thought you would like to know.” Ty picked up a small sack of supplies and headed out the door. “Wait a minute why don’t ya? Sheesh.” Malachi headed over to a cupboard and pulled out a sack and started putting food and the like in it. “I don’t have a problem with you goin’ but here this,” He put the sack on the table and glared at Ty. “Do not let your anger consume you and turn you into that what you are trying to defeat. Well I know this isn’t much but it will help.”

Ty took the sack and thanked him. “Well, thanks, but I had better get going. I haven’t a clue as to were I have to go, and I would like to get this done before I get as old as you.” Ty snuck in a smirk and dodged a flying rolling pin. “Here this young man, I could whoop you and that whole army if I felt like it.” Ty rolled his eyes and headed for the door “Take care old man, I wont be here to do everything for you.” “I think I can get along, besides, its you that should be careful. Just remember everything you know on common sense and morals.”

“I will” With that Ty headed out the house and down the road, leaving Malachi to the house. “Dang I’ll miss that kid.”

Posted by: Kiln Aug 22 2006, 03:35 AM

I figured you had a good reason and video games is as good as any.

Emotional update here mate, a typical one liner that would be said by an arrogant old man after throwing a rolling pin.

"Here this young man, I could whoop you and that whole army if I felt like it."

Keep up the good work Seeker and drop in once in a while eh?

Posted by: The Metal Mallet Aug 22 2006, 06:01 AM

I remember this one! This was back when I was still a guest visiting this site. Ohwell, glad to see you're continuing it. I agree with the one liner comment.

Hopefully you'll have more time for this now, it's showing promise so far.

Posted by: treydog Aug 22 2006, 01:35 PM

Glad to see you updating. Enjoyed the interaction between the two characters.

Posted by: minque Aug 22 2006, 09:51 PM

Ahh Soulseeker! great to see you´re back...and updating! good stuff as usual!

Posted by: Soulseeker3.0 Sep 9 2006, 04:26 AM

Huzzah I got more done. I would have typed more but I kind-of got stuck (aka i couldn't read my notes, i am getting tired, and I also changed some stuff) so enjoy a further instament of Vengeance.

Ty grew tired as he traveled down the repetitive and daunting forest path. Every time he peered into the thick, he could see shadows and figures moving and fleeing from his gaze. Every time he would also grip his sword a bit tighter. “Geeze, this is going to get boring fast if this is all that happens.” He kicked a stone and sent in flying into the underbrush, not noticing the shadow that was stealthily tracing his every move.

After traveling for the greater part of the day and passing a handful of people, Ty finally decided to call it a night. Ty found a nice lump on the side of the trail and tossed a pad onto the ground and plopped onto it. “Hmm, lets see, typical traveling rations. Meh, that figures. That’s what I get for letting that old man pack some of my junk. I would have at least put in a loaf or two of real bread.” Ty grumbled as he sorted out his meal and ate it.

As he laid down staring at the stars the thought of his father, mother, and childhood friends came rushing back to him and he couldn’t hold back the tears, knowing the truth. He wiped away the tear and a moment with Malachi popped into his head.

It was a late night in August and they were coming back from coming back from the fall festival in town. The stars fascinated Ty and Malachi had said, “people from the past are up there, watching, wishing us luck on our earthy journeys.”

With that, Ty made an attempt at a smile and turned onto his side, fast asleep.

As fast as he went asleep, he was wide awake, listening to the rummagings of a someone in his pack. Slowly he turned his head to see a person, with their back turned toward him so Ty couldn’t he his face. In one fluid motion Ty went to push the thief away from the bag and to grab his sword. The thief, upon hearing the movement behind him dodged out of the way with agility and drew a dagger, bringing it up to meet Ty’s blade.

Ty was able to see the thief’s face, well, sort-of, all that he could tell was that the thief had jet black eyes because of the hood and the mask.

“You know, you should never turn you face to an opponent, heck I’ve figured it out and I’m not that good.”

And Ty can only assume that beneath the mask was a sneer.

Posted by: The Metal Mallet Sep 9 2006, 05:02 AM

Oooo an altercation! Hopefully Ty can pull this one out. Not acheiving vengeance is a rather disappointing moment, but then you usually die so that feeling goes away fairly quickly.

I liked the reflection made by Ty, it gave him a nice, human characteristic that I always love to see. Keep it up!

Posted by: minque Sep 9 2006, 04:03 PM

Yay Soul! great update.....I´m expecting an intriguing continuation here!

Posted by: Abu the Cat Sep 23 2006, 01:04 AM

MORE, MORE! ME WANT MORE! This is a cool story!

Posted by: Soulseeker3.0 Oct 6 2006, 09:22 PM

I appologize for not updating earlier, I got my hands on Hitman Bloodmoney and i've been playing the heck out of that but, I didn't have to go to school today so i had some time to sit down and type this all out. I was doing a couple things while typing this up so if its not top notch, i'm blaming it on me not being able to multitask.

anywhoo, on to the story
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Ty stared at the thief and realized how dire the situation was. He was in a half-sitting position and he knew he couldn’t fight like that. Ty must have made a face because the thief gave a feminine laugh,

“Ha, all you ‘adventurers’ are all the same, think they are all that until they are going up against someone with more skill.”

“Wait, what? You’re–”

The thief sighed and pulled down her hood and took off the mask, allowing her silk white hair fall to her shoulders. “I change my statement, all you male adventures are the same.”

She pulled out another dagger and brought it up to Ty’s neck, “Now I’m in charge. Ya see, I really don’t like doin it this way but I’m flexible. As a great thief once said ‘Your GP or your HP.’”

“Yeah, I’m fairly taken to both of those so, is there any chance that you’d take no for an answer?” Ty tried to manage a smile but failed miserably.

“Not a chance.”

“Figured” Ty then pushed back on the ground with his spare hand and kicked up some dirt into the thief’s face, causing her to drop one of her knives to rub the dirt out of her eyes. Ty stood up just in time to dodge a blinded stab in the position that he was just in moments ago.

Ty smiled, “Now, we can do this all night but I’m wanting to be in some town by tomorrow, so can’t we do this some other time?”

The thief scowled at Ty and dove at him, brining her dagger across his chest. Ty fell back as the dagger made contact with his armor and the thief fell on him. She brought the knife up to his neck again.

“Now I’m going to finish this, you making it to difficult” Just before she slashed Ty’s throat, she noticed a scar running from just above his left eye toward his ear. “Oh heck no, it has to be a coincidence.” She said in a hushed voice.

“What?” Ty looked at her quizzically. “What are you talking about?”

“Uh, when did you get that?” She said, pointing at the scar.

“What? The scar? I’ve always had that for as long as I can remember.” Ty touched it and the memory of being thrown at the wall came back oh to clear.

“Oh heck no, this can’t be. I’ll wait and see.” She muttered under her breath, as she got up. “I’m letting you go,” She said louder, “but the next time we meet, it will end a tad bit differently.” With that she bent down and picked up the dagger she dropped earlier, “until next time.”

Ty continued to lay there, watching her walk off into the woods, eaten up by the darkness, with a confused look upon his face.

Posted by: The Metal Mallet Oct 6 2006, 09:42 PM

Ooo more suspense; I'm liking it. I wonder what this possible relation between Ty and this assassin is...

Time will tell it seems. And I'll be eager to see it.

Posted by: Soulseeker3.0 Oct 31 2006, 11:12 PM

Hello... i have some sad news.... Well it involves my story, the main reason I haven't been updating is because i can't find my notebook.... another reason is that I'm to lazy to clean my room to find it, so yeah I'm planning on cleaning this weekend. Have fun for Halloween and don't scare to many kiddies

Posted by: Kiln Nov 1 2006, 09:51 PM

Well I'll be waiting until you continue Seeker, I'm interested in finding out what happens next so I'll be reading.

P.S. Find that notebook.

Posted by: minque Nov 1 2006, 10:01 PM

So right....you just find it ya hear?

Posted by: Taillus Nov 1 2006, 11:50 PM

Hey it could be worse... You could have vanished without a trace like myself Hopefully you can find that notebook and continue!

Posted by: Soulseeker3.0 Nov 22 2006, 01:31 AM

<snip>

I really hope this makes up for my slacking, and i had lots of fun with this update. I also loved creating this character he's cool (ps, i'm fairly religious, i'm just playing off a stereotype so please don't flame me )

without further adieu I present to you Vengeance *bow*

BAM

Ty worked his way to his feet and brushed of the dirt from his cloak, using the dying fire to examine the freshly torn holes. “Damn, not even a day later and I’ve already gotten into trouble.” Ty looked down the path the way he came from, seeing a straight path and the trees were thinning out. Then Ty looked down the way he was going, seeing the trees do the exact opposite, and the path winding in and out of the trees.

Ty fell on his back and stared up at the sky, torn between the wanting to give up and the want, no, the need to finish what he started. Ty turned his head to look down the darker path and sighed. Rolling onto his side, Ty grabbed the blanket he had and tried to get back asleep before the sun came. The last thought that went through his head almost jerked him back awake.

Wait, I didn’t have a nightmare

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Ty woke up to an old man poking a gnarled stick in his face. Waving his hands at the stick he moaned.

What does it take to get some sleep in this world

“I’m tired, lemme be.”

“Nuh-uh young man, today is the holy day of life. It is when we celebrate the goddess’s choice to breathe life into this desolate world and give us the necessities of life. Water to drink, air to breathe.”

During the old man’s shpeal, the man seemed to gain the vigor and energy suiting a man half his age and Ty racked his waking brain for any clue as to what he was rambling about.

Ah, common, Malachi must have mentioned something. I’m pretty sure that old buzzard practiced the major religion of the land

“the dirt to grow our crops and-”

“Hold on there, you’re talking about the goddess Ishnar right? Isn’t she that one deity with-”

The old man acted like he almost had a heart attack and waved his stick in the air. “That one deity!? Pah! She’s the only deity! Now, anyway, getting onto the reason I woke you. I set off from the Desert City of Subsnar, and I planned my travel time wrong. You see, I was supposed to complete my pilgrimage about a week ago, but I ran into trouble with bandits. They let me go though, fancy that!”

“Yes, fancy that.” Ty rolled his eyes. Ty stood up and slung his pack on his back.

“I’m not done yet. Anyway, I need someone to complete the ceremony of thanks with.” The old man placed the end of stick firmly on the ground between his legs and rested his chin on his hands.

Ty looked at the old man’s toothy grin and sighed, “What do I need to do?”

During the whole ordeal Ty kept glancing up at the sun as it peaked through the tree canopy, getting hit by the old man each time as well. Helping along with the preparations and the ‘service’ Ty experienced an odd feeling, a strange belonging and, at the same time, a wanting to leave the old man when his back was turned.

After the old man finished the last stanza of the reading, he closed the book and offered it to Ty. “I thank you for your help, as lousy as it was, it helped me. I want you to have this, to further yourself in the ways of Ishnar.”

Ty looked startled at the old man’s actions. “But, if I take your book, you won’t have one for yourself.”

The old man laughed, “No, I have another copy at my home in Subsnar, and I’m can easily get another one from the temple in the next city. Besides, I’m sure you need it more then I do.” The old man nudged the book in Ty’s direction and loosened his grip on the book.

Ty grabbed the falling book and eased it into his pack. “Well I thank you, but I must be going.” Ty turned away from the old man and headed deeper into the forest.

Almost immediately after heading away, Ty felt a pain in his side, reaching for his sword, Ty turned to see the old man with the stick lowering the one end back to the ground.

“I see you are going in the same direction as am I. Would it be to much of a strain on your generosity if I joined you?”

At that moment a war broke out, in Ty’s head. Half of his senses waged on for leaving the crazy old nut of a man behind, while the other sections retaliated by claiming any company is good company at this point. Eventually the latter of the two forces pulled a pincher move on the former and defeated them with minimal casualties.

After what seemed like an eternity Ty finally spoke up, “No, you can come, I rather have someone other then myself to talk about on this trip.” Ty gave a weak smile to the beaming old man.

“Well then I might as well offer my name. Thaddeus Araman, At your service.” And with that, the unlikely party continued deeper into the forest talking about a wide array of subjects, most of which being about religion.

Yet the same though form last night kept bouncing around in the back of Ty’s head.

I didn’t have a nightmare last night.

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Before Ty knew it, the two came to a crossroad, “Memphis or Alacope? Damn, I don’t know.” Ty looked at Thaddeus, “which way are you headed?”

“Ha ha, I’m going to go through Alacope, nice town, watch your coin pouch though, more thieves and scum then the dungeons of Havenwood.”

“Good enough for me.” Ty and Thaddeus walked down the winding road toward Alacope.

“Then you don’t know where you are going?”

“What?”

“I said, then you don’t know where you’re going. You didn’t care which way your going.”

“Oh yeah, I’m trying to figure stuff out and don’t know where to start looking.” Ty looked up at the green canopy and closed his eyes.

The old man gave a strange grin, “Well, I put you on the right track.”

“Phwhat?” Ty’s eyes snapped open and he looked around for the old man, only to see the breeze sweep leaves and dirt around him.

Suddenly, a voice came from above the trees, “It was good to see you again, I wish you luck on you quest. Remember, we will be watching your tale unfold.”

Ty shuddered and thought about sitting down but decided to drudge on, “Can’t let my own father down.”

Posted by: The Metal Mallet Dec 16 2006, 05:18 AM

Interesting conversation with that old man; quite the characterization of the old dude as well. He was neat.

Also I don't mind the religious influences in writing, as long as it doesn't sound too preachy, which yours wasn't. I thought it was well integrated. Look at the Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe. That story was very influenced by religious, in a subtle, but evident way.

Heh, you probably could've just double posted though, I'm sure the moderators wouldn't have minded since it was awile since you last updated. Hopefully you'll get into a rythym once again.

Posted by: ugmung Jan 20 2007, 03:02 PM

ah
great story
very suspensefull and full of smartass remarks
love it
more?

Posted by: Soulseeker3.0 Feb 2 2007, 05:07 AM

Here's more... i found out that there isn't much to do on a Thursday night enjoy!

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The rest of the day passed slowly. Some time before midday there was a clap of thunder above the canopy and the sound of millions of raindrops falling on leaves erupted above Ty. He was at once grateful for the lush canopy, allowing little rain to fall upon the path.

A few candle-marks later, Ty stopped off to the side of the road to fix up a small meal and continued his way, snacking as he went.

The next few hours were a blur for Ty. He read a bit from the old man’s book, and was just in the middle of putting the book away when a big cold drops of water started to hit his head. Ty jerked his head up see the trees were thinning out and, more importantly, the city of Alacope was across a field of knee-high grass.

Ty donned his hood and trudged across the now-soaked path with the big large sun slowly falling on the horizon. With the sun already halfway set, Ty came to the town gate, with a slim, and very alone, guard. Removing his hood, Ty stood there and looked at the guard, who, in turn, just raised an eyebrow at Ty.

After standing in the rain for a minute, Ty finally spoke up, “I’d like to get into the city.”

The guard looked over to the sun, “Nu-uh. City’s closed.” The guard paused with a smug look on his face “For the night. Come back tomorrow.”

“What!? Closed? Damn-it, I want in. It isn’t even after sunset yet!” Ty pointed at the sun, which had just under a quarter of itself peaking over the horizon at the two figures.

The guard looked at Ty, and then stared blankly at the sun, and watched it go under the lip of the horizon. “It is now.”

“It wasn’t when I got here! Now I demand-” The guard cut him off.

“Now, I’ll be the only one demanding anything, and I demand that you and-”

“Wrong again. Private.” A new voice called from a window near the gate and a head wasn’t far behind. “I have a whole line of people here complaining that they can’t sleep. Open the damn gate so the damn runt can get in and shuddup.”

The head moved away from the window but right as the guard was about to open his mouth the head popped back for a final comment

“And so I can get some sleep.”

“Yes, Cap’n.” The guard muttered as he gave a sloppy salute and went to a crank behind him. “You had best be happy the captain came when he did. Else you would have been sorry.”

The gate came to a clanking halt and Ty walked in and gave a curt nod to the guard, who scowled and hit the release peg, which caused the gate to come down behind Ty. Ty looked upon the city, only to meet angered townsfolk on their ways back home.

“Eh-heh, sorry guys, didn’t know people were sleeping.”

The town citizens glared at him and went into their houses, leaving Ty alone in a dark street, illuminated only by the moon.

Posted by: The Metal Mallet Feb 2 2007, 10:23 PM

Good to see you getting back to updating this. Keep them coming! Ya hear?

Posted by: Soulseeker3.0 Apr 4 2007, 04:20 AM

*sigh* i know... and i'm sorry...BUT without further adieu, i give you some Vengeance! (okay so i lied, i wanna talk some)

yeah, i had this all typed out (and more) once but i accidently exited out of word without saving.... so yeah... this is all i had the patience to re-type... but yeah, please, enjoy.

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Meandering through the streets, Ty looked upon the closed shop stalls. Every so often there was a light hidden behind a curtain from a bedside candle, but other then that, the market place was dead. Pacing the cobblestone road, Ty looked around at the houses on the street.

After a few minutes, Ty noticed that there was one street with bright lights and a slight trace of music. Upon arrival of the street Ty noticed that both sides of the street were swamped with Taverns. The Gutted Boar. The Twin Arrows. The Golden Tankard. Ty stuck his head into each of them, only to find packed, even at this time of night.

Ty eventually came to a smaller tavern, The Pitted Blades, it wasn’t packed and the minstrel wasn’t the absolute worst thing he had ever heard. When Ty walked in all conversation stopped as heads swiveled towards the door to inspect the newcomer.

Awkwardly making his way to the bar, Ty found a stool and shrugged off the eyes that he could feel boring into his back. After reaching the bar, Ty looked around and realized there was no rooms leading off from this one.

“Bloody ‘ell,” Ty muttered under his breath, “There goes the idea of sleeping tonight.”

Suddenly a gruff voice tore Ty from planning his evening, “You gonna get somethin’ or are ya gonna gawk at mah establishment?”

Ty looked up to see a man the size of an ogre, and with the smell of one too, “Uh… yeah… I’d like a drink, whatever’s cheap.”

Ty didn’t notice the stifled laughter from the people in earshot of the conversation as he pulled a mug out from his pack. The Barkeep looked Ty over, “Hmph, your funeral.”

The Barkeep wrenched the mug out from Ty’s grip and filled it to the brim with a liquid that, even under the dim light of the tavern, didn’t look healthy. Ty grimaced as he lifted it to his mouth.

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Only a few mugs later and Ty was to drunk to care, and continued to ask for more, but just when Ty was in the middle of his mug, two men took places on either side of Ty.

Posted by: The Metal Mallet Apr 4 2007, 10:57 PM

Ooooo a cliffie. Glad to see you posting this story once more. Your idea of a storyline was always an intriguing one. I hope you'll find time to continue this one Soulseeker.

Posted by: minque Apr 7 2007, 04:47 PM

Yes!!! You´re back up and posting again! Great Soulie..just great....I like to have you around here you know! So keep it up now ok?

Posted by: Soulseeker3.0 Apr 12 2007, 05:17 AM

Heh, wow, two updates within a month of each other??? its a sign of the apocalypse yeah, i didn't want to leave you guys hanging to long... i'm not that mean. and yes, i know there is a lot of dialog... get used to it

but anywho, here ya go
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The man on Ty’s right slapped his hand on Ty’s back, “Hail friend!”

The other lifted his mug to Ty, “yeah, how ya doin’?”

Ty looked from his mug to the guy on his right to the guy on his left, “Meh, doing good enough.”

The two men looked at each other and smiled and the one on the right spoke up, “Well, my name’s Jack.”

“An’ I’m Jake.”

“Well… nice to meet ‘cha I guess. My name’s Ty.”

“Yeah, well, it’s nice to meet you as well.” Jack allowed a slight smile to creep onto his face as he looked over Ty.

Jake looked into his mug and smiled, “Yeah, so… how about a drink for our new comrade?”

Ty held his mug upside down indicating it was empty. “Well, that is what I came here for… well, seeing as there are no rooms to sleep in I might as well.”

Jack let a deep friendly laugh emerge from his gut, “Aye, well, looks like you ended up being in the right place at the right time.”

Jake waved down the bartender, “Could you just leave a pitcher here Max?”

The bartender rolled his eyes and took Jake’s money and left a pitcher full of the same grog Ty’s been drinking all night on the bar within arm’s reach.

Ty rose is eyebrow suspiciously but didn’t get any farther, seeing as though his mug was promptly filled.

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A few candle marks later, Jack and Jake were ‘helping’ they’re new friend Ty out the back door into the side alley.

Jack and Jake threw Ty’s limp body to the ground into a muddy puddle, causing rats to scatter away from the falling water.

“Humph, took the honoured user long enough.” Jack spat on Ty as he rustled through Ty’s cloak looking for his money pouch.

“Yeah, tell me about it.” Jake started taking off Ty’s cuirass and lifted it into the dim light to try and estimate how much they could get for it.

Jack smiled and turned to Jake, “Man, I never get tired of this job. The people ‘round here seem to get dumber and dumber.”

Jake chuckled in agreement, “yeah, it’s brilliant ain’t it? Well, this stuff should fetch us a pretty penny. I mean, look at this stuff, excellent quality and this sword has better balance then we normally come across.”

“I dunno Jake, this looks one of a kind, and it might be hard to find a fence that’d be stupid enough to buy all this stuff. Even if they were stupid enough to place the deal, it might be a low sell just because of the fact. We might as well keep it for ourselves, sometimes things do get hairy and I’ve been needing an upgrade from this bloody saber.” Jack unsheathed his blade to reveal a rather old but well kept saber.

Jake stopped pilfering long enough to inspect a piece, “well, I see what you mean. And you do need a new weapon. That one doesn’t have the edge it used to.”

Jack bent over to pick up Ty’s rut sack, “I dunno, well, let’s get all this and get out of here. I don’t want to-”

“I thought I told you two not to show your faces around here again. Now get your asses moving before we have a repeat performance of last time.”

The two thieves dropped what they were handling and looked up at the voice, which came from a figure sitting on the tavern roof above them.

“One,” The figure reached into its pocket and flung a dagger down at the two. A glint of light was all that they could see before the dagger was sticking out of the ground right in front of Jack.

“Okay, OKAY! We’re out of here! Won’t happen again, Miss!” Jack and Jake bolted from the alley, leaving their payday behind.

The figure laughed at the sound of the two fleeing as it jumped off the roof and softly landed on the ground near Ty, wrenching her dagger out of the ground.

“Well, let’s see what we have here.” The figure picked up the discarded rut sack and started rustling through it when a wave of familiarity washed over her. The figure slowly turned around and rolled Ty over with her foot so she could see his face.

“Wow, are you always getting into trouble? Humph, I’d hate to see your home.” The Rogue chuckled at her own joke and let a shrill whistle pierce the air, cutting through the noise produced by all of the surrounding taverns. Moments later a small rag-tag group swarmed the alley. After everyone was there, a big brute spoke up.

“What ‘cha want us to do Miss?”

“Well, you can pick him up, everyone else? Gather all the things scattered over around his body, chances are, whatever it is, it’s his. We’re calling it a night.”

A slim girl with red short hair and two curved blades arched across her back spoke up, “So’s, dat mean…”

The Rogue slightly pursed her lips, “yeah, we’re taking him back with us.”

The group just stood there and looked at each other, seeing who’ll make the first move.

The Rogue rolled her eyes, “Oh come off it guys! If anything, I’ll get compassion from Blaine and you know it.”

Eventually the brute bent over and threw Ty over his shoulder as if it were a sack of potatoes.

“Thank you Dozer.”

“Yeah, uh, let’s just get home. Hungry.”

One by one the rest of the group collected the items that the would-be thieves discarded.

A slim robed man walked over to Dozer after picking up Ty’s cuirass and muttered with a slight smirk, “You’re a big push over ya know? I have a feeling in my gut that this won’t turn out to well for us.”

“Come on Jonas, you’re always feeling something or another.”

“This time’s different, I’m positive this won’t turn out well.”

“Oh well, it’s already done, only one way to find out if your ‘feeling’ has any truth. Lets head back, the rest of the group’s comin’.”

Jonas sighed and shook his head. “Fine, I’m slightly hungry as well.”

Dozer and Jonas waited for the rest of the group to catch up and then the all headed back to the base in a foreboding mood.

The Rouge followed the group at a slight distance, unaffected by the aura, she was already pondering what will have to happen next, and was preparing for the argument ahead.

Posted by: The Metal Mallet Apr 12 2007, 10:36 PM

I don't mind dialogue at all! Especially when this dialogue is written well enough that there's still character to it. I wonder what Ty will think when he comes too. I'm sure his head will feel like hell.

Morale of the update: Act suspicious of friendly strangers looking to get ya drunk.

Posted by: Soulseeker3.0 Jul 9 2007, 07:26 AM

Two things to say...

1) Sorry (again)

2) It's Christmas in July. Enjoy

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Ty slowly because aware of his surroundings and quickly came to the conclusion that he, quite frankly, felt like compassion. As he stared at the ceiling through groggy eyes, he moaned.

“Oh goddess, the hell am I-”

Ty twitched and vomited into a well-placed bucket. A thin man leaning up against the wall looked up from cleaning his nails with his knife and laughed.

He called out the door, “Well Miss, ‘E iz back to the land of the living, but still looks like compassion.”

The man kicked himself off of the wall and walked out of the room. When Ty looked up from the bucket he saw The Rogue standing in the doorway looking down at him.

“Crap.” Ty looked around, “Where the hell did I put my-” Ty looked under the sheets, “Clothes!?”

The Rogue took a seat in the chair near the dresser across the room. “Humph, well, you’re welcome. You weren’t in to good of a condition when we found you. By the way, your armor is in the wardrobe and everything else is sitting on the dresser.” She pointed to the wardrobe and dresser respectively.

“Uh, yeah, thanks, but what happened?” Ty moved and got into a more sitting position on the bed, “All I remember is these two guys offered me a drink, or two.”

The Rogue just looked at Ty with a blank face and shook her head, “Wow, you didn’t grow up here in town did you?”

“No… I grew up in the middle of nowhere.”

“Figured, because you got conned by two bastards who have apparently decided that our group’s ground is easy picking.” The Rogue growled and clenched her fist

“Uh-huh… yeah… well, thanks again, but I didn’t catch-” Ty started but the door was abruptly opened as Dozer stuck his head into the room.

Dozer gave Ty a quick glance but then turned to the Rogue. “Sorry Miss, but Blaine is coming to see ya.”

She brought her fist to her face and grimaced as it hit, “By the goddess, damn. Not like I have much choice.”

Dozer carefully closed the door only to have it be thrown open with such force that Ty was surprised it hadn’t shattered on impact with the stone wall behind it.

An older slim man, Ty assumed to be in his late forties, immediately followed the door and stepped into the middle of the room.

The Man, whom Ty assumed to be Blaine, had his light brown hair pulled back into a pony tail so that it came down to his shoulders.

“Dam-it Dalave! You can’t bring people here!”

The Rouge, Dalave, rose to confront the infuriated Blaine. “Come off it boss, He was out until only a tick or two ago. ‘Sides.” Dalave forced herself to finish, “’Sides, I owe him.”

Blaine looked at Dalave with a raised eye and leaned up against the wardrobe door.

Dalave, still hesitant in telling that she made a mistake, continued slowly, “You remember the night of the festival? I decided to see what I couldn’t pick-up before I came back so I decided to filch something from a harmless traveler. Instead, I ran into him,” Dalave pointed at Ty in the bed. “He set up a small camp off the side of the road and I couldn’t resist.”

Dalave had worked her way back to the seat near the dresser and she sat down, resting her hands on the arm rests. “I must have had more of that Crispen Ale then I thought. I was digging through his rut sack faster then I usually would and made a bit more noise. So, naturally, he woke up and…” Dalave trailed off.

But apparently Blaine had heard enough for he looked over at Ty and threw his arms up in the air. “That still doesn’t excuse you to bring him into the base! I don’t care who they are or what they’ve done for you. For all we know he could be a bloody spy from none other than His Majesty, the King.”

Blaine said those last words with such disgust Ty almost covered his mouth for fear of catching the disease.

“Or he could even just be a thief that wants all the reward with no work, pah, the coward.”

Ty sat up in bed and called out to defend himself, “Sir, I’m ri-”

“Shut up you.” Blaine shoved a finger in Ty’s direction but returned his flaming brown eyes to Dalave, “Dalave, either you get rid of him, or I will get rid of you.”

Dalave clenched her fists and seemed to grow at least double in size when she rose to Blaine. “WHAT!? You can’t do that to me! You seem to forget who pulls the most to keep this operation up and running!”

Ty shrunk back into the bed preparing for a fight. Blaine, on the other hand, seemed unfazed by Dalave’s rage and returned her tone, “And you seem to have forgotten who is in charge of this operation. I may have given you a longer leash then the others but it is still precisely that. A LEASH! One that I can shorten. At will.”

Blaine quickly composed himself and right before Dalave was about to burst he added more wood to Dalave’s already growing temper. “Besides, that new recruit shows promise.”

“Khadgar!? He has less brains then the short end of the stick!”

“That may be so, but he is nearly as good as you are. But he can follow the rules better. You have three candlemarks to get rid of him,” Blaine jerked his head in Ty’s direction, “out of here.”

Blaine then turned and then left the room as quickly as he came, and before Dalave could sit back down, they heard Blaine rebuking some other person down the hall.

“compassion.” Dalave collapsed into the chair and bit her lip.

After staring at her for a few moments, Ty found his voice. “Erm, I can leave. I don’t really want to be here anyhow. Now if I could just get my clothes.”

Looking up at Ty, Dalave had a slight smirk on her face, “You really amaze me, ‘cuz you just don’t get it. I have to kill you or leave.”

Ty’s face when as pale as the sheet his was grasping onto. “Oh.”

“Yeah, I mean, I guess I could kill you, but if you really are- Dozer!”

It seemed that Dozer stepped into the room even before Dalave called his name, “Yes Miss?”

“I want you to gather the squad, get them all in here.”

Dozer nodded and left to room, closing the door behind him. Once the door was closed, a slender chick with long dirty blonde hair appeared in one of the corners of the room.
The lady moved over to Dalave’s chair and asked, “So what are we going to do now Dalave?”

Dalave didn’t even have to look up, “Hmph, I should have known you would have been here. Well, WE aren’t doing anything, I’m taking my leave. Heh, ‘sides, Blaine was starting to piss me off.”

Posted by: The Metal Mallet Jul 9 2007, 07:18 PM

And so things get complicated. I think Blaine isn't going to be happy once he find out that a large troop of his people left him. They'll be consequences to pay I expect.

Wonderful update, Soulseeker!

Posted by: jack cloudy Jul 9 2007, 09:21 PM

Consequences? Who cares about consequences? Show me one consequence I can't remedy with a fireball. Err, except dead people. Can't remedy those with fire.

Ah, I like the work you've put into this.

Posted by: Soulseeker3.0 Jul 10 2007, 06:18 PM

Thanks MM and Jack.

I messed this whole scene up but i like how it turned out.... only problem is that a few things i wanted the people to say wouldn't have fit in this layout. *shrug* can win it all i guess.

Enjoy.

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The man who was in the room when Ty first woke up came into the room, “Well Miss, We’re all ‘ere, but I can’t find Victoria.” He then noticed her standing near Dalave. “Well, we couldn’t find ‘er.”

“Yeah, I was here the whole time Zach.”

Zach shrugged, “ ‘Ey, works for me. Com on in guys, she’s already in here.”

Three more people came into the room making the small room fairly crowded with the seven people. Some grabbed a seat or the table while others leaned up against the wall.

Jonas eagerly questioned Dalave, “So Miss, what’re we going to do?”

Dalave looked remotely surprised, “How’d you all hear?”

Jonas replied sourly, “Well, you and Blaine was shoutin’ so it really wasn’t that hard.”

“Well that saves time then. I’m sorry guys, but I can’t kill this kid. And that means you know my alternative.”

Dozer spoke up, “So, that means we’re leavin’ right?

Dalave sagged in her chair but right before she could reply the red head hit Dozer upside the head, “No you doof, Dalave’s sayin’ that she’s ditchin’ us to go off with this punk while we have to stay and train with that new kid. Well, Dalave, if you can’t kill ‘im, then I’ll do it for ya.”

The Red Head pulled one of her scimitars from its sheath on her back and brought it down toward a wide-eyed Ty. Dalave flew across the room and brought a dagger up to the Red Head’s throat and another under the falling blade.

After she made sure she stopped the blade, Dalave whispered into the Red Head’s ear, “Nania, you are a great comrade, and I love ya like a sister, BUT if you kill him then I will have no qualms against slicing your throat.”

The quiet room somehow became even quieter. No one moved, everyone’s eyes on Dalave and Nania, and the silence was deafening. Eventually Nania raised her sword and slid it back into its sheath and Dalave walked away. Nania glared at Ty and then stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her. It was now an awkward silence, and the rest of the people made their exit until it was only Dalave, Ty, and Dozer.

“Well, if you ever need anything, you know where to come.” Dozer slowly turned and left the room.

After sitting quietly through the whole situation, Ty finally spoke up, “Eh heh, well, thanks for not letting me die I guess. What’s up with her anyways?”

Dalave opened the dresser and pulled out some clothes, “She doesn’t talk about it much, her life before Blaine took her in that is, and from what I’ve heard it’s a small wonder. Her family used to travel around the world, but when she was about seven her mom died and, even though they continued traveling, her father wasn’t the same. Once when they were returning home from the grand capital city, they got stopped from bandits. Instead of facing the bandits himself; he used her as a bargaining chip.”

Dalave tossed the clothes to Ty, “And even I haven’t heard of what the Bandits did to her, but I can imagine a few things and just the thought makes me want to puke. But that’s all I’ve heard, put those on and meet me outside of the room.”

Dalave calmly walked out of the room and shut the door behind her. Before Ty could swing his legs out of the bed though, a person appeared on the dresser. She looked over at Ty and jumped down.

Once he recognized her as Victoria he finally spoke up, “Can I help you with something?”

Victoria smirked and shook her head, “Nah, I was just wantin’ to see what was so damned special about you that would make Dalave leave this place.”

She brushed her blond hair out of her eyes and took a good long look at Ty, “Well, I can’t tell, other than that funny scar over your eye, you’re pretty much the same as any other kid I’ve seen. Then again, Dalave is smart so I don’t doubt she knows what she’s doing. ”

Victoria turned from Ty and headed to the door, “Oh, wait, one more thing.” Victoria turned back around and gave Ty a piercing look, “If I find out that you let anything happen to Dalave while you’re with her, then you best as hell pray to the goddess that I don’t find you, in an alley or in the main street. I won’t hold back.”

Ty could feel the warmth radiate from Victoria’s clenched fists. And with that Victoria shocked Ty with a cheerful smile and then left the room, leaving Ty to change. After changing into a relatively clean pair of clothes, Ty started to think.

:What have I gotten myself into? I mean, I know that this wasn’t going to be easy but I only left three days ago and I’ve already ran into a group of thieves. By the goddess, I should have just stayed home with Malachi. Speaking of Malachi, I wonder how the old bat’s doing with me gone.:

Ty shrugged after he pulled the cuirass over his head and grabbed a robe from the wardrobe. After throwing on the robe, he tossed his helm into his sack and strapped his sword to his side. Grabbing his sack he walked through the door to the awaiting Dalave.

Posted by: jack cloudy Jul 12 2007, 07:31 PM

There's always something horribly disturbing about people who threaten you one moment, yet give a cute smile the next second. That's probably why I like reading about those kinds of characters. They're unpredictable.

Posted by: The Metal Mallet Jul 12 2007, 08:23 PM

Hmm, I personally thought that Dalave would manage to convince her troop to abandon their leader and join her. I guess their loyalties still rest with the leader. That certainly makes things more difficult four Ty and Dalave I must admit. Thanks for the excellent update.

Posted by: Soulseeker3.0 Jul 19 2007, 07:41 AM

Wow... this part was difficult to rewrite the first time... My mind kept wandering. But it's a good thing because I was wandering into later in the story thinking out some kinks before the came up anyhow, I know this one is shorter then the others (the mind wandering thing didn't help) but I still hope it's a good update. If anyone cares to offer advice I'd certainly welcome it.

Cheers

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Ty came out of a rundown farm shack on the outskirts of Alacope, only to stagger when hit with the sun. When Ty’s eyes adjusted to the light he looked over to Dalave who was standing impatiently near the shack door.

“You ready yet?” She asked with a hint of frustration in her voice.

Ty glared at her, “Was all that necessary?”

“Necessary? I’m a bloody criminal. Of course it’s necessary, that is, unless I want to end up in some dank and dirty cell in Havenwood. And that’s if I’m lucky and caught by the better guards.” Dalave shuddered, thinking about the things that would happen if she were to get caught. She quickly looked up at the sky. “Whatever, Let’s get moving before the rain starts. I know of a good tavern around here, I think it’s over the next hill.”

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A few candlemarks later the two were soaked to the bone and the rain gave no signs of letting up. Every so often Dalave looked over her shoulder to see if Ty’s ragged shape was still trudging along.

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A while later, Ty looked up at the sky and could see nothing but clouds. After feeling a rain drop hit his eye, he was certain that there was more mud showing then there was skin. Ty came up to Dalave and attempted a casual tone, accidentally leaking an exhausted and frustrated undertone clinging to his words, “So, where’s this tavern you were talking about earlier?”

Dalave didn’t catch his undertones over the rain and continued walking through it, looking at the surrounding fields for a landmark, “Uh, Pretty sure that it’s over this hill right here.”

Ty stopped, “Just over here?? You said that in the first place, and look at us now, drenched, lost, and up to our chins in mud.” With this statement Ty looked over Dalave and muttered under his breath, “Well, at least I am.”

“Found it.” Dalave stood at the top of the hill and pointed.

Ty stopped grumbling and went to the top of the hill to meet Dalave. “Never doubted you, nope… Not. At. all.”

She rolled her eyes, “Right. Anyways, It’s called the Poisoned Tip, come on.”

Ty grimaced at the name. “Joy.”

Ty and Dalave worked their way down the hill and over to the tavern. Pushing open the door they were greeted by a warm, musty air, a dense smoke that rolled along the ceiling, and calls from the patrons inside.

“A few times?” Ty rose an eyebrow as they walked inside.

Dalave smirked, “What can I say, I’m a popular rogue.”

Ty wondered if being a popular rogue was a good thing but decided to let it slide for now, he was exhausted.

Edit: typo

Posted by: treydog Jul 20 2007, 12:37 AM

Excellent. An update. I like your characterization- esp. their self-awareness- "I'm a bloody criminal...". Advice....? Without diverting your thread into one of my marathon rambles about the "art of the story," let me leave it at this cryptic recommendation-

"Remember that showing is better than telling." That is, describe the scene and have the characters' words/actions indicate how they feel, what they are thinking, etc. A place where you do a good job of that is with Ty's reaction to the name of the tavern.

Posted by: The Metal Mallet Jul 20 2007, 01:32 AM

Nice update. Full of lots of goodie characterizations.

Posted by: minque Jul 20 2007, 11:13 AM

Yeah Soulie..you´re doing a great job with this story....I do read even if I do not always comment. In fact if I should comment on stories here as much as I wanted to , it would mean a full time job for me...and that´s pretty impossible at the moment...

Posted by: jack cloudy Jul 20 2007, 04:53 PM

Short but nice.

Now I wonder why Dalave is so 'popular'. Maybe she sells her loot here from time to time, give out a few drinks?

Posted by: Soulseeker3.0 Sep 6 2007, 02:32 AM

No, I haven't died yet. Sorry guys

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Ty had the feeling that he was being watched as a cat watched a fish as he followed Dalave through the tavern. As Dalave passed in between two tables a large shadow fell over Dalave and Ty slowly looked up to see a behemoth of a man blocking the way. Ty gulped as he looked the man over. He wore a cloak made from the skin of a brown bear. His face was hidden, mostly because of the hood, but partly because of the bushy copper-colored beard. Also, not to make matters any better, there was a Claymore in the scabbard on the man’s back.

After standing there for a few seconds, the man finally called to Dalave in a rough grumble, “What are you doing ‘round this here tavern, Dalave?”

In the blink of an eye there was a smirking Dalave behind the man with one of her daggers hidden under the man’s beard and another behind his back near his lower abdominal region.

“What’s it to you? Pretty sure Gordy calls the shots here. Not you, Marv.”

A hush fell over the tavern and most of the eyes, Ty’s included, were on the two standing there. Thoughts of what might happen rushed through his head, most of the resulting in a bloodied Dalave lying on the floor in front of him. Ty almost jumped at the next thing he saw and heard. The man started laughing and Dalave returned her blades to their respective sheaths.

“Ah ha, Yeah, you still’ve got it Dalave, and you’re getting faster as well.”

Dalave laughed, “You almost had me convinced, I hardly recognized you in your new cloak.”

Marv looked over his cloak and one could tell by the look on his face that he was very proud of it. “Yeah, well, you never did answer me, what brings you out here? Pissed at Blaine again?”

“Well,” Dalave hesitated and quickly glanced over at Ty who was still standing between the tables , “yeah, this time I ditched Blaine.”

Marv must not have seen the glance or paid attention to the hesitation, for he continued on like nothing happened, “Ah ha ha ha, very well just the same, I never did like that Blaine guy anyways. He sounded like such a jerk when you talked about him.”

Marv got behind Ty and Dalave and pushed them up to the counter and pressed some silver on the counter.

“Gordy, let me pay for Dalave and her friend’s first round.”

Gordy filled two mugs to the brim and pushed them over to Ty an Dalave.

“Enjoy,” he muttered under his breath.
Ty looked over the mugs and a fleeting memory of Alacope came back. “Er, I’ll pass this time. Besides, I, er,” Ty looked over his clothes, “should clean my cloak. Do you have a room with a bath in it?”

Gordy looked Ty over and nodded while cleaning out a mug, “sure kid, up the stairs an’ it’s the third door on your right.” Gordy refilled another mug and turned back to Ty, “if you should need anything, just holler.”

Ty thanked the Barkeep and made his way up the rickety stairs and to the room. Walking down the hall Ty heard snoring from a few rooms in the hall. Stepping into the room Ty noticed an empty door frame to the right with a chair and wash tub in it. Walking over to the Tub he laid his clock on the back of the chair and went to fill the tub.

As Ty watched the Tub will with the water from the pump, he shook his head at the quality of the tub. Splinters, water-rot, and if it weren’t for the iron bars around the tub, Ty was sure that it would have fallen apart as sure as he was standing there.

“Now I know why Malachi put up the extra gold pieces to get a nice, cold copper one. These wooden ones wear out bad.”

Ty proceeded to washed the mud out of his clock to the best of his abilities, and let it hang on a well-placed hook on the wall near the door. Then he continued onto his boots, which fortunately weren’t spared from the mud and rain. Ty took a seat on the wooden chair, its condition was as bad as the tub, and he flinched when he heard it groan under his weight. With-in a few candle marks his boos were shined and Ty meandered into the main part of the room.

It wasn’t quite as big as the room Ty had while he was living with Malachi, but it was bigger than the one that he was shoved into at Blaine’s. It was surprisingly unfurnished though, a bed pushed up against the wall opposing the door and a dresser on the wall next to it. Ty flung himself onto the bed and was slightly surprised that it was that comfortable. Just as Ty was about to get up he saw the door fly open with Dalave staggering in.

With one hand resting on the doorknob, she pointed an accusing finger at Ty, “You, Ty, mished one ‘ell uva party.” Dalave stumbled further into the room and Ty walked over to her, rolling his eyes and thinking it was amazing that she got to the room all by herself.

“I see.”

“Oh, but it yesh it was! Don’t-” Dalave’s eyes bulged as though she was about to puke, “Don’t give me that tone” she finished without an incident. Dalave attempted to walk over to the bed but tripped on her own leg in the process. Ty quickly reached out to support her and took her to the bed.

“I, erm, You can have the bed tonight.” Ty said awkwardly as he helped her sit on the edge. “I’ll sleep over here.”

Ty started to walk over to a corner to rest himself when he felt Dalave’s hand on his shoulder. He turned to see her standing on her weak knees with a peculiar look in her eyes, “You- the bed is big enough.”

Ty glanced to see that she was right but didn’t want any more dreams of his past and he shook his head, “No thanks, I’m quite fine enough.”

Ty brushed off Dalave’s hand and eased himself into the corner and rested his eyes. He only opened them when a few seconds later he felt something warm next to him and found it to be Dalave. He shook his head but smiled to himself and went to sleep for the night.

Edit: Forgot to take something out

Posted by: The Metal Mallet Sep 6 2007, 05:56 AM

I'm beginning to sense something here, but I'll keep it to myself for now.

Welcome back!

Posted by: jack cloudy Sep 7 2007, 09:54 PM

Women, I'll never understand them. You were offered the bed, take it!

Ahem, and once again we see the bad effects of an alcohol overdose. I'm surprised she didn't fall down the stairs.......several times, with all the expected noise.