11-24-2006, 10:52 AM
?Dogs, bloody dogs!?
He stumbled over a wall on the left after sipping from his metal flask. The drink felt warm, and soothing in his empty stomach. The gardens inside the castle were nothing distinctive, just pleasurable little sections decorated with spruced up bushes and statues. There was a stalwart marble plaque engraved smoothly with the word, ?United?.
?Tapion? Tapion the drunk?? came a mockingly low voice from behind him.
A leader of three or four soldiers stood with their hands on their hips with undoubting, self-assertiveness. He looked quite brawny, and a scar on his right eye marked him with courage, or perhaps it was due to his foolhardy attitude. Nevertheless, Tapion didn't seem to be disturbed by the confrontational welcoming of the newcomers, to say the least.
?Make haste, great Tapion! Let me really test your bravery and cunning, let me see if you are really as much as you claim to be, are ye'?? the half-cast brute spat, the cheery group behind sniggered along with his flavourless attempt to intimidate his title.
?You really don't want to question me; I'm well known around the tropical parts of the planet I come from. I'm also famous for the sword I carry on my back. I'm notorious for committing several acts of treachery, and piracy, for that matter. I'm also known to be a very big liar.?
Tapion stood, his dark, green eyes fixed on those who opposed him with a mischievous grin. The drink once in his hand, sat in the pouch on his leather belt. The sword once in it's holster on his leather belt, was now in his hand. He caressed its dentures and embedding, and gingerly flopped forward to spark up the group.
?Are you ready to follow my orders, Men?? he disappeared. Then reappeared behind them, his chin and arms resting on his standing sword. ?...Or not??
He stumbled over a wall on the left after sipping from his metal flask. The drink felt warm, and soothing in his empty stomach. The gardens inside the castle were nothing distinctive, just pleasurable little sections decorated with spruced up bushes and statues. There was a stalwart marble plaque engraved smoothly with the word, ?United?.
?Tapion? Tapion the drunk?? came a mockingly low voice from behind him.
A leader of three or four soldiers stood with their hands on their hips with undoubting, self-assertiveness. He looked quite brawny, and a scar on his right eye marked him with courage, or perhaps it was due to his foolhardy attitude. Nevertheless, Tapion didn't seem to be disturbed by the confrontational welcoming of the newcomers, to say the least.
?Make haste, great Tapion! Let me really test your bravery and cunning, let me see if you are really as much as you claim to be, are ye'?? the half-cast brute spat, the cheery group behind sniggered along with his flavourless attempt to intimidate his title.
?You really don't want to question me; I'm well known around the tropical parts of the planet I come from. I'm also famous for the sword I carry on my back. I'm notorious for committing several acts of treachery, and piracy, for that matter. I'm also known to be a very big liar.?
Tapion stood, his dark, green eyes fixed on those who opposed him with a mischievous grin. The drink once in his hand, sat in the pouch on his leather belt. The sword once in it's holster on his leather belt, was now in his hand. He caressed its dentures and embedding, and gingerly flopped forward to spark up the group.
?Are you ready to follow my orders, Men?? he disappeared. Then reappeared behind them, his chin and arms resting on his standing sword. ?...Or not??