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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Calypso" data-source="post: 1430294" data-attributes="member: 16875">A solitary figure stood at the top of a hill bordering the Desert of Kaldrid.  A scimitar covered in blood was held in his right hand.  A curved dagger known as a Kukri had departed from his left hand and now protruded from the chest of a body lying at his feet.  A few meters away lay a second body with a half dozen arrows arranged in a neat pattern highlighting his vital organs.  The figure looked down at the form by his feet and could only sigh in resignation and disgust.  What had begun as a nice day had concluded in an all too familiar way.Kaelin was a bounty hunter, and had been for almost as long as he could remember.  The only memory lasting longer was that of his mother’s brutal death and his own escape from an identical fate.  He absently touched the scar that ran along his neck, remembering his first brush with death.  Many more scars adorned his elvish body, but none more memorable than this.  He could still hear the desperate scream of his beautiful mother as she was slaughtered by the attackers.  He could barely remember his father, and had no desire to do so.  For it was his father that had planned the murder of his wife and child, and had nearly succeeded without a hitch.  He only learned later why such a thing would occur.  His thoughts were broken as an arrow landed in his right shoulder, his scimitar falling to the ground.  He looked up in time to see a tall figure discard its bow and draw an equally deadly sword.  Kaelin clutched his shoulder and fell to the ground, having already lost a bit of blood.  His attacker gloated over a pre-mature victory as he approached the fallen elf.  Kaelin looked up into the face of another human.  This one, he felt, looked vaguely familiar, but he hadn’t the ability to recall why.  The human kicked the Kaelin’s scimitar away before he could reach for it, leaving him unarmed.  The human smiled wickedly at Kaelin, knowing the day was his and that he had finally caught the fabled bounty-hunter.  This wasn’t the first time another bounty-hunter had come for him, thought Kaelin, though the reason was rarely the same.  Sometimes it had to do with competing hunters looking to eliminate a challenge to their business.  Other times it was people from his past, seeking some sort of misguided revenge.  This time, judging by the human’s two companions, it seemed like something more, but again the reason was not apparent.  Kaelin again looked at the human’s disgusting smile, as the man prepared to strike him down.  His smile, however, was short lived, as he suddenly found breathing difficult, likely due to Kealin’s kukri embedded in his chest.  The elf had somehow retrieved it from the human under him and launched it ahead, saving his life and ending the human’s in one smooth effort.Killing was a way of life.  An unusual profession for an elf, but this elf also had an unusual past.  Had he a chance for another life, Kaelin pondered, he was no longer sure that he would chose it, though he was weary from chasing, running, and hiding.  Although he had chosen it for a noble cause, his profession left him few alternatives.  Such is life, he concluded, and remembered that he had nearly been killed moments before.  Such is life, he thought again as he scooped up his weapons and headed into the desert.<a href="http://www.enworld.org/forums/showthread.php?t=72200" target="_blank">Defenders of Tronus - An Arkyst Campaign</a></blockquote>

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