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<blockquote data-quote="Cevalic" data-source="post: 1578" data-attributes="member: 171"><p>Chapter 2</p><p></p><p>It started out as a normal day. I awoke at the usual time, leaving the library to check my snares for food. At the same time I practiced with my sword, honing my skills although I was coming to learn that fighting with the air was doing nothing for my fighting prowess.</p><p></p><p>I returned to the library and ate my morning meal, a small rabbit from the night before. There were a few apples left, so I finished them off. My hunger sated, I returned to the book I had been reading, a detailed story of the life of Zeno, one of the most demonic human priests to ever breathe. When I finished reading about the vile life he lived and the atrocities he committed, I found myself thankful that he had been murdered a few centuries past.</p><p></p><p>I placed the book in the growing pile of books I had read during my stay. Even if I lived to be a thousand, I knew that I would never even come close to reading all the books contained in the library. I had given up searching for an explanation for the library and it's denizens. I was happy just to let the subject rest.</p><p></p><p>I had no desire to read another book at the moment, for most were filled with violent stories, of the most brutal nature. I hadn't even realized it until I finished reading about Zeno. At that moment a chill ran up my spine, and I decided to take a walk out outside.</p><p></p><p>The cloud's were doing a good job of hiding the sun, while the icy breeze stung my cheek. Still, it seemed to be a blazing fire compared to the chill that fell upon me in the library.</p><p></p><p>I decided to run, that way the chill would have to keep up with me. I followed my usual trail, starting from the side nearest the ocean then running west, until I circled around to the starting point. The town was a perfect sight for running, the buildings that were overgrown with plants was a sight that I came to enjoy. It set me at ease. Before I knew it, I had left the chill far behind.</p><p></p><p>I was almost three quarters of the way around the city when I saw what looked to be a log laying in the trail up ahead. I knew it hadn't been there earlier in the day, so I quickly slowed down to look. The ground around it was wet with a liquid spreading around it.</p><p></p><p>I quickly realized the figure for what it was. Kicking it with my foot the log rolled over revealing a dead orc, it's brown cape covering most of it's body. It's throat looked like it had been torn apart, but I couldn't fathom what type of creature could rip the whole throat off and not leave any other marks. Quickly scanning the ground, I found it bare.</p><p></p><p>With an unknown creature lurking I reached for my sword, only to find that it wasn't there. In my haste to leave the chill, I had forgotten to grab it. Cursing my luck, I searched the corpse only to find a broken spear. Cursing the gods, a foolish thing by all accounts, I began studying my surroundings.</p><p></p><p>Whatever had killed the orc could be hiding, watching me from it's place. Any sudden moves would bring it charging down upon me, while trying to be sneaky would be useless since it's already watching me. Throwing caution to the wind, I broke into a run, back to the library, to get my sword.</p><p></p><p>I ran as fast as my feet would move, through the ruined city. A burst through old intersections, knowing that even as I did the creature could leap out from one of them and send me to the afterlife. That thought, coupled with the fact that I wished to see my love once more before I died, spurned me onward to greater speeds.</p><p></p><p>By the time I reached the building that sat atop the library, I was out of breath. My lungs screamed for air, yet they would have to wait. My muscles filled with weariness, the long run at full speed was draining almost all of my strength. Still I ran.</p><p></p><p>Up the front steps, through the rooms of the building, and down the flight of stairs into the darkness that had become my home. I lunged through the door into the library, kicking it shut behind me. The loud noise echoed throughout the room, yet none of the specters looked up. For some reason, I felt comforted in that moment, put at ease by my companions that never acknowledged me.</p><p></p><p>Picking myself off the floor, I leaned against a wall of books, slowly letting my breathing come back. My muscles still throbbed, but there was work to be done. Something deadly was lurking outside, and it would have to be dealt with.</p><p></p><p>I walked over to my corner, looked at my makeshift room and found the object I was looking for. My sword was leaning up against a stack of books, as if standing at the ready for a fight.</p><p></p><p>At the thought of a real fight, my spirit surged. Finally I would be able to fight a flesh and blood creature. A chance to hone my skill had shown up, and I wouldn't let it go to waste. Grabbing my sword, I turned and headed for the staircase.</p><p></p><p>I flung the door open with an adrenaline pumping through my body, ready to charge up those stairs and hunt down whatever was out there. Instead of charging up, I found myself staring as a small cloaked figure who was standing on the lower stairs.</p><p></p><p>Immediately I started to raise my sword to attack, when his hand flew up, in a pattern of movements I couldn't follow, and I heard words of magic steam from beneath the cowl. My sword began descending on the figure, which was a little more than half my height, when I felt my muscles freeze up. My arms stopped moving, held in place, the sword inches from the figure's head. I found I couldn't even blink, as I struggled against the magic that held my body in one place.</p><p></p><p>I watched as the figure drew forth a club, which it raised above it's head. The little creature leaped off the steps, bringing the club crashing down on my head. As the creature fell past me, I caught a glimpse of it's face. Gnome, I thought, as pain exploded throughout my head.</p><p></p><p>Then, my world went black...</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Cevalic, post: 1578, member: 171"] Chapter 2 It started out as a normal day. I awoke at the usual time, leaving the library to check my snares for food. At the same time I practiced with my sword, honing my skills although I was coming to learn that fighting with the air was doing nothing for my fighting prowess. I returned to the library and ate my morning meal, a small rabbit from the night before. There were a few apples left, so I finished them off. My hunger sated, I returned to the book I had been reading, a detailed story of the life of Zeno, one of the most demonic human priests to ever breathe. When I finished reading about the vile life he lived and the atrocities he committed, I found myself thankful that he had been murdered a few centuries past. I placed the book in the growing pile of books I had read during my stay. Even if I lived to be a thousand, I knew that I would never even come close to reading all the books contained in the library. I had given up searching for an explanation for the library and it's denizens. I was happy just to let the subject rest. I had no desire to read another book at the moment, for most were filled with violent stories, of the most brutal nature. I hadn't even realized it until I finished reading about Zeno. At that moment a chill ran up my spine, and I decided to take a walk out outside. The cloud's were doing a good job of hiding the sun, while the icy breeze stung my cheek. Still, it seemed to be a blazing fire compared to the chill that fell upon me in the library. I decided to run, that way the chill would have to keep up with me. I followed my usual trail, starting from the side nearest the ocean then running west, until I circled around to the starting point. The town was a perfect sight for running, the buildings that were overgrown with plants was a sight that I came to enjoy. It set me at ease. Before I knew it, I had left the chill far behind. I was almost three quarters of the way around the city when I saw what looked to be a log laying in the trail up ahead. I knew it hadn't been there earlier in the day, so I quickly slowed down to look. The ground around it was wet with a liquid spreading around it. I quickly realized the figure for what it was. Kicking it with my foot the log rolled over revealing a dead orc, it's brown cape covering most of it's body. It's throat looked like it had been torn apart, but I couldn't fathom what type of creature could rip the whole throat off and not leave any other marks. Quickly scanning the ground, I found it bare. With an unknown creature lurking I reached for my sword, only to find that it wasn't there. In my haste to leave the chill, I had forgotten to grab it. Cursing my luck, I searched the corpse only to find a broken spear. Cursing the gods, a foolish thing by all accounts, I began studying my surroundings. Whatever had killed the orc could be hiding, watching me from it's place. Any sudden moves would bring it charging down upon me, while trying to be sneaky would be useless since it's already watching me. Throwing caution to the wind, I broke into a run, back to the library, to get my sword. I ran as fast as my feet would move, through the ruined city. A burst through old intersections, knowing that even as I did the creature could leap out from one of them and send me to the afterlife. That thought, coupled with the fact that I wished to see my love once more before I died, spurned me onward to greater speeds. By the time I reached the building that sat atop the library, I was out of breath. My lungs screamed for air, yet they would have to wait. My muscles filled with weariness, the long run at full speed was draining almost all of my strength. Still I ran. Up the front steps, through the rooms of the building, and down the flight of stairs into the darkness that had become my home. I lunged through the door into the library, kicking it shut behind me. The loud noise echoed throughout the room, yet none of the specters looked up. For some reason, I felt comforted in that moment, put at ease by my companions that never acknowledged me. Picking myself off the floor, I leaned against a wall of books, slowly letting my breathing come back. My muscles still throbbed, but there was work to be done. Something deadly was lurking outside, and it would have to be dealt with. I walked over to my corner, looked at my makeshift room and found the object I was looking for. My sword was leaning up against a stack of books, as if standing at the ready for a fight. At the thought of a real fight, my spirit surged. Finally I would be able to fight a flesh and blood creature. A chance to hone my skill had shown up, and I wouldn't let it go to waste. Grabbing my sword, I turned and headed for the staircase. I flung the door open with an adrenaline pumping through my body, ready to charge up those stairs and hunt down whatever was out there. Instead of charging up, I found myself staring as a small cloaked figure who was standing on the lower stairs. Immediately I started to raise my sword to attack, when his hand flew up, in a pattern of movements I couldn't follow, and I heard words of magic steam from beneath the cowl. My sword began descending on the figure, which was a little more than half my height, when I felt my muscles freeze up. My arms stopped moving, held in place, the sword inches from the figure's head. I found I couldn't even blink, as I struggled against the magic that held my body in one place. I watched as the figure drew forth a club, which it raised above it's head. The little creature leaped off the steps, bringing the club crashing down on my head. As the creature fell past me, I caught a glimpse of it's face. Gnome, I thought, as pain exploded throughout my head. Then, my world went black... [/QUOTE]
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