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Jaxle’s Story: A Forgotten Realms FanFic
Part 1: The Swashbuckler
I looked through the wares at a blacksmith’s shop, impressed. This dwarf sure knows how to craft. My scimitar hung sheathed at my side, and my twin daggers were also sheathed, inside my boots. I picked up a war hammer, and felt its great magic tingling in my fingers.
“Put that down! Thief, thief!!!†the dwarf screamed, and I looked at him, knowing there was nothing I could do. It was true, I was a thief, actually an assassin, but I wasn’t about to steal that war hammer. I threw the war hammer down on the table, and dashed out the door, to see two Amnish guards running fast at me thanks to the dwarf’s call.
“Damn,†I muttered as I dashed across, thankful for having no pack and light armor. The guards ran after me, and although not as fast, their heavy armor and spears would kill me in the end. I couldn’t afford a fight, and I certainly couldn’t go back to jail, where I had escaped two months ago. I found the tunnel out of Wakeen’s Promenade fairly easily, even though I was not familiar to this town. The two guards guarding the exit moved to intercept me, but I easily maneuvered around them, kicking one in the stomach and the other in the knee. Although their plate mail armor covered these spots, it knocked them off balance, which was all that I needed. I dashed through the tunnel to the district exit, but before I reached it, a metal boot slammed into my back, knocking me down. I rolled over quickly, trying to get away, but the boot came down on my stomach, leaving me breathless.
One of the four guards picked my up by the collar, and pushed me away, sending me stumbling back. I turned to run, not about to question my good fortune, but two of the guards blocked my path. I tuned to look at the other two. They were discussing something, “…we’ll jus have our fun with this one. No use takin him back jus yet.â€
“Yeah,†the other one said. “We’ll take turns beatin the fool, and teach not to even think about stealin no more. Take his weapon. I’ll be first.†The second guard moved in on me, and I let him take my scimitar. He saw that I had no pack, and thought me weaponless, so he moved away, making the third point in the beating ring. The guard threw down his weapon, and walked in.
He threw his fist at my jaw, which I dodged, even in this current state, easily. He growled, and tried to grab me. I hopped out of the way, and kicked him in the back of his knee, making him fall to the ground. I backed away, and the guard got up quickly, with playful sneers from his fellow guards. The guard charged in, and I again sidestepped, but this time he changed his course at the last minute, and barreled into me. I fell to the ground, with him on top of me.
Then I heard a yell form one of the guards in the circle. I turned to see a dark figure standing over one of the guard’s bodies, sword drawn. I knew this was my chance. I grabbed one of the daggers form my boot, and jabbed it into the guard’s side, where the plate mail stopped. He grabbed his wound. I drew my other dagger, and before he could respond, stabbed him in his other side. I rolled him off of me, and lifted his helmet. I slid my dagger across his neck, and his body went limp.
When I looked back, the figure was fighting another guard, with the last one was fast approaching. I swung my leg out to the running one, and smashed it into his knees. He fell over, and before he could respond, I jumped up and kicked him in the face. He lay there, unconscious. I grabbed my scimitar from his passive form, and drew it, hoping to help my rescuer. But the guard it had been fighting was already dead.
“Thank god for you. Thanks a lot. What’s your name?â€
“Andreilles. Yours?†I recognized immediately it was a woman’s voice.
“Jaxle. Do you belong to a guild, Andreilles?â€
“No, I am new to this trade.â€
“Ha! Yeah right. A newbie would have been slain instantly by these guards. But if you don’t want to talk, I won’t make you. Why did you rescue me? Gold?â€
“No, it just looked like you needed help. Come, I’ll by you a drink. I know I back route to a good bar.â€
I just shrugged. I bent down, and quickly searched the guards, and found some gold and a jewel. The guards had always gotten paid well, and you were always rewarded when you killed one. I followed the girl to the backstreets. It was night, and I just had to wonder why a girl was out so late, that didn’t want anything for slaying two of the most trained fighters in the land.
We walked along in silence. We reached the bar she spoke of in little time, and when we were ushered in form the back, I recognized to place as the Den of Seven Vales. I had come here once or twice in my short stay. They had good rooms, and better alcohol.
I took a seat across from her at a table in a corner. The place was bustling with patrons; drunks singing, women laughing, and young men trying to steal a night with the pretty barmaids. We didn’t get service, so I went up to the bar and ordered two drinks. I took them over, and sat down.
When I got back, I noticed she had put her hood down. I sat down to see a beautiful young woman with golden hair to her shoulders. I could see she had some Elven heritage, although I couldn’t see her ears. She smiled when she saw my surprise. Then she blushed. I looked away, embarrassed. I had had much experience with women, but none this beautiful. I had spent the night with girls from thieves to mages to local hoes, but none had made me feel like she did.
I tried to start a conversation to lighten the mood. “So what are you? Some type of thief, I expect.â€
She looked up, and I was sucked into her deep green eyes. “I am called a swashbuckler. And you must be… maybe an assassin, judging by the poison I noticed on your daggers?â€
“You are right, and all too alert.†I answered with a smile. She giggled at the comment- but not a childish giggle, as I had expected, but a giggled form one on the edge of womanhood.
We drank the rest of the night, talking and swapping stories. But when the morning sun reached its long hands in through the bar window, I knew I had to be going. The Amnish Guards would be looking for me, for they had most definitely found the dead guards, and the unconscious one had probably woken up. They would be searching the city.
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Part 1: The Swashbuckler
I looked through the wares at a blacksmith’s shop, impressed. This dwarf sure knows how to craft. My scimitar hung sheathed at my side, and my twin daggers were also sheathed, inside my boots. I picked up a war hammer, and felt its great magic tingling in my fingers.
“Put that down! Thief, thief!!!†the dwarf screamed, and I looked at him, knowing there was nothing I could do. It was true, I was a thief, actually an assassin, but I wasn’t about to steal that war hammer. I threw the war hammer down on the table, and dashed out the door, to see two Amnish guards running fast at me thanks to the dwarf’s call.
“Damn,†I muttered as I dashed across, thankful for having no pack and light armor. The guards ran after me, and although not as fast, their heavy armor and spears would kill me in the end. I couldn’t afford a fight, and I certainly couldn’t go back to jail, where I had escaped two months ago. I found the tunnel out of Wakeen’s Promenade fairly easily, even though I was not familiar to this town. The two guards guarding the exit moved to intercept me, but I easily maneuvered around them, kicking one in the stomach and the other in the knee. Although their plate mail armor covered these spots, it knocked them off balance, which was all that I needed. I dashed through the tunnel to the district exit, but before I reached it, a metal boot slammed into my back, knocking me down. I rolled over quickly, trying to get away, but the boot came down on my stomach, leaving me breathless.
One of the four guards picked my up by the collar, and pushed me away, sending me stumbling back. I turned to run, not about to question my good fortune, but two of the guards blocked my path. I tuned to look at the other two. They were discussing something, “…we’ll jus have our fun with this one. No use takin him back jus yet.â€
“Yeah,†the other one said. “We’ll take turns beatin the fool, and teach not to even think about stealin no more. Take his weapon. I’ll be first.†The second guard moved in on me, and I let him take my scimitar. He saw that I had no pack, and thought me weaponless, so he moved away, making the third point in the beating ring. The guard threw down his weapon, and walked in.
He threw his fist at my jaw, which I dodged, even in this current state, easily. He growled, and tried to grab me. I hopped out of the way, and kicked him in the back of his knee, making him fall to the ground. I backed away, and the guard got up quickly, with playful sneers from his fellow guards. The guard charged in, and I again sidestepped, but this time he changed his course at the last minute, and barreled into me. I fell to the ground, with him on top of me.
Then I heard a yell form one of the guards in the circle. I turned to see a dark figure standing over one of the guard’s bodies, sword drawn. I knew this was my chance. I grabbed one of the daggers form my boot, and jabbed it into the guard’s side, where the plate mail stopped. He grabbed his wound. I drew my other dagger, and before he could respond, stabbed him in his other side. I rolled him off of me, and lifted his helmet. I slid my dagger across his neck, and his body went limp.
When I looked back, the figure was fighting another guard, with the last one was fast approaching. I swung my leg out to the running one, and smashed it into his knees. He fell over, and before he could respond, I jumped up and kicked him in the face. He lay there, unconscious. I grabbed my scimitar from his passive form, and drew it, hoping to help my rescuer. But the guard it had been fighting was already dead.
“Thank god for you. Thanks a lot. What’s your name?â€
“Andreilles. Yours?†I recognized immediately it was a woman’s voice.
“Jaxle. Do you belong to a guild, Andreilles?â€
“No, I am new to this trade.â€
“Ha! Yeah right. A newbie would have been slain instantly by these guards. But if you don’t want to talk, I won’t make you. Why did you rescue me? Gold?â€
“No, it just looked like you needed help. Come, I’ll by you a drink. I know I back route to a good bar.â€
I just shrugged. I bent down, and quickly searched the guards, and found some gold and a jewel. The guards had always gotten paid well, and you were always rewarded when you killed one. I followed the girl to the backstreets. It was night, and I just had to wonder why a girl was out so late, that didn’t want anything for slaying two of the most trained fighters in the land.
We walked along in silence. We reached the bar she spoke of in little time, and when we were ushered in form the back, I recognized to place as the Den of Seven Vales. I had come here once or twice in my short stay. They had good rooms, and better alcohol.
I took a seat across from her at a table in a corner. The place was bustling with patrons; drunks singing, women laughing, and young men trying to steal a night with the pretty barmaids. We didn’t get service, so I went up to the bar and ordered two drinks. I took them over, and sat down.
When I got back, I noticed she had put her hood down. I sat down to see a beautiful young woman with golden hair to her shoulders. I could see she had some Elven heritage, although I couldn’t see her ears. She smiled when she saw my surprise. Then she blushed. I looked away, embarrassed. I had had much experience with women, but none this beautiful. I had spent the night with girls from thieves to mages to local hoes, but none had made me feel like she did.
I tried to start a conversation to lighten the mood. “So what are you? Some type of thief, I expect.â€
She looked up, and I was sucked into her deep green eyes. “I am called a swashbuckler. And you must be… maybe an assassin, judging by the poison I noticed on your daggers?â€
“You are right, and all too alert.†I answered with a smile. She giggled at the comment- but not a childish giggle, as I had expected, but a giggled form one on the edge of womanhood.
We drank the rest of the night, talking and swapping stories. But when the morning sun reached its long hands in through the bar window, I knew I had to be going. The Amnish Guards would be looking for me, for they had most definitely found the dead guards, and the unconscious one had probably woken up. They would be searching the city.
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