Alastair
I swung my blade, finding its mark on the construct. It countered with a low sweep, which I narrowly jumped over. Slamming the blade down onto the creature as I came back. Swinging my blade repeatedly across it stone exterior. I stop, with my last swipe across its chest and my blade extended in the air to my side. The construct's multiple cuts began to sear and glow, as it crumble into a pile of rubble before me.
Sliding the blade into its sheath on my back, I wiped my brow, as sweat had gathered. Looking around the ruin, multiple piles of construct remains were splattered across the room. Walking forward I saw the reason I had come. Walking up the withered stone stairs two skeletal remains slouched on either side of the pedestal. On top sat a necklace, gold which gave a radiant glow.
Picking it up, I saw the pedestal rise, as I heard a whistling sound to my side. Flipping backwards, I land at the bottom of the steps, in the place were I standing, a circle disc was implanted. It was a bronze coloration with golden inlays, its inside was hollow while the outside had multiple serrated protrusions.
"What the he-" I said before seeing another heading at me from the shadows. I dodged to the side, rolling back to my feet. A figure stood on the steps, leaning over picking up its weapon.
"If you wanted to play intense Frisbee, just ask" I joked nonchalantly. The figure stood motionless.
"Not one for jokes then? OK noted" I continued. The figure launched himself into the air. Pulling its blade from its back it slammed down. I quickly pulled my blade, hoping to counter. The impact of his blade force me down onto a knee, but I pushed him back. Pushing back with full force, my attacker relented. Pushing off it land a few feet away. The blade it held was also ornate, decorated like it sharp ass frisbees. It was curved, and the hilt had multiple colored tassels hanging from it.
Charging, I slashed downward, as the figure dash to the side swing his blase to my left. I put up my arm, hoping my arm guard could take the hit. It clanged, as I swung my blade towards his, knocking it off of my arm. It recoiled slightly before regaining composure. Resting my blade on my shoulder, I spoke once again "Is this amulet really that valuable to you?"
The figure still didn't speak, as it charged again. "Fine we can do this the hard way then" I say as I rush, blade scraping along the grounds.
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Droven (ON HOLD INDEFINITELY)
FantasyThe Provinces of Droven strive for peace and equality, but when several provincial leaders are assassinated by unknown forces, no one knows what to do, as the provinces begin to point fingers, causing even more civil unrest and chaos. Few books spe...
