To make a name for myself, thats what people always wanted from me. However I could care less cause the noble life was not for me.. That was my brother he went on to be a proud knight and made the family proud. Where I kept to the books and went off to study with the magi circle. The outcast of the family the one that no one wanted to talk about cause of the path I took. Though dispite being the outcast I still tried to keep in touch. Letters did come at first, full of forced caring for me and then they stopped coming. I thought it better this way in the end, why bother wasting time on a letter if you didn't care. In time I fully pushed everyone and everything a side for my studies.
Over the years I became a master of spell weaving, or in simpler terms the means to imbue items with magic. When the magi felt I was ready to go out into the world and work I left them. I took up shop with a elder spell weaver in a small farming town. Enchanting hoes to never dull and plows that would never break. In my spare time I fell in with the hunters of the village and learn to use sword and bow. I trained in the arts of war they offered just as hard as I did with my studies. Time I turned sixteen the age they call you to be a man in this village I was lean, but toned.
As I became more and more a part of this village, I considered everyone here like family and they did the same. It felt nice having somplace to belong, but all good things tend to come to a end in onr shape or another. It was a cool autumn morning that started the end of my happyness here. I was out in the fields working with the other men as I watch the nearest one to me drop with a arrow in his chest. I stood there stunned for a moment, I was used to seen dead animals... But a person I thought I would never see someone killed next to me. Standing there in this state of shock I almost didn't hear someone shouting my name. Ears perked to the call of my name I shook my head, it was one of the hunters from the village.
"Fall back from the fields now!" he yelled at me again, and started to dart through the field and into the corn patch that led to the village. I made my way as well as arrows flew around me, one luckyly enough to strike me in the arm. I cried out, but this wasn't the time to worry about something like this.
The chill of the wind biting at my bones making me shiver as I wonder where to go to the north lays the light of warmth and a home worth seeking and to the south lays the pain and sorrow of those who suffer should I turn my back on them and carry home for my job was done? I slowly gathered my gear and started toward my home land, as I was done doing what I needed, though at the last second a messanger ran up to me shouting "Wait Sire Marcus don't go, I have orders and half pay from the king. We have another job for you, it seems a great evil has arisen in the south.." the messenger harped out as he tried to catch his breath at the same time. I wanted to pay him no heed, but I needed the gold and I took the scroll from his trembling hands as my eyes glanced over it once I had it open. What was in it chilled me to the very core, more so than the blasted wind that howled around us. I had no choice to take this job, he had come back.. A man I thought to be gone, my brother..
The flames flickered from the fireplace as I swung open the door to the inn. It was empty save for one man in the corner and the owner who raised his head as I walked in. He bellowed out a welcome as I closed the door behind me. I made my way up to the bar and dropped more than enough gold on the surface. "A room, a hot bath, your finest food and drink" he looked at the amount before him and hollar'd into the back room. A small boy no older than ten scuttered out and ran up stairs "My son will draw your bath and I will get my wife to the food, should I have it brought to your room sir?" he asked meekly and I shook my head as I spoke "I will be back down, I wish to eat by the fire" I took another glance to the man in the corner as I spoke. Something seemly were off about him as I took my leave up stairs.
As I reached the top of the stairs I noticed I forgot to get my key to the room. I turned heel to return down the steps and about half way down a dagger whizzed past my head. It came inches from striking me, but it missed. I heard someone mutter "Fucking hell" as another dagger flew through the dimly light room. My well trained eyes tracking it as my body started to move. Up and over the side of the railing I went landing hard onto the bar. Instead of waiting for the next attack to figure out where the attack was I started my attack. Left hand dipping into a pouch on the back of my belt as my right reaching for my dagger. Another dagger came flying at me, striking me in the shoulder but I only smirked as my armor stopped it. Before the attack had a chance to ready himself again, left hand slipped free and tossed three small glassed orbs out into the air. As they sailed my lips spoke a spell as I shielded my eyes with my cloak. A bright light erupted from the three orbs filling the room with the said light. I counted under my breath timing the spell and soon as it started to flicker out I sprung from the bar at the attacker.
As he stumbled cursing and blind I sent my knee into his gut and as he doubled over I wrapped my cloak around him as the clasp broke and using the twisted motion I directed him into a wall. As he crashed into it and before he fell, I was on him again dagger pressing into his throat hard enough to make a trickle of blood dip from the blade. "How did you know I would be here and who sent you" I shouted in his face and got nothing back save a mouth full of spit to the face. "Wrong answer" I snarled out as I dropped the dagger from his throat, as the dagger fell my head met his in a hard headbutt dazzing him. As he muttered curses at me and tried to get his senses back I threw him toward the fire place and advanced on him again. One hand gripping his head as I slammed it into the stone of the fire place "You don't want to talk?.. So be it" I grinned in the dim light of the fire. I glanced over to the inn keep who finally peeked his head out from behind the bar "If you don't want to hear what comes next I suggest you step outside" I said in a calm manner. The inn keep quickly grabbed his son who was coming down the steps and made his way into the back room. I looked down to my attack who struggled to get a bead on what was going on. While he did, I took my free hand and thrusted his hand into the fire. He howled out as it burnt "I'll talk! I'll fucking talk!"
As with any of my stories, mind the grammar and spelling mistakes its not my strong points.
This is a story that I started a month ago and decided to flesh out more, as it stands its more along moderate rating, but when I get more into it it will become 18+ to cover my rear :D
So enjoy a wip story about an outcast and his "noble" brother