- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Genres
- Fantasy and SciFi are the two genres I most enjoy. I absolutely adore Dark Fantasy/Dark SciFi, and I quite enjoy RPs with at least a facet of comedy in them too.
SINDRI HERMOD
Sindri's throat had been dry since they had left the warehouse, warhammer tightly clasped in his hand. He'd fought before, certainly, but this was the first time he'd set out with the intention of getting involved in one. He could feel the subtle tremor in his fingers as they crouched in waiting. It was so much easier when the fights happened to you...none of this thinking about the fact that in a few minutes several people would likely be dead. He glanced left and right to the others. They all seemed unmoved by the tension, leaving Sindri feeling ever more out of place. He had to calm down. He took several deep breaths. These Untamed were just bandits right? He'd dealt with plenty of bandits. It would all be fine.
Everything seemed to happen so quickly. The woman on the cart stole away into the shadows, seconds before an arrow struck the cart. The six guards were immediately on alert, scanning the area. If the three women were to successfully get to the princess, they would need a distraction. So Sindri leapt around the corner, warhammer in hand, and rushed at the nearest one with an overheard swing. Most bandits were either knocked out cold by the hit, or suitably stunned from the effort of blocking it, that it was enough to settle minor conflicts instantly.
It came as a shock to Sindri as his opponent deftly sidestepped the swing, pulling out a flail which he swung into the back of Sindri's leg. His knee buckled under the impact, driving him down. As he attempted to rise back up to his feet, the flail was whipped around viciously back into his gut, causing him to collapse over onto all fours, the wind knocked from him. He just managed to lift his head to see the smug smirk of the Untamed as he swung the flail high, ready to swing down in a fatal blow.
So this is how it ends, then. An insignificant end to an insignificant life, drifting from place to place because there was nowhere he could stay. Even after everything he was still worthless. As he closed his eyes, he felt a flash of guilt. People needed him to not be worthless. People needed him to fight on so that they could save the world. It was almost laughable, but that was the sheer absurdity of the world he had found himself in these past two days. He needed to survive.
THUD.
The Untamed gawped in surprise as the head of the flail bounced off from the top of Sindri's skull. As he stepped back a couple of paces in shock, Sindri surged forwards, skin once again darkened to near black as his momentum carried him into the Untamed's chest. Though he could move freely, it seemed like he hit with more weight than he normally did as the Untamed fell over flat on the ground. Sindri placed a foot heavily on his chest, raising the warhammer high. "Sorry, but it's you or us...and it's too important to the world that we succeed." He brought the warhammer down with a sickening finality.