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 |  Subject: Stories of Prestige  Thu 31 Mar 2011 - 7:52 | |
| I need to start writing more, or my joints will get rusty  So I'm going to start writing short stories based on D&D Prestige classes. I will tell you guys just the name, and you guys can vote on it just by that
Below will be what I write.
Frenzied Beserker
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The woman traveled many days; her armor loose around her stomach and her only companion strapped to her back. That, was her weapon. A large 2 handed great sword that she kept with her always. It was her only friend, and always would be. Both of them loved the thrill of combat... The insanity of it all, the sound of those in pain, the feel of blood running down the hilt... It was all so... Wonderful... This woman traveled everywhere looking for conflict, because wherever there was conflict, there was someone who needed to die. Someone was always there to pay for the help, because they are unable to feel the thrill that she does. No matter, more for her...
Most who saw her knew what she was, but would never say it to her face. Those ignorant would think all she carried with her as unfit for a warrior. Loose fitting leather, a pair of gauntlets, 3 javelins, and a sword were all she had. She was also a woman... She didn't care for their ignorance however, as she knew she could rip apart those who felt she was weak. But for now, she did not think of blood or slaughter, but of food. The last she'd eaten was several days ago in the last town she was in. They weren't too happy with her methods, so she had to leave early... But, she never gave up hope, and it was rewarded when another small town came into view. As she walked into the town she checked her coin purse... Nothing but a hole in the bottom of a leather sack. The woman groaned in frustration as she watched the people of the town just starting to wake. She needed food, and would get some from the Inn... She'd find a way...
Once inside she walked straight to the Innkeeper, saying,"I have traveled for days and need food..."
The Innkeeper raised an eyebrow, looking at the woman before him saying,"Do you have money?"
"No, but I will work it off..." She replied, desperate for a meal.
The Innkeeper however shook his head, saying,"Sorry, I have no use for muscle right now." After he said sorry she had already turned and left. She would simply have to find a job tonight and get it done so she can eat... Simple as that... Knowing that, she sat outside the door of the Inn, putting his greatsword across her lap as she pulled a whetstone from her pack, and started to sharpen her friend. After all, he would need to be nice and sharp if they're to eat tonight...
It didn't take long before a Halfling and a pathetic looking Elf stopped in front of her. The Halfling was in armor like herself, but his weapons were too small to be a fighter... Must have been one of those Thief types... As for the Elf, he was pathetic... Definitely a book worm...
"Pardon miss, but I don't suppose you could help us?" The Elf started to say before she lifted her coinpurse, shaking it lightly,"Oh... Uh, yes we'd be willing to pay." She stood up without further word, putting her greatsword back on her back before nodding to them.
They had walked for about an hour out of town, and the Elf explained it in too much detail... Apparently some Goblins stole a precious staff from the Book Worm, and his Thief tried to take it back but couldn't. All that mattered to her is that she was told to kill them and that they'd help. Help? With the numbers they said, the battle would end quickly. But they'd pay enough to feed her, so she didn't care. Finally they came to the edge of the woods that opened up to a goblin camp. There were less then 5 dozen; hardly a battle, but she'd have fun with it. The Elf started talking again, but she didn't listen. She pulled out her sword, and started to walk out; frightened calls of panic coming from the Book Worm. The Goblins saw her quickly, most of them scrambling for bows as the others charged at her with spears drawn. For a moment, all movement stopped. Her eyes were closed, and deep inside her was a tiny spark... She could hear the steps of Goblins, hear their pounding hearts, feel the anger they held for her... It was all so... Wonderful...
The spark turned into a flame as she opened her eyes; the blood running through her now blood shot eyes as the Goblins were upon her. She yelled out in supreme fury, grabbing her Greatsword as with one swing cut down half a dozen goblins; their fragile bodies ripping clean in half from the power she held. The Greatsword is a mighty weapon, and a large one as well, but she held it with a single hand, sweeping through the enemy as if they were mere blades of grass. It didn't take long for her to kill the ones that rushed at her, arrows from the others trained on her as well. Normal people might have noticed the goblin in the back messing with the staff, but in her hazey red vision she only saw blood and hatred. The goblins started to fire upon her as she ran forward, arrows embedding themselves in her thick skin as she leapt at them, crushing one beneath her feet as she swept her blade once more over the enemies, killing the row of archers instantly. Last was the goblin leader pointing the staff at her, grin on his face. Without thought she ran at him, not seeing the bolt of lightning that leapt from the staff. It struck her, and the goblin laughed in glee, but not before his head was grabbed by the one thing he tried to kill. Not even magic can stop pure hatred... She saw the goblin through her blood filled eyes as she dropped her sword, grasping his head tighter as it exploded in her hands. She breathed heavily as she stared down at the corpse before yelling out in victory.
The Elf was excited, running towards her as he started to congradulate her, but not before the staff he was wanting was quickly shoved through his chest by the very woman he hired. Anger still controlled her as she furriously killed the Book Worm, grinning in satisfaction. Almost out of sight she saw the Halfling running, she would not let her prey escape... She pulled out a javalin, throwing it straight at him as it struck his head, piercing it. She was victorious once more, and got the fight she was looking for... Moments later however, her limbs started to get heavy, her eyes started to clear... The spark of hatred was slowly calming... Once it was gone she was just tired... Looking among the battlefield as she saw what she did. She could have warned them, but she doubt they would have listened. No one does. So she cleaned off her blade, retrieved her javalin, and took gold from the dead. She went back to town, the night sky over her by then as she was able to buy all the food she wanted, happily downing it before she left once more. She couldn't stay long, as she didn't want to be charged with two more murders. Not that it mattered much, she just can't stand jail. Too closed in. But, death is the price paid when ignorance works with a Beserker...
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