thomas.berubeg
Wandering the World
To complement the Building civiliopedia request thread.
(for units that don't currently have a pedia entry)
Shadowrider: (note, this may be completly against everything that Kael has in mind for thier lore, but i see them as a sort of assassin/theifs/mercenaries employed by members of the council)
He had been riding for hours, and he felt it in his bones. That was only a minor inconvenient. He had been trained since early childhood not to let physical discomfort distract him. what might be a problem, though, was the horse beneath him failing. He had driven it beyond it's capabilities, and it's lungs were about to burst. he knew the feeling, the staggering gait of the horse beneath him. It was the third horse he had run through in as many days, and as it's lungs finally burst and it fell, he took a practiced leap from it's back. He paused and listened. there were no sounds of pursuit, but he knew that they would not let him get away without at least some interference. Before setting off he checked the pouch he carried slung over his back. It was still there.
He steeled himself for the long walk in the dark of the forest. there was no fear in him, just impatience at the horse still dying behind him. He left it, and set off down the road. Mercifully, barely a half hour later, the lights of an inn shown through the trees. Cautiously, staying hidden in the shadows, he looked in. The only patrons was a group of Bannor Crusaders. They looked happy, so must not have heard the news yet. He stole over to the stables of the inn, and was looking for an appropriate horse when one of the doors of the stable opened. he faded into the shadows, and in the darkness observed a drunken stablehand. or maybe not so drunk.
"is there anybody in here?" the stable hand called "John, come here, i think there's somebody in the stable?"
He swore under hisbreath, and threw a small dagger at the man. the man collapsed, killed instantly by the toxins on knife's blade. As the man the dead stablehand had called came into the stable, he leapt onto a horse, (not the best in the stable, but it would have to do) and tore off into the night.
-thomas
(for units that don't currently have a pedia entry)
Shadowrider: (note, this may be completly against everything that Kael has in mind for thier lore, but i see them as a sort of assassin/theifs/mercenaries employed by members of the council)
He had been riding for hours, and he felt it in his bones. That was only a minor inconvenient. He had been trained since early childhood not to let physical discomfort distract him. what might be a problem, though, was the horse beneath him failing. He had driven it beyond it's capabilities, and it's lungs were about to burst. he knew the feeling, the staggering gait of the horse beneath him. It was the third horse he had run through in as many days, and as it's lungs finally burst and it fell, he took a practiced leap from it's back. He paused and listened. there were no sounds of pursuit, but he knew that they would not let him get away without at least some interference. Before setting off he checked the pouch he carried slung over his back. It was still there.
He steeled himself for the long walk in the dark of the forest. there was no fear in him, just impatience at the horse still dying behind him. He left it, and set off down the road. Mercifully, barely a half hour later, the lights of an inn shown through the trees. Cautiously, staying hidden in the shadows, he looked in. The only patrons was a group of Bannor Crusaders. They looked happy, so must not have heard the news yet. He stole over to the stables of the inn, and was looking for an appropriate horse when one of the doors of the stable opened. he faded into the shadows, and in the darkness observed a drunken stablehand. or maybe not so drunk.
"is there anybody in here?" the stable hand called "John, come here, i think there's somebody in the stable?"
He swore under hisbreath, and threw a small dagger at the man. the man collapsed, killed instantly by the toxins on knife's blade. As the man the dead stablehand had called came into the stable, he leapt onto a horse, (not the best in the stable, but it would have to do) and tore off into the night.
-thomas
