21st Bell - 40th of Autumn, AV 512 - Sunberth's Alleyways
Sunberth welcomed all into its arms even if the people would push them all right back out given the chance. Night had a way of bringing all the freaks out. The darkness was like was like a mother to them, whispering to them in the shadows, telling them that they were normal, that they would be save outside as long as they were in her shrouding embrace.
The sky was clear this night, the full moon shone brightly in the sky as it radiated down on Sunberth shadowed streets, bringing some much need illumination with it. In a desolate alleyways several figures skulked around, whispering amongst themselves as they drew a variety of deadly weapons before hovering around a splintering wooden door.
"So, wait... What's this fucker done again?" One of the mercenaries asked in a hushed whisper to Erik.
"He's been cuttin' 'is product with flour or salt or sumthin' like that. I dunno the specifics an' I didn't ask. He's been a moron an' someone wants 'im dead for it" Erik replied truthfully, he didn't care what the drug dealer did and he'd be happy to wipe his existence from Sunberth.
"Right, an' 'ow many guards does 'e 'ave?"
"Two we reckon, maybe three" Another mercenary answered "Four of us should be enough an' lets face it, we don't wanna split the fee for this anymore than we 'ave too."
"Who gave us this job anyway?"
"Some guy from the establishment. Usual drill" Erik stated which for a mercenary in Sunberth was a fifth up front and no exchange of names.
"And we're sure 'e's in 'ere with no back entrances?"
"Bloke said 'e was 'ere and I couldn't find another door anywhere else. Bugger could 'ave a trap door leadin' into some tunnel but not much we can do about that".
"Alright, big guy, you're up".
The fourth member of their little makeshift team, a six foot tall broad redhead who had yet to speak a single word, approached the door and raised a heavy foot before slamming into the door. The rusty instantly surrendered to the sudden force and the door flew forward into the building with a loud bang. There was a sudden rush of activity as the mercenaries poured into what looked like some dirty lab with equipment, that while simple, Erik couldn't even begin to name. Each side of the thirty by thirty foot room was lined by shelves with all sorts of strange plants, powders and what look like animals innards to Erik.
"Mercenaries, deal with them!" A voice shouted, originating from a scrawny rat-faced man who had retreated to the other side of the room as he stuffed a backpack with gold and drugs. Three men lumbered forward in response to these orders, each clad in leather armour and wielding a variety of blades. Erik rushed forward, his blade slicing through the air with deadly force and speed as his opponent parried the blow, his own blade twisting to meet Erik's kopis and knock it off course.
Erik gritted his teeth as he quickly recoiled before twisting his body to the side to avoid a lethal follow up stab by his foe that would've left his guts spilling out onto the floor though that would make the makeshift drug lab no less disturbing. Downward slash. Blocked. Across. Parried. Kick to the testicles. Success. He pressed on aggressively as the mercenaries splintered off, fighting with various success as they negotiated clunky with the environment.
As his opponent tried to shrug off the pain to his bollocks Erik continued to press on with the assault, bearing down constantly on the man with wild slashes. His foe tried a risky retaliation, his arm stretching out as the tip of his blade targeted Erik's torso but it was ill-concieved and Erik sliced across, his forward heavy blade swinging forward as struck against his forearm.
The blade had no trouble slicing through the hardened leather that was more suited to softening blunt force then sharp metal. It continued, through his arm as the man screamed with a sickening wail as his muscles were several and blood started to pour from the wound. It was only bone that stopped the blade but not before it had partially split through and become lodged in the arm. Erik let his grip of the hilt slip as the man fell to the ground in pain and it was times like this he was always glad he carried a spare. He slipped his other blade from his harness before bringing it down onto the back of the man's neck, hacking several times in short success as blood sprayed from the wound that was mangled into indiscernible chunks of bloody flesh.
Erik tasted the blood on his face as his body was splattered with the disturbingly warm liquid as what missed him decorated the lab instead. He felt the adrenaline rushing around his body, feeling every twitch in his body and he looked around the lab for another fight to join in with.
By the gods, I love this job.
Sunberth welcomed all into its arms even if the people would push them all right back out given the chance. Night had a way of bringing all the freaks out. The darkness was like was like a mother to them, whispering to them in the shadows, telling them that they were normal, that they would be save outside as long as they were in her shrouding embrace.
The sky was clear this night, the full moon shone brightly in the sky as it radiated down on Sunberth shadowed streets, bringing some much need illumination with it. In a desolate alleyways several figures skulked around, whispering amongst themselves as they drew a variety of deadly weapons before hovering around a splintering wooden door.
"So, wait... What's this fucker done again?" One of the mercenaries asked in a hushed whisper to Erik.
"He's been cuttin' 'is product with flour or salt or sumthin' like that. I dunno the specifics an' I didn't ask. He's been a moron an' someone wants 'im dead for it" Erik replied truthfully, he didn't care what the drug dealer did and he'd be happy to wipe his existence from Sunberth.
"Right, an' 'ow many guards does 'e 'ave?"
"Two we reckon, maybe three" Another mercenary answered "Four of us should be enough an' lets face it, we don't wanna split the fee for this anymore than we 'ave too."
"Who gave us this job anyway?"
"Some guy from the establishment. Usual drill" Erik stated which for a mercenary in Sunberth was a fifth up front and no exchange of names.
"And we're sure 'e's in 'ere with no back entrances?"
"Bloke said 'e was 'ere and I couldn't find another door anywhere else. Bugger could 'ave a trap door leadin' into some tunnel but not much we can do about that".
"Alright, big guy, you're up".
The fourth member of their little makeshift team, a six foot tall broad redhead who had yet to speak a single word, approached the door and raised a heavy foot before slamming into the door. The rusty instantly surrendered to the sudden force and the door flew forward into the building with a loud bang. There was a sudden rush of activity as the mercenaries poured into what looked like some dirty lab with equipment, that while simple, Erik couldn't even begin to name. Each side of the thirty by thirty foot room was lined by shelves with all sorts of strange plants, powders and what look like animals innards to Erik.
"Mercenaries, deal with them!" A voice shouted, originating from a scrawny rat-faced man who had retreated to the other side of the room as he stuffed a backpack with gold and drugs. Three men lumbered forward in response to these orders, each clad in leather armour and wielding a variety of blades. Erik rushed forward, his blade slicing through the air with deadly force and speed as his opponent parried the blow, his own blade twisting to meet Erik's kopis and knock it off course.
Erik gritted his teeth as he quickly recoiled before twisting his body to the side to avoid a lethal follow up stab by his foe that would've left his guts spilling out onto the floor though that would make the makeshift drug lab no less disturbing. Downward slash. Blocked. Across. Parried. Kick to the testicles. Success. He pressed on aggressively as the mercenaries splintered off, fighting with various success as they negotiated clunky with the environment.
As his opponent tried to shrug off the pain to his bollocks Erik continued to press on with the assault, bearing down constantly on the man with wild slashes. His foe tried a risky retaliation, his arm stretching out as the tip of his blade targeted Erik's torso but it was ill-concieved and Erik sliced across, his forward heavy blade swinging forward as struck against his forearm.
The blade had no trouble slicing through the hardened leather that was more suited to softening blunt force then sharp metal. It continued, through his arm as the man screamed with a sickening wail as his muscles were several and blood started to pour from the wound. It was only bone that stopped the blade but not before it had partially split through and become lodged in the arm. Erik let his grip of the hilt slip as the man fell to the ground in pain and it was times like this he was always glad he carried a spare. He slipped his other blade from his harness before bringing it down onto the back of the man's neck, hacking several times in short success as blood sprayed from the wound that was mangled into indiscernible chunks of bloody flesh.
Erik tasted the blood on his face as his body was splattered with the disturbingly warm liquid as what missed him decorated the lab instead. He felt the adrenaline rushing around his body, feeling every twitch in his body and he looked around the lab for another fight to join in with.
By the gods, I love this job.
