Karrah chapter 2
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sagesariaTitle: Karrah
Category: Fanfiction, computer game, Everquest
Rating: PG
Genre: Action/Adventure/Fantasy/Mystery
Summary: A story based upon my monk character, Karrah.
Status: Incomplete
You can find chapter 1 of this story at http://www.livejournal.com/users/sarias_stories/9688.html#cutid1
Chapter 2
I never slept well. I'd always be lying in bed wide awake for hours, thinking about anything that reached my restless mind, until I couldn't take it anymore and I'd meditate myself to sleep.
Tonight was no exception. It was almost midnight, and I hadn't given up on sleep without aid just yet. I listened to the rain pattering on the roof of the silent guild hall, mentally following the path to Freeport. I would follow that path for real in five days, when I completed my training.
A muffled creak in the next room caught my attention. Someone was in the hall. Was it one of the other monks? No, couldn’t be…no one is awake this late. This was a stranger to the guild…and whoever it was, it was coming my way.
The papered door slithered open. Quickly I dropped myself onto the bed and feigned sleep. The stranger was in the room now, feet pressing hard against the wooden floors, toward where I lay.
The sound of footsteps stopped. Silence, then a sudden rush of air right over me. I clapped my hands in front of me, catching someone's wrist, and opened my eyes to see a dagger, inches from my face, a colorless, sappy liquid oozing down the blade.
I rolled to my feet to see a figure, clad in black, yank its armed hand out of my grasp and disappear out the door. I dashed after it, almost without thinking. It was only seconds before I felt the wet grass beneath my bare feet and rain pounded down on me. I stopped and looked around frantically, squinting in the blinding water and fighting to keep my soaked bangs out of my eyes.
A bolt of lightning streaked across the clouds. I whipped around in time to see the figure, highlighted by the blinding flash in the sky, jump down from the roof of the guild hall, blade poised to attack. I barely stepped out of the way in time, and I finally got a look at my opponent.
The faint light around the building was enough to make out indigo skin, telling me that my opponent was a dark elf. Narrow, feminine eyes glared at me behind a black mask that hid the rest of its face. Long black hair was tied in a ponytail, which hung limp from wetness.
That was all I could see before the assassin vanished again into the darkness of the rain. I glanced around the empty surroundings, shaking wetness from my face in vain, until finally the attacker appeared again. I blocked her strike with my open hand, knocking her dagger away. I could hear it clatter across the marble road, out of my sight.
The rogue seemed to be able to see it, however, as she took her eyes off of me towards where I heard it fall, and tried to move to it. I blocked her path. She tried to duck past me, but I stepped in her way again and attempted a punch. She blocked and sent one of her own. I ducked away and started to grab at her mask. She was quick; I found myself having to turn around her several times to avoid her attacks.
But I finally found my chance as her fist barely missed my shoulder. I grabbed her arm and flipped backwards, sending her to the ground. She tried to get up, but I was already over her. Pressing my knee into her chest, I reached down and finally slipped off the mask.
My wet bangs hung over my eyes, but I could still make out the assassin’s face in the dark; thin, pale lips, small nose, and now I could see her eyes, coal-like and deep in her face. I caught a glimpse of a tiny tattoo near the corner of her mouth before she suddenly rolled onto her stomach, throwing me onto the muddy ground. The rogue gave me no time to recover; pain shot through my right cheek as she sent a kick across it. The warmth of blood was startling against the stinging cold of the rain.
I saw the assassin retract the reddened blade back into her sandal before she kicked me onto my back. I fought as hard as I could not to panic or pass out as I realized through the shock that she knocked the wind out of me. The rogue began to approach me, her knife in her hand once again.
"What's going on out there?"
A pair of monks, still in their night things, appeared, lanterns in hand. Finally I forced my body to breathe again and turned toward them, blinking at the light and rain assaulting my face.
"Karrah! Karrah! What happened?"
I felt one of the monks wrap one of my arms around his shoulders and pull me to my feet, which stung against the cold grass.
"A rogue." I muttered, drained, "She tried to kill me. I don't know where she went."
A few of the other students fanned out to examine the surrounding area while I was dragged into the guild hall. I didn’t barely noticed the warmth as we entered, alerting me to the fact that my whole body was going numb.
“Give her to me.” I heard Master Dareth’s voice say. His voice was distant. My eyes rolled. I felt nothing, not even Master Dareth’s arms supporting me.
“Hold on, Karrah. You’re all r—t—n--”
I knew nothing more of that night.
Category: Fanfiction, computer game, Everquest
Rating: PG
Genre: Action/Adventure/Fantasy/Mystery
Summary: A story based upon my monk character, Karrah.
Status: Incomplete
You can find chapter 1 of this story at http://www.livejournal.com/users/sarias_stories/9688.html#cutid1
Chapter 2
I never slept well. I'd always be lying in bed wide awake for hours, thinking about anything that reached my restless mind, until I couldn't take it anymore and I'd meditate myself to sleep.
Tonight was no exception. It was almost midnight, and I hadn't given up on sleep without aid just yet. I listened to the rain pattering on the roof of the silent guild hall, mentally following the path to Freeport. I would follow that path for real in five days, when I completed my training.
A muffled creak in the next room caught my attention. Someone was in the hall. Was it one of the other monks? No, couldn’t be…no one is awake this late. This was a stranger to the guild…and whoever it was, it was coming my way.
The papered door slithered open. Quickly I dropped myself onto the bed and feigned sleep. The stranger was in the room now, feet pressing hard against the wooden floors, toward where I lay.
The sound of footsteps stopped. Silence, then a sudden rush of air right over me. I clapped my hands in front of me, catching someone's wrist, and opened my eyes to see a dagger, inches from my face, a colorless, sappy liquid oozing down the blade.
I rolled to my feet to see a figure, clad in black, yank its armed hand out of my grasp and disappear out the door. I dashed after it, almost without thinking. It was only seconds before I felt the wet grass beneath my bare feet and rain pounded down on me. I stopped and looked around frantically, squinting in the blinding water and fighting to keep my soaked bangs out of my eyes.
A bolt of lightning streaked across the clouds. I whipped around in time to see the figure, highlighted by the blinding flash in the sky, jump down from the roof of the guild hall, blade poised to attack. I barely stepped out of the way in time, and I finally got a look at my opponent.
The faint light around the building was enough to make out indigo skin, telling me that my opponent was a dark elf. Narrow, feminine eyes glared at me behind a black mask that hid the rest of its face. Long black hair was tied in a ponytail, which hung limp from wetness.
That was all I could see before the assassin vanished again into the darkness of the rain. I glanced around the empty surroundings, shaking wetness from my face in vain, until finally the attacker appeared again. I blocked her strike with my open hand, knocking her dagger away. I could hear it clatter across the marble road, out of my sight.
The rogue seemed to be able to see it, however, as she took her eyes off of me towards where I heard it fall, and tried to move to it. I blocked her path. She tried to duck past me, but I stepped in her way again and attempted a punch. She blocked and sent one of her own. I ducked away and started to grab at her mask. She was quick; I found myself having to turn around her several times to avoid her attacks.
But I finally found my chance as her fist barely missed my shoulder. I grabbed her arm and flipped backwards, sending her to the ground. She tried to get up, but I was already over her. Pressing my knee into her chest, I reached down and finally slipped off the mask.
My wet bangs hung over my eyes, but I could still make out the assassin’s face in the dark; thin, pale lips, small nose, and now I could see her eyes, coal-like and deep in her face. I caught a glimpse of a tiny tattoo near the corner of her mouth before she suddenly rolled onto her stomach, throwing me onto the muddy ground. The rogue gave me no time to recover; pain shot through my right cheek as she sent a kick across it. The warmth of blood was startling against the stinging cold of the rain.
I saw the assassin retract the reddened blade back into her sandal before she kicked me onto my back. I fought as hard as I could not to panic or pass out as I realized through the shock that she knocked the wind out of me. The rogue began to approach me, her knife in her hand once again.
"What's going on out there?"
A pair of monks, still in their night things, appeared, lanterns in hand. Finally I forced my body to breathe again and turned toward them, blinking at the light and rain assaulting my face.
"Karrah! Karrah! What happened?"
I felt one of the monks wrap one of my arms around his shoulders and pull me to my feet, which stung against the cold grass.
"A rogue." I muttered, drained, "She tried to kill me. I don't know where she went."
A few of the other students fanned out to examine the surrounding area while I was dragged into the guild hall. I didn’t barely noticed the warmth as we entered, alerting me to the fact that my whole body was going numb.
“Give her to me.” I heard Master Dareth’s voice say. His voice was distant. My eyes rolled. I felt nothing, not even Master Dareth’s arms supporting me.
“Hold on, Karrah. You’re all r—t—n--”
I knew nothing more of that night.
