My memories confront me. I look to the goblin infront of me, and I know he knows my face, because he pulls out his daggers. Too bad he's slow, because before he can weakly try to stab me, mine are already straight through his Adam's apple.
I remember meeting her. Bad meeting, probably set the tone for us. I was a small part of the SI:7, a minor member tasked with finding out about the Grey Militia, and what they mean to the Alliance. So, her being what I perceived as the weakest member due to her drunkardness, I knocked her out, and took her to a cave. My plan was to intimidate her, get my information, and leave. Go back home. Become the cold man father always wanted me to be. But she had wonderful eyes. Full of anger, but wonderful. Instead, I decided to earn her trust. I let her free, and talked with her.
His chortles and choking don't last long, as I pull my daggers out. Across his chest is marked the word "Gadzgear", the long standing foes of the Militia. A group that's been quiet since they thought the Grey to be dead. Surprise motherfuckers, we aren't. I might be soon though. That's okay.
I talk to her. A lot. We become friends... friends that start going out dancing every night, and making it a priority to visit the bathing area afterwards. She'd wash my back, I'd wash hers. For us, it wasn't sexual. For Katie... I don't think it was ever sexual. I was okay with that, because I liked her, but wanted to respect her. We did this in secret, because she was embarrassed of her sister and Xavier finding out. Eventually she booted the bottle, and started to speak very clear to me in private. She's a smart woman, and a beautiful writer... two things a lot of people take for granted with her.
I look to the door. It's bolted. I click my tongue and shake my head, taking out the sticks of dynamite I took from storage before I left. It's reckless and will draw attention, but right now I've got a goal in mind. That goal doesn't involve me surviving.
Bad things happen. Unspeakable things. New enemies arise--- the trust Katie and I have in eachother is tested. Things become distant between us, and we start to fight more than dance now. It breaks my heart every time to see those beautiful eyes wild with anger directed at me. More than once a gun is pointed in my direction. More than once, I walk out, and come back. There was a day that didn't happen. There was the sundering.
Boom. The noise resonates through the chamber, blasting the door off it's hinges. It falls to the floor with a dull thud. I see inside there was a group playing poker. A Gnoll, two gobs, and a young human woman. I feel no pity for them, because their in my way. My eyes are full of ice as I peel them through that room.
Six months. Six months of carrying her heavily in my heart. I know she's out there, and I know she needs some time, but I've come to terms that she's never coming back, because of how I am. My failure to protect her as well came in to play, and I hate myself for it. A woman comes into my life after I devote my time to the Grey Militia, and it's new leader, Rensin. Her name is also Kate, or Kat as she likes to be called. I danced with her, and my feelings started to arouse again. She smells very nice.
I walk in the room, and see that for some reason, the room was empty besides those four. Surely someone heard me, they had to be on their way, right? Something's not right here, but right now I don't care. As I walk, the trinket dangling from my neck spills out of my armor, slapping against the stiff water-logged leather I never changed.
Confusion hits me. This woman is someone I'm starting to develop feelings for. Real feelings, like what I had with Killer Kate. Killer Kate isn't coming back, I tell myself, as I spend time with this woman. I respect her space, however, and take things slow. Well, except buying her Corvus, that was pretty compulsive, but after seeing her eyes light up? How could anyone not buy her that cat?
I get jumped on. Goblins. One tears a dagger into my shoulder, and I wince in pain, trying to bear it. I pull around, and throw him off my back, with his dagger still hanging from my shoulder. I take one of my daggers, and throw it at him. It lands in his chest, breaking right through his sternum. He flops to the floor.
She fights with Smyth. The bastard flirts with her and has the balls to use his gun in a duel. She gets shot... says she's okay. Then she passes out in her room, and I'm left with her bleeding out in my arms. I tell myself, if she makes it through, I'll be with her. All I want is for her to live. She does.
Slowly I pull the blade from my arm. My blood runs out, trickling down to the floor as I tear off my now useless pauldron. The pain is almost unbearable, and I can feel my will to fight leaving. However, I try to push through, and trudge on. There's those footsteps I was waiting for. These ones aren't sneaky like me. These three have plated armor. Such is the way of life and death, I suppose.
Kate's sister shows back up in the picture. A heart broken woman, with a new found mistrust of men. She lets me have it after I tell her my feelings, and confusion. She confuses me even further. Am I really a bad man for this? For how I feel? If so, I'm unsure for the first time of what's the right thing to do. I start to write. Do I wait for Kate, or do I go for Kat? I think about how I miss Kate, at that moment it outweighs my feelings for Kat. Hastily, I write down these thoughts, without real consideration.
The first man grunts. A big ass orc, who beats his shield, made of solid steel. I go forward, and leap onto him. He tries to use his shield to block my jump, but it just provided a temporary place for me to stand as I put my daggers down in his exposed arteries near his collar bone. If you wear plate, you -really- should cover your neck, too. The other two circle me, angered their companion is now dead.
I await Kate's return. In the days I take to contemplate this, I think about what that means. I love Kate, yes, but are we right for eachother? What would it take for me to leave for six months? Does she really love me? Somewhere in my head, I recall that I've never heard those words... I've only said them. I missed Kat. I needed to talk to her, as earlier in the week I told her about my confusion. Time to set things straight and quit being fickle and mopey. Kat will make me happy, I know it.
The one with the spear wastes no time stabbing it into my thigh. I go to a knee, bleeding on the floor. The next one comes at me with his swords. Stupid of him, despite my injury I lunge into his lung, driving my dagger into the area where his two plate pieces meet. Shabby goblin smithing---it's right where the kidneys are. Kill shot.
I get invited to go on the caravan. I'm excited. I can't wait to tell Kat how I feel. But she's acting distant. This worries me, I've dealt with this distance with Kate. I pour my heart out. She more or less tells me she doesn't believe me, and then tells me I need to think on things. She's read my diary. Too bad she didn't see how vividly I described her beauty only four pages before my misgivings about Killer Kate.
This opens me up again. I feel that spear pierce into my back, striking against my shoulderblade. I drop my dagger. He must have cut something somewhere, because I never drop my daggers. I won't resign to my fate yet.
We get moving. I'm sitting on those words. We eventually make another rest stop in Astranaar. I approach her, and ask her what this all means. She spells it out for me--- what was there isn't there anymore. We're done with. I can't take this shit anymore. I walk away, Drayke follows. He's a good friend, but it's not enough. I love the Militia, but all it does is get me into relationships where I get hurt. I throw him my tabard. I get a plan. I take out the group that gave my good friend Xavier trouble, and the group that'll eventually give Rensin trouble. I'll die for my guild, and to protect both of the Kate's if they stay with this group. I want to have purpose again.
Too bad for me, it looks like that this is going to end. I grab the spear with my one working arm, as he lunges at me. I'm close to passing out, my blood's stained the floor already. I try to rip it away, but he's a pretty strong human. He slaps me with the flat side of the spear. I buckle. He gets ready to stab me, but he's stopped. A Goblin's voice, thick and gravely. He lights up a cigarette from a package marked "Golbsborro." Gitz Gadzgear. He smirks. "Keep him alive. Look at that shit around his neck! Looks like the Grey Militia's back and trying to start things again. Paha. Unmarked assassin that's marked, that's cute, Xavier. Real cute." I choke out the name "Rensin", to correct the bastard. However, the name on my mind? Kat.
A letter is left for Rensin Redjaw.
Dear Grey Militia,
Guess what, jackasses? I don't give a care if you're back, you're a load of flea bitten failures who can't even hold the jobs your given without having someone there to wipe your stupid butts. You've woken us up again, don't you worry. We'll not only steal your jobs, members, and run your shitty little club into the ground... we'll kill you. Yeah, that's right. Murder the lot of you. We'll take your women, make them ours, and we'll make your mommas cry when they see what's happened to your faces. Brought this all on yourselves. Oh, and by the way? We've heard you've gotten your hands on three hundred smackers. Those are ours if you want this guy back.
-Gitz Gadzgear, Head Mofo of the Gadzgear Group
Enclosed, are pictures of Antione. Beaten to a pulp, with many wounds. The goblins are smiling as they hold his head back for the picture.
I remember meeting her. Bad meeting, probably set the tone for us. I was a small part of the SI:7, a minor member tasked with finding out about the Grey Militia, and what they mean to the Alliance. So, her being what I perceived as the weakest member due to her drunkardness, I knocked her out, and took her to a cave. My plan was to intimidate her, get my information, and leave. Go back home. Become the cold man father always wanted me to be. But she had wonderful eyes. Full of anger, but wonderful. Instead, I decided to earn her trust. I let her free, and talked with her.
His chortles and choking don't last long, as I pull my daggers out. Across his chest is marked the word "Gadzgear", the long standing foes of the Militia. A group that's been quiet since they thought the Grey to be dead. Surprise motherfuckers, we aren't. I might be soon though. That's okay.
I talk to her. A lot. We become friends... friends that start going out dancing every night, and making it a priority to visit the bathing area afterwards. She'd wash my back, I'd wash hers. For us, it wasn't sexual. For Katie... I don't think it was ever sexual. I was okay with that, because I liked her, but wanted to respect her. We did this in secret, because she was embarrassed of her sister and Xavier finding out. Eventually she booted the bottle, and started to speak very clear to me in private. She's a smart woman, and a beautiful writer... two things a lot of people take for granted with her.
I look to the door. It's bolted. I click my tongue and shake my head, taking out the sticks of dynamite I took from storage before I left. It's reckless and will draw attention, but right now I've got a goal in mind. That goal doesn't involve me surviving.
Bad things happen. Unspeakable things. New enemies arise--- the trust Katie and I have in eachother is tested. Things become distant between us, and we start to fight more than dance now. It breaks my heart every time to see those beautiful eyes wild with anger directed at me. More than once a gun is pointed in my direction. More than once, I walk out, and come back. There was a day that didn't happen. There was the sundering.
Boom. The noise resonates through the chamber, blasting the door off it's hinges. It falls to the floor with a dull thud. I see inside there was a group playing poker. A Gnoll, two gobs, and a young human woman. I feel no pity for them, because their in my way. My eyes are full of ice as I peel them through that room.
Six months. Six months of carrying her heavily in my heart. I know she's out there, and I know she needs some time, but I've come to terms that she's never coming back, because of how I am. My failure to protect her as well came in to play, and I hate myself for it. A woman comes into my life after I devote my time to the Grey Militia, and it's new leader, Rensin. Her name is also Kate, or Kat as she likes to be called. I danced with her, and my feelings started to arouse again. She smells very nice.
I walk in the room, and see that for some reason, the room was empty besides those four. Surely someone heard me, they had to be on their way, right? Something's not right here, but right now I don't care. As I walk, the trinket dangling from my neck spills out of my armor, slapping against the stiff water-logged leather I never changed.
Confusion hits me. This woman is someone I'm starting to develop feelings for. Real feelings, like what I had with Killer Kate. Killer Kate isn't coming back, I tell myself, as I spend time with this woman. I respect her space, however, and take things slow. Well, except buying her Corvus, that was pretty compulsive, but after seeing her eyes light up? How could anyone not buy her that cat?
I get jumped on. Goblins. One tears a dagger into my shoulder, and I wince in pain, trying to bear it. I pull around, and throw him off my back, with his dagger still hanging from my shoulder. I take one of my daggers, and throw it at him. It lands in his chest, breaking right through his sternum. He flops to the floor.
She fights with Smyth. The bastard flirts with her and has the balls to use his gun in a duel. She gets shot... says she's okay. Then she passes out in her room, and I'm left with her bleeding out in my arms. I tell myself, if she makes it through, I'll be with her. All I want is for her to live. She does.
Slowly I pull the blade from my arm. My blood runs out, trickling down to the floor as I tear off my now useless pauldron. The pain is almost unbearable, and I can feel my will to fight leaving. However, I try to push through, and trudge on. There's those footsteps I was waiting for. These ones aren't sneaky like me. These three have plated armor. Such is the way of life and death, I suppose.
Kate's sister shows back up in the picture. A heart broken woman, with a new found mistrust of men. She lets me have it after I tell her my feelings, and confusion. She confuses me even further. Am I really a bad man for this? For how I feel? If so, I'm unsure for the first time of what's the right thing to do. I start to write. Do I wait for Kate, or do I go for Kat? I think about how I miss Kate, at that moment it outweighs my feelings for Kat. Hastily, I write down these thoughts, without real consideration.
The first man grunts. A big ass orc, who beats his shield, made of solid steel. I go forward, and leap onto him. He tries to use his shield to block my jump, but it just provided a temporary place for me to stand as I put my daggers down in his exposed arteries near his collar bone. If you wear plate, you -really- should cover your neck, too. The other two circle me, angered their companion is now dead.
I await Kate's return. In the days I take to contemplate this, I think about what that means. I love Kate, yes, but are we right for eachother? What would it take for me to leave for six months? Does she really love me? Somewhere in my head, I recall that I've never heard those words... I've only said them. I missed Kat. I needed to talk to her, as earlier in the week I told her about my confusion. Time to set things straight and quit being fickle and mopey. Kat will make me happy, I know it.
The one with the spear wastes no time stabbing it into my thigh. I go to a knee, bleeding on the floor. The next one comes at me with his swords. Stupid of him, despite my injury I lunge into his lung, driving my dagger into the area where his two plate pieces meet. Shabby goblin smithing---it's right where the kidneys are. Kill shot.
I get invited to go on the caravan. I'm excited. I can't wait to tell Kat how I feel. But she's acting distant. This worries me, I've dealt with this distance with Kate. I pour my heart out. She more or less tells me she doesn't believe me, and then tells me I need to think on things. She's read my diary. Too bad she didn't see how vividly I described her beauty only four pages before my misgivings about Killer Kate.
This opens me up again. I feel that spear pierce into my back, striking against my shoulderblade. I drop my dagger. He must have cut something somewhere, because I never drop my daggers. I won't resign to my fate yet.
We get moving. I'm sitting on those words. We eventually make another rest stop in Astranaar. I approach her, and ask her what this all means. She spells it out for me--- what was there isn't there anymore. We're done with. I can't take this shit anymore. I walk away, Drayke follows. He's a good friend, but it's not enough. I love the Militia, but all it does is get me into relationships where I get hurt. I throw him my tabard. I get a plan. I take out the group that gave my good friend Xavier trouble, and the group that'll eventually give Rensin trouble. I'll die for my guild, and to protect both of the Kate's if they stay with this group. I want to have purpose again.
Too bad for me, it looks like that this is going to end. I grab the spear with my one working arm, as he lunges at me. I'm close to passing out, my blood's stained the floor already. I try to rip it away, but he's a pretty strong human. He slaps me with the flat side of the spear. I buckle. He gets ready to stab me, but he's stopped. A Goblin's voice, thick and gravely. He lights up a cigarette from a package marked "Golbsborro." Gitz Gadzgear. He smirks. "Keep him alive. Look at that shit around his neck! Looks like the Grey Militia's back and trying to start things again. Paha. Unmarked assassin that's marked, that's cute, Xavier. Real cute." I choke out the name "Rensin", to correct the bastard. However, the name on my mind? Kat.
A letter is left for Rensin Redjaw.
Dear Grey Militia,
Guess what, jackasses? I don't give a care if you're back, you're a load of flea bitten failures who can't even hold the jobs your given without having someone there to wipe your stupid butts. You've woken us up again, don't you worry. We'll not only steal your jobs, members, and run your shitty little club into the ground... we'll kill you. Yeah, that's right. Murder the lot of you. We'll take your women, make them ours, and we'll make your mommas cry when they see what's happened to your faces. Brought this all on yourselves. Oh, and by the way? We've heard you've gotten your hands on three hundred smackers. Those are ours if you want this guy back.
-Gitz Gadzgear, Head Mofo of the Gadzgear Group
Enclosed, are pictures of Antione. Beaten to a pulp, with many wounds. The goblins are smiling as they hold his head back for the picture.
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