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the air in McSweeny's tavern was filled with smoke and tension, and the blizzard blowing outside didn't help. Only minutes ago things had been fine, but now two angry men stood in the main hall, only about five feet from each other. one man was tall, about 6 foot. he wore a large black cloak, it's hood was so deep that it total masked his face in darkness.He also carried a large sword in scabbard on left hip, and some kind of large knife in a scabbard on right. The other man was was much shorter, only about 5 foot. He was Marcus Shepperd, the Supreme Field Commander of The Legion of the Burning. The legion, created by the mysterious Supreme Commandant known as Zero, was the force that protected the large island nation of Nizz. The Field Commander was wearing a slightly disheveled military dress uniform, but he was still armed. He and his friend Admiral Thomas Jackson, along with three new soldiers that had that day graduated from the legion's foremost military academy, Hope. The group had been in the tavern to celebrate the graduation. About an hour into their celebration they were all visibly drunk. Marcus had developed a reputation as a mean drunk, for that reason most people steered clear of their table. The cloak clad man was not one of these people, he had got there not too long after the commander. the man had stood and was on his way to pay the bartender, but as he started toward the bar he tripped over Marcus' foot, the man fell with a thunderous crash. Marcus, in his inebriated state, found this incredibly funny and burst into a hearty laughter. The downed man on the apparently did not, as he got up and punched Marcus squarely in the face, and then backed up, indicating he demanded a fight. At the sight of this the whole tavern fell dead quite, some people even rushed out the door to avoid possibly getting caught in the fight. Marcus stood to met the challenge, his face was distorted from pain and anger. The look in his eyes said that he was ready to use his sword, but after having a bit of fun. A few moments of silence went by and people started to form a horseshoe shaped crowd around the two men, far enough to stay clear, but close enough to see and hear everything. Marcus finally broke the silence, he looked at the mysterious man before him and said angerly "He you a** it's my fault you can't see where you're goin', maybe you'd be able to see better if you removed that ridiculous hood!". Marcus stood there silently waiting for some kind of response, but he got non. This made Marcus madder so he continued in the same angry tone as before, "hey, i order you to remove your hood!", this time the only response the cloaked gentleman gave was a few slow shakes of his head. Marcus now apparently had, had enough of the man's reluctance to speak or comply, and drew his sword and ordered again, "I ordered you to remove your hood! now you remove it, or i can remove your head!". The man stood there for a few seconds, and then began to laugh manically. This was the last straw for Marcus, he raised is sword and gave a small charge, bringing his sword to cleave the laughing man's head. Suddenly, to everyone's surprise the commander suddenly went limp and crumpled to the hard wood floor of the tavern like a bag of hammers, make a sound loud enough to mach. everyone's eye were on Marcus for the better part of a minute, only looking away when they saw a puddle of crimson slowly leak from under his body. When all eyes were back on the black clad man he was leaning against the bar drinking from a mug of ale, when he fished it he slammed the mug on the bar. The three new soldier, who were not armed at all, jump out of their seats and fell over each other all the way out of the tavern. at the sight of this the man busted into a loud, hearty laugh.
 randomizor301 · Mon Jun 21, 2010 @ 12:24pm · 0 Comments |
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