Post by bhagavat on Mar 18, 2010 17:57:39 GMT -5
ODD JOBS- PART 1
The rain was coming down hard now. Spring had just arrived in Cormyr and the storms had been pretty constant. Pather pulled his hood back over his head and trudged on the streets of Suzial, hefting a rather large crate with his right arm. He glanced to his right and saw the huge Temple of Tymora. Pather didn't pay Lady Luck much heed, blaming her for a train of unfortunate events that had plagued his life. In a city of such wealth, it was hard to feel fortunate for a job lugging special orders from the docs around the city. The glow from the Temple lights illuminated the street ahead much more clearly and Pather peered ahead into the gloom night.
Rounding a bend in the street he quickened his pace, knowing he has close to his destination, The Laughing Lass Tavern. He would go there when I could afford a night of drinking and merriment. The gambling and bards, as well as a rather fun clientele made it a favorite of his. He tried to avoid the establishment closer to the room he rented in the docs district.
He was utterly surprised to find the fellow standing in from of him with the big smile. The short fellow stood in the rain, hair soaked flat on his head. He wore dark leathers and rested a hand on a dagger at his hip. He laughed rather loudly a moment looking at Pather and his crate.
"Looks like ya be need'n some help chap. Heavy crate in all this rain... and alone? I suppose this part of Suzial is safe, but ya never know." The darkly clad man smiled and slowly took the dagger from his hip, brandishing it in front of him. Pather heard muffled sounds of movement coming from other directions around him.
Mugged by a band of ruffians, thought Pather. The fear built within him some as he tried to discern how many of them were surrounding him and weather to meant to rob him... or kill him and rob him. Figuring the second more likely since this man was making no effort to his identity, Pather tensed, ready to spring into some sort of action. He wasn't a trained fighter really, but he was strong and rather athletic, as well as smart... certainly an edge when dealing with fools like this.
Without a word he threw the large 50 lb. crate at the little smiling thief, thinking to knock him out of the fight a moment while he got he bearings. Surging forward toward the little guy behind the crate and looking behind him.
The small thief showed some amazing agility and strength, moving slightly out of the way while grabbing for the crate and actually catching it as it moved pass. Pather continued past, knocking the crate inadvertently and spinning the thief off his balance. Looking behind him he saw two others moving toward him. One half-orc swinging a club and a rather crazed looking halfling dashing toward him quickly holding a short sword.
A smart man knows when to find better footing... and Pather was in a great disadvantage. Choosing to run on, he dashed away down the street, leaving the crate headed for the Lass behind in the thieves hands. He pumped his legs as hard as he dared, chancing a glance back after a hundred feet or so. The little thief was far back, watching over his crate, but the mixed blood orc and crazed Hin continued after him.
Passing a stair leading up to a home, Pather dashed up the climbing corridor, figuring at least he could fight them one at a time there. Rushing up the stairs to the first platform, he turned and readied himself for the Hin. A potted plant sat on the platform and Pather quickly grabbed it up and hurled it at the rushing Hin's feet.
The Hin tripped hard, smashing his face into the stone stairs, loosing his sword to land at Pather's feet. It took only a moment for the blade to be readied in front of him. The Hin climbed to his feet, scowling a few steps out of reach, while the half-orc made his way up, laughing at the little fellow.
Shoving the Hin aside, the half-orc swung his large club in a powerful overheard chop, meant to end this foolishness. Not really trained in using any sorts of weapons, Pather backed out of reach of the swing and tried to stab inside after it passed. The orc's big head cost him, and the blade sunk into its side and slashed part of his arm coming out. Stepping back on guard with his club, he howled in anger. The little Hin started laughing at the half-orc. With a scowl, the half-orc pushed the Hin back down the stairs.... the Hin tumbled down smacking into the first thief who had moved the crate to the bottom of the stairway.
Pather frowned, readying himself, blade out front and worried. The large half-orc took a step forward.. then stopped, eyes going wide. Magical bolts of energy swarmed around and past Pather, slamming into the half-orc with such force, he flew up and down the corridor, not hitting a stair until then end where he lay motionless on top of a crushed crate, injured Hin. Potatoes covered the landing at the bottom of the stairs around the thieves.
Pather stood astonished, gazing down at the thiefs as a rather aged man walked up next to him to look down.
"Hmm.... thieves... pity... I thought this neighborhood much classier."
The rain was coming down hard now. Spring had just arrived in Cormyr and the storms had been pretty constant. Pather pulled his hood back over his head and trudged on the streets of Suzial, hefting a rather large crate with his right arm. He glanced to his right and saw the huge Temple of Tymora. Pather didn't pay Lady Luck much heed, blaming her for a train of unfortunate events that had plagued his life. In a city of such wealth, it was hard to feel fortunate for a job lugging special orders from the docs around the city. The glow from the Temple lights illuminated the street ahead much more clearly and Pather peered ahead into the gloom night.
Rounding a bend in the street he quickened his pace, knowing he has close to his destination, The Laughing Lass Tavern. He would go there when I could afford a night of drinking and merriment. The gambling and bards, as well as a rather fun clientele made it a favorite of his. He tried to avoid the establishment closer to the room he rented in the docs district.
He was utterly surprised to find the fellow standing in from of him with the big smile. The short fellow stood in the rain, hair soaked flat on his head. He wore dark leathers and rested a hand on a dagger at his hip. He laughed rather loudly a moment looking at Pather and his crate.
"Looks like ya be need'n some help chap. Heavy crate in all this rain... and alone? I suppose this part of Suzial is safe, but ya never know." The darkly clad man smiled and slowly took the dagger from his hip, brandishing it in front of him. Pather heard muffled sounds of movement coming from other directions around him.
Mugged by a band of ruffians, thought Pather. The fear built within him some as he tried to discern how many of them were surrounding him and weather to meant to rob him... or kill him and rob him. Figuring the second more likely since this man was making no effort to his identity, Pather tensed, ready to spring into some sort of action. He wasn't a trained fighter really, but he was strong and rather athletic, as well as smart... certainly an edge when dealing with fools like this.
Without a word he threw the large 50 lb. crate at the little smiling thief, thinking to knock him out of the fight a moment while he got he bearings. Surging forward toward the little guy behind the crate and looking behind him.
The small thief showed some amazing agility and strength, moving slightly out of the way while grabbing for the crate and actually catching it as it moved pass. Pather continued past, knocking the crate inadvertently and spinning the thief off his balance. Looking behind him he saw two others moving toward him. One half-orc swinging a club and a rather crazed looking halfling dashing toward him quickly holding a short sword.
A smart man knows when to find better footing... and Pather was in a great disadvantage. Choosing to run on, he dashed away down the street, leaving the crate headed for the Lass behind in the thieves hands. He pumped his legs as hard as he dared, chancing a glance back after a hundred feet or so. The little thief was far back, watching over his crate, but the mixed blood orc and crazed Hin continued after him.
Passing a stair leading up to a home, Pather dashed up the climbing corridor, figuring at least he could fight them one at a time there. Rushing up the stairs to the first platform, he turned and readied himself for the Hin. A potted plant sat on the platform and Pather quickly grabbed it up and hurled it at the rushing Hin's feet.
The Hin tripped hard, smashing his face into the stone stairs, loosing his sword to land at Pather's feet. It took only a moment for the blade to be readied in front of him. The Hin climbed to his feet, scowling a few steps out of reach, while the half-orc made his way up, laughing at the little fellow.
Shoving the Hin aside, the half-orc swung his large club in a powerful overheard chop, meant to end this foolishness. Not really trained in using any sorts of weapons, Pather backed out of reach of the swing and tried to stab inside after it passed. The orc's big head cost him, and the blade sunk into its side and slashed part of his arm coming out. Stepping back on guard with his club, he howled in anger. The little Hin started laughing at the half-orc. With a scowl, the half-orc pushed the Hin back down the stairs.... the Hin tumbled down smacking into the first thief who had moved the crate to the bottom of the stairway.
Pather frowned, readying himself, blade out front and worried. The large half-orc took a step forward.. then stopped, eyes going wide. Magical bolts of energy swarmed around and past Pather, slamming into the half-orc with such force, he flew up and down the corridor, not hitting a stair until then end where he lay motionless on top of a crushed crate, injured Hin. Potatoes covered the landing at the bottom of the stairs around the thieves.
Pather stood astonished, gazing down at the thiefs as a rather aged man walked up next to him to look down.
"Hmm.... thieves... pity... I thought this neighborhood much classier."
