Xavori
The Rude Fighter
I had grown tired of maintaining my reputation
within the strictures of the tyrant British’s virtues, and
so I had become known as a dark lord. I had hoped that in doing
so, the so-called "nobles" of Sosaria would feel free
to attack me and provide me with sport. However, when faced with
a true villain rather than the normal young adventurer who had
simply made a minor misstep marking them as dishonorable or
dastardly, these "nobles" would turn and flee. All in
all, it did much to reinforce my total lack of faith in
British’s foppish lords and ladies.
I started travelling far from my home near
Vesper looking for a true hero to cut to pieces. I traveled close
west through the mountain pass near Britain and then south
through the forest, arriving at the hedge maze that some bored
mage had once created. There I ran into a pair of fighters, only
one whose name I remember, Nigel.
"Are you THE Xavori?" asked Nigel in
awe.
"Excuse me, milord. I fear I do not know
what thou doth mean," I replied.
"Are you the infamous rogue who goes by
the name of Xavori and is known for his warfork?" he asked
again.
I sighed and silently wished I had not been
wielding my weapon. I also started to fear that perhaps I was
becoming a little too well known. I made a mental note to start
promoting some of the murderers who plague Sosaria in the hopes
their names would eclipse my own.
"Nay, milord, I fear thou doth confuse me
with another. I am just learning to use this weapon." I
replied.
"Oh, sorry then."
"’Tis not a problem, milord. Perhaps
if thou were to donate all of thy gold to me, it would pay for
the training I seek…" I answered with a smile. Then in
a much more menacing tone, "Unless of course thou wishes me
to simply take it from thy corpse."
"It is you. Unfortunately, I have no gold
to give," he answered, strangely happy for one about to die.
I looked around and remembered his friend
standing nearby.
"Then have thy friend hand over his
halberd to pay for thy life."
His friend finally spoke. "Blow me,"
he said.
Again I sighed deeply and walked directly in
front of him.
"Excuse me, milord?" I said.
"Be careful," warned Nigel. "I
hear he’s a real badass."
His friend continued, "Ya, it’s been
a while since I’ve gotten a good blow job."
I took a deep breath and shoved my war fork
into his gut. A few quick thrusts later, he took off running,
having realized he was going to be a pincushion long before his
halberd even scratched me. I quickly passed him and cut off his
retreat.
"Where is thy charming wit now,
sirrah?" I sneered.
He took another swing that finally connected,
but rebounded off my reactive armor spell.
"Oh, come now, knave, thou can do better
than that" I taunted, truly enjoying baiting this
ill-mannered fool.
He took of running again, but I followed close
behind, prodding him with my war fork. Suddenly, he stopped, and
it quickly became apparent why. Directly in front of him was a
screeching harpy. He debated which enemy was worse, but I made
his decision for him with a final thrust that dropped him. I then
pranced over to the harpy and quickly dispatched it as well. Then
I grabbed everything from both bodies and started back towards
Nigel. Within moments, I found him.
"Alas, your friend was killed by a
harpy," I told him. "I tried to save him, but the harpy
was too quick."
"That’s okay," he answered,
eyeing me suspiciously and glancing at the dead harpy. He then
dug through his pack and handed me his gold.
I chuckled to myself since he’d obviously
forgotten that he told me he was broke.
"Thy generosity is overwhelming, milord. I
shall remember thee kindly." And of course, I won’t
kill, thee, I thought to myself.
I then bowed graciously and started back
towards Trinsic, hoping to find more toys to play with.
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