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Kayle Alden
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Kayle's History
« Thread started on: May 25th, 2005, 3:54pm » |
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The Inanition
Kayle pulled on her other boot while she sat on the side of the cot in their tent, just a ten-minute walk from the Sand Dragons cave to the East. It was her day that day, the time where she would receive her Water Stone and become a true member of her band.
She had brought her brother along with her, since she was allowed one other to help her to defeat the dragon. Her brother was 22; it was six years before when he had wandered out into the sands to complete the inanition into the tribe, and now, he took his sister out to perform the same task.
“I want you to have this.” Her brother said as he opened the flap of the tent while the hot dry winds blew a gust of sand onto the cot. Her undid his Stone from around his neck and handed it to Kayle.
Kayle looked up. “But, I can’t take this from you-“
Her brother smiled, taking her hand and placing the stone and leather tie into a pile on her palm and then closed her fingers around it with a smile.
“I want you to have it, sister; as a bonding.” He sat down beside her on the cot.
Kayle opened her hand and looked at the stone; a perfectly transparent light blue stone, wrapped in silver and strung on a beige leather tie. It was the symbol of her tribe. With a smile, she tied the stone around her neck, pulling her hair back out.
“Looks good on you,” her brother said as he picked up his falchion from the side of the cot.
Kayle blushed.
“Taking your glaive with you I suppose.” Her brother spoke as he stood, spinning his blade once.
“Of course,” Kayle responded with as she finished tying her boot, then stood, pulling on her belt and strapping it tight with her Kukri and whip. She reached over to her glaive which leaned against the tent’s side.
“Shall we dance?” She asked her brother and he smiled, opening the tent to the dunes. Kayle walked past him with a little giggle, she was so excited, it was her first real battle.
Kayle and her brother trudged on through the sands towards the cave, where the occasional screech from the dragon within echoed out into the dunes.
“Well, this is it, Kayle, you ready?” Her brother asked, placing his hand on her shoulder.
Kayle nodded as she adjusted her grip on the glaive. “I am,”
“Good, it’s your first move.”
Kayle nodded as she stepped around the entrance of the cave and looked in on the strikingly large Sand Dragon which fed on the corpse of an eagle. From her belt she stealthily pulled out her Kukri and readied it in her hand, then in a swift movement, the blade flew from her fingers and imbedded it’s self into he Sand Dragons neck.
The dragon screeched, though having no wings, it made up for an elaborate display as it’s spines along its neck raised up, scraping stones from off the caves ceiling.
Kayle dashed out into the dunes, where her brother was waiting with his falchion drawn and ready in his hands.
“Where’d you hit’m?” He asked, reading himself as the dragon started to make its way from the cave.
“Side of the neck, just missed the artery.”
“Good enough, it should slow him down a bit, go!” Her brother charged as the dragon drew nearer, slicing the underside of its flesh.
Kayle was quick into action, her whip drawn she lashed it around the top horn of the beast and ran as fast as she could past the dragon, scaling the side of the rock cave behind him and tying the other end of other whip to a large outcrop of rock. In the next instant she rode down the whip with her glaive held in both hands as she landed square on the dragons head, aiming to stab the glaive through its eye.
“Kayle watch out” Her brother yelled. Kayle hadn’t noticed the beast’s jagged tail as it ripped through the sands and up towards her, knocking her off and smashing her up against the side of the caves side.
Her brother charged, his falchion ripping up through the dragon’s tail, and severing the end off, allowing Kayle to slip down onto the sands in a crouch. Her brother nodded to her and she leaped back into the fight, swinging her glaive like a sword as she ripped it into the dragon’s leg, then into another swing which ripped up into the dragon’s jaw its towering head smashed down, fangs bared and ready to devour her. The dragon screeched again as it stumbled a few feet back.
“On the count of three we charge.” Her brother said. “Take his left and I’ll take his right, aim for the neck.”
Kayle nodded.
“…three!”
They both took off, sending a wave of dust up behind them in the charge, both their weapons ready to make the strike, but they weren’t prepared for what happened next. From behind another Sand Dragon emerged from the cave, and turned, whipping its tail out behind both Kayle and her brother. The tail came at such force that it knocked Kayle into her brother and both of them back into the sand.
The dragon screeched out in victory as it kept the two pinned beneath its massive limb. The other dragon licked its leg, and then turned in a snake-like fashion to look towards the two pinned siblings.
Kayle struggled as hard as she could to pull herself out from under the dragon’s tail, her arm and fingers reaching out trying to grab onto the handle of her glaive which had fallen just a few inches short of her grasp.
Her brother had been knocked unconscious; his head had hit a rock protruding from the sands.
Her hand wrapped around the glaive’s wooden handle and she swung it in a wide fashion, cutting it thought he approaching dragons face once it had come close enough for her to strike. She then stabbed her blades edge into the tail that pressed down over her and her brother’s chest.
Both the dragons screeched stepping back, giving Kayle and her brother a moment to breath before the dragon that had pinned them charged again, its head low and its fanged mouth open.
Kayle jumped to her feet, taking the falchion from her brother, holding the weapons in each hand. She jumped up, pressing her feet off the dragon’s upper jaw, using the motion of it opening its mouth to propel her up into a flip, lading her a few feet away; she pulled out a smaller dagger from her belt and threw it through the charging dragon’s eye. The dragon stopped and reared, its cry of pain almost deafening as the other dragon behind it charged past, but its interest was not Kayle.
“Brother!” She screamed out charging past the first dragon and to the one that made its way to attack her brother. She ripped the falchion up, just missing the dragon’s throat, then repeated the attack with her glaive, cutting along the dragon’s neck this time, but the dragon didn’t seem to be bothered by the wound as the poisonous spiked tip of its tail cut through her arm, then drove into her brothers chest.
She heard his last gaps for breath as the spine dug through his lungs, then there was silence and she fell back a few steps into the sand. Her face was a mix of rage and pain as she forced herself to her feet, ignoring the burning pain from the poison in her arm. She sheathed her brother’s falchion into her belt as she directed all her strength into her glaive.
“Graaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!” Her voice cut through the quiet of the desert air as she changed against the dragon while it pulled its tail from her brother’s chest. The dragon reared back, preparing to attack her with its long outstretched claws, but was not quick enough to escape her sudden burst of rage as her glaive ripped up through the underside of the dragons jaw and into its skull. The dragon screamed and backed up off the blade, then wavered before it fell onto the ground, staining the sands red with its blood.
She turned, her blood still boiling with rage as the other dragon blinked the blood out of its damaged eye, then target her with its tail once more, and in another precise attack, swung to take Kayle off her feet. But Kayle was prepared this time, her glaive swinging down to meet the dragon’s tail, cutting through the hard scales. In another move the dragon swung its long neck against Kayle before she could ready another attack, pushing her back up against the caves wall, and then released her.
She fell in a heap against the hot stones, but as she rose to her feet, holding her arm, the ground gave way, sending her into a small cavern a few feet out of the dragons reach.
The dragon’s snarling mouth tried to break through the stones, constantly bombarding the small hole with hard bashes. Small stones fell over Kayle as she looked up, she couldn’t move, her body seemed to be frozen where it was. The poison was starting to take affect. Slowly her eyes shut, and everything went black.
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Re: Kayle's History
« Reply #1 on: May 25th, 2005, 3:57pm » |
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A meeting of the Drow
She didn’t know when it was that she awoke, but night had fallen. She could hear nothing of the dragon; then again, she wasn’t in the cavern that she passed out in. A small fire burned in the corner of the cave and two dark figures sat around it speaking in a familiar tongue; the twisted Elven language of the Drow.
She tried to move, and was surprised when she was able to sit up, she ran her hand over her arm to find that it was bandaged and wrapped.
“Sit yourself, Child of the Water Stone.” One of the Drow said as Kayle tried to stand. Kayle slowly sat back onto the ground looking at them. “I am sorry for the brother. He did not make it.”
Kayle looked down to the ground, she remembered now what had happened, her brother… the dragon killed her brother.
“We destroyed the other Sand Walker for you, he was a strong one; took out three of our own. Unfortunate that you find one such as that Walker for an initiation, is it not?” The Drow had gotten to his feet and was walking over to her.
Kayle nodded in response to his question. “There, were two.”
The Drow stopped then nodded and continued towards Kayle. “Then that explains the carcass that the Sand Walker was feeding on. You manage that one on your own, child?”
Kayle was still in slight shock at being in a cave and tended to by Drow, but she was not that surprised. Her mother had always told her how the Water Stone tribe was on good terms with most of the wandering Drow throughout the Badlands.
Kayle didn’t respond, but looked at her left hand which was also wrapped. She frowned, not remembering what had managed to wound her hand.
“It’s no wound.” The Drow in the corner of the cave still beside the fire said.
Kayle looked up. “Then-“before she could go on the other Drow had already crouched down and had her hand in his own. Kayle looked up.
She had never seen a Drow up close before; only now and then when they would venture into her camp did she see them. And she was never allowed to go near one. He was surprisingly beautiful, she thought; smooth black obsidian skin, not a flaw to be seen in the rolling muscles, and hair that had once been white, but now had a sunned hint of god in it. His eyes were- well, his eyes were a pale intricate lilac; just stunning she thought.
The Drow sitting by the fire chuckled quietly to himself, “You have an attraction to the Drow do you, child?”
Kayle blinked and looked away. ‘He’s a physic. She thought quietly.’
“Yes child, I am.” The Drow responded to her thoughts and Kayle flinched.
***To be Continued soon...
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