The moon smiled upon the cold desert of Farah'deen. A large Ashanti Songaskia Noble estate stood still in the night, not a single candle lit. The only light that could be seen as those that were in the Yard. Rubah Songaskia roamed the gardens, torches lit, keeping their eyes peeled for even the faintest of movements in the darkness. Lurking in the bushes and hedges would be a rather large Figure. With him he held a rather large Maylar in his right hand, in the other he held his battered Allakum Shield. Picking off his targets one by one, the figure shifted right to the front door of the estate. Two large Rubah stood at each side of the doorway, Each armed with a spear and buckler. The two would share conversation but then each of them could hear the sound of heavy boots on the stone. In the darkness the two men could make out a large figure, stomping right towards them. They'd lower their spears to point towards the figure, setting it off. The swift shadow darted forward, the two men thrusting their spears but would be much too slow. The figure's shield would bash against the neck spear on his left causing the Rubah to stumble slightly, The other spears neck was met by the blade of the Maylar, The blade lodging into the wood. The figure dragged the spearhead down for him to stomp down on, snapping the spear in two from the neck. The Rubah, each stunned by the figures sudden movements had little room to react as each of their bodies took a fatal slash from the Maylar. The Rubah each crumbled to the floor with a crash, their body's now lifeless. The figure would then send a boot for the body of the door, destroying the hinges causing it to fling on open with a slam, echoing through the estate.
The whole house was now Alerted. The figure dashed for the closest room, finding a startled Hassal Songaskia in the lounge room. The figure darted for the man, driving his maylar swiftly through his chest, grappling him around to free his blade from the man's now lifeless corpse. In the doorway stood a young Ashanti looking around his mid almost late teens, gazing upon the figure in shock. Held in the boys right hand would be his own Maylar. The boy charged for a reckless swing but alas it was met with the shield. A fatal wound left upon the throat of the terrified boy. The figure continued his reckless spree of destruction upon the bottom floor. As his place pieced the flesh of his final enemy he shifted over to his next destination, the staircase.
The figure climbed up the staircase, His blade and dark clothing stained in blood. The figure continued his way along the hallways, staining the walls and carpet with the blood of Guards, Residents, and servants. The figure's destination was clear, leading a trail of corpses the figure stopped in the center of the hall, turning to the door on his left. The sound of footsteps could be heard down the end of the hallway, a troop at the least. The Qadir kicked the door down and stormed on in. The Room housed a single figure, only visible due to the candle on the desk. The two knew exactly who the other was. The Songaskia spoke "Ah. Hunsi Na-" The man was caught off guard, The figure had darted forwarded, dragging the blade of his Maylar along the Songaskia's throat before he had the chance to finish the name. Dropping down to his knees the Songaskia violently grabbed at nothing as he choked on his own blood, Collapsing to his side. He'd then lay lifeless in a forming pool of his own blood. The room would then flood with a total of 8 speared soldiers, surrounding the now revealed to be Qadir. The Qadir seeing no way out, he'd lash out swinging his blade and punching with his shield, managing to slay two of the men before having a spear drive through his lower hip. The Qadir let out a deep gasp of pain as the spear penetrated his body. A kick was sent on his back as the guard tore the spear from his body. Blood dribbling out from the Qadir's large wound. With a final breath, the spearmen took a final step forward, finishing the fallen Qadir.
The men would remove the spears from the lifeless corpse. Letting the damage set in. Not a single Hassal nor Ashanti Songaskia stood to breathe in the building. No children, no women, no men. The debt was paid, and the soul of the Qadir could rest in peace.
The whole house was now Alerted. The figure dashed for the closest room, finding a startled Hassal Songaskia in the lounge room. The figure darted for the man, driving his maylar swiftly through his chest, grappling him around to free his blade from the man's now lifeless corpse. In the doorway stood a young Ashanti looking around his mid almost late teens, gazing upon the figure in shock. Held in the boys right hand would be his own Maylar. The boy charged for a reckless swing but alas it was met with the shield. A fatal wound left upon the throat of the terrified boy. The figure continued his reckless spree of destruction upon the bottom floor. As his place pieced the flesh of his final enemy he shifted over to his next destination, the staircase.
The figure climbed up the staircase, His blade and dark clothing stained in blood. The figure continued his way along the hallways, staining the walls and carpet with the blood of Guards, Residents, and servants. The figure's destination was clear, leading a trail of corpses the figure stopped in the center of the hall, turning to the door on his left. The sound of footsteps could be heard down the end of the hallway, a troop at the least. The Qadir kicked the door down and stormed on in. The Room housed a single figure, only visible due to the candle on the desk. The two knew exactly who the other was. The Songaskia spoke "Ah. Hunsi Na-" The man was caught off guard, The figure had darted forwarded, dragging the blade of his Maylar along the Songaskia's throat before he had the chance to finish the name. Dropping down to his knees the Songaskia violently grabbed at nothing as he choked on his own blood, Collapsing to his side. He'd then lay lifeless in a forming pool of his own blood. The room would then flood with a total of 8 speared soldiers, surrounding the now revealed to be Qadir. The Qadir seeing no way out, he'd lash out swinging his blade and punching with his shield, managing to slay two of the men before having a spear drive through his lower hip. The Qadir let out a deep gasp of pain as the spear penetrated his body. A kick was sent on his back as the guard tore the spear from his body. Blood dribbling out from the Qadir's large wound. With a final breath, the spearmen took a final step forward, finishing the fallen Qadir.
The men would remove the spears from the lifeless corpse. Letting the damage set in. Not a single Hassal nor Ashanti Songaskia stood to breathe in the building. No children, no women, no men. The debt was paid, and the soul of the Qadir could rest in peace.
OOC:
Well. The ending isn't canon, instead there never was no reinforcements and the Qadir retreated home. But that's a really boring ending. I do hope you enjoyed! I'm probably going to start expanding lore story's of my other characters for a good meme. Hope you enjoyed and please leave criticism.
Well. The ending isn't canon, instead there never was no reinforcements and the Qadir retreated home. But that's a really boring ending. I do hope you enjoyed! I'm probably going to start expanding lore story's of my other characters for a good meme. Hope you enjoyed and please leave criticism.
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