Post by Stranon on Oct 22, 2006 22:51:24 GMT -5
“Goddammit Kyri! Get my sword and hold onto it! Don‘t lose that or I‘ll kill you!” Kyri was completely terrified. She had never seen the ocean until a few days ago, and now they were in the middle of an incredibly violent storm. She faintly heard Stranon’s shouting, and quickly rushed to retrieve his prized sword from out of the cabin, but was stopped short as a particular large wave crashed against the side of the boat, sending her slamming into the side railing. After barely managing to stay aboard, she crawled into the cabin on her hands and knees, and grabbed the sword. At least now she was out of the terrible rain.
Stranon rushed over to the other side of the small barge in an attempt to balance it and keep it from capsizing. The heavy rain coupled with the strong winds beat fiercely against his bare chest. The enormous waves continued to threaten overturn the boat, and Stranon knew the inevitable was coming soon. The barge simply wasn’t large enough to stay upright under such horrific condition. Through squinted, water-blurred eyes, Stranon spotted a terrifyingly large wave approaching them. He turned quickly to grab Kyri, but she was in the cabin, about the worst place to be. When that wave hit them, the cabin would implode on her, likely resulting in her death. “KYRI! GET OUT OF --” The monstrous wave crashed down upon the boat, all but destroying it. Stranon’s body suffered a similar fate as the wave pounded him into the deck.
After a brief moment of complete blackness, Stranon came to. His whole body screamed in agony, and it was obvious to him that several of his ribs were either broken or fractured in the best case scenario, and his left forearm was bent at an awkward angle, probably from raising it to protect his face before slamming into the deck. Stranon tried to take a breath, but got nothing but salt water. It was then his mind finally cleared enough to realize he was drowning. He began swimming desperately to the surface, but was thrusted back down repeatedly as wave after wave came crashing down. His lungs burned for a breath of air. Stranon, however, wasn’t about to let some worthless ocean take him. He struggled even harder, and eventually surfaced and grabbed a quick breath. Another wave soon pushed him back under, but now he was confident he could survive, being that he wouldn’t make the mistake of inhaling the water again.
A sudden thought struck him like lightning. Kyri! Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit! Shit! Stranon swam downwards at breakneck speed, frantically looking for anything in the shape of a body. His vision in the dark water was limited to only a few feet though, and after a few minutes, his search began to seem hopeless. After getting another breath, Stranon went down again, praying that he would somehow find her. Just as he was about to give up, though, he ran into his friend’s unconscious, perhaps dead, body while swimming around in a frenzy. He wrapped an arm around her torso and shot back upwards. Another struggle to make it to the surface ensued, but Stranon prevailed, and was now faced with the issue of enduring the ferocious storm and getting to shore, all the while keeping Kyri above water. He looked around, and took hold of a large piece of wood that was part of the remnants of the barge. He lofted Kyri’s body up onto the board but kept her facing down to keep the waves from crashing on her face. Only then did he noticed that his fears about the cabin imploding on her had been correct. Shards of wood had punctured her body in various places, and the waves were only working to push them in farther, so Stranon quickly pulled them out. As he worked away, all the while trying mightily to keep them afloat, he came upon a frighteningly large piece of wood lodged deeply into Kyri’s side. This wound alone may end up being her killer. He gritted his teeth and yanked the wood free, glad that she was currently unconscious and couldn’t feel the pain. Blood began to gush from the wound, as Stranon faced yet another problem. The powerful waves had already beaten away most of their clothes, so he had nothing to wrap the wound with. For lack of a better thing to do, he pressed his hand firmly over it, hoping it would be enough.
After what seemed an incomprehensibly long period of time out in the harsh weather, it started to clear up. A beach soon came into view, and Stranon used every last ounce of his energy to get them to shore. Once they landed, he sluggishly dragged himself and Kyri farther up to get them away from the water. After they went what he considered to be a good enough distance, he looked down at his friend. If she was still alive it would be a miracle. Her lungs must have been filled with water for longer than Stranon thought possible for a living person. He looked at her bare feet and broke into laughter. His sheathe, sword inside, was wrapped tightly around her ankle. After regaining his composure, Stranon thought about what to do. He didn’t want to kneel down and check her pulse to confirm if she was alive or not; he greatly feared the outcome. He did, though, and to his amazement, her heart was still beating. Stranon began thinking frantically of what do do next. He had no idea how to properly do the maneuver to get water out of lungs, but he decided to try nonetheless. He placed his right hand on her chest and pushed a few times, then did the mouth-to-mouth portion. After repeating the process a few times and getting to positive results, a man quietly approached Stranon.
“Hello, sir, it seems if you are in quite a dilemma. I know how to save her life, allow me to take over.”
Stranon just stared at the man, then nodded. The man did as he said he would, and began to do the same Stranon had, but with better results.
Kyri soon began to cough up water. As thrilled as Stranon was with Kyri being alive and seemingly well, now, he wasn’t particularly fond of the way the man seemed to be enjoying himself while performing the procedure. Kyri was by no means an unattractive elf, after all. However, after what seemed like gallons of water coming up from Kyri’s lungs, the man stopped and used a strange material to wrap the wound in her side. It had stopped bleeding earlier, but was in danger of opening again at even the slightest touch, so Stranon was glad for the aid.
“Well, sir, I believe I have saved your friend. Now, shall we discuss payment?” the man said with a sly smile. Stranon looked angrily at the man who was eyeing his sword, Oblivion. Payment…Bastard. What kind of a worthless scum would expect payment after that? Not even Stranon was that bad. Stranon remembered the look in the man’s eyes when he was working on Kyri, and now the look he gave his sword. There was one obvious solution.
Stranon sliced the man’s head off.
As his headless body fell to the beach and saturated the sand with blood, other men appeared from the surrounding rocks. They all wielded swords. Stranon immediately recognized them as bandits. With a newfound strength, partially from adrenaline and partially from relief that Kyri was alive, Stranon drew his sword and prepared to face the advancing bandits. He took a quick count and checked twelve of them. To start, two of them came forward as the other ten stayed back. Some moved to attempt to get to Kyri’s unconscious body, but Stranon cut them off. They backed away again as the other two continued to approach. One lunged at Stranon with a fierce shout, but his blow was deflected and he was impaled. The other swung at Stranon, but he swung the impaled body around and used it to absorb the blow. Unfortunately for the bandit, his obviously dull blade stuck in a bone, and before he could pull it free, he was without a head.
The ten remaining bandits charged Stranon with angry battle-cries. They all suffered a similar fate to their comrades, but Stranon had taken a toll, too. Due to his extreme fatigue, the use of only one arm, and multiple broken ribs, he suffered a number of cuts during the skirmish, the worst of them being a slash to his heel, cutting his Achilles Tendon. He had managed to kill the last bandit before crumbling to the ground, where he was now. Too exhausted to continue, Stranon dragged himself to a rock next to Kyri and sat up on it. If any more bandits came, perhaps they would be too intimidated by the body-littered beach to fight. Hopefully, because Stranon simply didn’t have it in him right now.
Stranon rushed over to the other side of the small barge in an attempt to balance it and keep it from capsizing. The heavy rain coupled with the strong winds beat fiercely against his bare chest. The enormous waves continued to threaten overturn the boat, and Stranon knew the inevitable was coming soon. The barge simply wasn’t large enough to stay upright under such horrific condition. Through squinted, water-blurred eyes, Stranon spotted a terrifyingly large wave approaching them. He turned quickly to grab Kyri, but she was in the cabin, about the worst place to be. When that wave hit them, the cabin would implode on her, likely resulting in her death. “KYRI! GET OUT OF --” The monstrous wave crashed down upon the boat, all but destroying it. Stranon’s body suffered a similar fate as the wave pounded him into the deck.
After a brief moment of complete blackness, Stranon came to. His whole body screamed in agony, and it was obvious to him that several of his ribs were either broken or fractured in the best case scenario, and his left forearm was bent at an awkward angle, probably from raising it to protect his face before slamming into the deck. Stranon tried to take a breath, but got nothing but salt water. It was then his mind finally cleared enough to realize he was drowning. He began swimming desperately to the surface, but was thrusted back down repeatedly as wave after wave came crashing down. His lungs burned for a breath of air. Stranon, however, wasn’t about to let some worthless ocean take him. He struggled even harder, and eventually surfaced and grabbed a quick breath. Another wave soon pushed him back under, but now he was confident he could survive, being that he wouldn’t make the mistake of inhaling the water again.
A sudden thought struck him like lightning. Kyri! Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit! Shit! Stranon swam downwards at breakneck speed, frantically looking for anything in the shape of a body. His vision in the dark water was limited to only a few feet though, and after a few minutes, his search began to seem hopeless. After getting another breath, Stranon went down again, praying that he would somehow find her. Just as he was about to give up, though, he ran into his friend’s unconscious, perhaps dead, body while swimming around in a frenzy. He wrapped an arm around her torso and shot back upwards. Another struggle to make it to the surface ensued, but Stranon prevailed, and was now faced with the issue of enduring the ferocious storm and getting to shore, all the while keeping Kyri above water. He looked around, and took hold of a large piece of wood that was part of the remnants of the barge. He lofted Kyri’s body up onto the board but kept her facing down to keep the waves from crashing on her face. Only then did he noticed that his fears about the cabin imploding on her had been correct. Shards of wood had punctured her body in various places, and the waves were only working to push them in farther, so Stranon quickly pulled them out. As he worked away, all the while trying mightily to keep them afloat, he came upon a frighteningly large piece of wood lodged deeply into Kyri’s side. This wound alone may end up being her killer. He gritted his teeth and yanked the wood free, glad that she was currently unconscious and couldn’t feel the pain. Blood began to gush from the wound, as Stranon faced yet another problem. The powerful waves had already beaten away most of their clothes, so he had nothing to wrap the wound with. For lack of a better thing to do, he pressed his hand firmly over it, hoping it would be enough.
After what seemed an incomprehensibly long period of time out in the harsh weather, it started to clear up. A beach soon came into view, and Stranon used every last ounce of his energy to get them to shore. Once they landed, he sluggishly dragged himself and Kyri farther up to get them away from the water. After they went what he considered to be a good enough distance, he looked down at his friend. If she was still alive it would be a miracle. Her lungs must have been filled with water for longer than Stranon thought possible for a living person. He looked at her bare feet and broke into laughter. His sheathe, sword inside, was wrapped tightly around her ankle. After regaining his composure, Stranon thought about what to do. He didn’t want to kneel down and check her pulse to confirm if she was alive or not; he greatly feared the outcome. He did, though, and to his amazement, her heart was still beating. Stranon began thinking frantically of what do do next. He had no idea how to properly do the maneuver to get water out of lungs, but he decided to try nonetheless. He placed his right hand on her chest and pushed a few times, then did the mouth-to-mouth portion. After repeating the process a few times and getting to positive results, a man quietly approached Stranon.
“Hello, sir, it seems if you are in quite a dilemma. I know how to save her life, allow me to take over.”
Stranon just stared at the man, then nodded. The man did as he said he would, and began to do the same Stranon had, but with better results.
Kyri soon began to cough up water. As thrilled as Stranon was with Kyri being alive and seemingly well, now, he wasn’t particularly fond of the way the man seemed to be enjoying himself while performing the procedure. Kyri was by no means an unattractive elf, after all. However, after what seemed like gallons of water coming up from Kyri’s lungs, the man stopped and used a strange material to wrap the wound in her side. It had stopped bleeding earlier, but was in danger of opening again at even the slightest touch, so Stranon was glad for the aid.
“Well, sir, I believe I have saved your friend. Now, shall we discuss payment?” the man said with a sly smile. Stranon looked angrily at the man who was eyeing his sword, Oblivion. Payment…Bastard. What kind of a worthless scum would expect payment after that? Not even Stranon was that bad. Stranon remembered the look in the man’s eyes when he was working on Kyri, and now the look he gave his sword. There was one obvious solution.
Stranon sliced the man’s head off.
As his headless body fell to the beach and saturated the sand with blood, other men appeared from the surrounding rocks. They all wielded swords. Stranon immediately recognized them as bandits. With a newfound strength, partially from adrenaline and partially from relief that Kyri was alive, Stranon drew his sword and prepared to face the advancing bandits. He took a quick count and checked twelve of them. To start, two of them came forward as the other ten stayed back. Some moved to attempt to get to Kyri’s unconscious body, but Stranon cut them off. They backed away again as the other two continued to approach. One lunged at Stranon with a fierce shout, but his blow was deflected and he was impaled. The other swung at Stranon, but he swung the impaled body around and used it to absorb the blow. Unfortunately for the bandit, his obviously dull blade stuck in a bone, and before he could pull it free, he was without a head.
The ten remaining bandits charged Stranon with angry battle-cries. They all suffered a similar fate to their comrades, but Stranon had taken a toll, too. Due to his extreme fatigue, the use of only one arm, and multiple broken ribs, he suffered a number of cuts during the skirmish, the worst of them being a slash to his heel, cutting his Achilles Tendon. He had managed to kill the last bandit before crumbling to the ground, where he was now. Too exhausted to continue, Stranon dragged himself to a rock next to Kyri and sat up on it. If any more bandits came, perhaps they would be too intimidated by the body-littered beach to fight. Hopefully, because Stranon simply didn’t have it in him right now.