We hardly Nue ya Karesh !KXp41Q0gcg 2010/11/06 (Sat) 23:54 No. 127913 ▼ File 128908767814.jpg - (594.05KB, 915x570 , cf1ba455ecaee45192ad7642ab313ffc.jpg)
[x] Rest now
You scan the room, there's really not much furniture, and you cannot see your armor anywhere...However, your sword is thankfully resting against a wall nearby. Whomever brought you here is either so trusting that they'll leave you unguarded without a weapon, or entirely confident that there's nothing you could do with it to harm them...
That rather morbid thought in mind, relax your head and lie back on the pillow you've been provided. For the time being at least, you're safe.
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You get a few hours of sleep, but are abruptly awakened. Voices outside your room. Unfortunately, it seems that by the time you've become aware of them, their conversation is over. The pair walk off, somewhere down the hall. Only to be replaced by a third set of footsteps approaching from the other direction...They get closer, and closer still. Whomever is making these footsteps is right outside your door...
Part of you wants to get up and ask them where you are, but that voice is quelled by an intuition...Something about this person is odd...The weight of their steps seems to change with each passing moment, heavy to light, light to heavy, over and over again. You can't begin to understand why, but you know that whomever it is doesn't need to know you're awake just yet.
The door slides open, there's a pause...you lie almost entirely motionless save for the rising and falling of your chest.
The door is shut...You allow yourself to breath a small sigh of relief. But the oddity continues; the person outside isn't leaving. Do they mean to stand outside your room all night? Are they waiting to see if you're so foolish as to make them aware of your current state just because of a simple trick like closing the door once again?
The room remains silent all the while...You close your eyes, listening intently for something, anything to break the maddening silence....
It comes; in the form of a heavy, armored footstep. Directly to your side.
Your eyes snap open, and you stare into the face of a man towering over you; his sword raised above his head, ready to slam down upon you. You move quickly, rolling away from the attacker mere seconds before the loud slam of his sword crashing into the bed you were inhabiting only a second ago.
From your roll you shift your weight, bringing you to a kneeling position in front of the man...You recognize his armor, and the man wearing it instantly.
A Saracen...Not just any, either; you can recognize him as one of the men you'd fought and killed upon the walls of Acre, barely a day before.
He's tugging at his weapon, trying to free it from the floor he's impaled it into.
You bend your back leg, and then snap it open; thrusting you directly into the chest of the Saracen. He's caught entirely off guard, tumbling backward onto the floor, almost immediately he moves to stand again; but you intercept him with his own sword. Slashing his exposed throat open with a small slash.
He stumbles backward, clutching his throat as it bleeds profusely. You, as you have done so many times before; raise your blade and plunge it down upon him. Ending his life instantly.
You give the sword a quick swing, sending the blood upon it splattering to the floor. To god and yourself, you mutter;
"Kyrie eleison."
Even from this much, it's a wonder your wound hasn't reopened. Intent on not being surprised again, you glance about the room, there's nobody else. Just the corpse of your attacker. But the darkness surrounding you is deepening as time progresses...At first the light of the moon had illuminated everything, but now you can barely see five feet in front of you. If someone else is here, you won't be able to see them until they approach.
A distinct hissing sound erupts from below you. You glance down to see the source...A snake?
A snake, wrapped around your sword...You try not to move suddenly, agitating the animal would hasten its strike.
But as you stare close you begin to notice, the snake hasn't wrapped itself around the sword .It is the sword!
It crawls down its own hilt, and up toward your upper arm...Slowly and carefully you reach your other hand around, and at the right moment, snatch it by what passes for it's neck and drag it away from your arm.
The snakes lower body remains firmly wrapped around you, but with your grip on its head you're quite confident it can't bite.
You look around the room once more. Hoping to find some source or cause to this madness. It emerges in the form of a pair of Red eyes, strikingly glaring at you from a corner shrouded in darkness.
You stare at this pair of eyes, and they stare straight back with obvious delight. The darkness around you recedes, and you're able to make out the outline of the person in front of you.
It's clearly a woman...Or at least a girl.
She raises a finger, holding the hand it's attached out to you in an attempt to grab your attention, before pointing toward...Your arm?
You look, just in time to see that the head of the snake you were holding has become its tail.
You realize the implications of this just in time to see the former tail of the snake rear back and bite into your bare arm.
"Argh!" You swing your arm back and forth, desperately trying to shake it loose. But the creature holds tight...Your vision blurs, and surprisingly you could swear that you've begin to see colors...Lots, and lots of colors.
The last thing you see is a bright flash, and the last thing you hear;
"NUEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"
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You awake once more, in what seems to be the same bed, minus the hole the Saracen had created.
It's morning now, and alongside your bed is a blond haired girl. At first you think she's awake, but it seems she's fallen asleep while sitting upright on her knees.
...Strangely enough, the wound on your chest doesn't hurt nearly as much as it did last night, even despite all the activity.
[] Wake the girl
[] Leave the room, quietly