Birth of a young warrior

[elsemir]

Elsemir stood with his face against the wall.
Strike.
He growled as the flat of the shield hit him on the flesh.
Strike.
Again the pain and again the sound of his master’s teachings.
Strike.
“I have learned master.”
Strike.
“I know my fault and I…”
Strike.
“… am sorry”
“So you should be, you have shown great insolence to me and the order, I take but a few under my wing and you should be great full that I have chosen you…”

The noise faded as Elsemir jumped out of his dream and into the harsh reality, he was sweating freely and was shaking in the cold empty hall in the abandoned citadel.
“Master I am sorry” He mumbled into his clothes as he got up. It was time to move.
His next step towards his inheritance was a local tavern, where a young man was rumoured to live.
He was said to be a relative of the Latvina clan, Elsemir’s uncle’s family.
It was a great link from where Elsemir was one month ago.
He stood tall as the sun rose over the mountain and packed his stuff into a bag and was about to leave when something moved behind him.
Drawing his sword Elsemir took a few steps forward.
A large rodent came into view and he heaved a sigh of relief.
After scareing the thing away Elsemir took up his pack and set of down the old cobbled roads to the old citadel gate, just south of where he was.
"And then to freedom." he thought, before turning a corner into an alley.
He stopped, something stirred beneath the roofing of this citadel...

[elsemir]

Elsemir drew his word with his right hand and began to slowly make his way towards the source of the noise.
No use running, ill only attract attention.
Standing before him was a gibbet, its tall slender frame supporting a set of bones still shackled to the wood work.
It had a third hole above the nose, it looked like an eye socket.
“Mutants!” exclaimed Elsemir as he turned around to check the area.
Nothing.
Elsemir was now talking under his breath, an old habit of his he hated as much as any enemy. “Calm down, nothing is wrong, this place is old, the noises are only natural.”
He continued like this for several minutes.
He wandered toward the gates again.
All the time with a horrible premonition of being watched.
He turned corner after corner toward the southern gate.
Driven by the eyes in the back of his head he went through the old citadel.
Finally the gates were in site.
He began to move faster.
A small tin implement fell onto the floor and rolled near him.
Faster now.
He felt the wind move from behind.
He reached the gates and tore them open, large as they were Elsemir just wanted to put something between him and this town.
With the strength of ten men he slammed the gates shut.
He marched quickly away from the place all the time wary of his unseen opponent.


In the citadel behind a cloaked figure moved silently on the roof tops.
He watched the young man leave the town.
All the time keeping just out of sight. He drew a long breath and sighed.
“So close, I could have killed you here warrior.”
He dropped from the roof onto the cobbled road and picked up the rolling tin cup.
“But I will watch and I will wait.”He tested the tin in his hands.
“And I will finish what I started.”
He crushed the can with a hand and threw it to the ground, walking away listening to the chink of metal on stone.



ooc. just wanted to set up an aversary for my storyline...