 |
Main starter
Lord Ryan Devlin Leader of the black sun mercenary organazation stood in a tavern his eyes shadowed by the crimson hood he wore. You see Ryan was in this dingy rat hole to gather information for he had heard whispers of the temple of the sun a cult that worshipped apollo but had stolen a trident that was said to belong to poseidon. Normally this would not intrest Ryan enough to act however he had decided to help then hope he would be granted a boon. With the sun riseing the sunlight reflected through the mirrors showed ryan in all his glory. Standing at six feet seven inches tall with long silver hair and a body carved out of stone he truly was the pinnacle of male perfection. He wore a suit of armor dyed black made from the hardest substance known to man mythril a crimson hood was sown on as well as a long flowing black cape. Walking to the bartender he was unatrmed except for the gauntlets he wore since it was a rule to leave your weapons outside. Looking at the bartender he asked lowly his voice a soft rumbling what do you have for me max. The bartender looked at the tall imposeing man a spy of mine witnessed a man rideing through the forest heading in the direction of aggamemnon holding a satchel it would possibly be the ransom man. Ryan nodded and discreetly handed him a sack of cold coins. It was hours later that we find Ryan astride a massive black warhorse with a long gleaming greatsword strapped across his back. With a click of his armored heels the horse whinnied then took of at a gallop for you see ryan had finally tracked down the ransom man. Quite quickly Ryan overcame the man who was astride a pathetic and haggard looking mare. With a smooth draw born from countless hours of practice he drew his greatsword and cleaved the horses backlegs in half. The horse whinnied in shock as it tumbled to the ground sending the rider flying head first into a tree. Ryan dismounted his steed his blade still drawn before walking over to the fallen horse with a swing he decapitated the poor beast granting it a mercy killing. Once that gruesome task was done he headed to the fallen man who was out cold with a sinsiter grin hidden beneath his hood he sheathed his blade and proceeded to tie the man up with some spare rope he had oin his saddle. Two hours later the man awoke groggy and disoriented with a swift backhand the man sputtered as he awoke fully. Ryan smirked and whispered you will tell me everything you know about the theft of Poseidons Trident. The man wimpered and began to talk rapidly spilling his guts. Once ryan had the information of there hideout he draw a dagger and plunged it through the mans tracchia. With the location in mind he rode back to town to inform his riders who had jusst arrived earlier that day. Once he arrived and informed his men they set out he had a hundred strong with him each man was covered head to toe in black plate armor. It would take them a few hours to reach the camp where they held the slave. Hours later Ryan and his men quitely approached the camp drawing a bow from his saddle he let loose a shaft stright trough the sentries heart. With a curt motion his men moved forwards silently drawing there weapons. Soon the screams of battle ripped through the air accompinied by the screams of the dieing
|
