Valyian Rennard
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Clang. The moment the two swords clashed, Valyian seized the opportunity, kneeing his hulking opponent below the belt, leaving the giant man wheezing. Knowing that this split second of weakness was his opening for victory, Valyian finished off his enemy in a flurry of attacks, first delivering a crunching punch to the gut and backing away before rounding back and cutting off the man’s sword arm in one swift powerful swing. His scream pierced the dense forest, sending the dozy birds flying in all directions. ‘Shame’, Valyian thought, glancing over to the screaming man’s comrade, who was lying face down in a pool of his own blood. ‘That one went out a lot more gracefully’.
Alexander Rokin, with both of his bodyguards now incapacitated, looked like a quivering mouse, muttering incoherent things while looking back and forth between his two hirelings. Probably saying something like ‘I paid you, get up’. The boy couldn’t be older than 18, barely sporting hair on his face. He was dressed in a magenta robe with faint blue highlights in a way that screamed ‘spoiled noble’. A spoiled noble who thought it was amusing to murder a young girl and laugh while doing it.
Wiping his sword on his coat, Valyian took slow strides forward, relishing in the sense of power and drawing out the little lord’s misery. Finally he stood over the newly amputated bodyguard, who was clutching his arm and sobbing. His gray eyes stared into Alexander’s, letting him feel his presence, before saying,
“Alexander Rokin. There’s a bounty on your head for the crime you committed. I suggest you come with me quietly. I won’t harm you unless you do something stupid.” The quivering boy closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and reopened them looking calm and collected. Slowly, he raised his hands up, seemingly in surrender. ‘That easy?’ Valyian thought as he continued, “Wise choice. Now turn arou-“
“I’m not not letting you take me.” Alexander interrupted him, and took a step forward, hands still in the air. What in the world is wrong with this kid?
“You know my name. Good. Then you know my family. The most powerful family in Swan’s Song. My father is a powerful man. He will understand my motivations. Take me to him. He will reward you thrice of whatever those bounties offer. And you will forever have the gratitude of my family. We could help you get out of this miserable life. We could make you rich. Wouldn’t you like a taste of the finer things in life? Wouldn’t you-“
Valyian burst out laughing, more out of spite than amusement, and pointed his sword, Leaf, at Alexander. “Quite a moving speech, actually. Shame you don’t know a thing you’re talking about.” The redhead moved forward until is sword tip was touching his victim’s neck. “Let me clear things up for you. The most powerful family in Swan’s Song doesn’t mean anything to me. You could have all the mages of Elbion on your payroll and I wouldn’t care. And remember, kid, Swan’s Song is a pathetic little piss hamlet that isn’t even important enough to be on a map. So don’t you dare say what you can and can’t give me.” he said, emphasizing his last words by pushing in sword harder until it drew blood.
And at that moment, he instantly knew things were not as it seemed. “So be it.” said Alexander, in a raspy cold voice, an entirely different one from that of the foolish energetic boy that was talking to him moments prior. With a gesture of his hands, Alexander created a shockwave that sent Valyian flying into a tree.
“Foolish child, did you really think one such as I will bow to a lowly peasant like you?” said Alexander in the same raspy voice. He looked as though he was an entirely different person now. Or more likely, possessed. With lightning speed, he crossed the distance between them and kicked Valyian across the face. “Remember my name, fool. Remember my name, and tremble when you hear it. Deimos.”
Wracked with pain, Valyian reached for his sword, only to have it kicked away. He looked up to find the boy’s youthful face melting away, replaced by the face of a dirty old man that probably never baths. The concern wasn’t in his face, though. In his hands were a fireball the size of a big apple, swirling around between his palms. “Maybe I should melt away your face….” said Deimos/Alexander as he brought up the fireball to Valyian’s face. Before it touched his face, though, the old man was knocked backwards by an unseen assailant.
Valyian took the chance and quickly got to his feet, with Leaf in his hand, ready for combat. He turned to his unexpected ally with a quick nod and said, “Thanks. We’ll introduce ourselves later over a drink. We got bigger problems right now.” He jerked his head in the direction of Deimos, who was already standing up, his walking stick now transformed into a staff.
“Help me take down this bitch.”
Alexander Rokin, with both of his bodyguards now incapacitated, looked like a quivering mouse, muttering incoherent things while looking back and forth between his two hirelings. Probably saying something like ‘I paid you, get up’. The boy couldn’t be older than 18, barely sporting hair on his face. He was dressed in a magenta robe with faint blue highlights in a way that screamed ‘spoiled noble’. A spoiled noble who thought it was amusing to murder a young girl and laugh while doing it.
Wiping his sword on his coat, Valyian took slow strides forward, relishing in the sense of power and drawing out the little lord’s misery. Finally he stood over the newly amputated bodyguard, who was clutching his arm and sobbing. His gray eyes stared into Alexander’s, letting him feel his presence, before saying,
“Alexander Rokin. There’s a bounty on your head for the crime you committed. I suggest you come with me quietly. I won’t harm you unless you do something stupid.” The quivering boy closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and reopened them looking calm and collected. Slowly, he raised his hands up, seemingly in surrender. ‘That easy?’ Valyian thought as he continued, “Wise choice. Now turn arou-“
“I’m not not letting you take me.” Alexander interrupted him, and took a step forward, hands still in the air. What in the world is wrong with this kid?
“You know my name. Good. Then you know my family. The most powerful family in Swan’s Song. My father is a powerful man. He will understand my motivations. Take me to him. He will reward you thrice of whatever those bounties offer. And you will forever have the gratitude of my family. We could help you get out of this miserable life. We could make you rich. Wouldn’t you like a taste of the finer things in life? Wouldn’t you-“
Valyian burst out laughing, more out of spite than amusement, and pointed his sword, Leaf, at Alexander. “Quite a moving speech, actually. Shame you don’t know a thing you’re talking about.” The redhead moved forward until is sword tip was touching his victim’s neck. “Let me clear things up for you. The most powerful family in Swan’s Song doesn’t mean anything to me. You could have all the mages of Elbion on your payroll and I wouldn’t care. And remember, kid, Swan’s Song is a pathetic little piss hamlet that isn’t even important enough to be on a map. So don’t you dare say what you can and can’t give me.” he said, emphasizing his last words by pushing in sword harder until it drew blood.
And at that moment, he instantly knew things were not as it seemed. “So be it.” said Alexander, in a raspy cold voice, an entirely different one from that of the foolish energetic boy that was talking to him moments prior. With a gesture of his hands, Alexander created a shockwave that sent Valyian flying into a tree.
“Foolish child, did you really think one such as I will bow to a lowly peasant like you?” said Alexander in the same raspy voice. He looked as though he was an entirely different person now. Or more likely, possessed. With lightning speed, he crossed the distance between them and kicked Valyian across the face. “Remember my name, fool. Remember my name, and tremble when you hear it. Deimos.”
Wracked with pain, Valyian reached for his sword, only to have it kicked away. He looked up to find the boy’s youthful face melting away, replaced by the face of a dirty old man that probably never baths. The concern wasn’t in his face, though. In his hands were a fireball the size of a big apple, swirling around between his palms. “Maybe I should melt away your face….” said Deimos/Alexander as he brought up the fireball to Valyian’s face. Before it touched his face, though, the old man was knocked backwards by an unseen assailant.
Valyian took the chance and quickly got to his feet, with Leaf in his hand, ready for combat. He turned to his unexpected ally with a quick nod and said, “Thanks. We’ll introduce ourselves later over a drink. We got bigger problems right now.” He jerked his head in the direction of Deimos, who was already standing up, his walking stick now transformed into a staff.
“Help me take down this bitch.”
