Thursday, February 14, 2019

100 - “The View From Above” - Parith - A Tale of Heroes

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Oh, my flames! Have you ever seen anyone fight like that?

Parith Laren looked down on the surprised people in Inn’s common area from the darkened space in the rafters and cross beams above. He watched the tall, oddly-dressed human talking to the ones that he had been fighting just moments before.

He had been sitting at a table in the corner just before the fight broke out. His short time in Twynne Rivers had shown him that it was pretty diverse, especially in the merchant and riverfront quarters, but still, there weren’t so many elves. In addition, this part of the city wasn’t the wealthiest or the most patrolled, either.

So, when the shouting started, his first thought was to get out of the way. That, and when all of the humans stood up to gawk at the fight, he had to find a better vantage point.

Next to the table where he had been sitting was a large, square, wooden pillar, supporting the beams and rafters where the ceiling and roof are attached. He had leapt onto the table, the up at the pillar. He pushed off the pillar and launched himself up onto one of the beams. From there, it had been easy to jump from one to the other to get to a place where he could see clearly. It reminded him of jumping from branch to branch in the forest canopy of his home in Umbrawood. Fortunately, everyone was too transfixed by the drama unfolding below to pay any attention to a quick elf in the smoky darkness above.

Parith saw the peasant man toss the stolen pouch to its original owner, then slip between people in the crowd as everyone watched to see what the tall man would do. Surprisingly, all he did was help the other man up, the man he had just thrown to the ground like yesterday’s garbage, and give him a quick bow of the head. Then, everyone gave him a wide passage as he stepped over to his table and sat down.

The drama was over, but no one was quite sure what to do. Gradually, they all returned to their seats, and the murmur of conversation returned, though what they were talking about was definitely not the same as before. As the innkeepers also began serving the tables again, Parith looked over the scene from his unique perspective.

Now, how am I going to get down from here without drawing any attention?

Parith glanced over at the table where he had been sitting before. Aw, flameit! My pouch and pole are there, unguarded! He began leaping through the rafters. On his second jump, he misjudged his footing on the landing, slipping and losing his balance. He swung his arms to steady himself, and slammed his knee into a heavy wooden rafter. The pain shot through his leg, and he clenched his teeth to not cry out. His swinging arms grabbed another rafter and held on. He steadied himself, wincing as the pain subsided into a dull throb. Good thing I didn’t fall. That would be all I’d need, to have everyone attacking the sneaky wood elf in the ceiling.

Steadied, he made the last few jumps to be above his table, then, after assuring himself that the general attention of the inn patrons was elsewhere, quickly slid down the pillar and sat down. He picked up his drink and took a sip as he glanced around to make sure nobody had been watching. His gaze settled on the stranger who had won the fight.

I think I need to meet that guy!

He emptied his tankard in a long drink, then stood and walked around his table toward the man.


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Monday, February 11, 2019

99- “How to Stop a Thief” - Korr - A Tale of Heroes

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Korr was a tall man, a human, and a bit lanky. His shoulders were narrow, and unmuscular. His thin face was topped with long, dark brown hair that was pulled tightly back and tied behind his head.  His dress was not like the others in the inn, having the look of a man who didn’t need much. His shirt, almost a jacket, was simple, tan, and loose, hanging down past his hips. The sleeves were a bit wide and open, and ended just below the elbow in darker brown trim. His leggings were also very loose, but didn’t reach even his ankles. His feet were clad in a simple woven leather sandal.

He stood, hands together, bowing respectfully to the people staring at him. They had never seen anyone fight like he did. It’s true there were good swordsmen in the realm, particularly among the Holy Guard. But to watch someone take on three assailants, including one with a blade, using only his bare hands and feet had been a sight to see.

When a motion caught Korr’s glance, he looked over toward the thin man who had been attacked first. Korr saw him moving away, between the tables. “Stop!” Korr commanded, and the man froze, tense.

Slowly, the poor peasant turned around, and said, with a hesitant voice, “Ah... Thank you?”

The man on the floor, that Korr had defeated, moaned and lifted himself up on his arms. He shook his head, and began to get up on one knee.

Korr pointed first at the thin peasant standing at the table, then spoke with an even, measured voice. “You - you must give him...,” Korr pointed to the man on the floor, “...his purse back.”

The peasant looked at Korr, surprised. “I don’t have... I didn’t take...”

Korr calmly pointed again, “It’s under your shirt.”

“But, I... I didn’t... But you were protecting me!”

“I stepped in because no one should be killed for the value of a purse with a few coins.” Korr explained, “But no one should steal someone else’s purse, either.” The man on the floor looked at the two of them, not sure what was happening.

The silence was as heavy as the smoke in the air. Eyes darted from Korr, to the thief, to the man on the floor, and back again. Finally, the thief’s shoulders sank, and he reached under his belt and up into his shirt. He pulled out the small leather pouch and, with resignation, tossed it to the man he had stolen it from. It clinked as it hit the kneeling man’s chest, who reacted just in time to catch it. He still wasn’t sure he understood what he was seeing or hearing.

By the time Korr glanced back at the thief, he was gone. He stepped over to the man on the floor, and offered him a hand, pulling him up. Again, Korr bowed slightly, and returned to his seat.


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Thursday, February 7, 2019

98 - “How To Not Stop a Thief” - Maan Korr - A Tale of Heroes

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“Give me my money!”

Maan Korr looked up from his ale. Through the dim, smoky air of the inn, across the tables, he saw a tall, muscular man in a dirty, dull gray tunic push another, slightly smaller man. The angry man shouted again, “You took my purse! Give it back!”

“I don’t take anything,” The smaller man fearfully protested, trying to keep his balance. His clothes were also worn, but a bit worse off than his assailant. He looked weaker and thinner, like he hadn’t had the recent good fortune to eat as much as the others there had.

The people in the common room went quiet and stared. Several moved away from the two, giving them room. Would they all see a good entertaining fight? It looked a little mismatched, but even an unfair matchup can be fun to watch sometimes. The inn was busy that night. In the slums of Twynne Rivers’ Outer Wall quarter there isn’t much money, but there isn’t much to do on a hot summer night, either.

Korr watched the two closely. The angry man pushed at the thin man again, who tried to avoid the shove. Korr saw uncertainty and caution in his eyes. As others around began murmuring among themselves, two more men stood up and began circling the thin man. He reached out with one arm, turning as the moved, trying to keep them all distant. He held his other hand close to his side, protectively. “Now, friends...,” He started to say, “friends, it’s all fine...”

“Oh, no. It’s not fine at all!” the angry man shouted. They circled around the common area of the inn, and at one point passed close to Korr’s table. As they did, the original occuser lunged toward the thin, frail man and pushed him hard. He fell backward onto the table, making Korr slide his chair away. The angry man pressed forward toward the thin man on the table, pulling back to attack. There was a flash of light reflecting off of metal in his hands.

Korr saw the dagger and instinctively leapt to his feet. As the attacker stabbed forward, Korr twisted and reached in, blocking the thrust and spinning the man to face him. Korr’s right hand shot under his own blocking arm. The heel of his palm hit the man square in his chest, knocking him backward, staggering from the impact and gasping for breath.

Korr moved to step forward. Wait. Stop. Don’t jump in so fast. Remember. Set your stance.

He stood tall, then with force, set his feet on the floor. In the square. Low center. Remember the forms. His feet resounded on the wooden floor as he planted himself firm in the new position. His thin arms moved squarely across his chest, and settled into fists at his side.

Assess. Be aware. He saw the look of surprise become rage on the attacker’s face, and the two who were backing him up turned to face Korr. With a shout, the attacker lunged at Korr, thrusting the blade at his gut. Korr swept his own right fist low, up, and around the incoming blade hand, turning it aside. He stepped into the thrust and grabbed the attackers wrist. Korr’s left hand landed a solid hit down across his back, throwing him off balance over Korr’s leg and dropping him hard on the floor. With a quick twist, Korr forced the man’s hand open, and his dagger fell with a clang.

Korr stepped away. Good, good. Now reset the stance! Be at peace! Find control!

He began shifting his feet into the square, but before he could prepare his hand forms, an impact sent waves of pain through his back and ribs. His head and back arched with the hit, but his feet held firm. I let my guard down!

Korr spun on his backward foot, leaning into his swinging elbow, and brought it sharply into the side of the man’s head. The impact jolted him back, arms wide. Korr quickly set his feet, and let fly two rapid fist jabs to the man’s chest, dropping him backward onto some chairs.

Korr recentered himself and turned to survey the room. The onlookers were staring at him, keeping their distance. He faced the remaining assailant, planted his feet, and slowly settled his body low, with his fists to his side in readiness. The man lifted his palms and slowly backed into the crowd.

Korr shifted his feet to look around the full circle of the crowd, and, assured that no one else was leaping into the fight, relaxed his stance. He shook out the twists in his shirt, and nodded a quick bow to the crowd.

He saw a motion from the corner of his eye.


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