Post by ptsluvsnfl on May 3, 2008 13:58:39 GMT -6
Quote Spirogs: Clay sighed. 'Weel, I actualy am from Ireland... But came here when I was a whee lad... My father was out to feight someone... I doon remember who. Anyweh... he never came back.'
He paused for a moment. 'I doon't think he's dead.' he said again, 'Last I remember was fire and people panicking in the streets of a small village, some sort of battle I figure. I was young.. maybe 10 er soo...'.
As they sad around the newly made fire, he pulled out his sword. 'Thats when I got this... Our foster parent... John... He defended us in the orphanege as soldiers invaded... they where looking for something. "The bracelet! Where is it?!" they demanded... John said nothing, and merely fought them slashing here and there with his sword. The attackers stepped away, as a tall man walked in. He wore a long blue cape, his hair was white and tipped with red. Whether it was blood or just color I couldnt tell... All I know is I was freightened... I can still remember his orange eyes...'
Clay paused again, passing a hand over the blade thoughtfully.
'The tall man pulled out a knife, pointing it at John. The knife stretched to sword length as if by magic and stabbed our defender straight through the chest.
He fell to our feet, as the attackers began hitting and killing the other children. I was angry. I took John's sword. I slashed at the Caped man... He held a hand to his bleeding eye shrieking in pain as I ran passed him, out the door and into the road...
I ran... and hid. Looking back at the town in flames and smoke, I took and oath to defeat and kill those who had destroied my home and friends. I would one day again find the man with the orange eyes...'
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"Then I will say, 'Hello, my name is Clay O'Nalley! You killed my (foster)father! Prepare to die!"
*laughs wickedly*
He paused for a moment. 'I doon't think he's dead.' he said again, 'Last I remember was fire and people panicking in the streets of a small village, some sort of battle I figure. I was young.. maybe 10 er soo...'.
As they sad around the newly made fire, he pulled out his sword. 'Thats when I got this... Our foster parent... John... He defended us in the orphanege as soldiers invaded... they where looking for something. "The bracelet! Where is it?!" they demanded... John said nothing, and merely fought them slashing here and there with his sword. The attackers stepped away, as a tall man walked in. He wore a long blue cape, his hair was white and tipped with red. Whether it was blood or just color I couldnt tell... All I know is I was freightened... I can still remember his orange eyes...'
Clay paused again, passing a hand over the blade thoughtfully.
'The tall man pulled out a knife, pointing it at John. The knife stretched to sword length as if by magic and stabbed our defender straight through the chest.
He fell to our feet, as the attackers began hitting and killing the other children. I was angry. I took John's sword. I slashed at the Caped man... He held a hand to his bleeding eye shrieking in pain as I ran passed him, out the door and into the road...
I ran... and hid. Looking back at the town in flames and smoke, I took and oath to defeat and kill those who had destroied my home and friends. I would one day again find the man with the orange eyes...'
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"Then I will say, 'Hello, my name is Clay O'Nalley! You killed my (foster)father! Prepare to die!"
*laughs wickedly*