In outside of the Drital Qu'ellar Pub there was a gathering, i celerbration of the holidays, because of this griz'adin decided to come. There was at-lest 75 people here, and griz'adin was the black sheep. Everyone was staring at him and he scanned the place, he found him, Sangrious Maxwell, a person that could be mistaken for a dwarf exept he had no beard, bit more uglier, and more greasy skin & hair. The most noticeable thing is that he had his nose mutilated my a werewolf and he replaced it with a jewel of a nose, literally. Sangrious was the ringleader of the company that enslaved him; and he was motioning to four people motioning to grizadin, One of them slowly came towards griz'adin while the others stayed.
The first one he saw before, his name was chipoltle, he was dressed up in a leather harness. As he came at him. his lunged at Griz'adun with his daggers, & missed, giriz'adin disarmed chip, but he climed on him back. Griz'adin laid down with all his force, then heared a large crunch sound, chipoltle was no more. He then walked to Sangrious & quickly delt with his bodyguards then charge sangrious and kicked him as hard as he could in the fork of his legs, strong enough that he was probably now a eunuch. He steped back and fell over, most likely in shock.He then looked up up at griz'adin more guards came, they were tougher armed with spears and chain mail, and quite acrobatic they made the celebration turn into chaos sever innocents fell. Griz'adin himself was intermediately injured multiple times. But slowly, they exaustion took the guards, and he easily took them and stole a mace from one. The delirious sangrious cam up to him and grizadin took his jade nose and smacked him on the side on the face with the mace, the injured sangrious fell down unconscious bleeding, but far from dead.
The problem seem fixed, untill he remembered, Sangrious sent 4 people.....
Drionis saw the man motioning to some weird creature. This was what he was hired to do? To controll this thing? What a waste of time. But he was getting payed some good money for it so it had to be worth it. He drew his longsword ready for a fight when the first man, some weird guy named chipoltle, reminded him of "Chipotley" some weird elvish dessert which was really good with the right kind of ale, ran up to him. The other three moved quickly as he was dealt with. The two others besides him stood back as he ran towards Sangrious and attacked him.
"We can't let this freak get away with it. Com'n mates, lets get 'em good." One of the men said. The other nodded and they both went after the troll. Drionis looked at them as if they were stupid. Sorry but fighting that troll is neither worth the effort nor how much I am getting paid. he thought. He shethed his sword and leaned against the post watching the fools go to attack.
The wounded sangirous went out of concious and started at griz'adin and coldly said "****, i will bury you when the tim co-" Griz'adin smacked him back into unconsciousness, realizing the others he sent agaist him.He looked around and saw an armoured person, staring at something. Griz'adin suddenly knew ws he was staring at all to well, more assassins, He charged the group his black blood of the mücahit'ler all over the couryard, his mace quickly overpowered the assassins, and did final blows.
Griz'adin went to te armoured human figure and said "Get a medic, git, go!, Hurry!" he saw one thing he dreaded to see, five lómëdor guards, the leader, or so griz'adin guessed sternly said "Halt, you will surrender and be arrested or we will have to use force." Griz'adin sighed a prayed to lothlómendil, he refused to be arrested, so oviously he charged and immediately broke thier lines and started attacking at the end the captain who in a desperate move threw his sword.
It pierced griz'adins stomach. Griz'adin stomped on him, killing him, the sword went loose and blood gushed out, griz'adin knew it was a mortal wound, so he questioned to him self Is this the last hour in my life? He prayed again to lothlómendil "Are you agered at me, is this all your plan?, if so i beg forgiveness, please...let me .....live....please o exalted lothló...mendil" it was getting harder to talk, he was weeker he then prayed over & over for life and forgivness. He fell to the ground and saw somthing, a butterfly that seem so serene and, to griz'adin symbolized life. He cried. He then looked up and saw the villagers, they were mouring the guards' lost lives. He was enraged and made one more prayer Please o lothlómendil, can i recive your blessing of ...life"?
Drionis stood above the strange being as it layed dying. He heard mumbled prayers and saw the villagers crowding around the guards morning them. He thought back to when he was a child...
The day was dark, clouds blocked the sun as Drionis looked down the big hole in the ground. He wore black, his brown hair stuck up in all directions although his mother tried her best to make it appropreate for a funeral. He got on his hands and knees and looked down at the six foot deep hole. He dropped a rock down and watched as the seconds that seemed like hours passed untill it finally hit. A hand grabbed his arm and pulled him to stand. He watched the four men pick up the dark brown casket. It had small blue flowers painted on it's side, he had gotten grounded for months because of that stunt.
The ground was soft after the rain as the casket of his sister was lowered into the ground. He watched as people around him mourned for his sister who lost his life to the plague that later consumed his father and mother and left him in the care of some weird witch. He stayed that day with his sister long after she was buried. He saw another man being buried nearby, at the riverside. He got up and saw that it was only the gravekeeper. He was a strong man and easily lowered the lone casket all by himself. "Hey mister. Where is this person's family?" he asked him. The grave keeper shrugged as he began to fill the hole. "That son is a question only th' Gods k'en answ'r. He ain't got no family. N'vr did. Always alone, not even one friend. Course...I think it might be nice if you stayed with him fer a few minuets. Makes the dead feel nice and comfortable when they pass...I know...I talk to 'em. I can speak to 'em as if they were alive again." he said as he placed the headstone and gave a bow to the dead man and left. Drionis sat in front of the tombstone untill it rained so hard he had to go home.
Drionis turned his head popping his neck, ever since that day he had a thing for people dying alone. He always stayed with the people he killed at least for a few minuets if they were unable to be found by someone soon. Of course all of them were but well...To him dying was his job as an assassin. And if he had to kill someone mind as well do it and help them pass. Drionis looked around and saw no one was watching. He grabbed the creature by the arm and swung him over his shoulder and carried him off. It was a full hour before anyone realized he was missing. Drionis took him across the back alley into an old building. A cot was set up in the corner that served as Drionis' bed for the time being. Drionis put the creature on the cot and grabbed a cloth and began to apply pressure to the wounds to stop the bleeding. I have absolutely no clue why I am doing this but...for some reason I have to so I guess I will. he thought trying his best to heal the creature.