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keep it coming Shaeffer 
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Once upon a time there was a three legged hippo
You make your own bit up and tell the world
You make your own bit up and tell the world
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Who was a war vet from vietnam
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Chapter 2
‘And the General hollered ‘Beware of the right axe, they’re shite with the left!’
The silence broke then, as the group burst into laughter. ‘Whose turn is it for the next round?’ Bazzaye shouted out. Elbowing Case in the ribs, Naetha smiled sweetly at Bazz. ‘What you on about? It’s yours you fool!’
‘I thought I bought the last one?’ He said, a look of confusion written onto his face. ‘No, you bought the last round of pies y’gimp….its your turn for the drinks now.’
‘Oh. Erm, ok then, Dwerrav! 3 drinks, if you don’t mind!’
Trying hard to keep a straight face, Naetha concentrated on her pie, trying to bury the smile that threatened to betray her beneath a few mouthfuls of Steak and Ale. Dwerrav strolled over, and placed the drinks beside them. ‘You’re going to have to watch that tab, Master Bazzaye. There are more drinks on yours than on anyone else here. Might have to ask you to settle up at some point.’
Confusion fading to astonishment, Bazzaye stood for a moment dumbfounded. ‘But…but…I’m no drunkard! I don’t drink more than any of the others….do I?’
Raising his mug, Case flashed a grin, and tried to avoid Naetha’s eyes. ‘That might be so, Bazz, that might be so. But you certainly pay for more!’
That was too much, and Naetha’s mouth rebelled, unable to keep the laugh from escaping. The mouthful of pie burst out, and splattered onto Bazzaye’s cloak. Naetha’s breath came in ragged gasps, unable to decide whether to laugh or choke, and settled on doing both. Trying desperately to ignore Bazz’s indignant cries, Naetha continued to struggle for air, tears streaming down her face, blurring her vision.
Suddenly a fist pounded onto her back, taking away her breath. Grateful for the fresh start, she focused on breathing for a moment, still fighting the urge to laugh as Bazzaye and Case tried to wipe bits of pie away. Swivelling on her stool, she tried to focus on her helper, but her eyes were still waterlogged, and it took a moment for the grinning face to come into clarity. As soon as recognition dawned, she leapt and barrelled into him, unable to quite believe her eyes.
‘Shaeffer you tart, about bloody time!’
‘And the General hollered ‘Beware of the right axe, they’re shite with the left!’
The silence broke then, as the group burst into laughter. ‘Whose turn is it for the next round?’ Bazzaye shouted out. Elbowing Case in the ribs, Naetha smiled sweetly at Bazz. ‘What you on about? It’s yours you fool!’
‘I thought I bought the last one?’ He said, a look of confusion written onto his face. ‘No, you bought the last round of pies y’gimp….its your turn for the drinks now.’
‘Oh. Erm, ok then, Dwerrav! 3 drinks, if you don’t mind!’
Trying hard to keep a straight face, Naetha concentrated on her pie, trying to bury the smile that threatened to betray her beneath a few mouthfuls of Steak and Ale. Dwerrav strolled over, and placed the drinks beside them. ‘You’re going to have to watch that tab, Master Bazzaye. There are more drinks on yours than on anyone else here. Might have to ask you to settle up at some point.’
Confusion fading to astonishment, Bazzaye stood for a moment dumbfounded. ‘But…but…I’m no drunkard! I don’t drink more than any of the others….do I?’
Raising his mug, Case flashed a grin, and tried to avoid Naetha’s eyes. ‘That might be so, Bazz, that might be so. But you certainly pay for more!’
That was too much, and Naetha’s mouth rebelled, unable to keep the laugh from escaping. The mouthful of pie burst out, and splattered onto Bazzaye’s cloak. Naetha’s breath came in ragged gasps, unable to decide whether to laugh or choke, and settled on doing both. Trying desperately to ignore Bazz’s indignant cries, Naetha continued to struggle for air, tears streaming down her face, blurring her vision.
Suddenly a fist pounded onto her back, taking away her breath. Grateful for the fresh start, she focused on breathing for a moment, still fighting the urge to laugh as Bazzaye and Case tried to wipe bits of pie away. Swivelling on her stool, she tried to focus on her helper, but her eyes were still waterlogged, and it took a moment for the grinning face to come into clarity. As soon as recognition dawned, she leapt and barrelled into him, unable to quite believe her eyes.
‘Shaeffer you tart, about bloody time!’
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Always have to be the one who comes in to save teh girls, don't you Tyr?
Aside from that, keep going, tis fun to read
Aside from that, keep going, tis fun to read
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Damn, am I really that bad at eating? I thought that was just me in RL
<takes Sheffer over to the corner..."so where's my acting fee then eh??">
Nice story, keep up the good work
<takes Sheffer over to the corner..."so where's my acting fee then eh??">
Nice story, keep up the good work
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research dear girl, research
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\o/
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Originally posted by old.Tyraette
research dear girl, research
When you was doing the limerick comp last night, and the theme was lag ghosts this popped into my head.
A wizzie named Walker Boh,
outwitted all of his foe.
The screams heard from most,
after targetting his ghost,
were, where the feck did he go.
P.S. a good night and gratz for winning
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For Addlecove
‘So how's life in your neck of the woods then Shaeff?’ Case asked, in between gulps. Shaeffer smiled, unable to keep the pride from his face. ‘Aye, not bad at all my friend. Got two wonderful women in my life. Annah’s getting bigger by the day. Not sure how, but Treeloe still sees enough in me to put up with, and life is quiet. What more could a guy ask for?’
Naetha and Bazzaye exchanged a look, before Bazz tentatively suggested ‘Er….beer? Speaking of which, must be your round Shaeff. I’m SURE I bought the last one’
Seeing that Dwerrav was out back, Shaeffer gestured for the barmaid to come over. Smiling, she made her way over. ‘Haven’t seen you before, what can I get you?’
‘Aye, I don’t come round here much. 3 honeyed mead’s for me…Miss?’
‘Troryn MacGregor’ She replied, before swivelling and heading behind the bar.
Shaeffer’s eyes followed her as she moved, before he turned, releasing a deep breath. ‘By the Light lads, now I know why you’re in here as much as you are! Er…Naeth aside of course.’
Bazz laughed ‘Good luck with her Shaeff, we’ve all tried, and she has no time for the likes of us. Is more interested in pints and seamstr-‘
‘Tailoring’ piped up Naetha
‘-er…yeah, tailoring than us men.’
‘Heh, I’ve already built my tree anyway. Haven’t got the inclination or the energy to go chasing after the fruit these days.’
Troryn sauntered back then carrying the three mugs, before smiling once more at Shaeffer. ‘So who’s tab is it going this time? The daft one?’
Glancing at Bazz’s reddening face, Shaeffer laughed. ‘No, not this time. I’m sure my own is still good. Pop it under Shaeffer Cernunnos. I’ll settle with Dwerrav when I leave.’
Raising an eyebrow in surprise at the name, Troryn made as if to turn, before Bazz’s voice rang out. ‘Ere, hang about Shaeff…where’s my drink?’
Winking at the barmaid, he looked at Bazz’s hurt face, before saying with all seriousness. ‘But Bazz, you never buy the drinks in!’ Before Bazz could protest, he continued with a mock sigh. ‘Alright, alright. Just this once. Troryn, another mead please. But the next round is on you Bazz.’
This time even Troryn couldn’t hide a smile, and she returned swiftly with the drink, ignoring the embarrassed muttering from the scout.
A few minutes passed amid more jests, before Shaeffer swirled the contents of his mug. ‘So tell me, what about here. How are things? I try not to keep up with much if I can help it.’
Case downed the rest of his ale, and pushed his mug away from him. ‘Aye, well. If you want the short picture, most of the Rigante are still alive and kicking, which as you can imagine is a good thing. Still working on getting Bazz to stop fumbling around, but it’s a constant battle heh. Bigger picture though, not so good.’
Naetha nodded. ‘Aye, it’s a bit of a stalemate at the moment. We’re gradually being forced back, although they’re not really making enough progress to say they’ve an advantage. The mile-gates in Hadrian’s still hold, but several times we’ve almost been overrun. The line’s too thin though, for both sides. They might be able to break through and sack one of the Caer’s, but they can’t spare the men to hold it long enough. It’s the same with us. Every time we attack them, we leave a hole behind and vice versa. Damned if I know what it’s gonna take to win this thing. At the moment we’re just sharing graveyards.’
Downing the rest of his drink, Shaeffer gestured to Troryn for another round. ‘Sounds about right. We can see that this damn war isn’t going to finish anytime soon, and I’m sure their men feel the same. Wonder how much of this is now pride amongst the big boys heh. We fight them because they fight us.’
‘Aye, well,’ said Naetha, smiling her thanks as a new mug was placed in front of her. ‘Let’s not darken the day with it. It’s been a good day today, and I’m buggered if I’m going to let anything spoil it.’
Nodding, Shaeffer raised his mug, motioning for the others to do the same. ‘Time for a toast my friends.’ Creasing up his face in thought, Shaeffer suddenly broke into a grin. ‘Actually, on second thoughts. Had a better idea.’ Taking a breath to steady himself, he continued:
‘The Rigante, a guild of class
Were never known to let a drink pass
I’ve travelled from home
And come to the Stone –‘
‘-To refill an old friends glass?’ A familiar, gruff voice rang out from further on down the bar. Grinning wider than before, Shaeffer moved down towards the cloaked figure. ‘Jupitus you ol’dog, that you?’ Reaching him, Shaeffer clapped him on the back, whilst the man turned and slowly lowered his hood. The grin faded from Shaeffer’s face, and he swiftly downed the mug he still carried.
‘Aye Shaeff. It’s me.’
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‘So how's life in your neck of the woods then Shaeff?’ Case asked, in between gulps. Shaeffer smiled, unable to keep the pride from his face. ‘Aye, not bad at all my friend. Got two wonderful women in my life. Annah’s getting bigger by the day. Not sure how, but Treeloe still sees enough in me to put up with, and life is quiet. What more could a guy ask for?’
Naetha and Bazzaye exchanged a look, before Bazz tentatively suggested ‘Er….beer? Speaking of which, must be your round Shaeff. I’m SURE I bought the last one’
Seeing that Dwerrav was out back, Shaeffer gestured for the barmaid to come over. Smiling, she made her way over. ‘Haven’t seen you before, what can I get you?’
‘Aye, I don’t come round here much. 3 honeyed mead’s for me…Miss?’
‘Troryn MacGregor’ She replied, before swivelling and heading behind the bar.
Shaeffer’s eyes followed her as she moved, before he turned, releasing a deep breath. ‘By the Light lads, now I know why you’re in here as much as you are! Er…Naeth aside of course.’
Bazz laughed ‘Good luck with her Shaeff, we’ve all tried, and she has no time for the likes of us. Is more interested in pints and seamstr-‘
‘Tailoring’ piped up Naetha
‘-er…yeah, tailoring than us men.’
‘Heh, I’ve already built my tree anyway. Haven’t got the inclination or the energy to go chasing after the fruit these days.’
Troryn sauntered back then carrying the three mugs, before smiling once more at Shaeffer. ‘So who’s tab is it going this time? The daft one?’
Glancing at Bazz’s reddening face, Shaeffer laughed. ‘No, not this time. I’m sure my own is still good. Pop it under Shaeffer Cernunnos. I’ll settle with Dwerrav when I leave.’
Raising an eyebrow in surprise at the name, Troryn made as if to turn, before Bazz’s voice rang out. ‘Ere, hang about Shaeff…where’s my drink?’
Winking at the barmaid, he looked at Bazz’s hurt face, before saying with all seriousness. ‘But Bazz, you never buy the drinks in!’ Before Bazz could protest, he continued with a mock sigh. ‘Alright, alright. Just this once. Troryn, another mead please. But the next round is on you Bazz.’
This time even Troryn couldn’t hide a smile, and she returned swiftly with the drink, ignoring the embarrassed muttering from the scout.
A few minutes passed amid more jests, before Shaeffer swirled the contents of his mug. ‘So tell me, what about here. How are things? I try not to keep up with much if I can help it.’
Case downed the rest of his ale, and pushed his mug away from him. ‘Aye, well. If you want the short picture, most of the Rigante are still alive and kicking, which as you can imagine is a good thing. Still working on getting Bazz to stop fumbling around, but it’s a constant battle heh. Bigger picture though, not so good.’
Naetha nodded. ‘Aye, it’s a bit of a stalemate at the moment. We’re gradually being forced back, although they’re not really making enough progress to say they’ve an advantage. The mile-gates in Hadrian’s still hold, but several times we’ve almost been overrun. The line’s too thin though, for both sides. They might be able to break through and sack one of the Caer’s, but they can’t spare the men to hold it long enough. It’s the same with us. Every time we attack them, we leave a hole behind and vice versa. Damned if I know what it’s gonna take to win this thing. At the moment we’re just sharing graveyards.’
Downing the rest of his drink, Shaeffer gestured to Troryn for another round. ‘Sounds about right. We can see that this damn war isn’t going to finish anytime soon, and I’m sure their men feel the same. Wonder how much of this is now pride amongst the big boys heh. We fight them because they fight us.’
‘Aye, well,’ said Naetha, smiling her thanks as a new mug was placed in front of her. ‘Let’s not darken the day with it. It’s been a good day today, and I’m buggered if I’m going to let anything spoil it.’
Nodding, Shaeffer raised his mug, motioning for the others to do the same. ‘Time for a toast my friends.’ Creasing up his face in thought, Shaeffer suddenly broke into a grin. ‘Actually, on second thoughts. Had a better idea.’ Taking a breath to steady himself, he continued:
‘The Rigante, a guild of class
Were never known to let a drink pass
I’ve travelled from home
And come to the Stone –‘
‘-To refill an old friends glass?’ A familiar, gruff voice rang out from further on down the bar. Grinning wider than before, Shaeffer moved down towards the cloaked figure. ‘Jupitus you ol’dog, that you?’ Reaching him, Shaeffer clapped him on the back, whilst the man turned and slowly lowered his hood. The grin faded from Shaeffer’s face, and he swiftly downed the mug he still carried.
‘Aye Shaeff. It’s me.’
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Its about time someone put something intelligent on these boards..keep up the good work..actually makes these forums worth visiting
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bet u all want to meet that bazz bloke, he seems sooo cool
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lol!
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old.Tyraette
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ROFL!!!111
Bastard...I was drinking at the time! <now has orange juice up his nose>
Bastard...I was drinking at the time! <now has orange juice up his nose>
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nyuk nyuk ^^
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Another joy to read, keep it going Tyr
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Schaeffer,
Few men in Albion have kindled a flame within my heart, I consider you one of them, you taught me to laugh, and know joy; yet at the same time I understand more clearly now why I ceased my studies at the Academy and lost myself within the crowds of our fair Camelot.
Treeloe is a very lucky woman indeed and I regret I could not bring myself to go to your wedding. I still always long for one more dance... I guess that’s what I miss most about you, your chivalrous nature.
Hearing your tales again make me feel alive once more with feeling, alas I know this cannot be so. I only hope that somewhere deep within your thoughts you remember me.
When you are alone, stalking the shadows as the Prince of Night, in the twighlight hours; when you feel the icy chill of the cold weather upon your face, know that I am with you in spirit for few others share my frosty demeanour, for the chill will give you little solace, in hopes of keeping your senses honed and alert.
Alas in the winters nights, when the sky is clear, the moon is at it's full whilst snow deftly gathers around my feet. I will nimbly dance to a gentle ballad, to remind me of a time when my heart began to melt away in the warmth of your presence; asking myself "is it better to have tasted love, than to never taste it at all?"
Be well young Prince, your life touches many though you may know it not. Albion will always have need of you, for I know I do.
<gently blows a frosty kiss afar>
Maybe someday fate will allow us that one last dance
Nectar
Few men in Albion have kindled a flame within my heart, I consider you one of them, you taught me to laugh, and know joy; yet at the same time I understand more clearly now why I ceased my studies at the Academy and lost myself within the crowds of our fair Camelot.
Treeloe is a very lucky woman indeed and I regret I could not bring myself to go to your wedding. I still always long for one more dance... I guess that’s what I miss most about you, your chivalrous nature.
Hearing your tales again make me feel alive once more with feeling, alas I know this cannot be so. I only hope that somewhere deep within your thoughts you remember me.
When you are alone, stalking the shadows as the Prince of Night, in the twighlight hours; when you feel the icy chill of the cold weather upon your face, know that I am with you in spirit for few others share my frosty demeanour, for the chill will give you little solace, in hopes of keeping your senses honed and alert.
Alas in the winters nights, when the sky is clear, the moon is at it's full whilst snow deftly gathers around my feet. I will nimbly dance to a gentle ballad, to remind me of a time when my heart began to melt away in the warmth of your presence; asking myself "is it better to have tasted love, than to never taste it at all?"
Be well young Prince, your life touches many though you may know it not. Albion will always have need of you, for I know I do.
<gently blows a frosty kiss afar>
Maybe someday fate will allow us that one last dance
Nectar
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aww, how sweet, shaeffs just gonna lov that
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Urgat's tribute.
<A piece of slate, etched with the following>
Deer oomie sneaky type.
Me ave unly met you wunce, an dat wuz outside care benoy... benyo... bnoye... dat castle inna your oomie lands.
Yooz putted a sharp stick inna Urgat's froat... an it did urt lotz.
But dat ok... coz mi mate nico hitted yoo wiv his staff... and while yooz wuz laffin at im, mi uvver mate kalgarn putted is axes inna your ead and you fell down.
spite all dis... i ave eard lotz about ya. and you seem like yoo might taste good, so me like ya.
Me come back ta yoor place when me is grown up fully... and me make ya face explode with fungus.
See ya den.
Urgat Rip-Eye da troll shaman.
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Seriously good writing!... keep it up!
<A piece of slate, etched with the following>
Deer oomie sneaky type.
Me ave unly met you wunce, an dat wuz outside care benoy... benyo... bnoye... dat castle inna your oomie lands.
Yooz putted a sharp stick inna Urgat's froat... an it did urt lotz.
But dat ok... coz mi mate nico hitted yoo wiv his staff... and while yooz wuz laffin at im, mi uvver mate kalgarn putted is axes inna your ead and you fell down.
spite all dis... i ave eard lotz about ya. and you seem like yoo might taste good, so me like ya.
Me come back ta yoor place when me is grown up fully... and me make ya face explode with fungus.
See ya den.
Urgat Rip-Eye da troll shaman.
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Seriously good writing!... keep it up!
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<stealths, and keeps a watchful eye on the ignorant troll>
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Leaving the Rigante in the pub, the two strolled out onto the bustling streets of Camelot, just another two unknown faces amongst the people. It was market day again, hard enough to gather ones thoughts, let alone voice them. Shouted bargains ricochet amongst the walls, seeking ears to fill and purses to empty. Weapons, clothing, food; all could be bought for the right price. Amongst the crowds, children darted through. Some young apprentices performing errands for their masters, others engaged in a more shady trade, eager to pilfer what they could from the unsuspecting. Occasionally the low droning of an old beggar cut through, pleading for a few coins to ease his hunger.
‘The city never changes, I see,’ remarked Shaeffer dryly, struggling to make his voice heard. ‘Aye that it doesn’t. How longs it been since you last came?’ Jupitus queried as the pair tried to force their way through the mass of bodies. Diving into an alleyway, Shaeffer paused, glad of the chance to take a deep breath. ‘That’s better, like wading up river back there’ he said, glad of the space. ‘Must be at least 2 years now I think. We stayed with Cersei and Cawen for a few days in the winter. Was lovely to see them, but neither of us are keen on city life. Try and avoid it where I can.’
Jupitus laughed, his eyes glittering. ‘I don’t believe it. Surely the great Shaeffer Cernunnos isn’t scared of a little crowd?!’ Throwing a dirty look at him, the pair carried on walking down the alleyway. ‘I wouldn’t say scared; certainly not in public anyway heh. Perhaps just….uncomfortable.’ Shaeffer grinned, before stopping as four newcomers filled the alleyway, blocking their progress.
‘Fine day to be out for a walk, ain’t it,’ the first boomed. Tall, powerfully built and bearing the scars of a life on the streets, the man leered at them, tossing a knife from hand to hand. ‘Trouble is, it can be a bit dangerous if you’re not careful.’
Looking unimpressed, Shaeffer sighed, a trace of boredom in his voice. ‘Yes yes yes, all very interesting. Now, unless you want to find out exactly how dangerous it can be, I’d recommend you leave it and step aside. It’s too early in the day to break a sweat already.’
Face flushing in anger, the thug approached him, looming over the shorter man. ‘Maybe a sweat won’t be the only thing you’ll break today little man. That big mouth of yours will get you into trouble.’
Turning to face Jupitus, Shaeffer rolled his eyes at his amused companion, before spinning on his heel and planting his knee in the thugs groin. Doubling up in agony, his face met an onrushing elbow, before Shaeffer swept his legs from under him, sending the big man crashing to the floor.
‘So they keep telling me,’ he muttered, before turning to Jupitus with a loud voice. ‘Well, I think I proved a point. You reckon the others’ll move away, or do you want to show them Lord DarkShadow in action as well?’
Eyes widening in shock at both the speed in which their companion had fallen, and at the name, the other three backed away, before leaving the alley hastily.
Shaking his head, Jupitus grinned. ‘Not bad Shaeff, though I didn’t think you were a practitioner in the whole dirty fighting thing?’ Glancing down at the unconscious thug, Shaeffer shrugged, before rubbing his knee gingerly. ‘Well, he had balls, I’ll give him that.’
Alright. Last one for a while. Until Saturday at least. I have new scenes written, but want to keep a few ahead of myself.
‘The city never changes, I see,’ remarked Shaeffer dryly, struggling to make his voice heard. ‘Aye that it doesn’t. How longs it been since you last came?’ Jupitus queried as the pair tried to force their way through the mass of bodies. Diving into an alleyway, Shaeffer paused, glad of the chance to take a deep breath. ‘That’s better, like wading up river back there’ he said, glad of the space. ‘Must be at least 2 years now I think. We stayed with Cersei and Cawen for a few days in the winter. Was lovely to see them, but neither of us are keen on city life. Try and avoid it where I can.’
Jupitus laughed, his eyes glittering. ‘I don’t believe it. Surely the great Shaeffer Cernunnos isn’t scared of a little crowd?!’ Throwing a dirty look at him, the pair carried on walking down the alleyway. ‘I wouldn’t say scared; certainly not in public anyway heh. Perhaps just….uncomfortable.’ Shaeffer grinned, before stopping as four newcomers filled the alleyway, blocking their progress.
‘Fine day to be out for a walk, ain’t it,’ the first boomed. Tall, powerfully built and bearing the scars of a life on the streets, the man leered at them, tossing a knife from hand to hand. ‘Trouble is, it can be a bit dangerous if you’re not careful.’
Looking unimpressed, Shaeffer sighed, a trace of boredom in his voice. ‘Yes yes yes, all very interesting. Now, unless you want to find out exactly how dangerous it can be, I’d recommend you leave it and step aside. It’s too early in the day to break a sweat already.’
Face flushing in anger, the thug approached him, looming over the shorter man. ‘Maybe a sweat won’t be the only thing you’ll break today little man. That big mouth of yours will get you into trouble.’
Turning to face Jupitus, Shaeffer rolled his eyes at his amused companion, before spinning on his heel and planting his knee in the thugs groin. Doubling up in agony, his face met an onrushing elbow, before Shaeffer swept his legs from under him, sending the big man crashing to the floor.
‘So they keep telling me,’ he muttered, before turning to Jupitus with a loud voice. ‘Well, I think I proved a point. You reckon the others’ll move away, or do you want to show them Lord DarkShadow in action as well?’
Eyes widening in shock at both the speed in which their companion had fallen, and at the name, the other three backed away, before leaving the alley hastily.
Shaking his head, Jupitus grinned. ‘Not bad Shaeff, though I didn’t think you were a practitioner in the whole dirty fighting thing?’ Glancing down at the unconscious thug, Shaeffer shrugged, before rubbing his knee gingerly. ‘Well, he had balls, I’ll give him that.’
Alright. Last one for a while. Until Saturday at least. I have new scenes written, but want to keep a few ahead of myself.
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bump ^^
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keep it comin m8, enjoyin it so far
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keep up the good work
Finally read the whole damned thing... very nice work mate keep it up :~)
P.S. If you don't write more soon I may just have to kick your arse again ;~)
Finally read the whole damned thing... very nice work mate keep it up :~)
P.S. If you don't write more soon I may just have to kick your arse again ;~)
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haha
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oooooo look, serb the SWG man finally had time to come visit us
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Serbitar
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dont mention the war !
Serb the SWG man is still bloody waiting for the damn thing to be delivered...
After discovering that the place i originally ordered from wouldnt be getting a delivery till the 21st july, then finding another place that wouldnt be getting it till the 17th July i decided to go all 'under-handed' and buy some blokes copy over ebay for £30 so i'll now be getting it in 4-5 days time ish... w00t etc...
Serb the SWG man is still bloody waiting for the damn thing to be delivered...
After discovering that the place i originally ordered from wouldnt be getting a delivery till the 21st july, then finding another place that wouldnt be getting it till the 17th July i decided to go all 'under-handed' and buy some blokes copy over ebay for £30 so i'll now be getting it in 4-5 days time ish... w00t etc...
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Nice reads, would be good with some drawings to
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would that be this Saturday ? for the next installment ??? I bloody well hope so .
Excellent read
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Excellent read
Later