The Man in black

I do not own any SC3 chars and just wished I did... but not voldo.. he's wierd.

OC, Violence (one scene), and suggestive themes (is that one?)

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Chapter four
Ashes and dust

~ Finally.. he had been given his own border garrison, he would have his first real taste of battle.
He was smiling until he saw the enemy units coming up the road. The intel he had been given
was incorrect... there were many more than perviously indicated. "shit, Arneas! get back to HQ and protect it!"
Peyton turned his attention back to the advances units and rose his hooked sword above his head.
As the army was almost upon them he gave the order... charge..~

He awoke to the feeling of rain hitting his face.
It was early in the morning, the first signs of light of the new day arched across the
sky on the horizon. Peyton pulled himself to his feet wearily, sitll numb from the numbing poison
coursing through his body.
The girl was alot more powerful than she had been during their previous encounter, back
during the Grandallian campaign, but then so had he.

He searched the camp for any survivors.. and perhaps things of value (They're dead, it's not like they needed it).
There were several people's bodies who were not present in the camp.
It seemed as if the fire had claimed only a few of the people who had actually been in the caravan.
The gruff man was cut to peices and the elderly man appeared to be (until further inspection showed that he was actually just asleep).
He did find a few things of value, he found about twenty peices of gold and, more importantly, a weapon to his liking.
it was nothing more than a rusty old paddle that had adorned the back of one of the wagons but
to a weaponless man it suited him just fine. He tested it's weight in his hands, it was big enough to suite his fighting style..
He held it behind him with his right hand and put his left hand a little bit in front of the handle.
Peyton swung it at the nearest tree, splintering through it with a resounding crunch.Concluding that the rusty old thing would actually be a decent weapon
he strapped it to his back. He took one last look behind him towards the stream before rushing off through the woods...

Tryst awoke to the sound of thunder. She yawned and stretched before bolting upright.
The man in the black robe was nowhere to be found. Tryst frowned, she had never
even thought to ask what his name was. She walked over to where she had thrown her clothes
and made a face, They were soaked! she shivered as she put her clothes on. She could make out the
dim light of a nearby town, which she made her way towards in relative haste (storming, durka durka).

She must have been quite a sight, standing in front of the innsman, soaking wet with a puddle forming at her feet.
The dirty old innsman eyed her up and down, Tryst did not like it at all but asked "S-sir, do you h-have a room?"
"aye, that a do lass, but it'll be ten gold peices" he said. TEN PEICES?! for a room in this disgusting old inn?
she had been hoping for five, since that was all she had. The innsman grinned at her,"but if
yah don't 'ave the gold then i'm sure we could come to some sort of arrangement" chuckled the dirty old man.

Tryst panicked, she did not want to have to sell herself in this way, not again.
she knew she would not have to money but she checked anyway, to find that she had thirty-five peices, where she had only had five.
Where had the money came from? she could not think of where she may have otten it until it suddenly hit her...
"That man", she mumbled. The innsman, looking puzzled, just scratched his scraggly beard.
"Very well then!" exclaimed Tryst, "ten gold!". The innsman grumbled as he pocketed the gold and motioned towards the stairs.
Tryst mad her way up the stairs and hung her clothes over the dresser to let them dry, keeping the gold in a pouch around her waiste.
as she waited for her clothes to dry and the rain to stop she thought of the gold and that man...
The gold would sustain her for a little while (plus the gold she would steal from the innsman the following morning)
Tryst looked out the window and into the howling storm outside. "Thank you", she said...
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Are these not long enough? cause i could make them longer but i rather like the short - medium style.