The Assassin Comes...  

travelingintexas 41M
3/28/2006 7:56 am
The Assassin Comes...

Medina awoke to the immediate realization that he was soaking wet and freezing. A light drizzle had begun to fall some time during the night, yet he had been so tired he had slept through it. He wanted to get home and had walked much farther yesterday than he had expected. Finding shelter of any kind had proved impossible until he had stumbled upon this grove late last night. He had walked the 40 kiths to Guardian Downs at the beginning of the week to see about opening a trading outpost for his furs. His wife, Faygan, had stayed behind this time rather than make the trip with him. With help hard to find these days, she had to watch the shop and tend to the kids. A tough job for her he knew, and he was excited to get back to them as quickly as possible. As much as he enjoyed being on the road and meeting with his business partners and friends, he enjoyed the company of his wife and two children even more.

Although tending to the children wasn’t quite a true and accurate statement he mused. Both were at or approaching marriageable age. Aina, his daughter of 20 years, while tall and regal in her bearing, had constant flights of fancy and couldn’t be trusted outside for fear she would disappear on some wild quest. Yes, the neighbors had questioned her sanity behind her back, and some with more nerve than sense had questioned him, but they did not understand her. Medina knew this but their impertinency still angered him. She just had an active imagination and Medina and Faygen both loved to listen to her tell her amazing stories.

Shaking the water from his tunic as he sat up, he looked across the plains from within the grove and knew that today would be a difficult walk. With the ground wet and the continuing drizzle soon to become a full blown storm, he would be lucky if he made it home tonight. Tired as he was, he knew he was closer than he originally planned yesterday and he brightened his spirits even more by reminding himself that the worst case would put him in front of his own hearth by tomorrow. Medina reached behind himself and grabbed the leather bag he had used as a makeshift pillow during the night, pulled it between his legs and reached inside. At least the water had not seeped through, he thought to himself. Unwrapping a bundled cloth, he pulled out a hard biscuit that would serve him this morning as his breakfast.

As he took a bite of the hard biscuit and looked out across the plains, his thoughts drifted back to his son. He and Faygen had always wanted to have a son, one that would carry on his name and hopefully the family business. While they had tried unsuccessfully for years to have another child of their own blood, they had been unable, like many in the realm of Caldeheim, to have more than one. However, the One Source had chosen him and Faygen to take on the role of adopted parents to a boy child whose parents had been tragically killed. The boy had proved to be a fire dragon in nature as he grew. A quick smile with an even quicker temper, his son of 17 years, Ryndis, was the light of his life. Oh, he loved his daughter, he most certainly did, but there was just something about that boy that made Medina extremely proud. His thoughts had just turned to the new trading post that he would be opening in Guardian Downs when he sensed movement from behind. By then it was too late.

The hand that silenced Medina’s musing forever was never seen. The knife, in the hand of any normal person, would have done the job flawlessly. Garongen tempered steel, fired in the forges of Gavolins Shrine, was more weapon than most men would need and very few indeed could use it to its fullest capability. The slit across Medina’s throat was accurate and immediately lethal. The outburst of air from the dead mans throat mixed perfectly with the next gust of wind that flowed through the grove. In fact, the only noticeable sound was that of Medina’s body falling fully to the ground. Danod Starakpol Jh'taraith calmly reached down, picked up the fallen hard biscuit, flicked off a few pieces of dirt and took a bite. It’s mission now completed, the knife was now absent, hidden as quickly as it had been produced. Its purpose was past.

The tall, black clad man stood still and silent, stoic there in the quiet grove. Even his chewing of the biscuit was measured and precise. Danod felt nothing for the man named Medina. He had needed eliminating. He was no more. He had others now he would eliminate and if his information was correct he would find them in the same direction the dead man had been scurrying when he had visited the Gods, albeit much quicker than he had anticipated.

As Danod stood there he knew without doubt the direction he would head now. Their scent was upon the wind, the stench not as strong now that Medina’s blood flowed no longer. With deadly accuracy the black clad man headed towards the scent of his bloodlust. The elimination of his quarry would stop the maddening clanging of heartbeats in his head, this time. Until his services were called upon again. There was always a next time.

He sought release and knew well if he did not find his own heart beat soon, it would be lost forever. He had no desire to endure that desecration and slow destruction of his soul. The heartbeats borne by his master upon his blood flow, was a insane sanity upon his entire being. He could not live again until they were eliminated from their taint upon his own bloodstream. The Blood Call Rebirth had begun and Medina had only been a means to an end. Danod’s end. It was an end that signified Danod’s own personal rebirth into the world of true sanity. It was this way every time for him and had been for all of his line throughout the ages. Death was the only way to life, for life, the lives still lived by others, would lead to Danod’s death. Those heartbeats entwined with his would fade as each ones life blood ceased to flow. It was the only way he could be reborn to life.

The name Faygen Kelieth'y soared throughout his body and rode upon his blood. His first step towards her was perfectly placed in the exact direction she now stood. Had there been a living being left in the grove to watch the Jh'taraith Assassin walk out of the grove, it would have seemed to them that Danod completely disappeared as he walked with purpose on this wet, early Day of Remembrance and followed the direction Medina, now growing cold on the earthen floor of the grove, had longed to take.

This is a test write. Another part of the same story was released earlier this week at Art of Agony.... A big thank you to [blog 1hotwahine], [blog citizen_five] and [blog sj365] for their thoughts and advice.

Copyright 2006 Travelingintexas

rm_1hotwahine 62F
21091 posts
3/28/2006 10:00 am

Okay, now we REALLY want part three. Put your arms back on and start writing!

Yeah, I'm still [blog 1hotwahine]

travelingintexas replies on 3/28/2006 10:11 am:
Evidently... pictures of knives arent allowed on this site.... Too bad... I found this really cool one that I thought fit.... Oh well...

You kidding/ My arms are worse today!

LadytoPleaseYou 64F
5447 posts
3/28/2006 10:34 am

come on BaBy don't stop now......

PENIS CHARMING....where are you?

travelingintexas replies on 3/29/2006 8:49 am:
I am trying not too...

Stay on me to get er done!

Durn A.D.D.

HBowt2 58F

3/28/2006 1:28 pm

powerful....excellently written....sooooooooo waiting for more....

travelingintexas replies on 3/29/2006 8:48 am:
Awwwwwww H...

Your just saying that cause you want my twinkies right?

Thanks dear!

Sorceror07 54M

3/28/2006 2:32 pm

hmmm, speaking of 288383

...That which does not kill me merely pisses me off!...

Sorceror07 54M

3/28/2006 2:33 pm

hmmm, speaking of assassins.... How Trav made his great escape part 4 ....the jig is UP!

...That which does not kill me merely pisses me off!...

Sorceror07 54M

3/28/2006 4:36 pm

you've been ressurected! gittyup!!!! How Trav made his great escape part 4 B....the jig is up! ...NOT!!!

...That which does not kill me merely pisses me off!...

travelingintexas replies on 3/29/2006 8:48 am:
Wooooo Hooooo I have been resurrected! AGAIN LMAO

rm_saintlianna 45F
15466 posts
3/28/2006 9:00 pm

Hey Texas, I will do it in the a.m. Right now my eyes are starting to bleed and my brain is thumping. And no, thats not normal, ha!

travelingintexas replies on 3/28/2006 9:03 pm:
Its cool... No rush... Just wanted your feedback if you had time... A third part will be posted tommorow.... Just character sketching really....

Whispersoftly5 52F
15176 posts
3/28/2006 9:23 pm

Blogger criminal - I think you may want to read this. [post 289024]

Your time is short!


travelingintexas replies on 3/29/2006 8:47 am:
***Looks around innocently***


(Thats Texan for Me when spoken in Fran-Ce-vu!)

womanoirish 53F

3/29/2006 12:05 am

Excellent story, Trav. Can't wait for the rest of it.

travelingintexas replies on 3/29/2006 8:46 am:
Thank you your Hootieness! LOL

want2play926 45F

3/29/2006 8:24 am


I am sitting on the edge of my seat waiting for the next part!

travelingintexas replies on 3/29/2006 11:35 am:
The next part is spooling in blog purgatory... which as I have been voted to the position of Blog Purgatory I think I have some semblance of control over. Gotta spit out all the foreign language stuff first though.

On another note, for some clarification, these are the beginnings of the first three chapters in this story. Its characer play and I am still fleshing the story out on the back end. First time I have seriously done this so I am moving a bit slow.

aascrompn 42M
6444 posts
3/29/2006 11:02 am

Very good stuff here, man! Reminds me a bit of Terry Brooks.

travelingintexas replies on 3/29/2006 11:37 am:
I enjoy Terry Brooks stuff too. Other modern day influences include Jordan (who really aggrevates me right now because he is ruining a perfectly good story), Goodkin (who I personally love and consider over the long haul the best epic fantasy writer of today.), Martin who I consider the King of Political fantasy.

Whispersoftly5 52F
15176 posts
3/29/2006 6:28 pm

I just want to tell you that I've been having an absolute blast with all this tag stuff. I've been to so many blogs that I probably never would have been to otherwise. I've discovered some really cool people and blogs and have enjoyed really hardy laughs (much needed at that) reading all the hub-bub about the blogger criminals. As the Warden of Punishment for Blogville, I'll still administer your punishiment once you're convicted. Meanwhile, just wanted to say this is fun!


travelingintexas replies on 3/29/2006 7:33 pm:
If and when I am caught... could you be leniant on me because of the fun times you have had? I dont wanna cry like a nancy girl again!

Please and thank you!


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