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It was a dark and gloomy night.
Kyros was out in the night, scouting for any possible leads on a Monk's whereabouts. Sweat ran down his brow, burning his eyes, his long black hair plastered to his head.
Sir Blake of the Horadric Legion had sent out a few men, who had so far only found one lead, an old building that looked similar to a Monastery. Two men stayed behind to scope out the place. Meanwhile the rest of them split into different directions.
For days Kyros traveled to no avail. The weather began to act strange for this climate. Days turned to night quicker than normal. On top of that, each night grew longer. Kyros pressed on thinking the answer could be right around the corner. The further he pressed the colder it got. Last night clouds started to form and today those clouds were pitch-black.
Clearly a storm was brewing, but it was far from natural. These clouds weren't flowing with the wind; instead they appeared to gather in one location. Kyros spent the day circling around to confirm his assumption. All the clouds were being pulled towards a central point, only to push those already there out. The cycle continued, clearly not a natural storm after all.
The source looked like it came from a small village in the valley below. For a moment Kyros was scared to carry on, his hands shaking uncontrollably. But he found the needed courage and headed down to investigate. Once he entered the village he noticed all the windows and doors were boarded up. Just then a loud thunder clap vibrated his ear drums. Hands covered ears as he launched himself into a nearby bush for cover. He checked himself and was relieved when he realized he didn't wet himself. The scout briefly chuckled at himself for being so skittish.
The thunder never ceased. Instead it grew longer and louder. Kyros looked up expecting to see a sky lit up by flashes of lightning and was amazed to find none. In fact it looked like the lightning was internal. It served only to peak his interest. The clouds themselves were flashing, like a song was being played by some genius musician. He had been sent out to find something, and he had certainly had found something.
With curiosity Kyros paid close attention to the storm, attempting to find its center. It wasn't an easy task seeing as there was no clear 'eye of the storm,' but he managed to gauge an approximate location. The village was like a small maze with many small alleyways leading to dead ends.
It wasn't every day a Horadric soldier could be found sneaking throughout the streets. He attempted to keep to the shadows. Not really thinking about it, since the village seemed to be abandoned after all. In the grand scheme of things however it was for the best. Someone or Something caused this storm. The Legion didn't mention any abandoned villages as they conquered the land.
The closer to the center he got, the worse the storm seemed to behave. Almost as if it was warning him not to proceed. Before long the thunder was so loud had to cover his ears with increasing pressure. To make matters worse, it started to rain, and not just any rain - sharp painful rain, aimed right at his face with the aid of a harsh wind.
Kyros covered his face as best he could before he peaked through a small gap in his arms. Perhaps it wasn't his presence that made the storm worse. Before his eyes the wind circled one building, an Inn of all places. The lights were even on inside, Kyros wasn't sure if he could make it any closer to investigate the matter further. The wind and rain circled the building so quick it looked like a tornado was forming.
It was now or never. He sprang forward, dashing for the door. Five steps later he pushed on as hard as his body would allow. As if in slow motion the man crept forward, before a strong gust flung him off his feet on to his side in a painful thud. His armor weighed him down. It was just too heavy and had to be removed promptly. Little by little his armor was undone and flung away to join the storm, until only his padded leather under armor remained. Well that and his sword. Couldn't risk losing that.
With all that weight removed he started to crawl through the mud towards his goal. One body length remained, his muscles began to burn and ache yet he pressed on. Something whizzed by his head with such force it threatened to tumble him over. Shocked by the mere speed of the object he looked up, only to see a piece of his discarded metallic armor flying straight for him. Without any time to react, his own armor crashed into his ribcage. Bones cracked in agonizing pain and Kyros rolled on to his back grasping at his side, as tears flowed from his eyes.
The powerful and raging storm picked up his body like a rag doll and tossed him around. Right when he thought his life would end the storm threw him. He screamed as his body was tossed at the building he had been attempting to reach the whole time. Wood splintered in every direction as his body was thrown through the door of the Inn. Kyros slid to a halt twenty feet within.
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Kyros picked himself up and brushed the dust and splinters from his body, as everyone went about their business and the music began again. There was a slight pain to his side as he breathed. 'Weird, I must have landed harder than I thought.' He couldn't for the life of him remember why he was here, something to do with a Knight and a...
His thoughts were interrupted once he spotted the most amazing and beautiful strawberry blond woman he had ever seen standing in the corner. Slowly rotating her hips to the music, her hands ran along her sexy body. Her hair brought out her jade eyes, alluring and stunning.
All of a sudden he felt very parched, he needed a drink real bad. He stared to walk and make his way to the bar, noticing how packed the place was. Every table was full; a musician played as scantily clad women danced. The bar maids scurried around delivering food and drinks.
The red haired woman looked his way and for a moment their eyes met. Kyros blushed and turned his focus back to the bar. Once he reached it he gasped in pain as he leaned against it. He couldn't have bruised a rib from that fall, could he have? He gestured for a drink that was promptly passed to him faster than he could blink.
Kyros gulped down the drink and enjoyed the feeling it caused as he felt the cold beverage course through his veins. The wine's bouquet filled his nostrils, as he closed his eyes and savored the taste and smell. Rather than feel refreshed he desired more and greedily took it. Before he realized it the glass was empty. He let out a sigh to announce the drink's great taste. Another glass was slid his way, and another. With two down he grabbed the third and turned to observe the room.
The first thing he noticed was his pain was numbed more or less and new feelings turned in his gut. The music was soothing to his ears. He admired a dancer entertaining a group of men; movement caught his attention in the corner of his eye. It looked like there was a storm outside, but that couldn't be right. He just stumbled into the building and didn't remember a storm.
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ve got a bad feeling about this.
Come to think about it, the harder he tried to remember how he got here, the more thirsty he got. Taking another sip of his drink quickly calmed those thoughts. Slowly he relaxed into the bar and sighed. It tasted so good no words could describe it.
His gaze fell upon the beautiful strawberry blond, who just so happened to have been staring at him this whole time. A stirring in his loins caused him to blush yet again, but he couldn't break eye contact this time.
She returned his gaze with a sultry stare of her own and a sinister grin upon her lips. Freckles littered her skin below her hazel eyes. Her skin was a little too pale for his tastes, yet seemed to bring more attention to her features. Her body radiated sex and little did he know, how bad she needed it. He gulped and sought another sip from his wine.
