Saturday, September 30, 2006

Sin Smithy

The rain poured from the sky as Smithy walked carefully through the Jungle. Every bough seemed to bend downward, drunk under the weight of the water.

A few wet fronds dragged across his mask, but he didn't notice. His eyes were focused only on his quarry.

He had been following this group for some time now. They were terribly lethal, as several Mandragoras could no doubt attest, but they were getting sloppy. Their technique was suffering as they began to tire.

Their latest opponent, yet another Mandragora in a string of grisly killings, fell to their onslaught.

Smithy would make them pay. He would make them pay for every last one.

All he had to do was wait for his opening. Smithy bided his time carefully. Then, as heleaned to crush a cigarette beneath his boot, he heard an almost lyrical sound as the perfect opportunity presented itself.

WhiteMage>> (( White Mage )) MP: 12/225 ---> 5%

Their White Mage, their only true hope in any real conflict, was out of mana.

The time was right.

Smithy sprung from the shadows like a bullet from the barrel of a gun. Before they could even register what was happening, two of their group had already been taken. A third would soon join them.

Their leader turned and ran. A coward.

Smithy ended the two remaining party members, two Taru mages, with a sweep of his sword. Their mystical chants died in their sliced throats, their magic dying with it.

He chased the leaer deeperinto the jungle. In his hurry to escape, he had apparently gotten turned around and was running aimlessly through the paths and caverns.

Smithy tracked him across half the jungle until finally finding him crouching at the base of a tree, shivering from the cold damp in his clothes.

He looked up at Smithy with wide pleading eyes and, just for a second, he saw a slight glimmer of mercy behind the cold darksteel of his mask.

But that second was only one, that moment of mercy only fleeting.

With an almost graceful flourish, Smithy swung his blade and delivered one last killing stroke. The coward died as cowards should, his back full against the Earth, his face full of tears.

Smithy quietly lit another cigarette and started his long walk back home.


Anonymous Aluus said...

HA! First. =P

1:02 AM  
Anonymous Raine said...

This feels like some AIM brain hurts now. That or 5+ hours of CoP

1:40 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...


Excellent Noir Smithy.

1:47 AM  
Blogger Kittos said...

T_T bootifuls
T_T *tear*

2:18 AM  
Blogger Vaare Valentino said...

Have my children?

Yeah.. I'm a guy... lonely, too....

Very poetic. Rivals the 'Bannable Offenses' blog.

2:48 AM  
Anonymous Guy with a stick in his ass said...

OMG you made a typo in your 12th paragraph! U SUXZ!!!1oneone!

3:40 AM  
Blogger Carrin said...

Good spoof of the style. -_^

Not as good as the last, but still pretty frikken awesome.

4:38 AM  
Blogger Ginner_Ben said...

Wow, love the syle. Truly amazing writing talent.

*Is jealous*

5:49 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Heh, thats neat man. You can really write in any kind of style there is.

Now I'd like to see you do an episode of crime solving, cluuedo, Sherlock Holmes kind of style.


8:45 AM  
Blogger Carrin said...

Heh, Pathfinder could be his Boswell. XD

4:52 PM  
Blogger Drescher the Great said...

Nice style. That's pretty cool.

5:01 PM  
Anonymous AI said...

Smithy Noir

Meh, I liked it

10:14 AM  
Blogger Thistle said...

Wow, I like this one a lot! The ending was great. :)

And I'm finally back from vacation, so now I get to catch up with a week's worth of posts. Yay!

11:30 AM  
Anonymous token black guy said...

word up wody! wewt! you shoulda banged dat white mage yo! you know that white mages be goin down like woah holla!!!!!

1:08 PM  
Anonymous Kishani said...

"The coward died as cowards should, his back full against the Earth, his face full of tears."

Woot, it was an Elvaan!

4:19 PM  
Anonymous Lucinus said...

Excellent read.

3:39 PM  

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