Hunted

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The mage glanced up to the sun. They had been following him for around half a hour. Smirking to himself he led them on, a dwarf and two elves. The elves were doing their best to stay unnoticed, and lead the way for the dwarf, but he knew they were there. As he lead them on he checked off his protections, he knew the value of being prepared, Mashan had taught him that much. He almost let out a small chuckle, knowing something the trio behind him didnt, that he wasnt the one being hunted. . they were.

He stopped and turned to face the trio following him, glancing to the setting sun.

"Good day for a walk in the night isnt it?"

They stopped and glancing and him, looking quite unsure of themselves. Finally after a few moments the dwarf stepped up.

"Kric Bendt, ya be o' wanted man. . drop yer spells 'n come wit us.. ya head be worth o' lot o' gold i be bettin' 'n i'm sure tha ya dun want ta lose it quite now"

He stood there, frowning at them and looking them over. The dwarf was wearing plate, and seemed to know how to use the axe of his. The elves had longs bows and swords. He frowned. . he needed them closer.

"In if I dont wish to come with you?"

The dwarf responded, "Then ya will be dead. .three against one. . I wuldnt be likin' tha odds if i were ya."

He smirked as a vision came to his head. . one of the three fools bowing before him, the flesh falling off of their soon to be rotting bones.

"Very well then."

He held out his hands in front of him as they surrounded him.

"I choose death."

He acted before they count react, his hands moving before they count react and arcane words of power flowing from his mouth as he cast a spell to hasten himself. The dwarf shouted a curse and swung his axe, trying to take the mage off of his feet. He only hit air. The mage went invisable, and then brought a magical globe covering him. He grinned as he waited to start his next set of spells. They would never know what hit them.

The world exploded.

Thirty seconds later the smoke finally cleared enough to see, revealing a unharmed mage standing in the middle of a smoking crater. Smirking to himself he glanced at three smoking corpses, puddles of molten metal spreading below them. He frowned as he saw one of them move, trying to crawl out away from him. He walks up to it and pins it to the ground with his staff, reconizing it as the dwarf.

"Bad move trying to kill a Red Wizard with only three men."

He sneers and the moaning body and wispers a few words, sending five bolts of magical energy, shattering the already broken body. He grinned and began his work.

Three smoking corpses rose before him, waiting for his instructions. He glances to the quickly cooling puddle of gold where the corpse were laying.

"Pick up the gold. . and bring it to me. I believe I will be expecting more visitors at this rate. Come. . let me show you your new masters home. . my home."


I stink at writing but oh well, was just thinking about this moment today at work ;p

[Mord]

kric bent really was a bastard.

Grand stuff mate.

[Nyarlathotep]

Nice. Now how about some stories about Kric's other adventures. I'd love to hear about the time he saw a rat in the Enclave or when he tried to start up a warg ranching operation.

[Riotnrrd]

I could tell some interesting Kric stories... and probably will some day.