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Post by Brutus De Ronheart on Apr 8, 2007 17:27:53 GMT -5
“Understood” Brutus said calmly as he looked down to the little man, signaling him to take on of the bracelets. Poor Leyroy’s wrist were way to small for the braclet, he looked as if he were to fall to his knees in despair, but then he got an idea. Smiling, he placed the bracelet around his neck.
Brutus wasn’t paying attention the whole time as he took one of the silver rings and placed it on his wrist. When he looked at Leyroy, his eyes slammed shut because tears were about to burst out. Brutus fell on his knees as he found it hard to breath and started to pound at the floor. “AHAHAHAHAHA!!” The laughter built up before it burst out of his mouth like a cannon.
“What?” Leyroy looked at him confused “Why do you laugh at Leyroy huh? Ah, you think its funny big man!? Let me get ah hold of your hair, then well see who’s funny!”
Brutus wrestled with the little man as he tried to breath, but he couldn’t do it, he just kept laughing. His face became a bright red. He hasn’t laughed like this in a long time, maybe it was because for once, since being slaved, he was happy.
“ah heh heh.. ok little buddy..were going to get in trouble..” Brutus stood up and whipped the tears from his wet eyes. “ahhehhaha… oh man..”
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Post by Brutus De Ronheart on Apr 8, 2007 19:02:20 GMT -5
The two men settled themselves and decided it would be best to go to their room. When they were lead by a maid, they were surprised by the quality. Actual bed with pillows, it was amazing. Leyroy immediately dove on it and started to jump. Brutus shook his head, feeling a bit mature. “Your one odd individual..”
The little man really didn’t care, he was happy, hyper, and having the time of his life. Brutus on the other hand decided to take a look around. He found a nice silk robe. “I’m guessing this is for are use.” Snatching the soft cloth, he found a changing room and helped himself.
They spent most of their time through the night doing random things like playing on the chess board. They didn’t know the rules, so they just made them up. Then they played cards.
It was now time to get some rest, it was getting late. Brutus got under the covered and snuggled in. Leyroy did the same. Brutus looked to the ceiling with an odd expression. “Leyroy?”
“Yes Brute?”
“Can we mention this to no one?”
“Me was thinking the same.”
The two men then closed their eyes and slept in bed together.
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Post by Brutus De Ronheart on Apr 8, 2007 19:11:34 GMT -5
Brutus would wake in the middle of the night in a sweat. He had an awful dream, the one he had often, the dream which was once reality. The death of his dear wife. Her neck snapping like a twig while he was held down by soldiers and forced to watch to his devastating horror. After he woke with a slightly loud scream, who glanced at Leyroy, out like a light. Brutus got out of bed and paced around for awhile. Since the man couldn’t sleep, he decided to go for a little walk.
Before the man passed Iestyn’s room, he stopped at her door, listening. He lightly knocked on the door. “Iestyn?” There was no answer. Was she in trouble? She said earlier she wouldn’t be that long.
Cautiously, he turned her doorknob, walking inside to her room. If he were caught, he’d be in major trouble for intruding her privacy, but what if she were in some kind of danger. Brutus really didn’t want to end back up where he was, so he was going to check things out.
“Iestyn?” He called out in a faint whisper. She was nowhere to be found.
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Post by Brutus De Ronheart on Apr 8, 2007 19:28:45 GMT -5
The room was rather empty meaning she must to a lot of traveling. This place was pretty much bare. Brutus poked his head out the window, hoping to see her somewhere. No sign of her. Brutus couldn’t believe how worried he was getting over this, she was probably fine, but there was always that chance. A chance he wasn’t going to take.
The new servant to mistress Iestyn stormed to his room, grabbing his Gladius. Proceeding back to the woman’s room, he discreetly snuck through the window. Dropping to the ground, he supported himself with his hands so he wouldn’t fall. Sure was cold, then again, he was wearing a robe that was nearly see through, then it struck him, this was fitted for a woman. That explains why it was so tight.
Whatever that didn’t matter now. Brutus looked to his left and to his right before going up a random dark alleyway, his fingers gripping tightly on his sword. Brutus had a dreary feeling about this, but had much to lose if she were dead. Where was she?
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Post by Brutus De Ronheart on Apr 8, 2007 22:23:10 GMT -5
Brutus quickly pressed himself against the wall as he heard voices in the shadows about ten feet away. He listened closely to their conversation.
“Did you see Marcus the other day?”
“No I didn’t, why do you ask?”
“Because I have a message for him….”
“And what would that be?”
Suddenly a bright flash went off and there was the sound of a man screaming. He got a quick glimpse of an elvish man pointing a thin stick at the other man. What exactly was going on?
“You there! Human!”
Brutus froze as he saw a sudden flash of light beam at him. The magic impacted against his torso before he knew it, sending him back onto the middle of the street. Brutus gritted his teeth as he could smell burnt flesh airing off his body. Magic hurt like hell.
This elvish man walked toward him in graceful strides. “Pathetic human, you just witnessed something you shouldn’t have, now your going to die for it. I’ll be sure to tell the owner of this stupid slave that he died from his own foolishness.” Smiling, he aimed the weird looking stick down at Brutus’ face.
The experience gladiator quickly slashed across the mage’s hand, cutting it clearly off with his sword. The elven man hissed and fell back as his dead hand landed on the road. Blood stained crimson on his expensive looking clothing. “d**n you! d**n you to hell!!”
Brutus rolled over onto his feet and ran for it.
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Post by Brutus De Ronheart on Apr 8, 2007 22:39:22 GMT -5
The earth started to shake and the rode suddenly started to shift ahead of him. It rose about eight feet before two arms formed and then legs. Bright red eyes snapped open and the golem stepped from where it was summoned.
The elvish man held his bloody nub and laughed at the human. “Now you’ll pay.. try and stop that!” The elven man turned and ran away from the battle while Brutus had his full attention to the stone being before him.
Brutus twirled his sword around skill fully. *d**n it!* he thought to himself * I should have never left my room!*
The stone golem lifted its large arm, balling its fat stony fingers into a enormous fist. He swung down, smashing into the stone surface, because Brutus stepped to the side. Brutus then quickly swung down on its arms a few times before it moved it away.
Just by those few attacks, he at least formed somewhat of a crack near the elbow. The large stone being then took a slow right hook, but the human, who was much faster, ducked under the attack and sliced at the creatures knee, not doing much damage. *I really wish I stayed there! But what about Iestyn!? d**n!*
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Post by Brutus De Ronheart on Apr 8, 2007 22:53:48 GMT -5
So the fought was on, and the odds were very slim, it was just like being in the gladiators once again, but this time, there was no crowd, only his life on the line. His mistress wouldn’t be too happy if she just found him dead on the street, so he had to build the courage and strength to take this creature down.
The golem snatched a hold of the human and rose him up above his head, just to throw him back down onto the road. He then would pick him up once again while he was down and throw him once again, but this time he was airborne and landed on top of a roof.
Brutus moan in pain as he tasted the fresh blood in his mouth. The sword still remained in his grasp, there was no way he was going to drop it, this weapon was the only thing he had against the creature. Now he was starting to wish he would have left his armor behind. The man got up and jumped a few roofs to confuse the golem. Its red eyes scanned the perimeter. The stone creature started to pace around searching for him, just what he wanted it to do.
The man waited in the darkness until it was right under his feet. He then jumped from the roof, landing on its shoulders, wrapping his legs firmly across the thing’s throat. He then would repeatedly stab down onto its head.
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Post by Brutus De Ronheart on Apr 8, 2007 23:09:32 GMT -5
The stone golem went nuts and jumped around like a mad bull with a cowboy holding onto its back. It tried to reach up and grab him, but was too broad and didn’t have the right structure to do so.
Brutus pulled all his might into each on of his blows until the back of its head started to split. The golem continued to stomp around and finally charged at on of the building head first. The gladiator’s eyes widened and he untangled himself from the beings throat, letting him slid back off its back. The golem slammed right into the building, leaving a giant indent and broken rock behind. The thing would then turn and glare with malice.
This thing was defiantly much stronger and durable, the only way to win this battle was to keep playing smart. It was the only chance of winning he had. The golem paused a moment and looked to the floor before picking up a chunk of rock that busted off the building, or him, Brutus wasn’t sure. Then to his surprise, it let out a very low tone bellow of laughter before throwing the heavy stone right at him.
Brutus covered his head and rolled to the side before the stone smashed just milliseconds of where he was at before, shattering like glass.
Brutus growled at the thing and charged in at it with a raised sword. Swinging, his weapon meet the arm of the creature and then was pushed backwards with brute force. The man tripped and fell on his back. *Not good!* The golem would raise it two hundred pound force and try to stamp on him as if he were an ant on the pavement.
The Roman man quickly rolled out of the way and jumped on his feet. This was getting to close, this creature was way to hard to kill head on.
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Post by Brutus De Ronheart on Apr 8, 2007 23:20:58 GMT -5
The golem took a random light pole, yanking it from the ground. His body then started to spin in fast circles as he built moment them before releasing the iron pole. Brutus dried to drop under it, but it caught him right up under the arms. The weight brought him down quickly onto the floor. The beam was heavy as hell and Brutus struggled to get it off. “Agh!”
He could hear the loud footsteps coming. Not only did he hear it, but could feel the ground shake harder and harder as it came near. Brutus’ muscles tensed incredibly as he slowly started to life to bar from his body. “NNGGHH!!”
The golem was getting closer by each thundering step and the ground rumbled harder. Brutus slowly with all his strength moved the pole aside and got up with the golem being only a few feet away.
The stone thing arched back its fist and impaled the wall as Brutus ducked out of the way. When the creature tempted to pull back its fist, it was stuck. The golem would then start to fight with the wall trying to free his arm.
Brutus’ hands were empty. His eyes searched in a panic for his sword, finding it only a few feet away, he snatched it up into his hand. Turning toward the creature he swung down with all of his might cutting the arm clearly off. The stone figure then fell onto his back with a loud thud.
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Post by Brutus De Ronheart on Apr 8, 2007 23:29:25 GMT -5
Brutus chance was now, he ran to the creature stabbing the golem in the stomach with both hands on the handle to add extra strength into the blow. The sword dug right into the stone and a giant crack slithered up its body resembling the image of lightning. The golem them collapsed into chunks of stone.
The human, who was out of breath, fell to his knees holding his side. Broken ribs were always worse, it was the after effect that got to you. When that pole hit him like that, it must have fractured and broke a few ribs. He looked down where it hurt, it was already starting to swell. People were most likely going to send someone to check out the scene, so he ran into the first alleyway he came by.
Here he would hide out for a few hours. No one would find him here, he found himself a nice crate to huddle in. Brutus whipped the blood with his forearm and looked at it. Whoever that elven man was, was sure to come after again. Not only for cutting off his hand, but for defeating his golem as well.
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Post by Brutus De Ronheart on Apr 9, 2007 0:29:13 GMT -5
Brutus had to think up a lie as he fell face first into his bed after hiding in that crate a long while. The police were looking around, but had no clue of what the hell happened. All they found was some blood that belonged to an elf and some stones. Brutus managed not to get caught, but that wasn’t his worry at the moment. What was he going to tell Iestyn if she turned out to be not missing and just found out he was out in the middle of the night fighting with things he shouldn’t be.
The first night didn’t even pass yet and he was causing trouble. The human just sighed feeling miserable, he was really going to feel this one in the morning. Brutus never was a trouble maker, just tends to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. He didn’t want to witness some murder, he could really care less of their affairs.
What was he going to tell her? Right, he would tell her that his robe caught on fire while he decided to puff at one of those fancy looking cigars. Yeah, that would be his lie, which would likely fail because he was horrible at bluffing. Every time he lied, he’d always glimpse to his right, dead give away.
Maybe she just wouldn’t notice and he could just forget all of this just never happened. There was no elf, no golem trying to smash his head in, he could just forget it all and pretend it never happened.
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Post by Iestyn Belzir on Apr 9, 2007 9:05:08 GMT -5
It was sometime near dawn before Iestyn returned to her room. Hopefully the gladiators hadn't noticed. Hopefully they were taking advantage of their freedom and wandering the town having a good time. She slipped into her room silently and washed up in the bathroom. Blood was dried to her hands and face, but it wasn't hers.
The only wounds Iestyn had were two fractured ribs in her right side and a headache. Nothing major. Nothing she couldn't deal with. After she was washed up she collapsed on her bed and slept until morning. Once the sunlight hit her eyes she awoke and changed into a fresh tunic and leggings. She fitted her belt on her hips properly again and rubbed where the pummel of her sword had impressed into her skin through the night.
She yawned and stretched, leaving her room and making her way to where the boys were staying. She knocked on their door sufficiantly. "Come on, breakfast time." She called before turning and heading downstairs for breakfast slowly, careful not to twist her body too much and cause herself pain.
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Post by Brutus De Ronheart on Apr 9, 2007 11:17:24 GMT -5
Brutus woke to the sudden sound of a tapping on his door. His eyes opened quickly then closed again ignoring it until he heard Ieastyn’s voice. His eyes then shot open and he quickly got on his feet. Shaking Leyroy to wake up, Brutus moved to the door, completely forgetting he was still wearing the torn robe. His abs were still burn and there was dry blood on his lower lip. The right side of his ribs were bruised and was possible anyone could notice.
“Come on Leyroy!” Shouted Brutus “Get up!”
Leyroy groaned and slipped onto his feet, wobbling around as he walked toward them. His bushy hair stuck straight up from the way he fell asleep on his pillow.
“What’s for breakfast?” Brutus asked. You could tell that the man was happy to see Iestyn, he was starting to believe that she was dead. “You sure were out late last night. I came over to your to check in on you, but you were gone.”
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Post by Brutus De Ronheart on Apr 11, 2007 17:30:20 GMT -5
The thought then struck Brutus as he realized his robe was pretty well being up. His cheeks lightly flushed and he took a step back while looking down at his mistress’ feet. “I uh.. Had a rough night.. I’m uh..going to go and get on my proper clothes.”
Brutus pushed Leyroy, shutting the door quickly behind him. His little friend just blinked and looked around, unsure of what was going on. Leyroy’s pail eyes looked to Iestyn for some kind of answer.
Brutus went into the bathroom, grabbing his gladiator clothes, buckling himself in with gritted teeth. How could he have been so stupid, she defiantly is going to know something was up? He was going to be castrated, plain and simple; she was going to give him a punishment that every man has nightmares about. Even the biggest and bravest of warriors were scared of such a penalty. They’d rather drive their own sword into their rock hard stomachs.
Snatching his gladius from the bed side, he strapped it onto his belt, just incase he might need it. He was starting to learn to expect the unexpected, especially in alley ways. Brutus learned his lesson from that already.
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Post by Brutus De Ronheart on Apr 11, 2007 17:38:03 GMT -5
Brutus burst through the door and helped himself down the steps. “Alright, let’s get us something to eat, I’m starving.” Hopefully that was enough of a cover up for the time being. He chuckled “I can’t believe I forgot to change back into my normal clothing. I wonder what people were thinking wearing that nicely designed robe?”
Leyroy just blinked some more and looked up at his mistress once more. Something wasn’t right, Brutus was covering something up. The man must have done something very naughty, like snooping around in the mistress’ room. That would most defiantly be a no no.
Brutus picked out a nice spot to eat and sat down. “This should do.” He said calmly before he’d let out a chuckle “You’ll never guess what happened to me last night Leyroy!”
“What happened Brute?”
“Well, you were fast asleep and I was wearing that nice white robe. Well, when I went to blow out the candle, it was like I struck a match on my clothing, because I lit up like a d**n Christmas tree. I’m surprised you didn’t hear my cry, then again, you were fast asleep.”
“I wondered what that smell was….”
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