![]() Chapter 1: Bruno and the Wandering JournerA Chapter by DarkCrono15![]() Talon and Willard enter a musky run down tavern at Silverthorne City and run into some trouble with a small band of ruffians. Talon handles the trouble the only way he knows how!![]() Talon and Willard arrived in the small town of Silverthorne, just on the outskirts of Valor Forest. The two had been walking for two nights, and, as Willard was quick to point out the minute they saw small stone buildings from afar, it was high time for a drink and a rest! Once in the town, Willard led the way to the nearest pub, which was called “The Wandering Journer.”
The pub was crowded with loud ruffians and battle scarred travelers from near and far. After entering the tavern, Talon and Willard parted ways. Willard searched out the most beautiful girl in the tavern and warmed up his “gallant knight” routine, while Talon went to the bar to enjoy a much needed drink.
Upon placing his order, the marksman sat in silence doing his best to drown out all the noise within the room. During his intense training to be a sniper, Talon developed impeccably keen hearing, which was invaluable in times of battle. In times of sitting a bar full of drunks, however, amplified hearing was a severe annoyance. Try as he might, the blue haired warrior still overheard the mindless babble of the inferior buffoons around him.
“I’m telling you!” A large man sitting at a table behind Talon said to his group, “This country would be nothing if it wasn’t for General Lucian! He truly is the greatest warrior to have walked the earth! The man is a real hero…and in times such as these, it’s good to know people like him exist!”
As the bartender placed Talon’s drink in front of him, the
archer couldn’t help but snort loudly in objection to the man’s comment.
“Lucian…A true hero?…Please!” Talon muttered, as he took a drink. As the wonderfully cold and refreshing brew went down his throat, the mouthy marksman heard the sound of men pushing their chairs back, standing up, and walking towards him.
“Hey there friend,” the large man’s voice, who spoke before, was much closer to Talon. “I must have misheard you from my table, but it sounded like you disagreed with me when I said General Lucian is a true hero. I guess the brew here does some crazy things to our senses, because I can’t imagine why anyone would say that, can you?”
Talon chuckled as he put his glass down. “You didn’t mishear anything. I found humor in that wonderful and almost poetic piece of fiction that you just said, you know…about Lucian being the most powerful warrior to walk the planet, and about him being a hero and all…really, you should consider becoming a court jester!”
One of the large man’s cronies spoke, as he placed his hand firmly on Talon’s shoulder. “I don’t know where you come from, but around here, we treat our war heroes with respect!” Talon quickly glared at the man who put his hand on the archer's shoulder. The man slowly moved his hand off Talon's body, and tried to give the facade that he wasn't frightened.
“You pompous, ungrateful son of a…” another man from Talon’s right grunted in anger. The tavern, which was so full of merry laughter, ill humor, and out of control drinking, was now silent. All eyes were on Talon, and the three men that were surrounding him.
“Hold on a second, boys.” The large man said, as he motions his friends to take a step back with his hands.
“But Bruno,” one of the men said, “This guy is…”
“I knew I recognized you from somewhere.” Bruno said to Talon, “You’re that archer that is with the Valor Mercenaries…yeah, I’ve heard about you! You’re the one that kept flipping sides! You’re started with Lucian and his team, then you ditched them to join Nazrogoth, and then, when it looked like the Empire was going to lose, you switched sides again! Sure, that’s all we’ve heard of you, I always wonder if you ever did anything to contribute to Lucian and his army…but now that I see you in flesh, I can tell you’re nothing but a little weasel who was trying to capitalize on a war!”
“Oh yeah, you’re right boss!” Bruno’s other crony said with a wry smile, “What was this punk’s name…Taylor? Tassle? T…”
“It's Talon.” The sly warrior said, as he rose to his feet, “Obviously, you big ugly oafs need a history lesson, because if you were smarter then you look, you’d know that before Lucian was even wielding a sword, I was working for the Valor Mercenaries! You call Lucian a great war hero, I know him as the spoiled brat he is…He just got lucky, that’s all…he was in the right place at the right time! But don’t worry; now that I’m not with those wannabe mercenaries…you’ll probably start hearing a lot more about me! I’ll give you a warrior that’s actually worth talking about!”
“So you’re not with the Valor Mercenaries eh?” Bruno said as he cracked his knuckles. “That’s great, weasel! Here’s the thing, I couldn’t have beaten you up if you were one of Lucian’s men…that’s just disrespectful. But as you’re not one of his companions anymore, there’s nothing wrong with us clobbering you!”
“Don’t waste my time.” Talon said as he started to walk past Bruno, Thing 1, and Thing 2. “I didn’t come here for a fight.”
“Oh but you found one!” Bruno said coldly, “You see, the way I see it is you’re probably pretty good with a bow...and attacking people from far away when they don’t expect it. Up close, you probably wouldn’t know what to do in combat! That’s why you run around with that big blue armor wearing giant that you came in with…but as he’s upstairs with some girl right now, so I guess that leaves you as one defenseless little weasel. You say you don’t respect General Lucian, eh? Well, we’ll beat some respect into you!”
Bruno threw his fist towards Talon, who quickly ducked. As the swift sniper lowered his body, he grabbed Bruno's hand and pulled the large man over his head, slamming him onto a table. Upon impact, the wooden legs gave out and the table broke with Bruno’s body on top of it. Thing 1 and Thing 2 rushed to their boss’s aid, but Talon quickly grabbed two of the wooden legs, twirled around, and beat them each in the stomach and behind the head, knocking them out. As Bruno tried to get up, Talon swiftly turned around again, and withdrew a small dagger from his sash and placed it at Bruno’s neck.
“You’re a fool to think I can’t handle myself in close range.” Talon sneered at the beat up giant, “But I wouldn’t expect any better from a lowlife from you.” Talon contemplated killing the man on the spot, but he was distracted by a slow sound of a pair of hands clapping to his left.
The blue haired man slowly turned his head to see an old man sitting on a table nearby, clapping as if Talon just gave an award winning performance. Talon noticed that his fight with the three ruffians led the majority of the tavern’s customers to clear out, but for some reason, this elderly man stayed.
Do you want to be part of round 2, old timer?” Talon said harshly.
“Oh don’t mind me.” The man replied in a raspy voice, “I was just very impressed with how quickly you took care of those men…of course I would expect nothing less from a sniper like yourself, and one who played such an important role in the fall of Nazrogoth…I was hoping, when you’re done cleaning up the trash over there, you’d be interested in talking with me about a little job I need done.”
Talon stared at the old man, perplexed at what he was saying. After punching Bruno hard in the face and knocking him out, Talon found himself walking towards the man’s table. It was obvious this “little job” was something that involved Talon’s particular skill set, but what Talon was really wondering was if it involved himself making money as well.
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