Ashnet - the story

Ashnet

A typical meeting
- Okay, is everythin’ clear? – asked Tonga glaring at each of us protractedly.
- Kinda, boss… - answered Bill with a slight lack of confidence.
- ‘Kinda’?! – inquired Tonga with a tint of irritation in his voice and a raised eyebrow.
- I mean, sure thin’ boss – said Bill trying to recover his aplomb.
- Yeah, right… - commented our chieftain Tonga and invited us with a hand gesture to the table. – We’d better get over our plan again, to make sure everythin’ crystal clear.
We all moved deliberately nearer. Tonga took out the map from one of his jacket pockets and unwrapped it. In the dim light of an almost burnt out candle we looked at the scruffy piece of paper covered with crude drawings and digits. I must admit, our leader was not an artist and we could barely get anything from that scrap. Nevertheless, we at least had to feign that we’re curious about our ‘great’ plan and our leader’s affairs. I took a quick glance full of deceitful wonder on the map and then looked around our meeting place. Besides the small candle on the table there was no other source of light. Distinct objects and pieces of furniture produced queer shadows almost as nightmare creatures in appearance. Under the wall facing me there stood two magnificent, mahogany bookshelves in a fairly bad condition. Here and there signs of putrefy and decay were visible. The accumulated dust formed a grayish shroud giving even a more ominous effect. I shivered spontaneously and turned my head towards a painting on the adjacent wall. It fitted in a frame made of silver, now dirty and decolorized. The painting itself depicted Lord James The Just, the founder of the Seraphim Knight Order and the first king of Empire with a gleaming incrusted long sword and a beautiful shield presenting his family crest. The character’s facies was adorned with a golden aureole.
I do not believe he was truly as holy man as presented on this portrait with an aura of righteousness surrounding him. What a shame all this magnificence has gone to oblivion. I smiled, though with irony. Ones great and significant, now decayed and deprived of its grace. Rest of the room was not as interesting, hence I concentrated again on the map. Pity we are forced to change the spot so often. Unfortunately, secrecy of the location and frequent motion between our hideouts are the only methods to avoid getting caught. Despite these deceptions we already lost one man and a good meeting place. Distrust among our group rouse and suspicion of treachery literally “crawled” on each of us all the time. When I drew my attention towards the map ones more suddenly there was knocking on the door of our hideout. Tonga glared at us with suspicion and said:
- Bill, open the door, though be careful, will you?
- Sure thin’, boss. – replied the rogue.
Bill hesitantly drew near the door and looked through the eye. Oddly nobody was there. To make sure that everything was really fine he cautiously opened the door and peeped through them. Again nobody was to be seen. Normal people after such queerness would get back to the room and forget about the situation. However, that was Bill, a true explorer. Somebody with a strong, irresistible desire for new, often unexpected experience. Fully ready to meet the incoming future.
- Bill, get the hell back in!! – I shouted.
- In a second, Ashnet. – the bandit replied still looking through the door.
- What an idiot. – commented Tonga and sighed.
Returning to the plan our chieftain again described me my role in the whole affair, not sparing words of praise referring to my skills. He knew very well why I actually have been drawn in this business. Suddenly, everything went quiet.
- Bill? – I asked.
There was no reply. I and Tonga, full of suspicion, rose from the table and moved towards the door. However, we did not manage to get near as three or four masked and cloaked in black figures tore into the room with a tremendous speed. There was no sign of Bill or even his corpse. We quickly drew our weapons, though, whoever were our adversaries, they acted faster. Three of them already pinned Tonga with their long swords. The blades went through his body with extreme strength and harshness as if a knife slicing through warm butter. They were driven out of the body as rapidly. Blood burst from the wounds spraying the old bookshelves and the portrait of James the Just. Tonga gave the intruders a hollow look and an empty expression on his face, with which he slump to the floor. Luckily for my chieftain he probably did not feel any pain. I already knew my enemies were not mere mortals with fear comparable to my own. I could feel the sinister aura emanating from them. In a brave, but dangerous somersault backwards I avoided the slashes of their deadly blades. Somehow I landed on the edge of the table overturning it and providing me with a slight protection against my foul adversaries. From their voices I noticed that they did not expect such a resolve of situation. I had only one chance and could not loose it. With an almost spontaneous gesture I took few poison needles from my trouser pocket and immediately set them in motion targeting at my enemies. Fortune was on my side. One of them took all of the hits on the chest and was literally “pinned” with tremendous force to the wall adjacent to the door. Some of my deadly needles surely pierced his heart. The figure glared at his wounds for a second and holding his hand, now wet in blood, to the chest bend his head down and hang loosely on the wall as some kind of a grotesque sculpture. The others did not hesitate too long. One of them instantly shoot at me with his sword unsheathed. I jumped too and speeded on a head-on collision directly towards him. In just a second before crushing, my oppressor slashed and I, swerving onto the wall, avoided the hit. Also, my almost heroic dexterity allowed me to pick up the candle from the floor. I made a few steps on the wall, turned and rebounding from it struck my enemy directly in his head. This hit was truly critical. Screaming and crying in agony he swayed around the room igniting himself even more. Few moments later the pain macabre has ended leaving a black, burnt corpse on the dirty carpet. Only one adversary still awaited me. From his look I read impression and a queer, sordid sense of joy.
- Aaaah…yes. – he said in a low voice. – at last a demanding opponent. Before we start I must thank You with a bow to the floor. – he continued bowing sarcastically with a grin.
I felt extremely exhausted after the two of his friends and it seemed the game has just begun…

Zapewne wielu z was już widziało (i może nawet czytało Razz

) to opowiadania, lecz i tak zamieszczam Smile

Jeśli się wam spodoba, to pojawią się także kolejne "rozdziały" Smile

NItram Liadon · Wysłany: Wto 20:18, 12 Cze 2007 Temat postu:

A po Polsku to nie można?? Ja bynajmniej jestem POLAKIEM, a nie jakimś wyspiarzem ;P

Vagi · Wysłany: Śro 19:00, 13 Cze 2007 Temat postu:

O CHOLERA! Chciałbym znać angielski na takim poziomie (levelu Very Happy

), ale teraz jak to czytałem to prawde mówiąc rozumiałem to skąpo i jeśli chodzie o ogólny zarys to nie kumam nic...

ja chcę pisać mature z anglika...

Judasz, Szybki Cień · Wysłany: Śro 22:50, 13 Cze 2007 Temat postu:

Ja nawet nie czytałem mam 2 z anglika i nic kompletnie nie umiem
Ja także chciałbym tak znać angielski jak ty szczere gratulacje znajomości tego jakże trudnego i skomplikowanego języku jakim jest Angielski

Ashmet ty sam to napisałeś czy używałeś jakiś pomocy i jeszcze jedno pytanie to masz z anglika?

Ashnet · Wysłany: Nie 12:02, 17 Cze 2007 Temat postu:

Tak, sam to pisałem Smile

. A z angola mam na koniec roku 5, ale u nas jest dość wysoki poziom, to dlatego (Proficiency). Dzięki za uznanie Very Happy

Judasz, Szybki Cień · Wysłany: Nie 12:19, 17 Cze 2007 Temat postu:

No to chciałem to wiedzeć Razz

choć teraz jest końec roku i nie mam styczności z lekcjami Angielskiego to we wrześniu zapewnie nie raz będę potrzebował twojej pomocy w napisaniu jakiś prac Razz

o ile będziesz chętny mi pomóc to bedę bardzo wdzieczny Wink

Ashnet · Wysłany: Pon 13:24, 18 Cze 2007 Temat postu:

Będę całkiem chętny Razz

. Jeśli znajdę czas, a Ty potrzebę, to wesprę w wszelkich problemach z angielskim xD

Gamroth · Wysłany: Pon 13:47, 18 Cze 2007 Temat postu:

Opowiadanie bardzo dobre i ciekawe Smile

Należy się 5 "plusssssssz"

Judasz, Szybki Cień · Wysłany: Pon 15:41, 18 Cze 2007 Temat postu:

Ashmet dzieki za chęci jak narazie są wakacje i nie bede razcej potrzebował pomocy przez najbliższe 2 mieśiące

Ashnet · Wysłany: Wto 20:21, 19 Cze 2007 Temat postu:

Skoro opowiadanie się podoba....to daję obiecaną 2 część Very Happy

From the ashes into the questions
The figure looked for a moment at his long sword, stained in Tonga’s blood, and smiled with a tint of devilry. He then threw it away and drew another, more vicious weapon. I must admit its appearance was quite peculiar. The whole weapon was made of black steel. Its hilt resembled the ones in normal stabbing daggers, though the blade tip was tilted slightly forwards and downwards. Even now I am not sure were the cutting edge itself was located. My enemy slowly moved towards me, as if he was enjoying every moment of my emotional torment. I knew it was probably my doom, slaughtered by a strange “meeting guest”. Regardless of my decreasing stamina and the lack of strength left I still had the will to fight. Searching imperceptibly through the pockets in my jacket I stumbled upon some more poison needles. Their purpose in my pathetic situation was rather obvious. In a second all were tearing the air towards my enemy. Suddenly he blurred as if moving fast in one place and I heard the sound of clashing metal. In an instant he became distinct again. It took me long seconds of glaring at him emptily to understand what has just happened. All needles set in motion by me were stuck in odd places around the room. My adversary was bleeding from the shallow cut on his right cheek as well as from the one on his left shoulder. However, these insignificant wounds were definitely not enough to stop him. To my astonishment the foul figure was laughing demonically. As he drew closer, step by step, my fear augmented to a nearly petrifying level. My enemy was smiling all the time and as he moved the blood from his stained sword dripped creating some sort of cruel measure. About a meter before me he halted and looked closely bending his had on one side. Even the cursed aura of his existence was so appalling my sight blurred.
- As You can see, Your pity weapons do not function on me well enough. – he said in a polite and excellently composed manner.
- Yeah…so it seems. – I replied loosing all of my remaining confidence, though still trying at least to sound calm.
- Thus…may we end it?
- Is there no other option!? – I asked desperately rising my voice.
- Unfortunately for You, no. Shall I? – He said smiling with a tint of devilry.
- Wait a second, please…. – I halted him in a breaking voice.
- Do not linger. – he replied as calmly as before. – There is no aim in postponing Your fate. You WILL die today.
- D as You have to, then… – I answered quietly understanding the futility of my further resistance.
- Vae victus!! – cried the creature with a sudden anger.
This was the end of my pathetic life. Maybe fair enough, maybe not. Immediately I lost all my hope, confidence, sense. In the final moment literally nothing mattered at all. I expected the deadly whoosh of his blade with avidity. Although, I did not hear it. As my eyes were closed I instantly opened them. Over me the figure was still standing, though now with eternal shock captured in his eyes. The whole body was covered with tips of millions of spikes. As if a steel forest crying with blood. Oddly, the long sword was still clenched in the figure’s hand in a gesture of preparation for the final slash. I quickly understood my adversary is no more and rouse from the floor. The moment I moved, the corpse sled to the ground and started to create a bloody puddle on the red carpet. Again, Fortune supported me! Moving away the sword of Mortis, She spared my pity life. I wonder, was there any purpose in such outcome and did my life possess any greater meaning..? The answers to these questions would probably be revealed through time, though I shall seek them myself. The present situation was obvious. I was not a defeated, nor a victor. Simply a survivor of the bloody slaughter. Swaying from side to side due to wariness I looked around the room. There were four corpses in total laying in different places and the walls as well as floor was covered in picturesque sprays of blood. I carefully examined every body searching for any signs of life. All of the strange “guests” were definitely dead what gave me some sort of relief. Suddenly I heard a quiet sigh from the place were Tonga was laying. I quickly moved there and noticed my chieftain is still dying away, coughing. His lips were moving as if he wanted to tell me something important. More important than his life. I leaned over not to loose any word.
- Ashnet...You’ve got to listen to me now... – said Tonga with extreme exertion and coughed some blood out.
- Boss, You’re gonna make it, okay? – I replied losing any hope and confidence left.
- I won’t…I have no strength left…
- Don talk too much! – I almost shouted shocked by the amount of blood around.
- In my pocket…They came for this…- Tonga was fading quickly away. – Take it…and hurry…
My chieftain looked at me with a sense of significance and irritation and suddenly passed away. I closed my eyes and stayed kneeling over Tonga for some time. Great sadness and grief overwhelmed me. When I managed to recover I searched through his pockets and found a small long object wrapped in a brown aged paper. It was tight neatly enough to prevent me from opening, hence after few attempts I resigned. Also, the time was pressing and I had to leave our former meeting place. I found the candle which I used earlier as a weapon and examined it. Fortunately a faint gleam was still noticeable. I carefully fanned the flame and tossed the candle towards the two old bookshelves igniting them instantly. Soon, the whole room was illuminated with flickering embers forcing me to evacuate promptly. I ran out of the room in a hurry, clutching the little package in my right hand. Just as I passed the threshold, the room burst into flames blocking the possible retreat. Leaving smoldering rubbish behind I departed and started a new chapter of my life. Yet many questions were to be answered. First concerned the origin and purpose of the package. Unfortunately, I did not possess the time to broad over this matter. It was night, though soon people would gather to extinguish the fire I produced. With a sense of total looseness I headed towards my home.

Enjoy Smile

Gamroth · Wysłany: Wto 20:54, 19 Cze 2007 Temat postu:

Świetne, ale trochę czuć anime Very Happy

. A tak poaz tym to bardzo dobre, krwiste Smile

i szybkie i niespodziewane zwroty akcji. Brawo.

Vagi · Wysłany: Pią 15:06, 29 Cze 2007 Temat postu:

Gamroth ty też tak dobrze znasz angielski, czy jakiś translator Ci pomógł ? Very Happy

Amram · Wysłany: Pią 15:27, 29 Cze 2007 Temat postu:

Ashnet może załóż temat: Angielski z Ashnetem - Szybki kurs dla Niedouczonych Członków Klanu Very Happy

Też bym się zapisał. Smile

Ashnet · Wysłany: Sob 22:44, 30 Cze 2007 Temat postu:

Why not? Może być tak:

Czy czasem masz takie uczucie, że coś Cię swędzi (np...hmm...nos Razz

)?
Czy masz jakiś problem (np. z angielskim)?
Czy jesteś w szoku?

Jeśli tak....zgłoś się do wróżki Ashnetii niezwłocznie...z pewnością Ci pomoże...w każdej sytuacji...

xD

Gorm · Wysłany: Nie 11:31, 01 Lip 2007 Temat postu:

Boże dlaczego pomieszałeś nam języki??