SaintHermit
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Mammoth
(After I wrote this thing... I realized I can't really imagine the fableness in it but I figured i'd post it anyway.)
"I guess the fish just aren’t biting these days eh?" Asked a man whose only feature shown were two tusk like tattoos near his mouth. He was standing above a fisherman that was kneeling on the ground of the worn down warehouse. "P-please, it’s not my fault, that Doctor scared them away with his experi-." The fisherman was silenced by the sound of a pistol ready to fire. "We put a lot of gold into that ship of yours and we’re not running a charity here." The place was quiet as tears rolled down the man’s face. "Another week! Just another w." His sentence was cut short as the gun fired, spraying blood behind him. "Dump him in the sewers and take what you can from his house." He said to a figure that had been watching the event. "And when you’re done, find’him’."
In a more respectable area of Bowerstone, two men sat at a pub table in silence, both waiting for the other one to talk. The first had brown messy hair that almost covered his blue eyes. It matched his unshaven face and the mismatched clothes he wore. The second man’s hair was long and dark which gained him a few stares from the townsfolk. "So uh Roland was it? Can I ask what your assignment was before this?" The long haired man asked his companion. Roland simply mumbled ‘Traders, threaten, gold’, then shaped his finger to symbolise a gun. The other man, known as Crow, was about to speak again when a woman entered the room.
The two men leapt from their table and rushed at the woman so swiftly that the other patrons barely noticed it happen. They locked their arms into hers, allowing them to carry her while running. Despite the woman’s screaming and shaking, Roland and Crow managed to weave in and out of alleys and people until they eventually reached ‘Molly’s Pet Shop’ located in the upper class district of Bowerstone. The woman was dragged to the back, tied to a chair and ordered to sit still and quiet. "Mrs Samuels, wife of the Nobleman Arthur Samuels." Crow said, as if reading from paper. Roland crouched down in front of her then licked her cheek, causing her to shiver. ‘Your husband has been causing problems for us, which if he knew any better, is a bad thing. Crow’s long sword dragged along her fingers as she made muffled sounds.
"If he doesn’t loosen his grip on our work then he’ll find himself looking for a new ‘whole’ wife." He said as Roland laughed. The cloth in Mrs Samuel’s mouth was removed, allowing her to speak. "My husband won’t let Mammoth grow any bigger." She screamed after spitting in the bearded man’s face. "It’s too late for that I’m afraid." Stated a man with Tusk tattoos who had entered unnoticed until now. "This city will be ours."
(After I wrote this thing... I realized I can't really imagine the fableness in it but I figured i'd post it anyway.)
"I guess the fish just aren’t biting these days eh?" Asked a man whose only feature shown were two tusk like tattoos near his mouth. He was standing above a fisherman that was kneeling on the ground of the worn down warehouse. "P-please, it’s not my fault, that Doctor scared them away with his experi-." The fisherman was silenced by the sound of a pistol ready to fire. "We put a lot of gold into that ship of yours and we’re not running a charity here." The place was quiet as tears rolled down the man’s face. "Another week! Just another w." His sentence was cut short as the gun fired, spraying blood behind him. "Dump him in the sewers and take what you can from his house." He said to a figure that had been watching the event. "And when you’re done, find’him’."
In a more respectable area of Bowerstone, two men sat at a pub table in silence, both waiting for the other one to talk. The first had brown messy hair that almost covered his blue eyes. It matched his unshaven face and the mismatched clothes he wore. The second man’s hair was long and dark which gained him a few stares from the townsfolk. "So uh Roland was it? Can I ask what your assignment was before this?" The long haired man asked his companion. Roland simply mumbled ‘Traders, threaten, gold’, then shaped his finger to symbolise a gun. The other man, known as Crow, was about to speak again when a woman entered the room.
The two men leapt from their table and rushed at the woman so swiftly that the other patrons barely noticed it happen. They locked their arms into hers, allowing them to carry her while running. Despite the woman’s screaming and shaking, Roland and Crow managed to weave in and out of alleys and people until they eventually reached ‘Molly’s Pet Shop’ located in the upper class district of Bowerstone. The woman was dragged to the back, tied to a chair and ordered to sit still and quiet. "Mrs Samuels, wife of the Nobleman Arthur Samuels." Crow said, as if reading from paper. Roland crouched down in front of her then licked her cheek, causing her to shiver. ‘Your husband has been causing problems for us, which if he knew any better, is a bad thing. Crow’s long sword dragged along her fingers as she made muffled sounds.
"If he doesn’t loosen his grip on our work then he’ll find himself looking for a new ‘whole’ wife." He said as Roland laughed. The cloth in Mrs Samuel’s mouth was removed, allowing her to speak. "My husband won’t let Mammoth grow any bigger." She screamed after spitting in the bearded man’s face. "It’s too late for that I’m afraid." Stated a man with Tusk tattoos who had entered unnoticed until now. "This city will be ours."