B.O.T.B Lupine Part Two The Silver Hand's Downfall

• Posted by Hasir August 19, 2018 - Filed in TSC: CB Story - #TSC: Short Story  #C.O.T.W. T.B.R. B.O.T.B  #Hasir  - 1,905 views

  

  

  As the bright sun shone overhead, Majni trudged though the snow for what seem like ages with nothing but snow, rocks, dirt and a

  multitude of trees to keep him company. He passed a ruined tower which was destroyed by somone...or something. He drew his one

  handed sword and shield and raield, raising it just as a fireball came hurling in his direction. Majni braced for impact as moved his

  feet in a boxing stance so he would not be easily toppled.

   

  His eyes lit up bluish-yellowish as he scanned the darkness which was ablaze with color. He finally saw the source of the attack, a

  being composed of what looked like volcanic ash. Poor bastard, must've been leftover from the eruption of red mountain he thought

  as he ran to meet this new threat head on sword at the ready. The ash spawn flung fireballs in quick succession at the nord but the

  nord answered each one by raising his iron reinforced s and grimaced as the fireballs hit the shield three times, each time, bring the

  wooden shield that much closer to burning up. Majni bit his lip and hoped that this would not happen. To his surprise it held up when

  he reached the top of the topple tower. Four ash spawn advanced toward him with their spells charged.

   

  Thinking quickly, the male nord sliced each on in half with one slice of his blade. He had no time to do a victory howl as he had to

  reach the ruined fort's interior and stop this silver hand threat once and for all. He slid down the backside of the tower using his

  shield as a surfboard of sorts, when he reached the bottom, among the rubble that littlered the once proud fort's courtyard, he

  encountered fivee silver hand members training on dummies. One poor 'soldier was stabbed in the eye slit of the helmet it was

  wearing and another of the 'soldiers' had its side sliced open by a one handed elven sword and a third was stabbed in the chest by a

  nordic claymore.

   

  Majni's body began to enlarge, grey fur sprouted over his body, he grew sharp fangs and his eyes turned a dull yellow. He did not

  need the moon to transform because he had learned, from his father, how to change at will. Something only werewolves with

  superior mind over matter control could do. The wolf padded across the snow, trying to try and not attract unwanted attention as he

  inched closer to the fort's main door, if it could still be call that because of how in disrepair it looked. He huffed in relief as he slipped

  inside the fort, ready for whatever threat lay within it's walls.

   

  Majni padded across the threshold and noticed two paths-one of which lead to a dead end with only rubble and the other lead to a

  door, on the other side of which was a spider-infested cavern. Majni swallowed hard, let out a tiny whimper as he closed the distance

  on the door with the spiders. He ndgued the door open with his muzzle as the acrid smell of death overwhelmed him; he could smell

  the corpses of five forlorn adventurs who had long since turned to dust as well as the spiders hading above him in spiderwebs the

  size of kickballs that had all of the air let out of them.