Sunday, June 20, 2004

THE ADVENTURES OF WEAVER: Chapter four. To reach out...
Weaver was there. after many hours of travle, he arived just a distance away from the city gates. he then stopped and thought to him self.

"how am i going to break in to the city?"

he stopped walking, and looked at the city from where he was standing. he theen realized that his eyes were focusing to try and find a spot. he had magical elven eyes, and this is was just what Weaver needed to help him break into the castle. he noticesd a gargoyel that would help him get over the wall, and then he saw gargoyels littering the tower around around all the balcony's. from where he was standing, he could see four balconies that wern't being patroled by the guard's. he looked up to the top of the tower, and saw a figure on the top, standing and looking down at what seemed to be none other than Weaver himself. yet the caped man did not move.

"Jaylew Darkblade..."

Weaver stood for a moment...


and then made his move towards the city gates.

he was mere moments away when he noticed the city gates were guarded by two elven men. Weaver could see that next to one of them was a bell, and Weaver's guess was that was for alerting more guards. wanting to cause as little of his presens as possable, he hid quickly and swiftly behind a tree.

"What was that!?" one of the guards asked the other.

"probably just some scavinging fox" he replied.

quitely, Weaver drew his bow. he took 2 arrows, and slid them into the string of his bow. he waited for a moment, took a deep breth, and turned around to take his shots. they landed exactly where he wanted them to go. one hit a guard in between the eyes, killing him stone dead. the other, through the arrow went through the second guards throat, causing him to choke, and slowly and sillently die.

Weaver hid quickly behind the tree, and made sure he was out of sight from anyone on the wall that could see him.

he waited for a moment for safety. then...


he ran, to the gargoyle that was going to help him get up. he took out from his bag, the grappling hook, and threw the hook over towards the gargoyle. he pulled on the rope to make sure it was safe, and then he rested his feet against the wall, and began to scale the wall.

when he reached the top, he took the grapleing hook from the gargoyle, and sneaked towards the back of the tower. he then threw the hook up to the gargoyles that littered the balcony on the lowest level. he climed the walls again, and pulled himself on top of the gargoyel he was climbing from. he packed his grapling hook away, and placed his back against the wall. he then walked along the gargoyles, to the balcony. he then jumped onto the bacony. there were no guards around, so he looked around. the balcony was connected to a room, and so he walked in. he saw the place had a number of skulls, on a shelf. Weaver decided not to distub them, as they seemed to give of some kind of warning, to let them be at rest. opposite the shelf, he saw a suite of the dark elf armour.

despite how much he lothed the suite, he put himslef in their armour, in order to sneak through the tower. as he walked through the tower, he was begining to se that this was no castle. this was a tower of war. all that decorated the hallways were skulls and weapons.

he had reached the third floor, when suddenly, three elven women, dressed in small rags, and ceremonial jewlery, appered from out of nowhere.

"where do you plan to go?" asked one of the elven women. she had short blonde hair. she approched Weaver. Weaver kept a straight face.

"i am on my way to see commander Jaylew Darkblade" he said confidently

"for what purposes do you seek to have word with our great commander?" said the second woman. she had long black hair that reached to the bottom of her back. she too, aproched Weaver.

"i have information on the forest." he replied

"yes...indeed you have information...very vital..." said the third woman. her hair was silver, and so long, it draged along the floor. then the blonde haired woman, and the black haired Woman, took hold of Weaver's arms, and held him against the wall. the silver haired woman pionted her finger at Weaver.

"bynd..."

strands of silk spun from her fingers, and wraped themself aroun Weaver's body. he couldn't move for the amount of silk that bound him, was too much. Weaver looked up at the silver haired woman then removed the helmet Weaver was wearing to hide his face.

"Wellcome, son of Malus Darkblade, brother of Jaylew Darkblade. Wellcome. you will be a perfect sacrifice to our god...Melkiah"

Weaver was draged into a room, that was very near by. there, he saw an alter, that was completly covered in blood.

"remove..." said the blonde haired woman. instantly, the armour that Weaver was wearing, had dissapeared.

"float..." said the black haired woman. Weaver was lifted up by an invisable force, and was placed on the alter.

"who are you!?" Weaver shouted

"We are those three who harbour and ship souls that medal with the dark elvs. we are the three daughters of Melkiah. We are the Witches of Melkiah's blood flow."

Weaver looked up and saw a skylight. if he could wrigle his hand free, he could use his hook and rope to pull him self out. all he needed was a free hand. he began to wrigle loose.

the silver haired witch took up a crystal knife from the base of the alter.

"Melkiah!! Father of insanaty and destruction! we offer to you the heart of one elven man. pure and ripe!! may his soul feed you well!"

Weaver could not get his hand free, and now the knife was hovering over him. Weaver tried to roll of the alter, but the other two witches were holding on to him. Weaver had nowhere to run...



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