User:Twentyfists/Sandbox II

The beginning of a story I'm writing.

Part One: An Encounter in the Alley

Ralen Aenothran grinned as he strode out of Leyawiin’s Five Claws Lodge. The sound of lively music and terrible singing followed him out. He laughed as a terrible crash sounded from the bar behind him, followed by several cheers. He heard the bartender, Witseidutsei, trying to calm the happy folk in the bar. Several of them shouted drunkenly, “My apolojeesh, Witsheedutshee.”

Even after downing three ales, Ralen’s red eyes shone out with a keen intelligence. He was perhaps still the most sober elf in town.

Ralen glanced to his right and saw movement in the alley behind the houses. He heard a faint splash from a foot stepping in water. He pretended to have dropped something and, as he bent over to “pick it up,” he glanced behind him and noticed a wood elf in dark clothes a few yards behind him. He recognized him as the same wood elf that had been watching him in the lodge earlier. Behind him, he noticed a Nord who was very bad at sneaking tailing the elf. Ralen chuckled softly and shook his head. He stood up and continued his walk. He turned right into an alley and heard the wood elf’s footsteps quicken. He felt a hand rooting around in his back pocket.

Ralen whipped around suddenly. He swept up the wood elf’s arm and quickly brought it up in front of him, holding it straight. He drove his knee up into the elf’s arm and heard bones snap. The elf screamed. Ralen then slammed his elbow downward onto the elf’s arm, snapping it outwards. The elf dropped like a rock. He heard a roar and turned around to see the Nord rushing towards him, brandishing a steel dagger above his head. Ralen threw both arms above his head in an X-shaped formation to stop the dagger’s descent. He grabbed the Nord’s wrist and brought it out away from his body. He slammed his right elbow into the Nord’s pale face, then reached across, took the dagger, and smashed its pommel into the Nord’s temple.

Ralen looked behind him and saw a green-skinned Argonian coming towards him holding a club rather menacingly. Clever, thought Ralen. They tried to flank me. He snapped out a kick right into the Argonian’s groin. The Argonian bent over and grabbed around his crushed pelvis, moaning in pain. Ralen snapped a kick upwards and broke the Argonian’s jaw.

Part Two: Nathan DuPont

Ralen walked into his room at the top of the Three Sister's Inn and found a young Breton man reading. He glanced up at Ralen through silver-blue eyes, brushed his long, unkempt curly brown hair out of his eyes, then looked back down at his book.

"Reading again, Nathan? Can't you put your books down at least once?" Ralen asked.