I've been working on a book call 'The Sorcerers Tower.' I started writing this early last year and I got... distracted... by stuff... yeah... Anyway I want you guys opinions on this if you think I should try something, have any ideas or if I should just give this up. It's about a merc and his adopted daughter who can see spirits of the dead and living. This is part of the prologue. Tell me what ya think. Cheers.
Rain. It's been raining for several days now. You'd think the whole world would have flooded but, oh no, it keeps on going. I should have stayed at that inn. That barmaid said she liked tall men. Though that damn door frame seemed to disagree with her. And me. Gods, how long is this rain going to keep up! It was bad enough I had to fix my armour with half of that shitty arseholes plate mail and now got to worry about it getting rusty? I really should just get a solid set of armour, instead of all these pieces of crap I keep picking up. I should really also stop complaining about it so much. Not like it's done me any good now.
"It's half a day's travel." the barkeep said. "It won't take ya that long." he said. 'My ass' I say. I swear it's been one whole day and the rain started way before that… Great, I've started on the rain again. It's gone full circle. Nice one you big idiot. <Splosh!>
"Ugh. Great. Just fucking great. Another great big dirty puddle. What's next, a flying cow?" Tch, if only, Then I wouldn't have to be here...
"She's over there!" "Get her!" "Don't let her escape!" Voices. And they don't sound too far. Whatever the hell's going over there doesn't sound like anything but trouble. And that's right up my alley...
There, I can see them up ahead. Even in this piss-poor light they stand out. Maybe seven or eight of them. Ehh, some of them look like some nobles or something. Mostly due to their fancy clothes. And that many just for, what... one woman? Who the hell is she?!
"Stop her from running." "Shoot her legs." "ARHHHHG!" "You hit her in the back. You've probably killed her." Noooo, she's perfectly fine. If anything you just-what the fuck do you think, using a-- "Quit your whining. She wasn't the important one. Get that thing out of her hands."
Alright, fun times over. Think I should go over and introduce myself. "Hey, nice little party you got going on here. Mind if I… join in?" "Stay out of this 'mate'. This don't concern you." Two on the left have their swords drawn. One in back with a bow in hand, fumbling for an arrow. Three the right got their hands ready for their tooth picks. Their leader is up-front and in the middle of all of them. He seems confident… open… Good, this should be quick and easy. "Wait, what if heard us?" One the three approaches. "Then that would be a problem-" <Crack!> Fist too the face. Didn't see it coming. Quickly move in to the other guy. Elbow to the guts followed by a back hand. Go's down nice and easy. The rest aren't going to be so lucky.
Grab the last guy's sword by the holster and launch it the two with their weapons drawn. Keeps them distracted for the few seconds I need. Charge at the next two. They ain't ready for me, running at them full pelt. One in front is shiting himself as I get closer. Doesn't even realise I'm heading past him too his little buddy. And he doesn't see my fist heading to his face. Go's down quicker than even one of us notice what happen.
I carry on to face the other guy but he's about ready to flee. Got to stop him quick and… "Argh, barsted!" Damn archer, miss-judged him. Thought he wasn't confident to try anything. That's gonna smart for a good while. Gotta grab the other guy, stop him running away. Reach for his arm and... got 'im. Now just to send him flying, in to that damn archer. That's two out for the price of one, so now for the last two. And it looks like their nice and ready to get their asses handed to them. Shit, I can smell the piss from here.