Roleplay short stories

[Solivagus]

Xavier, my latest creation. Based on the idea of the few emotions and feelings I posses being formed into a single entity. Should be fun to play, when I can.

 

The small, timid looking creature huddled on ground. Rain beat about it, striking the ground with such force that it shook. Lightning flashed brightly through the sky, creating strange looking shadows that lasted mere seconds before dissapearing into the night. Slowly, as if afraid of what it would see, the figure raised its head.

 

The face was that of a small girl. Long, silvery hair flowed almost to her waist, free of decoration and constraint. Slanted eyes coloured a deep, emerald green revealed her elven heritage. She reached up a slender hand to brush back her hair, and a ring on her forefinger caught the light from a bolt of lightning. It was shaped into an emblem of a crescent moon, the emblem of the royal house of Andar.

 

Her frightened eyes searched the flat plain surrounding her. Where was she? How had she come here? She bit her lip hard, refusing to cry. She was only ten, but she was still of a royal house and she would be strong. Rising to her feet she streched, easing her muscles that had somehow become cramped. After a moment she began to walk. One direction was as good as any other since she was lost. Eventually she would find someone to help her. Her childs mind held no uncertainty on this point, only determination.

 

The landscape, however, did not change. She might as well have not been walking. Suddenly she whirled around, her sharp elven ears having heard a sound behind her. Despite her resolve she let out a small gasp. Infront of her stood a tall human, dressed in clothes of a deepest red. A crossbow was slung at his hip, and his waist was encircled by a brace of knives. In his hand he held an oddly shaped throwing star, made of some matarial she did not recognise. His face was hidden beneath the hood of his robe.

 

"Greetings, elven child." The mans voice rolled forth from under the hood. It made the girl think of deep dark caves full of frightening secrets, of ancient tombs haunted by guardian spirits, and of the dark groves of evil found in the forests of her world. Her brain tried vainly to send messages to her feet, telling her to run, but something stopped her. The man continued.

 

"My name is Xavier, and you are on the Plane of Dreams."

 

The elven child felt as if all her bones had been removed from her body. Her knees gave way and she collapsed to the ground. Xavier! The Dream Assasin! Her mind backed fearfully away from the myths and legends that surrounded him. Ignoring her weakness, she struggled to speak.

 

"I-I am not afraid of you!" Her voice was shrill, on the verge of panic.

 

"Then you are a fool." came the reply. With a flick of his wrist he sent the curiously shaped star spinning from his hand to bury itself with a crunch into her head. A small sigh escaped her lips, before she wavered and vanished, taking the star with her. Xavier stood silently for a moment, looking down at where the elven child had fallen. Then he, too, vanished.

 

In the elven domain of Andar the funeral bells tolled forth thier tune. The entire nation wept at the loss of the only heir to the throne. None of them understood how one so young died in her sleep...