A RAT NAMED RAIST
Zhelavar awoke early the next day to the sound of horses. Rubbing her eyes and peering about,
she noticed four noble lords of the lands sifting through the remains of the homes. A bit hungry, she
approached one of the nobles for some food.
Zhelavar: Got any food?
Raist: check teh bodies. rpers always have food
(Another of the nobles wandered over.)
Cloud: she a thief?
Raist: prolly
Zhelavar: None of them have food.
Raist: hehe too bad for u. guess u hav to starve
Cloud: hehe
Zhelavar grew irate at the nobles standing and mocking her.
Zhelavar: Why ya mean? I didn' do nuthin' to ya and ya being mean!
Raist: im mean bcause u talk stupid and u deserve it
Cloud: LOL
Cloud: im gonna ask scorp to gate us out
Cloud: brb
Cloud ran off to join the other two, and only Raist stood before her. The noble saw that
Zhelavar was a bit weak from her earlier encounters. He armed his war axe and shield and towered over
her.
Raist: gimme ur stuff and i wont kill u
Something snapped inside Zhelavar. She charged at the noble with all she had left in her. Raist
stumbled back a bit, not prepared for the child's reaction. The bounce had knocked a potion loose
from his sack... a healing potion. Zhelavar dove on it and drank it, reviving herself to quite a fit
condition. "Rat!", she yelled, as she pulled her kryss from her side and charged him. Raist laughed
in amusement and brought his war axe down heavy on Zhelavar. The axe ripped through her hauberk and cut
deep into her side, however it was snagged on the leather tethers and broke as he went to pull back.
Tossing his shield aside, he began to wave his hands and hurl fireballs at the girl. Zhelavar, however,
was quite resistent to the lower orders of spells, and felt little more than warmth as she lunged and
thrusted with her kryss. "Rat! Rat! Rat!" she filled the air with her maniacal screams as she perforated
the knight. She noticed the noble fumble to heal himself with magic, but it was to no avail. Off he ran
towards the center of the village, but Zhelavar was quite fast on her feet and caught him quickly.
It was only a few more swings before the noble fell, too fatigued to move. He begged her to stop, and
she did... for a moment. She saw, in a pile of embers and wreckage, a bow. She remembered the
archer's dramatic finish and wanted to do the same. She grabbed a few arrows off the ground and took
towards the bow. The badly wounded noble laughed as she armed the bow and fired three misses.
Raist: lol
Raist: those dont do shit bitch
But he was badly wounded, and the arrow that finally pierced his plate had finished him. Zhelavar gathered
what she could of his armor, and headed towards town. A smithy would pay a fine price for his plate
and chain. She smiled contently as she began her walk to the nearby city of Britain. With the gold
from the armor, she'd be able to eat for days at the inns and taverns there.
"Thanks for the food, rat," she giggled, and continued on her way.
