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Posted By: HulloKitty202 Mar 19, 2005 - 01:44 pm

Despite the heat, the dust and the bugs the views were spectacular. Perched on a supply train heading towards the Last Frontier, I felt alive as I had never felt before. The views, the crappy food and even the dry never relenting heat felt good. I was alive! I had escaped the most powerful sorcerer in the World. I was in the employment of a sorcerer named Darren Rake. Rake was smart, ambitious, and too afraid to get his hands dirty. An up and coming Senator from the backwater province of Darelark, Rake had needed someone to send a message with, to intimidate and scare his rivals. To kill them. He had taken me in as a street urchin and turned me into the most feared hunting man in Hayle. Quite an accomplishment. For the "pains" I took for him he gave whatever I wanted. All for offing some scumbags, and for a street urchin who used to sell leeches to the priests it wasn't that a bad of a deal. Not bad at all. But, unfortunately for me, buried in the back of my mind was a small sliver of goodness and when his killings (I had never considered them as my killings) got out of hand I backed away. He had asked me to kill the Head of the Senators Library to "send a message." To whom I didn't know or care. I found the guy readings his children a bedtime story. He pleaded for his life and I granted it to him. I helped him escape. Barely. Rake saw the entire •••• episode through one of his spells and I knew I had it. I ran. A very hard thing to do. I took my guns and headed out of town. Which was a difficult decision Of course, he sent his goons after me. I caught the first group at the train station. I left one alive to send a message. He got clever. He sent another group, this time a Goblin Hit Squad. Now a word about gobbies, they’re mean, smart and they make the best guns in the World. I was walking through a crowded midday street. A troop of not so innocent looking Goblins ambushed me in a back alley I used as a shortcut. That was the hardest firefight I've had in quite a while. Two of the Goblins were carrying one of those two man machine guns, and it took them awhile to set it up. I had already capped the two with rifles and the other three had me pinned behind a dumpster. They kept trying to shoot around the dumpster, which was nearly impossible because of its size. Unfortunately, they figured out that the armor on the dumpster wasn’t that strong. So they started shooting through it. Big huge holes were appearing in the metal sheets around me. The first sheet was almost gone. I occasionally popped up and gave them a round or two but their fire was steady enough to keep me pinned down. Since the alley provided no other cover aside from the dumpster I couldn’t run or fight effectively. They eventually got cocky and figured I was out of ammo. I could hear the bastards laughing as they slowly crept up on me. Judging from their laughter I’d say that two were on my right another on my left and yet another following behind. That’s when I remembered one of Rake’s tricks. Holding my breath I imagined the street as it was before the goons arrived. As it appeared in my mind’s eye I added a picture of a goblin and, magically, the goblins that were pursuing me appeared in my mind’s eye in their respective places. I rolled from my now defunct cover and opened up. The first goblin fell with a bullet between his eyes in to his companion directly behind him and they became tangled up. The other on my left had taken chunks out of the wall behind me but I spun and capped him twice in the chest. The other who was behind the other three sent some lead that came very close. One of the bullets grazed my arm and another went between my legs. He managed to roll behind some trashcans as I sent three bullets after him, buzzing like angry tiger wasps. Checking my pistols I had four bullets in my right- handed gun and 7 in my left. The gobbie figured all was lost and attempted to run. He shot two rounds after him but they went well over my head. I went to one knee and shot him 11 times. He was so patchy I could see through him. Rake was getting serious and I needed to get out of Hayle City. That’s what brought me to the Last Frontier. I was desperate to escape the crowds and the heat of the South and I headed north to the refreshing coolness of the Frontier. It always seems that my vacations were misleading. I found the Last Frontier to be the same as the South. As I turned my attention from my past to my present I found that around me were assorted riff-raff who were probably doing the exact same as me. Running.

Posted By: Theophilus Mar 26, 2005 - 05:31 pm

*blinks*

You need some hard returns, there.

Posted By: Magus Mar 26, 2005 - 07:03 pm

Yes. You desperately need to format that into legible paragraphs.