Snippet #8000

Lairn finished watching the match’s then he had his wounds stitched and cleaned. Lairn walked back to the inn where he found Arige still in the spell that gave him control over him. Arige released control back to Lairn. As Lairn came back to his senses he was nearly overwhelmed by the pain that had been caused to his body he fell to the bed and blacked out. Arige stood up and reclaimed his sword from Lairn’s belt.
“You have done well,” Arige said as he walked out the door to the first floor of the inn.
The time is almost here,’ Arige thought to himself.

(The second day of the tournament)

Arige walked the streets until night had fallen. There was almost no light tonight because the clouds were blocking out the moon and half of the candle lights had been blow out by the wind. This night was going to be a slaughter. Arige continued to walk down the street until he found an inn called the Almond Tree and walked inside. There were two guards and one officer sitting in one of the corners drinking ale, four men sitting at the bar, one man sitting at a table eating what looked like venison, one innkeeper serving drinks to the four men sitting at the bar. There may have been more people up stairs sleeping but Arige did not know for sure. Arige turned around facing the door.

“Ruza’dehta tpira,” He whispered placing a curse on the door that would cause anyone that touched it to die by every bone in their body breaking slowly. Arige walked up to the three guards and unsheathed his sword. The three guards quickly jumped up and unsheathing their swords at the same time.

“KILL THIS FOOL!” One of the guards yelled. Arige smirked. “Ruza’bihnt!” All two of the guards fell to the ground dead, the one in the middle tried to swing his sword at Arige only to find out that Arige’s sword was pinning him to the wall. The man that had been eating had just made it to the door. As he touched the door the room filled with the sound of screams and hundreds of bones breaking at once. Two of the men that had been sitting at the bar drew their swords and began to charge at Arige. At the same time the two other men turned and ran up the stairs to the rooms and the innkeeper was right behind them. Arige turned and looked directly at the two men that was charging at them and raised his arm towards them.

“Ruza’puzat!” Both men were thrown in the air along with all the tables and stools that were in front and behind them. The two men struck the wall behind the bar. They survived the impact but were impaled to the wall by some of the tables and stools that were pushed with them. Arige pulled his sword from the guard and ran up the stairs. There were two doors on both sides if the second floor and a small table with a flower vase on it at the end of the hall. Arige walked to the first door to the right and held his arm up to it. “Ruza’puzat,” The door flew open with the sound of cracking wood. The room was a small room about ten feet by nine feet and had a small bed at the end of it. But there was no one in it. Arige walked to the first door on the left and opened it the same way he opened the one on the right. This room looked the same as the last one except for the little boy and his mother. The mother must have heard Arige break down the other door because she was standing in front of her son with a dagger ready to defend her son. Arige smiled walked back down to the first floor of the inn. He drained the two men that were hanging from the wall and walked outside. When he walked outside he stood in front of the Inn.

“Phyi’brumia blesssit!” The entire first floor of the inn burst into flames quickly engulfing the whole building and setting the buildings around it ablaze. Screams and smoke quickly filled the night.