3. Gildor - The dark stranger

Gildor - The dark stranger


  • He drew the tall crystal glass from her unexpected fingers and tipped the red content on to the floor. The wine flared up with a single flame and vanished, leaving black scorch marks in its place. She stood there, gazing silently at the ground, and the drink she had been moments from consuming, as by instinct she reached for her dagger and turned to the stranger who; observing her reaction with scrutinizing green eyes, looking disturbingly amused.

    "You.. poisoned my drink!"
    "…and you didn't drink it"
    "You.. tried to kill me!"
    "...but you didn't get killed"
    ".. why?"

    He began to circle her and she froze on the spot. Nervous fingers toying with the hilt of her blade as she listened for his footsteps, they fell silent at her back. "…do you like games?" He asked, his breath brushing against the nape of her neck which drew from her a shiver. "…the next few weeks I will come for you, and we shall play a little game" cold metal against warm flesh, his dagger lay at her throat while long fingers brushing strands hair away from he pointed ears, he whispered hotly. "…you play your cards right, I will teach you things you have only dreamt of, you loose and..." She twitched as the tip of the blade sliced oh so gently against the sensitive skin of her throat drawing just a thin line of blood. He fell silent, but she could still feel his lips almost touching the edge of her ear, as he awaited her reply.

    She allowed the tension to linger, not certain if she actually had a choice in the matter or what he was asking of her. Somehow in ways she could not possible explains, his presence was oddly familiar to her, as though they had met before or she had felt his eyes watching her in the past. There was something more, something hidden, and this intrigued her, and not being known for her wisest of choices, she said:

    "Very well"

    The blade vanished, and she let out a soft breath of relief, while the man backed away to the wall doing a half flamboyant - half mocking bow. "Then I will see you in a few weeks" She was about to speak up, ask one of the many questions that was flooding her mind, but as he moved in to the shadows they suddenly crawled up along his lean figure and he vanished.

    This was how she had met him, the man that would change her entire existence and make her question reality itself. Arar RedFalcon, an out of the blue invitation to meet a dark stranger, the location the upstairs room of the the The Regal Whore Inn Jiyyd.

    [Hehe, I have no idea where I am going with this, it is a ramble from the mind of my character Gildor, it is all true, but with some artistic liberties as I am writing it all from my and her mind (both very scary places). I hope PinkSharky does not dislike the portrayal of his NPC, I am trying to make it as accurate as I remember. Damn, I feel so rusty, writing again. Oh and as I go on, feedback is always loved.]