It was a cold winter night, the wind was blowing from the north in strong gusts, and I was on guard. it had been a very uneventful night, all I had seen was a few deer and a snow rabbit, it was boring, until that is when the stranger came.
He came out of the shadows as if he himself was one of them, he was dressed in dark cloak, carrying a staff and a tomahawk. I yelled at him to stop and turn around, but he didn't stop, but kept walking towards us. I then felt fear rising in my stomach. I don't know why, it was only one man, very lightly armed and there were four of us heavily armed and trained soldiers. But there was something about this man that radiated power. When he was about twenty feet away another guard shot a crossbow bolt at him. To the surprise of all of us, it shattered in mid air. This is when I froze in terror. he was a sorcerer. We saw a strange blue light come from him as he spoke a few words. We were thrown from where we were. Onto the ground. I broke my back nut the others were fine, or at least they were. He walked to where we were, he moved like lightning. He struck the archer first, he jumped about fifteen feet in the air and landed on the archers back, braking it into three pieces. He then moved to the captain of the guard who had taken up a defensive posture. He began to hurl insults at the man, this wasn't the smartest move for him. The Sorcerer threw his axe into the mans lungs, not to kill but to severely wound him. He then moved to the last guard who, fell to the ground and died. I then noticed that a few tree roots were wrapped around his body. He then slammed his foot into the captains back killing him instantly, he then turned to me. I dared not breath at all, but that was impossible in this cold. I looked into his eyes expecting to see the cold eyes of a killer, but all I saw was a face of a young man. He didn't look like he wanted to kill anyone or hurt anyone. This was strange, I had just seen him kill three men in cold blood, but was it cold blood? I then looked back upon my past on how I had killed tens if not hundreds in cold blood. Not thinking of their families and friends, but of myself. He then turned and walked off leaving me to die, or so I thought. I then felt a warm sensation in my back. It was as if it were being healed, nut that was impossible. Only a magician could do that, but he was one. I got up and looked around, he had disappeared in the same manner as he had come. then and there I decided to change my ways and to be a better person, and to leave this lawless place. And to go to Nerogue.
Quoting jonnylegoboy911 .
excellent! great story, though I would have varied the injuries a bit more. Unless this sorcerer's style is breaking backs :P Anyway the snow and walls look good so well done on a fantastic build! ;)