drofdar

Heavy, desperate pounding at their door had Triton and his maiden, Margaret, sitting straight up in bed. As lightning clashes from the heavens, Triton dashed out of bed and flew to the door, flinging it open. What greeted him caused deep, sullen fear to set in.
On the other side, stood a very disheveled Reinald, his first in command and most trusted friend. His clothes were saturated with blood, his eyes gave the impression he hadn't slept in days, his leggings were torn, and the left side of his cheek had a three-inch gash running across it.
“What in the name of Aries happened to you, Reinald?” Triton asked his friend in fearful disbelief.
“Three bandits attacked me while I slept M'lord, if it weren't for Roaden and his companions, Smith and Jeremiah, I’d be dead. We did manage to capture two of the bloody scoundrels, but as Roaden fought him with his rapier, he unintentionally opened the guy's stomach. All of his entrails spilled out and he would have died a slow, painful death if not for the mercy of Jeremiah's broadsword decapitating him."
When Margaret heard her oldest son's name mentioned, she quickly got out of bed, put her housecoat on and rushed to the door, “What was Roaden doing there? Is he all right?" she asked in a voice enveloped with fear.
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That would be my version of your story...just a tad more detail...more olden language...and a lil bit more graphic...urs was totally great tho... I loved the whole idea of it...i'll have to post something really extreme of mine...see what u can do with it...prolly not tonite...or maybe....again...excellent starts....and i'll talk to u soon i believe.
Ed