Post by Vordigan - The Dark Archer on Aug 17, 2012 14:39:11 GMT -10
The moon shines at its full brightness over a large Scotland estate. A mansion stand in the center of the estate with a large Celtic cross designed hedge maze in front it. The perimeter is surrounded by a brick wall with torches along the outside flickering in the night.
In the center of the maze a stairway leads down underneath the grounds of the estate into the center of a dark hidden inner sanctum. The central area has Torches lining the walls as men dressed in black move through out. Some carry old scrolls in their hands while others string bows and Fletch arrows. Black banners hang along the walls designed with a Celtic symbol.
One of the dark clad men begins walking towards the back of the room towards a large closed wooden door. He knocks once before reaching out and grabbing the large round metal handle and pushing the door open.
A shirtless man with long black hair sits at a table in the back of the room with his back to the door. His back is covered in scars like he has been through hell itself. A black compact bow sits off to his right on the edge of the table. He turns his head slightly at the sound of the door opening behind him.
"What is it?"
"The contract has arrived master"
"Very well"
The black clad man pulls a scroll out from the inside of his vest and places it on the table on the right side of the door before turning and leaving the room.
The man returns his attention to the table in front of him where a long rectangular object covered in leather rest in front of him. He reaches fore ward and carefully undoes the draw string before lifting back the flap of the object. Inside rest a dozen black arrows with black feathers and a silver tip. The shafts are covered with finally detailed Celtic designs.
He slowly runs his fingers over the the arrows for a second before with drawing his hand and reaching underneath the table in front of him. He pulls out a black quiver and rests it on the table next to the arrows. He slowly picks up the arrows and carefully slides them into his quiver as if they are that of a holy artifact.
As he slides the last arrow into the quiver he raises himself up from the table and turns towards a small cot with a large wooden box lying next to it. The man walks over and reaches down picking up a folded black hooded vest that rest on top of it. He slides the vest on and cinches the straps before pulling the hood up over his head.
He turns his attention back to the table and picks up the quiver arrows and places it on his back and does the same with the compact bow. He slowly turns to his left towards a mirror that rests against the wall. He stares at his reflection in the mirror with a calm cold stare. His bearded brown eyed reflection staring right back at him before he turns and walks over to the table with the scroll and picks it up. He slides the scroll inside the front of his vest without looking at it.
"The hunt begins"
In the center of the maze a stairway leads down underneath the grounds of the estate into the center of a dark hidden inner sanctum. The central area has Torches lining the walls as men dressed in black move through out. Some carry old scrolls in their hands while others string bows and Fletch arrows. Black banners hang along the walls designed with a Celtic symbol.
One of the dark clad men begins walking towards the back of the room towards a large closed wooden door. He knocks once before reaching out and grabbing the large round metal handle and pushing the door open.
A shirtless man with long black hair sits at a table in the back of the room with his back to the door. His back is covered in scars like he has been through hell itself. A black compact bow sits off to his right on the edge of the table. He turns his head slightly at the sound of the door opening behind him.
"What is it?"
"The contract has arrived master"
"Very well"
The black clad man pulls a scroll out from the inside of his vest and places it on the table on the right side of the door before turning and leaving the room.
The man returns his attention to the table in front of him where a long rectangular object covered in leather rest in front of him. He reaches fore ward and carefully undoes the draw string before lifting back the flap of the object. Inside rest a dozen black arrows with black feathers and a silver tip. The shafts are covered with finally detailed Celtic designs.
He slowly runs his fingers over the the arrows for a second before with drawing his hand and reaching underneath the table in front of him. He pulls out a black quiver and rests it on the table next to the arrows. He slowly picks up the arrows and carefully slides them into his quiver as if they are that of a holy artifact.
As he slides the last arrow into the quiver he raises himself up from the table and turns towards a small cot with a large wooden box lying next to it. The man walks over and reaches down picking up a folded black hooded vest that rest on top of it. He slides the vest on and cinches the straps before pulling the hood up over his head.
He turns his attention back to the table and picks up the quiver arrows and places it on his back and does the same with the compact bow. He slowly turns to his left towards a mirror that rests against the wall. He stares at his reflection in the mirror with a calm cold stare. His bearded brown eyed reflection staring right back at him before he turns and walks over to the table with the scroll and picks it up. He slides the scroll inside the front of his vest without looking at it.
"The hunt begins"
