Sins of Sons, continued
Double-Ganger
_Told from the View Of Ikurus Darkrune
Ahhh. Thay! It's been way too long. Now, usually, you'de think "Thay? Why would i want to go there? There's nothing but Rampaging Wizards and slaves" Well, mate, that's where your wrong, you simply just don't know where to look…..
It was raining that night, a drink would do me good. I took a quick glance around then opened the door to my favorite bar. It was quiet. It creaked open. I saw the ten or eleven pathetic slobs slouching over there ale. I grinned, and made my way to the back rooms.
The polished heels of my boots clicked against the hard floor. My coat swung back and forth slightly as i slowly and casually made my way past them. "Pathetic swine" I said softly to myself through a small snicker. Which, later, i would live to regret. One must have heard me, but stayed quiet nonetheless.
It was my gold studded red robes, he must have figured i was a Red Wizard.
Anyway, i made my way past the corner and walked down the poorly lit hall. It got less and less messy, ugly, dark, and damp the farther i went.
When i finally got to the end and knocked against the wooden part of the stone door. The slit at my head's height opened up...
"I'll be damned, Ikurus Darkrune!" The voice splurted out through the faint sounds of music from behind the door.
"Come in, come in!" The door swung open, revealing the huge crowd inside. The music was booming into my ears, the lights glazing my eyes to the point where they were pacticly burning.
It was beautifull.
"Good to see you, mate." I politely stated to the rather large bouncer who guarded the door. With a nod he took my coat and hat, i cracked my knuckles, adjusted my hair and walked right in with a grin.
Underneath my Red Coat, which was now in the hands of the bouncer, i wore my tight black pants, silver chains and studs hanging from them in several places. My shirt was silver and black, real stylish. I adjusts the collar and proceeded to the bar to get a drink.
I grinned as the women sized me up, i walked right through the dance floor towards the bar. For that one moment i was the center of attention, but of course, i would soon be again thanks to my younger brother...
"Ikurus! Ikurus, my man!" It was Jazz. Jazz Darkrune, youngest of three sons. He looked just like me. I suppose that's why i like him so much.
" 'ey jazzy" I said idly as i waved the bar tender for a drink.
One thing you will realise about jazz, is that he gets himself, and me, into lot's… and i mean Lot's of trouble sometimes.
He had two women to his right, one to his left, his arms wrapped around the two nearest, one holding a cigar, the other holding a half empty bottle of wine. He was grinning like a cocky bastard. A real grade-A player.
"Things goin' well fer you, mate?" He asked while one of the women stroked his chest through his shirt.
I just chuckled and shrugged.
Bang! The entrance door swung open and clashed against the wall with a loud 'thud'.
I saw the bouncer take a rather large coat, then i saw him.
This massive, hairy, smelly, toothy, green half orc. When i saw massive, i mean gigantic. Twice my size. He stomped through the dance floor, sat his rather large rear end on the seat beside Jazz, oposite of my side of course.
Jazz looked at me with a devious grin. Then he got that look in his eye. That damnable look. Everytime i see it i know somethings gonna go wrong. He grinned and winked, then proceeded to turn to the brute beside him.
"You look like you could lose a pound or two, mate…"
He said cooly and calmly through that wretched grin of his.
The brute grunted, sized Jazz up, then grinned a disturbingly wide, toothy, not to mention yellowish-green grin.
"Yahs want tu insults Me!?" This monster of a half orc lashed out to Jazz.
The women around Jazz quickly and hastily got up, and walked away looking rather scared.
Jazz must have been drunk, because even i'm not stupid enough to press an angry massive half orc's buttons.
"You heard me you smelly, pompous, rotting, ugly, decomposing piece of Necromancer bait!" Jazz leaned back on his chair, closed his eyes halfway, then discreetly lifted a finger at me, pointing it to my left hand. The half orc must not have noticed, because he didn't go to snap Jazz's head off.
I knew what he wanted me to do. I knew that the orc was in for a fight. I sighed and shoved my drink to the orc's face.
Jazz quickly kicked his stool to the orc's feet and begun casting.
A lept on the table, got my balance and begun casting a spell of my own.
Jazz, you see, is a master of illusion and enchantments. While i, Ikurus, am a master at simply obliterating things.
The orc was blinded by the hard liquor, and stumbled down with a loud "boom" to the floor.
Jazz ended his spell and the orc turned to his back, drooling with a glazed look in his eye.
I ended mine and sent an acid arrow right to his throat.
"Time to go, mate!" Jazz yelled to me with a more then amused tone.
I frowned, the idget was going to get us kicked out or killed. I took a small leap from the table and quickly made my way through the dance floor.
"Out'v my way, please, were in a bit of a rush, hmm!?" I barked, the people moved and kept gawking at me and my brother, who was grinning the whole time we made our way out.
The bouncer gave me my coat, which i threw over my shoulders but kept unbuttoned. It's back end swaying back and forth as Me and Jazz made or way accross the long hallway.
We made it to the corner to turn into the low-life bar. We were un-pleasantly surprised..._
