Thrill of the Hunt

[BaldurAnthology]

Swimming his way to the shore, Hmurr contemplated the island before him. His orders were to infiltrate Goldenglow Estate, empty the safe, set three of the beehives on fire, then return for payment. Hmurr's night vision showed him several guards around. This would be fun. He reached for his bow and notched an arrow, breathing out slowly he focused on a target; a patrolling mercenary near a dock. He let loose the arrow, and watched, satisfied as he struck the target in the back of the head, sending his body into the water with a splash. He smiled even wider when other mercenaries started running to the dock, and he started letting arrows fly, killing them off one by one.

 

They aren't too bright, are they? He thought gleefully to himself. He sheathed his bow, and heard a silky metal sound behind him. It was going so well too. he thought. He stood up slowly, and spun slashing the mercenary with his razor sharp claws. The man staggered backwards clutching his throat, crimson already pouring between his fingers. Hmurr walked away, tail waving passively behind him to help keep his balance, the mercenary already dead. He found his way to the beehives, and lit a torch, his eyes protesting at the sudden brightness. He lit the required 3 hives on fire, and checked that off on a small piece of parchment.

 

Now to the safe He thought to himself as he read the list. He walked up to the main house, and pulled out his lock-pick set. He grimaced at the high quality lock, but inserted the fine metal pick, and twisted it around, trying to find the groove that would unlock it. After a few broken picks, he managed to unlock the door, and stepped inside. Almost immediately, a mercenary stepped out from around a corner on patrol, and attacked him, shouting for other men. Hmurr drew his other weapon, an ebony blade, and with a pirouette, the man's head was severed from his body. He barely had time to react before another mercenary attacked him from behind.

 

Hmurr slashed and stabbed, trying to get the man away from him, or more preferably, to die. Before long, he had his second wish, as a fortunate mistake on his part caused him to slash the man across his jugular vein, and Hmurr smiled as he saw the man's lifeblood draining from his soon to be dead body. He turned and walked away, thrusting his sword forward as he walked around the corner into the gut of an approaching mercenary. He quickly slashed downwards, and beheaded the man so he wouldn't have to feel the pain. Hmurr found the door to the basement, and discovered a lock he could probably open with a sneeze. Imbeciles He thought to himself, kicking the door open instead of wasting his time. He made his way downstairs and found himself in a room with two more guards. They were playing a card game at a table. Hmurr decided to sneak past them instead of killing this time, and crept through the basement, heart pounding in his chest, until he reached the safe. He pulled out his lockpicks again, and started picking the safe lock.

 

After a while, and several broken picks, Hmurr finally managed to get the safe lock to turn, and pulled the door open. He retrieved an odd letter, which he sealed in an oiled leather pouch to avoid it getting wet in the swim home, and a few gold pieces for his trouble. He crept back through the basement, and found his way outside again, ready to finally drop this off and rest. He walked past the dead bodies of the mercenaries he'd killed, and gracefully dove off the dock into the water, beginning the long swim back to Rifton.

[AurianaValoria1]

Nice work. I like it. :D

[Naktis]

Ooh. What a lovely little story. I liked it very much! :thumbsup:

[Keanumoreira]

You're a very strong and experienced writer. Your story flowed gracefully and ended with poise. Very satisfying and well written. Do write more. :thumbsup: Edited August 2, 2012 by Keanumoreira

[BaldurAnthology]

Thank you! I just wrote that because Tokyo suggested it..