My story, the Regale saga

Chapter 1: Regale Saga redo

The town, if you could call it that, ha seen better days. There were 3 houses and an inn, and it was probably the most boring place for 20 miles. However, that was before the stranger arrived.

When the man did, it was as though he stepped from the shadows, or out of thin air. Every step he took cast dust up onto the back his long, hoodless black cloak. His startlingly green eyes scanned the little "town", masked slightly by the black hair that fell around his head.

He walked into the inn, not surprised to find that it was only inhabited by two others. However, it was those two others that caught his attention. They were also wearing cloaks, colors opposite to his, but theirs had hoods which covered their faces, however one had patterns of flames, dancing up around his body and onto his hood, while the other was decorated with a slight white color which faded into red as it went down. The stranger smiled slightly, however it was hard to notice as his face, laden with scars on the visible part, was covered in a black scarf from the nose down, and the scarf hung down his back. He took a table near the back, and looked sideways at the two others, who were seated at the bar.

"What can I get you?" the bartender asked, after walking up to him from cleaning a nearby booth. The stranger looked at him, and in the his eyes the bartender saw pain, fear, and terrifying power. He shuddered, and hurried back to his duties.

The stranger looked back to the other customers, who were now standing and facing his table four feet away.

"So, what we were told is true. A man in a black cloak, searching for us. We never expected to find you so close to us" The flamed one said to him in a low voice. "Won't the higher ups be pleased when we bring back your body. We might even get promoted" He smiled cruelly, and drew a short sword from within the folds of his white cloak. It was a plain blade, hardly worth mentioning, but in the next moment it was pointed at the owner, who didn't notice for another second. He drew a surprised breath as he drew back. They had been told that this man was noteworthy, but to snatch his sword without him noticing?

"So, we can do this however you want," said the man in black, "You can give me the info I need, and I'll let you off without any harm. You could let me beat you for the info, or you could simply run, and make this a little interesting."

What happened next happened so fast it is hard to explain, but I will try my best. The faded red one, let's call him Red, drew a matching set of long daggers and struck at the black cloaked one from either side with them. Flames, however, turned and fled as fast as he could. The stranger charged into Red with his shoulder, and knocked him out with the flat of the blade he had taken, then dashed out the door after Flames.

By this time he was down the road, and no normal person could catch him. After running for a little while, the stranger was less than ten feet behind Flames. The black cloaked one hurled the short sword at the fleeing man, cutting open his leg making him fall over.

"Now, I can stop the bleeding, and you can't, because if you move I'll hit you" the stranger said. His eyes showed a little excitement. "You two gave me the most fun I've had for a week. Now, once you tell me what I need to know, I'll patch up your wound. First off, where is the closest base of your "organization"?

Flames was gasping with pain. Never had he actually been hurt like this. He nodded when the stranger asked for info, and spoke when asked.

"The base is southwest from here, a day's walk. Holds about thirty men. Please make it stop!" he rasped out.

"Okay, good. Second question, who's the leader there?" The man had been taking out some bandages and was preparing them.

"I don't know, I swear, I always got my orders from the same guy, and he couldn't be the leader." Flames told him. The stranger nodded and proceeded to wrap Flames' leg. He threw in some natural painkillers, to help. He stood, and started walking in the direction indicated.

"Wait! Before you go, I have to know, what's your name?" Flames asked him, wondering who in the world would cut a man open then treat the wound.

The man stopped, and speaking slowly, as if mesmerized by the question.

"My name... I haven't used it in so long." he turned to Flames, "I suppose my name is Regale" He smiled, somehow Flames could tell, then turned back and continued on his way.

If I get about 5 good comments I could try and write chapter 2

 

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