Well I suppose I should get ready and find Solomia already.

 

Shea: Well, I think this is way too inconspicuous. It just screams, 'come and kill me.'

 

 

Shea: Maybe this would be better, something like a sellsword would wear.

 

 

Shea: Gods why am I being so indecisive? My sister is out probably on the verge of death and I'm here caring about what I look like.

 

 

Shea: Fuck it, I should get going now if I want to get to Solomia alive.

 

 

A few moments later...

 

Shea: Well that explains the howling...

 

 

Shea: But I doubt any wolves would come near me. They hate the smell of vampires.

 

 

Shea: Now where was it that note said, north of Dragon Bridge? I guess I could find that easily. There can't be that many caves here.

 

 

Shea: Actually, they're famous last words. I suppose it could be tough finding them.

 

 

An hour or so later...

 

Shea: So this is Dragon Bridge huh? I was expecting a bridge at least, but I suppose there was some reason to call it Dragon Bridge. Say is that...an inn. I need to stop off at one, keep my profile low. If I'm wandering at every hour, I expect the townspeople would get suspicious.

 

 

Shea: I admit, this inn is a little...quiet. Too quiet. What's the term? Silence before a storm, I think it was.

 

 

Shea: Well, maybe there's some free things I can 'borrow.'

 

 

Shea: Really? Nothing? {Gasps} Who's there?

 

 

Bandit 1: We want that armour and medallion of yours, give it all to us and we'll let you live.

 

 

Bandit 2: C'mon hurry up, we ain't got all night!

 

 

Bandit 3: Well we could certainly spend all night with her, she's beautiful enough.

 

 

Shea: I'll take the compliment, thank you. But I'm afraid you really don't understand the situation, you are going to drop everything and leave. If I turn and you're still stood there, I'm going to kill each and every one of you. There's six of you right? Everyone else hiding in the rooms, how cliche.

 

 

Bandit 1: Do you think you have us shaking in our boots?

 

 

Shea: {Turning around} You sure as hell should be...

 

 

Bandit 1: Aaahh!

 

 

Shea: So Who's next?!

 

 

Bandit 3: No please! 

 

 

Bandit 2: C'mon on then...ah...uh...

 

 

Shea: So here's the other three. I can't say it was a pleasure. But I'll give you a choice. The same as theirs.

 

 

Bandit 4: A TRUE NORD NEVER BACKS DOWN!

 

 

Bandit 5: Yeeaahh!

 

 

Shea: Fucking fools.

 

 

Shea: Well, I've already killed three, what's the harm in adding another few to the pile, it's not like I'm going to get anywhere without killing.

 

Bandit 4: Raahhh, aahrghh!

 

 

Bandit 5: No not the hand please!

 

 

Shea: Bunch of fucking pansies.

 

 

Shea: Oh I forgot about you, you really are just marvellous, for a walking carpet.

 

 

Bandit 6: I am no walking carpet, smoothskin!

 

 

A few moments later...

 

Shea: Well for the record, don't talk shit, unless you can enforce those words.

 

 

Shea: Admittedly, it'd be a shame to see any of these go to waste. It has been a while since I've fed. Weeks I think. And the smell of all this blood is making me a little woozy. Maybe one bite won't hurt.

 

 

Shea: Well back to the search I suppose.

 

 

End of Chapter 19

 

Thank you for reading this far it is truly wonderful, I hope you enjoyed the read. Any feedback is always appreciated. Thank you again

Also first attempt at a...kind of, on screen fight, feel free to put your opinions below