Built for the Monthly Universal Challenge: Truth, and Justice over in the Lands Of Mythron group. If you have not joined I highly suggest you do, it is a spectacular group!
About this creation
Destrian ran through the forestas the shrubbery and foliage caressed his shoulders. He had just escaped from Meids from an attack between a group of outlaws, and, much to Destrian's confusion, a combined force of Rainosians and Mythronians. Destrian was not a part of that outlaw group, but he was known as one of the most wanted in Mythron, ever since his framing, and he was immediately put under chase by three Rainosians.
Destrian glanced behind. Originally there were three of the barbarians chasing him, but he only saw two. The third, an orc, must have had trouble catching up. He looked forward again, and saw that he had reached the bank of a stream, instinctively he jumped over, landing on the other side.
As quick as lightning, motivated by the possibility of imminent death, Destrian whipped out an arrow out of his quiver, clipped it onto the string of his bow, and aimed for the larger man farther away from Destrian's position. He let go, but the Rainosian jumped away in time, letting the arrow fly into the bush next to him.
The other man that was closer to him lunged, brandishing his sword. Destrian hopped a meter away, letting the man's sword hit the grass. It was partially stuck in the dirt, and the man had a little of a struggle to pull it out.
Fortunately it gave Destrian enough time to pull out another arrow. He set it on the string and pulled back. He was only a meter away at point blank range, so he didn't care to aim. The arrow ripped through his stomach, coming out the other side and leaving blood gushing out, leaving a small puddle of blood under his body.
Suddenly Destrian was slammed down into the stream. The other Rainosian, whom he had tried to shoot and kill but failed, had kicked him down. He saw him raise his sword, ready to accomplish the killing blow, but Destrian rolled to his left, the sword splashing into the water.
Destrian popped up and then slapped the man aside. He fell head first into the flowing, staining his clothes darker than their original color. He struggled to get up, but he saw the water darken into a dark red color, and knew he must have injured his head.
But he knew that the Rainosian would have shown no mercy if the same happened to him, so pulled out his knife, knelt down next to the barbarian, and slit his throat. Destrian couldn't bear to look at the wound he had just created, so he shifted his gaze towards the water.
Then he heard the rustling of bushes. He looked up and was surprised to see the Rainosian orc pushing through. He began to hobble faster towards Destrian, who quickly ran to recover his bow.
After doing so, he loaded his bow and sent an arrow through the forehead. The orc let out a small grunt, and then toppled.
Destrian then noticed a map sticking out of one of the Rainosian's pockets. It was the map of all of Mythron, and certain places were marked, the places where all outlaws lived and took shelter. He saw a list of names, and recognized them all. It was the names of all the outlaws known, some were crossed out, and his name was on the list.