Aegean

righ tthis is mostly finished needs a bit of an intro. Yes i realise once again i've not posted for a month but i've been busy with school stuff. Due to the release of the film 300 and most of the books and games i've been playing/reading of late i'm obsessed by the ancient world, mainly Greece and Rome so this is the introduction of a character who ihave a back story for and a story for him to step into. so here goes.

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A single figure stood on the deck of the ship, dressed in a deep crimson leather breast plate and padded kilt. The pirates could see little of his face accept a mouth showing a confident smile and a trident beard, the rest of the man’s face was the blank façade of a Grecian style helmet, painted the same colour as his armour. As the two hulls met the pirates leapt to the larger vessel the armoured man stepped forward,’Greetings, I welcome you to the Mikos, how may I serve you’ his voice was smooth and even showing no hint of fear. Several of the brigands looked at each other not sure of the situation, others drew daggers and pushed their way to the front, Skemis the short Kretian spoke first, ‘Ho friend. We are here to liberate some of your cargo.’ The crimson warrior laughed and drew a leaf-bladed sword form a scabbard at his waist, ‘this blade was a gift from Palemides of Rhodes for killing twelve men who attempted to assassinate him,’ he sheathed the blade and drew two gladii from over his shoulders, ‘these came from the roman senate after I defeated five champions of the first legion,’ he sheathed these and drew and elaborate dagger from a sheath by his right greave, ‘and this was given to me at the funeral of prince Themes of Egypt for hunting down the assassins who murdered him while he slept.’ This too he sheathed and took up a heavy Spartan shield and a spear, ‘These two have stories as does my unusual armour but of course I’ve bored you enough, please attempt to take the goods of my friends here; some of you may survive.’
He drew his foot back raised his shield and tilted the spear forward. Four men moved towards the warrior, daggers in hand, two carried spears but none of the pirates were used to much resistance, one sent a wild slash trying to manoeuvre round the shield; his reward for the effort was a shield through his throat. The warrior dropped the spear rolled forward blocking a spear blow with the shield and drew his first sword killing another two pirates as he got to his feet, a third died with the reverse stroke. The pirates began to attack in greater numbers, the warrior moved faster, blocking blows and responding with his own. One thrust into a spine meant has sword became lodged he dropped the blade and allowed his shield to fall from his arm as he drew the two gladii and plunged the short blades into two fresh attackers. There were three men left on the deck and warrior ran forward throwing the gladii at two of the pirates taking both through the throat, as he ran he drew the dagger from its sheath and rolled past the pirate to rise behind him holding the dagger to the pirates throat, ‘You failed friend, now take your boat and leave.’ The stumbled over the deck then, half climbed and half fell onto the brigand’s bireme. He barked orders to the slaves cut the grapple lines to the trader’s ship, and then the oars slid out of their holds into the sea as the slaves began to row. And so Melikos came to again to the Aegean.

Batan

Right, lots to update lets do it fat shall we:

• am now 18
• have finished january modules
• am still in love
• am still looking to do psychology
• still partially doing CU

other things have changed but they're not realyl important enough to talk about, yes i am aware that i never finsih stories but my current created character i like more than any other os hes a new new story.
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I’d met him before, in the same post house, several years before, the man they called Batan; his real name was lost, even he had forgotten it and Batan seemed to fit the lean young man with his well kept beard who hid beneath the hood of his long coat never showing all of his face.
It had been a cold winter’s night, a blizzard blowing outside the snow whipping at the faces of travellers. We had both been forced to stop on our travels and rent a room by ferocity of the elements. He had sat hunched over a tankard at the bar, his finger sliding round the rim, snow still sat on the shoulders of his coat. I approached the bar; set down my bag unbuckled my short sword and sat on the neighbouring stool. I greeted the bar man and nodded to him, he grunted a reply sat back and drained the contents of the tankard. He looked at me as he set down the mug, ‘another?’ he nodded and a half smile crept onto his lips,’Batan’
He held out his hand, his voice matched his appearance low and intense, I took his hand; as we exchanged is pleasantries I ordered a second tanked for him and one of my own with a little bread and cheese.
The Blizzard kept up for threes days when none when came or went from the post house, Batan and I built up what you could almost call a friendship in those three days, we discussed old times he his time with the army and I of the great city on the lake where I had once worked as a merchant before the hordes came and I was forced to pedal my wares from town to town. Dark days we lived in and it took hard men like Batan and the other wild men who lived in the mountain passes to protect the rest of us citizen from the continuing rampage of the horde. The second time I met him I was again travelling the high mountain paths when I passed the post house we had spent our three days in, it had become some what of a tradition for me that I stop at least for a small meal and a drink at the post house before travelling on, for three years I’d come back but this year I entered to see him sitting in the same old green coat, his long sword by his side, but now his eyes seemed darker, gone the happy mocking look replaced by one of loss and fear. I sat beside him we embraced and then he began to sob, then he told me the story of his past three years.