Feanor Ancalime
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Feanor is a son of an established merchant, his childhood was fairly
comfortable, until his mother became insane and ran away form the
family.
Feanor's father has three wives, after his mother left; he was
re-located to live with the second wife. Based on the hatred and
jealousy, his stepmother treated him badly and he was living under
consistent physical and mental abuse. He could not report any of the
abuse to his father, as his step mother has promised him that, if any
of the this is reported, more abuse will brought upon to Feanor.
Feanor always believe he will shine away form home one day, which was
what his mother told him since babe. With this believe, he endured the
abuse silently and suffer the pain form his missing mother in his
heart. Maybe because of the nature of abuse he experienced, Feanor is
often interested in fighting or generally express his aggression. At
the same time, due to his small Elven body frame, he relies on cunning
and flexibility in combat. When Feanor beginning to mature, he joined
the gang of local gypsy, "Quessir en' Marth" (Elves of Luck), it
is where Feanor learnt about the deity Erevan Ilesere, and became his
worshiper.
Quessir en' Marth based around The Dalelands, and are mostly
populated with Elves. They are merchants, fortunetellers and
performers. They are also thieves, thugs and bandits; they are
everything and nothing to the mainframe of the society, an ideal place
for the young ones to explore their talent.
Feanor has joined the gypsy only for a short time; he knew nothing
about the external dealings outside of the camp. Until one early
evening, while Feanor was preparing the chairs for the evening
performance, a troop of ten armed man entered the campsite and has
begun searching through the camp.
These men rush passed Feanor was searching something or someone
specific, they paid Feanor no attention.
While all these people busy doing their random search, a study man
slowly approached him.
"I am Gogun McLankan, Wing Captain of Lord Manson". The large human
spoken in a deep voice, wearing heavy plated leather armour in a cape.
Judging by his dark tan and rough scared skin, he is experienced in
combat and might even in warfare. But by the condition of his hair and
clothing, he is also a wealthy man.
The captain asked Feanor the whereabouts of the rest of the gypsy,
Feanor were shocked in respond, as he saw them just a moment ago before
the arrival of the guards. Understood the innocence of young Feanor,
McLankan convinced him to join his wagon to see Lord Manson.
As they begun travelling on the road, Feanor was lost in confusions, as
he slipped into his lost mind and starring into the blank, he realised
few of the guards surrounding him were slowly drifted to sleep.
Then, he heard a sudden shout, "On guard!"
Immediately, sounds of the drawn blades echo each other, as the guards
stood up looking around, only McLankan remained claim and seated.
Feanor turned back and looked at the guards which were sleeping, but as
their faces rolled towards him, he realised they were actually dead,
all with blood bleed though their eyes, noses, ears and mouths.
The wagon suddenly stopped, then, the horses begun to behave strangely,
they stumbled a few random steps and then slowly fell down on the
ground, and the whole surrounding were left with silence.
McLankan adjusted the format of his troop, some solders now armed with
crossbows, staying sharp and alert. He waited and thinks for a while,
and seems to understand the disadvantaged of his position. But, as the
car can no longer mobile and the night is falling fast, the troop was
forced to walk out of the car. McLankan given Feanor the hand signal to
stay in the car, then commanded his group in formation, slowly moving
out.
"Stay away form the windows", one of the guards told Feanor.
As the guard turned back towards to his group, a sudden sound of the
crossbow has fired; everyone turned their attention towards to the
direction.
It was a slim small figure, flying towards to the crossbowman. The
figure moves in great speed, he flied into one of the guard's face
with his kneed, killing the victim immediately. While still in mid air,
he leaped towards to another guard and swung his inner forearm into the
guard's face. He landed on the ground in a crouching position, then
drew his weapon and japed into the foot of another guard. The assassin
stood up in front of his victim, while doing so; he sliced open the
guard stomach.
The small assassin stood still for a moment after his strike, with his
dagger still holding in the air, he was waiting the attack from the
guards. As he expected, a blade was striking towards him from his back,
he timed, then at the right moment, he spin his body around where the
blade just missed, consequently, he pulled the dagger down into the
attacking guard's chest with his whole body weight, caused an
instinct death to the guard.
After killing the third guard he immediately rolled on the ground
towards to an incoming guard, then, jumped up into to the guard's
stomach with his shoulder, knocking the guard off balance and caused
him to sick immediately. The guard struggled to breath, leaning on his
attacker, covering the assassin and acting as a meat shield.
As one of the remaining guards rushed into the rescue, he was stabbed
in the inner thigh; the assassin stabbed him from between the legs of
the meat shield.
Within a moment, a troop of ten men now only two remain: the captain
and another soldier. McLankan strike quickly, thrusting a long blade
towards to the assassin's face, but the assassin pushed the meat
shield towards to the captain.
McLankan quickly dropped his longsword and catches his man, without any
time to check his man's condition, he felt a hostile energy rushing
towards him, and he quickly attempted to draw his short sword.
But the assassin came rushed to the captain with great speed; he pushed
the captain's blade back into its hilt and switched his attention to
the last standing guard behind him.
The last remaining guard was attacking behind the assassin, but the
assassin reacted quickly, he back-kicked the guard's arm using his
heel, knocking the guard's blade off his hand, then, swung his dagger
at the guard with the full turn of his body. The last remaining guard
died in front of the captain
McLankan needed to do something quickly, being disarmed; he punched the
assassin's face, knocking the mask off the ground.
Taken a punch, the assassin spied in the air and landed on one leg in a
posture of a crane, confidently showing himself, his face was fully
burned and melted.
He looked at McLankan with truly no expression, then, casually walked
towards to the captain.
McLankan saw the coming of the assassin; he drew his shortsword,
prepared for a fight. As McLankan awaiting the strike calmly, his
attacker leaped towards to him with great speed.
The captain dogged the rushed attack a side, and then striked the
assassin with his blade. But the assassin reacted quickly; he spied in
mid air, deflected the blow with his dagger, but was knocked off the
balance and landed on the ground.
As soon as the assassin landed of the ground, he slide towards to the
captain and brought him down on the ground as well. As the captain was
falling, the attacker leaped on to him, hammering his dagger towards to
the captain.
Being off balanced and landed on the ground with his armed hand first,
McLankan have no alternative but to block the incoming blade with his
other hand. Having an injured hand, McLankan quickly get away from the
disadvantaged position by rapidly moving away form the assassin. The
assassin did not chase, and the captain was on his feet again.
>From the corner of his eye, McLankan saw the strange skin colour of his
fallen man, he realised the assassin was using a poisoned blade. By
avoid being killed by the poison, the captain placed his short sword
under his armpit, then waited a moment for gathering his strength. He
breathed in slowly, and then quickly sliced the blade upwards, removing
his injured arm. He bandaged himself with his cape, and returned into
his combat stance, slowly moving on to the road.
Being in great shock, Feanor stealthy got out of the car, silently
escaped from the scene, clawing back towards to the direction of
Deepindale. He looks back several times and only saw the captain and
the assassin kept staring at each other.
Feanor thought to himself, "Is the assassin waiting for the captain
to lose enough blood? Or is the captain holding some trick in his
bag?"
The unusual hold out of the bleeding captain, indicate his unusual
confident.
A moment later, there were some moving torchlights from a behind the
captain. Without a moment of thought, the assassin dived into the
darkness and disappeared. Feanor saw the escape of the assassin, he
quickly speeded up his own escape, as his turned back to the direction
he is heading, and he came face to face to the dark assassin.