RS: R - Chp 1
Title: Raven Song: Requiem (1/?)
Fandom: Aveyond
Rating: Somewhere from PG-13 to T
Word Count: 7,240
Summary: Aveyond 3: Lord of Twilight and Aveyond 3: Gates of Night from Gyendal's perspective.
Notes: Fanon aplenty.
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Chapter 1
"'s it jez me or 'm seein' a red bat flyin' 'round?"
"Who cares?"
"But bats dun go ta sewers!"
"Who cares???"
Gyendal chuckled - considering his current form, the sound that came out of his mouth (muzzle?) was really a high-pitched squeak - as he flew past the bickering drunken thieves. Visiting various thieves' hideouts was something he enjoyed doing every once in a while. They have access to many useful information and items.
He navigated through the Peliad sewers leisurely, listening to the thieves' conversation for anything he might be interested in.
"Watch where you're going, you stupid lout!" a rather short man hollered, shoving a pudgy teenager aside, "You nearly crushed my cockroach!"
"Ye an' yer stinkin' roaches," the teen grumbled, "Ah kin walk where'er I wanna!"
"Why you..." the short man snarled and punched the teen right on the nose.
He momentarily paused to watch the two fight. One of the reasons why he could actually tolerate thieves and rogues was that they reminded him a lot of vampires.
Most of the time, at least, he thought in disgust when he saw a sleeping thief - a female one at that - sprawled on the floor in the most undignified manner, snoring loudly and drooling onto her chest.
A moment later he came across a group of thieves who seemed to have just recently returned with newly-gained loot. He flew closer and perched himself on a wall, watching the thieves unpack their bags.
"'Tis the worst day ever!" one of them complained, removing their hood. Gyendal saw that this thief was a woman. There was a lump on her forehead and one of her eyes was blackened.
"What, you got busted?" a young boy with a green scarf asked, laughing.
The woman huffed, touching the bump on her forehead gingerly, before replying, "No! Spent ages getting past traps an' picking locks just ta get at this... this..." She broke off, then dumped out the contents of her pack. An ancient-looking book tumbled to the ground.
A man with greying hair picked the book up. "A moldy old book? And ya say ya had ta get through traps ta get it? What kind of idiot makes booby traps jez fer a book?"
"Mebbe 'tis important?" a red-haired man suggested, "M'friend sez them magic folks likes ta keep their spell books real save."
"Hey, let me look!" Green Scarf grabbed the book and looked at the cover. "'Property of Mordred Darkthrop'? Eh. Not someone I know."
Gyendal's ears perked up. Darkthrop. There was something about the name that bothered him. He was certain that is was very significant to him once, but he couldn't remember why. He probed his memories, but nothing came to him other than a nostalgic feeling that flooded through him - similar to the feeling he sometimes experienced when he looked at his Ravenfoot crest pendant.
He let out a frustrated squeak. It appeared that he would have to take a look at the book if he wanted to remember anything. He flew down from his perch and assumed his human form.
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More notes:
1) Vampire bat-Gyendal: When I Googled pictures of vampire bats, some pictures show that they don't only hang upside down from ceilings; they can also perch on walls like Spiderman. I thought that was a pretty interesting thing.
2) Gyendal lurking in thieves' place: YAY FOR FANON!
3) Mordred's notebook: Heh. I kinda thought this sounds like a cop-out way of Gyendal discovering it. Tsk. It's sort of too easy, but hey, the Orb of Darkness is just sitting there in the Darkthrop Keep basement.
4) The thieves’ speech: I’m no good with accents and slurs. Pardon me if those bothered you. I try to keep them as normal as possible, but those weirdo speak just slipped. For some reason it’s actually fun to sneak in some of those “slang” speak.
5) Gyendal knowing the Darkthrops beforehand: YAY FOR EVEN MORE FANON.
Fandom: Aveyond
Rating: Somewhere from PG-13 to T
Word Count: 7,240
Summary: Aveyond 3: Lord of Twilight and Aveyond 3: Gates of Night from Gyendal's perspective.
Notes: Fanon aplenty.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Chapter 1
"'s it jez me or 'm seein' a red bat flyin' 'round?"
"Who cares?"
"But bats dun go ta sewers!"
"Who cares???"
Gyendal chuckled - considering his current form, the sound that came out of his mouth (muzzle?) was really a high-pitched squeak - as he flew past the bickering drunken thieves. Visiting various thieves' hideouts was something he enjoyed doing every once in a while. They have access to many useful information and items.
He navigated through the Peliad sewers leisurely, listening to the thieves' conversation for anything he might be interested in.
"Watch where you're going, you stupid lout!" a rather short man hollered, shoving a pudgy teenager aside, "You nearly crushed my cockroach!"
"Ye an' yer stinkin' roaches," the teen grumbled, "Ah kin walk where'er I wanna!"
"Why you..." the short man snarled and punched the teen right on the nose.
He momentarily paused to watch the two fight. One of the reasons why he could actually tolerate thieves and rogues was that they reminded him a lot of vampires.
Most of the time, at least, he thought in disgust when he saw a sleeping thief - a female one at that - sprawled on the floor in the most undignified manner, snoring loudly and drooling onto her chest.
A moment later he came across a group of thieves who seemed to have just recently returned with newly-gained loot. He flew closer and perched himself on a wall, watching the thieves unpack their bags.
"'Tis the worst day ever!" one of them complained, removing their hood. Gyendal saw that this thief was a woman. There was a lump on her forehead and one of her eyes was blackened.
"What, you got busted?" a young boy with a green scarf asked, laughing.
The woman huffed, touching the bump on her forehead gingerly, before replying, "No! Spent ages getting past traps an' picking locks just ta get at this... this..." She broke off, then dumped out the contents of her pack. An ancient-looking book tumbled to the ground.
A man with greying hair picked the book up. "A moldy old book? And ya say ya had ta get through traps ta get it? What kind of idiot makes booby traps jez fer a book?"
"Mebbe 'tis important?" a red-haired man suggested, "M'friend sez them magic folks likes ta keep their spell books real save."
"Hey, let me look!" Green Scarf grabbed the book and looked at the cover. "'Property of Mordred Darkthrop'? Eh. Not someone I know."
Gyendal's ears perked up. Darkthrop. There was something about the name that bothered him. He was certain that is was very significant to him once, but he couldn't remember why. He probed his memories, but nothing came to him other than a nostalgic feeling that flooded through him - similar to the feeling he sometimes experienced when he looked at his Ravenfoot crest pendant.
He let out a frustrated squeak. It appeared that he would have to take a look at the book if he wanted to remember anything. He flew down from his perch and assumed his human form.
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More notes:
1) Vampire bat-Gyendal: When I Googled pictures of vampire bats, some pictures show that they don't only hang upside down from ceilings; they can also perch on walls like Spiderman. I thought that was a pretty interesting thing.
2) Gyendal lurking in thieves' place: YAY FOR FANON!
3) Mordred's notebook: Heh. I kinda thought this sounds like a cop-out way of Gyendal discovering it. Tsk. It's sort of too easy, but hey, the Orb of Darkness is just sitting there in the Darkthrop Keep basement.
4) The thieves’ speech: I’m no good with accents and slurs. Pardon me if those bothered you. I try to keep them as normal as possible, but those weirdo speak just slipped. For some reason it’s actually fun to sneak in some of those “slang” speak.
5) Gyendal knowing the Darkthrops beforehand: YAY FOR EVEN MORE FANON.