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Gin Tamashi

Gin Tamashi
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Gin had been asked by Kreck, a now friend of his who is one of the tribesman of Imuchakk, to guard the village overnight. The request had come directly from the Chieftain and it is, by what Kreck said, a great honor. Gin asked why would the Chieftain ask an outsider to be a guard. It seems that the Chieftain had heard of his abilities and that there was a lack of warriors within the village due to avalanches.

It was a quiet night, cold night. The cold was nipping at the bundled up young man who shivered, hugging his staff. He looked about and saw the last of the tribesmen enter their huts, which were as large as houses. The snow blanketed the area and all was well… except for the cold.

After a few hours of silence, Gin had paced the entire village at least once. He had noticed two other night guards who were pacing the village as well. The size and bulk of the goliaths were amazing, it was hard to believe someone would actually consider causing trouble whether they be foreign or even citizens themselves.

After reaching the southern end of the village, Gin was about to turn back and walk towards the west end but had noticed movement up a nearby slope. He was sure someone was up there and if it was a citizen of Imuchakk, he would have noticed their massive size or even heard their heavy footing.

“Bell Call” Gin focused; the rukh around him brought the surrounding sounds towards his ears. He could hear them; footing. Soft slow feet, and quick ones every so often. There was no talking, just light feet; surely not of Goliaths.

Gin chased after the sounds, rounding huts, climbing a slope and soon he found himself face to face with a man about his own size, covered from head to toe in white attire, even his face was covered, but his eyes and bulk showed he was a man.

Magoi Remaining: 90/100

Word Count: 331/500


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Gin Tamashi

Gin Tamashi
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Gin noticed that the ‘hooded’ man looked just as surprised as he was, “What is your business here?” Gin demanded as he gripped his staff with both hands.

“Didn’t know the giants accepted humans into their tribe” said the masked man as he pulled out a knife. Gin took a step back and was about to call out the name of a spell when he heard a small laugh from behind him.

“Seems to me these giants are lacking in numbers if they are relying on shorter beings with sticks” said the second who dressed just the same as the first. Gin was being flanked and it was making him unconformable.

“Do not underestimate me” Gin said as he was shifting his sight from one bandit to the other, “What is your business here?”

“ That is none of your business” said the second who then drew his own blade. Then without another word, the two bandits ran towards Gin.

Gin quickly released the rukhs he had called towards him as a burst of sound, “Bell Toll” A burst of sound released around the magician, repelling the two bandits and sending them flying back and landing in the snow. Not expecting magic gave Gin an advantage, but at the moment he had to be on his toes, he didn’t know if the two came along with any more assistance; if so, they must have heard the sound of his spell and will be running towards their allies.

Gin quickly laid on the snow, pretending to be dead with his eyes slightly open. Within a minute three more bandits arrived. They looked over the area from their own people then soon two of them went to look over Gin while the third stood some distance away. Perfect.

“Bell Toll!” The sound burst blasted the two bandits nearest to Gin away, knocking them out and rolling on the snow bank. Gin quickly stood up. The third bandit hesitated for a moment, but looking around to his four unconscious allies, he chose to run instead. Gin couldn’t allow him to escape, he quickly slammed his staff into the snow and called to the rukh to aid him. Sound vibrated through the floor beneath the snow and quickly reached the last bandit; within a moment a pillar of sound erupted from beneath the bandit’s feet, sending him off the ground just a few feet and landing into the snow.

The day was saved and Gin felt proud.

“Achoo!” and sick.

Magoi Remaining: 60/100

Word Count: 740/500


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