rajamatad

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    • *Teaching an Old Man New Tricks

      14 years ago

      rajamatad

      I had decided before the start of this fight that I was going to hold back and keep my full abilities hidden, but I quickly had to adjust my plan. The man, like the rest of the Brethren I had encountered, launched immediately into a fierce attack, looking to end the fight quickly. I wasn't going to give him that satisfaction.

      His first attack was impressive, first a lunge which I saw as a feint, then a slash to my torso, which I figured to be his actual attack and tried to intercept. He instead pulled back and lunged again, and I was forced to leap backward or be stabbed in the leg. He pressed his attack, jabbing and thrusting at me, trying to find an opening in my now more careful defense. I slowly gave ground, until I felt the wall of the cavern at my back, and decided to try something different. I knocked one of his swings wide, and in the opening I rushed at him, throwing my full weight against him. He staggered backward, and I was rewarded for my stunt with the pommel of his rapier on the back of my head.

      For a split-second, I blacked out, and out of desperation I stabbed out with my dagger, forcing him to parry and break from the attack that would surely have killed me. I retreated a few steps, and he remained motionless, watching me. On a hunch, I whipped my left arm forward, sending my dagger spinning at him, and rushed forward behind it. He expertly deflected it, but wasn't quick enough to completely parry my attack, and suffered a slash to his hip because of it. He merely shrugged it off, and responded by attacking with even more ferocity than before. It was all I could do to keep from getting impaled with each attack.

      I was beginning to see that I couldn't win this fight, and that thought was only strengthened when one jab slipped through my defense, piercing my left shoulder. I grimaced in pain, trying to reverse the momentum of the fight to put him on the defensive. Instead, I received a gash to my side, and another to my shin. The last wound brought me down to my knee, and I merely closed my eyes and waited for the inevitable. And waited. And waited. Against my better judgement, I opened one eye to see why he was torturing me so, only to see him fall over, a knife protruding from his back. Looking up, I saw Noven smirk, and begin walking towards me.

      "You see my friend, that is how you throw a dagger at someone."

      I chuckled, rembering to pay him back some time for waiting so long to save my ass.

    • Damnation

      14 years ago

      rajamatad

      jenyath: how do u say "it used"
      jenyath: ?
      AJF006: like it used an item, or like it used to be something?
      jenyath: yeah
      jenyath: bc usio isn't right
      AJF006: i think it's uso with an accent
      jenyath: ok
      jenyath: damn
      AJF006: hehe
      AJF006: accent?
      jenyath: I can't type an accent
      AJF006: just use a pen after you print
      jenyath: is it use in the present tense?
      AJF006: usa i believe
      AJF006: infinitive is usar
      jenyath: damnit, ur right
      jenyath: I hate fucking spanish
      jenyath: good thing it's due wed.
      AJF006: no, tuesday
      jenyath: w/e
      jenyath: on my agenda it says wed.
      AJF006: yeah, she's senile
      jenyath: whichever way, she won't get it tomorrow
      AJF006: the whole class got in an argument with her because she thought she said monday
      jenyath: good, that bitch needs to shut the fuck up and die
      AJF006: yep
      AJF006: cause she did tell us wednesday, but she kept telling us she said monday
      AJF006: so i guess she compromised on tuesday
      jenyath: shes a fucking bitch
      jenyath: and needs to die
      AJF006: yep
      jenyath: and burn in purgatory bc she's a damn Catholic
      AJF006: bah, catholics
      AJF006: who needs em
      jenyath: no one
      jenyath: they pray to dead ppl that can't do a thing to them
      jenyath: or for them
      jenyath: or w/e
      jenyath: I also hate Walmart
      AJF006: that's cool
      AJF006: why?
      jenyath: bc they put out Star Wars stuff before they were suppose to and wouldn't sell me the stuff
      jenyath: I hope the store goes down in flames
      AJF006: sure man
      AJF006: if you say so
      jenyath: I am angry
      AJF006: watch some redvsblue videos
      jenyath: takes too long to download
      AJF006: ah
      jenyath: and I hate spanish too
      AJF006: damn mexicans. . .
      jenyath: damn spicks
      jenyath: damn spanish language
      jenyath: damn Mrs. York
      jenyath: damn it all
      AJF006: damn you
      AJF006: damn the broccoli
      AJF006: and damn the wright brothers
      jenyath: burn in hell u stupid sob
      AJF006: i was quoting stewie
      jenyath: idc, u didn't say that
      jenyath: grrrrr!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11
      jenyath: damnit
      AJF006: grr11
      AJF006: nice
      jenyath: fucking 1's
      AJF006: yes
      AJF006: damn the number 1
      jenyath: and his buddy 2
      AJF006: yes
      AJF006: damn you too, 2
      jenyath: damn the whole numerical system
      jenyath: it's the fault of the numerical system
      jenyath: thats y the world is going to hell
      AJF006: and broccoli
      AJF006: they're in it together
      jenyath: damnit, I knew it all along
      jenyath: fucking broccoli
      jenyath: but whos the leader
      AJF006: osama
      jenyath: fucking Osama
      jenyath: first he attacks america, then the school system
      jenyath: that bastard
      jenyath: I'll fucking kill him
      AJF006: then teams up with the damn brocs
      AJF006: who were already allied with the numerical system
      jenyath: and the fucking numerical system
      jenyath: grrr....
      AJF006: and now we're all screwed
      jenyath: and now they're working with Spanish
      jenyath: we need to murder them all
      AJF006: yes
      AJF006: start with 1 and work your way up
      jenyath: well what about spanish
      jenyath: and broccli
      AJF006: burn a spanish diccionary
      AJF006: don't know about the brocs
      jenyath: well shit
      jenyath: maybe we should just kill Osama first
      AJF006: yes
      AJF006: and i will hang his head on my wall
      jenyath: y the head
      AJF006: the beard
      AJF006: only reason is the beard
      jenyath: oh, that makes sense
      jenyath: well what number has a beard
      jenyath: ???
      AJF006: hmm
      AJF006: maybe 13
      jenyath: idk, I think he shaved
      AJF006: damn
      AJF006: damn wily 13. . .
      AJF006: (wiley?)
      AJF006: meh
      jenyath: it doesn't matter
      jenyath: I just want someone with a beard on my wall too
      AJF006: santa claus
      jenyath: damn him
      AJF006: yes

    • You know. . .

      14 years ago

      rajamatad

      I guess I could use this thing here to say some stuff about myself. After all, it is a journal, right? Well, i'll start with how I am. Life has been good to me here lately. Most of that is thanks to my girlfriend. We've been together for about two months now (which may not seem like a while, but for me it is), and I've come to realise something: there is no such thing as 'love at first sight.' I say that because if it is indeed love, it's love at every sight. I read a quote once that said, "It's one thing to love someone. It's everything to love someone who loves you back." Oh, how true that is.
      Hmm, I guess I could tell a bit about her. Her name is Schai, she's about 5'3" with short, blonde hair, gorgeous green eyes that light up when she smiles, and while she may not think it, she's the most wonderful person in the world. I am happier now being with her than I have been in quite a long time. And my turn being happy has been a while coming.
      I've edited my stories that I've posted on here to have the titles start with a ' * ' to differentiate between my stories and actual journals. Also, I'm probably going to drop the Halo stories, unless there's anyone out there who just liked to read them. Feel free to say so and I'll continue with them too.
      Well, that's about all I have for now. Oh, I put some new pics up if you're just bored and feel like looking at them. Ciao for now!

    • *Dual Duels

      14 years ago

      rajamatad

      With a flick of my wrist, I had my rapier facing straight out, causing my adversary to stop his charge short or become impaled. Taking advantage of his pause, I launched into a series of lunges, feints, and slashes, only to have each deftly picked off by one of his blades. I had to admit, he was good.

      Deciding to try a different tactic before his friends could join the party, I let one of his parries send my rapier out wide, leaving an opening I knew he couldn't resist. As soon as he closed for the kill, I kicked out, catching him square in the chest and knocking the wind from him. He doubled over, only for a second, but that was all the time I needed to plant my dagger in his throat.

      I kicked him once again to remove him from my now twice-bloodied dagger. For some bizarre reason, it occured to me I hadn't drawn blood with my rapier yet. I'd just have to change that.

      The two others advanced almost casually, despite the fact I had just defeated who I had taken for their leader. Both, I noted, carried rapiers. Ah, now that's what I call sport!

      "So," I called to them before they got too close, "which of you buggers would like the honor of dying first?"
      They halted, glancing at one another. The one on my left, who appeared a bit older, nodded in my direction, and the younger began to close the gap between us.

      I brought my rapier up, bowing to him as I did so. He merely sneered and continued his advance. How honorable. I waited for him to make the first move, and was a bit disappointed. His lunge was dreadfully predictable, and was picked off by my dagger almost before it had fully begun. I followed with a lunge of my own, but he had used the momentum of my parry to swing about, both our blades meeting with a clash of steel. He grinned, and I responded by stabbing his right butt cheek with my dagger. He howled in pain, shoving his blade out and forcing me to step back.

      "You know, you could have wiped that stupid smirk off your face without my help," I told him.

      "You'll be the one wishing for help when I'm through!" He yelled.

      "Tsk tsk, what a temper we have!" I taunted, launching into a series of feints and lunges as I finished the remark.

      He was surprisingly good at defending against them, but I could tell he was tiring, as each parry came a split second later each time. Finally I was able to score a hit, stabbing through his calf and bringing him to his knees. I glanced at the other man, seeing him standing to the side, perfectly at ease. Weird. I continued to watch him as I put my rapier through my opponent's chest, ending our duel.

      "Well done," the man remarked. "He was one of my worst pupils."

      "Doesn't speak too highly of your skill, now does it?" I asked.

      "Oh, my skill speaks quite well for itself, I assure you." he replied, and strode forward, bringing his sword to his forhead as his salute. I returned his gesture, feeling a bit anxious about this next fight.

    • *Sewer Rats

      14 years ago

      rajamatad

      This time I didn't even bother trying to sneak through the alleys. It wouldn't have done any good. I gradually became aware of a nagging presence around me, but I dared not stop to see what it was. I needn't have anyway, as a shadow of a man loomed in my path some distance ahead. Persistent buggers. I charged ahead, holding my rapier before me like a spear, hoping the man would be forced to step aside and I could continue on. Instead, he merely vanished.

      I slowed, not exactly sure of what had just happened, when a hand clamped over my mouth from behind. I started to swing at my assailant, when he hissed in my ear, "Quiet you fool, they're surrounding us as we speak. If you wish to live, follow me."

      With that, he released me, and I turned to face him. I stood regarding a younger man, late twenties, with short-cropped reddish-brown hair and a goatee. He was rather muscular, which surprised me considering his stealth and agility. At his hips hung a pair of wicked looking kukris, and various daggers were strapped about his person.

      Without waiting for an answer, he started off down a winding alleyway in which I soon became hopelessly lost. As we came upon yet another turn, he suddenly took out a dagger and threw it at the brick wall, the blade hitting what I saw was a pressure plate of some sort, as a section of the wall swung silently inward, revealing a spiraling staircase descending into inky blackness.

      He removed a torch from his pack, and with a few strikes of a chunk of flint had it blazing brightly. Then, leaning ofer the edge, he placed the torch on the inner wall of the stairwell, and to my surprise, released it. I smiled to myself when I saw why, for as our light fell, it set other torches along the wall ablaze, creating a soft glow throughout the passage.

      "Nice," I remarked, wondering if that was his idea, or if he wasn't alone down here.

      "You get creative when you're forced to stay in these sewers for so long. Come, we need to put as much distance between ourselves and those men as possible."

      I chuckled, not disagreeing in the least. "Lead on my friend."
      As we descended, I noticed the air becoming steadily cooler, and the smell of mold and mildew steadily grew.

      "Where's this thing lead?" I asked.

      "Down," he replied with a smirk.

      I rolled my eyes, and decided to ask a more practical question. "So who are you anyway?"

      "My name is Noven Durants. I suppose I could ask you the same thing. You must be someone important to have the Brethren after you."

      "Damn, I was kind of hoping you might know what they might want me for. You seem to know how they operate."

      He hesitated for a second before responding. "Yes, I am quite familiar with them. Quite familiar indeed. I was once one of them."

      His comment sparked a thousand questions in my head, but suddenly he froze, holding up his hand in a halting gesture. I stopped, straining my ears for the slightest noise, and I heard what he stopped us for. Footfalls, in short bursts, coming from behind us.

      He motioned towards a side tunnel, and we crept to it, hiding as the sounds came closer. He held up three fingers, indicating three pursuers. How he knew this was beyond me, but I trusted his judgement.
      I chanced a peek around the wall to see if they were visible yet. As I watched, I saw a shadow move quickly forward and freeze, followed by a second and then a third. As they came closer, I turned to Noven to see what he might have in mind, only to find myself alone in the tunnel. In spite of myself, I had to laugh at my own stupidity. Which of course alerted the men to my presence. Well, better to die fighting than fleeing.
      "Surrender," was all one of them said, two short swords held easily in his hands.

      I casually rested my blade on my shoulder. "You do? Very well then, I accept."

      The man snarled, and in a sudden movement he leapt at me, swords leading, his companions moving to flank me. Damn.

    • *A Blade in the Dark

      14 years ago

      rajamatad

      I crept silently through the shadows, rapier drawn, hoping I hadn't been followed. It had been three days since I first encountered them, assassins garbed in blood-red leather armor, masks covering their faces. From what I could gather, the blood color was genuine, as these men dyed their armor in the blood of their victims.

      Now, as for why they had targeted me, I had no idea. I mean, sure, I was fairly well known around the town. I'd be surprised to find anyone here who hadn't heard of me, Kalwein Viccars. I grew up here, my father being the local blacksmith, and my mother having died giving birth to me. I used to always like to play with the swords Father made, but the ones I really liked were the light, fast rapiers he made. Any fool with the least bit of sense can swing a heavy sword and hope to hit something, but the real skill comes in being precise in striking your opponent to do the maximum damage possible.

      But I digress. These men were out for my head, which was not a very promising thought. Only the very rich could even dream of hiring their services, and even then, they needed a damn good reason to. As I continued down the alleyway, I couldn't help but try to figure out who might want me dead so badly. Faces kept popping in my head, but none who I could possibly done some wrong to warrant what was happening to me now.

      'Damn,' I thought to myself, as I rounded a corner and came up against a wall. I must have lost track of my path as my mind wandered. As I turned to backtrack, I barely caught enough of a glimpse of silver flashing towards me to throw myself to the ground. A dagger whirled over my head, clipping my shoulder as I fell, thudding in to the wall behind me. Before I could even tell where it had come from, a figure lept out at me, hoping to finish me while I was down. I saw him coming, and waited until the last possible second before rolling into his legs, his longsword slashing down where I had been prone a split second earlier. He had to jump to avoid me, and I took the instant of reprieve to come up to a crouch, eyeing my adversary for the first time.

      As I suspected, I faced an opponent whose armor was a very deep shade of red. Great, he apparently had killed more than a few people in his day. With a flurry of movement, he charged at me, sword swinging directly at my head, eager to claim his kill. I backstepped from the blade, thrusting at his exposed flank. He used his swing's momentum to spin around, bringing his sword across his body to parry my jab. Throwing caution aside, I lunged at him, forcing him back on his heels. He tried to slash at me, but he was slightly off balance, so I parried the cut easily. Pressing my advantage, I jabbed, sliced, cut at him, but each blow was deftly picked off. I was getting nowhere. I realized i had to create an opening.

      I slashed at his legs, and as predicted, his own blade intercepted it. I allowed him to riposte, his sword swinging across at my midsection. Instead of trying to dodge, I closed the gap between us, coming too close for his sword to hit me. I punched out, the pommel of my rapier connecting solidly with his forhead with a sickening thud. He staggered back, miraculously still holding his blade up in a futile attempt to stay the inevitable. I kicked the flat of his blade, sending it flying out of his hands and skittering across the pavement. He looked up, only to see the point of my dagger at his throat.

      "Who sent you?" I demanded, pressing the point of my blade until a fine line of blood ran from his neck.

      In response, he spat in my face, and boldly stated, "If you're foolish enough to think I would give up that information, then I truly pity you." About what I had figured I was going to get out of him. I thrust my dagger through his throat, ending this one threat, but dreading how many more I would have to face before this was all over. . . .

    • Enter the Darkness

      14 years ago

      rajamatad

      I hit the ground in a roll, luckily, because I heard a bullet whizz by my head as I tumbled. I decided to stay low, hoping that in the darkness they might not be able to distinguish my body against the ground. My heart sank as I realized I could only see two of the enemies, the third having probably run off to flank me. Well, he'd just have to wait his turn.
      I crawled forward, noticing the unfortunate fellow who took the grenade in the face still lay motionless on the ground. The other had discarded his rifle, which lay in a molten heap a few yards away, and scanned the area armed with an SMG. Since the third was nowhere to be seen, I decided to go ahead and take this one out. I waited until he had turned, and leaped forward, dashing towards him as fast as I could. I was almost on top of him before he turned, a shocked look on his face, but he was too late. I swung at him with the butt of my left pistol, taking him in the side of the head. He crumpled to the ground, obviously out of the fight yet still alive. I put a bullet in his head anyway, just to be sure. My mistake.
      I heard the faint click of a gun being cocked, and as I whipped around, I saw an eye magnified by a scope peering at me, a smirk on the smug bastard's face. Before he could pull the trigger, however, I fell backward, firing my pistols as I dropped. One shot took him in the knee, causing him to stumble backward. The rest hit various other parts of his body, but I made sure I had a head shot before relaxing. I stood, holstered my pistols and began to head back to the house.
      Before I had taken two steps, I was slammed from behind, grappled before I registered what was happening. "You son of a bitch," I heard in my ear, hot breath on my neck, "I'll kill you for what you did to me!" Christ, the first one didn't die! How could anyone have survived a grenade that close? "Well," I said to him, "you gonna kill me or just hold me?" I cringed in pain as his grip on me tightened, my arm close to breaking.
      Then I heard a shot, and at the same instant felt a searing pain through my shoulder. I fell to the ground, suddenly realizing my attacker had released me. He stood staring down at his chest, to a bullet hole through his heart. He glanced up long enough to try and say something, but instead fell lifeless. I heard over my headset, "You know, you should really try and kill all of them before putting away your guns." "Thanks man," I said to Winker, "I owe you one." I heard him chuckle. "Yeah, you do."

    • Christianity

      14 years ago

      rajamatad

      To quote the ever-inspiring Winker: "yes, christianity is summed up into one word - legs"

    • Nightfall

      14 years ago

      rajamatad

      So far, the day had passed rather uneventfully. We all sat facing a different direction, so as to not be caught unawares, Winker to my left and JESUSCHRIST to my right. Our makeshift base - more of a burned out house, really - was bordered by a rather fast moving river, so we didn't have to worry about the enemy striking from that direction. As I scanned out of the western window, I heard Winker whisper over my headset, "I see movement. It looks like a few Spartans, maybe three or four. Heh, they're thinking to catch us napping!" JC turned to glance out the doorway Winker was guarding, smirking at their futile attempt at sneaking. As I watched, the smile melted off his face, and his eyes suddenly glazed over. He slumped over, and I caught a glimpse of the laser sight of a sniper rifle glinting in the distance. "It's a ploy! We've got a sniper on the northern hill!" I shouted to Winker. I turned to see if he registered what I said, and saw him already turning his own sniper rifle to meet this new foe. I resumed watch on what I could now tell were three Spartans, forgetting about stealth and running full speed at our base. Cursing my luck for only saving one frag and plasma grenade each, I quickly threw the frag directly at them, hoping to scatter them. Sure enough, one of them saw the grenade coming, and dove to the side to avoid the blast. The other two were less fortunate. As the grenade went off, one managed to mostly shield himself with his gun, rendering it useless. The remaining Spartan was flung to the ground, taking the blast full in the face. Grinning with satisfaction, I drew my dual pistols and lept from the window, remebering to keep an eye an the more agile bastard. . .

    • Myself

      14 years ago

      rajamatad

      Well, seeing as to this is my first journal entry, I guess I'll start by introducing myself. My name is Adam, I'm 17 years old and a senior in high school (one more senester!). As you can see by my profile, I love any and all things medieval, especially the weaponry. I enjoy reading fantasy books, chief among them being Salvatore's Drizzt books. Michael Crichton is another author I enjoy reading. He blends science and action together perfectly, making his books seem like they could actually happen. Hmm, what else. . . oh well. If you want to know anything else about me, just ask. I'll probably put uo some pictures of myself soon (hehe, don't get your hopes up or anything). I guess that's it for now, check back in if you might be interested in reading some action-type stories, as I'll probably be posting some about Halo and whatever else comes out of my head. Adios.

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  • Comments (21)

    • batosi

      13 years ago

      Happy Thanksgiving

    • Swashbuckler

      13 years ago

      Well It's nice to see some from Menzoberranzan bless this site with their presence. I hope you will come back soon I look forward to speaking with you at length about the ultimate badass.

      -Artemis Entreri

    • Traez

      13 years ago

      I'm fond of your name, and you have great tastes in interests.

    • wesleyman3

      14 years ago

      yes another metallica fan that means you rock

    • Azuri

      14 years ago

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      Award'd for being an f-ing awesome guy!!

    • Adamantium

      14 years ago

      wtf is wrong with being a geek?

    • halomaster00

      14 years ago

      If you want to see the new maps for halo 2 just click on me

    • Beanborrito

      14 years ago

      If you want to, try playing GURPS its a pretty cool game. Like D&D but you have more free will in it.

    • Winker

      14 years ago

      how many geeks can sign on a single board... lets me count... 1. 2. 3......

    • Quanatus

      14 years ago

      Nice. I have that book, the Annotated Chronicles.... I read the Death Gate Cycle years ago, huge fan. No other fantasy books I've come across since have touched its quality. I just started Dragons of a Winter Twilight, the second book of the Trilogy. Good stuff so far. And, btw, I like your blade collection. I've got Glamdring, the original Foe Hammer.... A Kit Rae blade, Anathros, Sword of the Earth... (which is really crap quality, but looks nice) and then, my best one would be a Paul Chen blade: Hand forged damascus steel viking longsword museum replica with a full tang, and solid damascus steel pommel and hand guard, complete with wooden scabbard covered in brown suade leather, and copper fitting with brass bolts, along with the belt clip. I also have a morning star and a small tanto dagger.

    • rajamatad

      14 years ago

      it's a word my cousin and i came up with a long time ago.

    • Skywalker2D

      14 years ago

      Where does your name originate from?

    • Arkanth

      14 years ago

      Mony python is awesome and the holy grail is the best on ever.

    • Winker

      14 years ago

      bc u stole my heart.....

    • rajamatad

      14 years ago

      how do you figure?

    • jesterkingcl

      14 years ago

      rajamatad is nothing but a thief

    • LopezCabra

      14 years ago

      how did you find me??? :P

    • Winker

      14 years ago

      I explosed once. Never was the same again....... nor was the tolilet.....

    • firehazard

      14 years ago

      Go D&D!
      watch me explode.

    • Winker

      14 years ago

      Kill you? Mother Fucker, I'll Kill you!

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