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This is an old revision of TheRaid made by BillHamilton on 2009-08-10 17:22:56.
Date: 627 CE - Summer
Location: A rural fishing village on the southern coast of Greece.
Late one night Alaistar's village is raided by slavers. Alaistar is awoken by the cries of his mother. A large man dressed in metal has grabbed her by the elbow and is pulling her from the family's home. Alaistar's mother spits in the man's face and then kicks him in the groin as he wipes his eyes. As his mother moves back into the home Alaistar sees for the first time that there are two men fighting on the ground. Alaistar's father is wrestling with another armored man. He struggles valiently, but the other man is much larger and it's clear the fisherman will soon lose to the soldier. Alaistar's's mother brings a solid wooden chair crashing down onto the back of the large man's frame - ending the fight. Alaistar's father leaps to his feet and both of Alaistar's parents move toward Alaistar - pulling the stunned boy from his sleeping mat. Alaistar's mother takes Alaistar into her arms and the family moves towards the door of their hut with Alaistar's father leading the way. They pause as Alaistar's father bends down to pick up the sword laying next to his unconscious foe, but before he can take hold of the weapon the man Alaistar's mother disabled recovers from the earlier attack and charges at Alaistar and his mother with his sword poised high for a strike. Acting on instinct Alaistar's father jumps into the swinging blade and it sinks deep into his abdomen. Alaistar's mother screams and drops Alaistar to his feet screaming, "RUN Alaistar, RUN!" She shoves Alaistar to the door and Alaistar sees his mother attack the man who slayed his father - her finger digging deep into his eyes. "RUN, Alaistar!" With that Alaistar turns into the night and runs as fast has his legs will carry him. As he feel the village swirls around him in chaos. Villagers run in every direction - some turn to fight their attackers, but most that do are quickly cut down. With most of other huts on fire, the night hides none of the carnage. Alaistar moves away from the huts and into the darkness. Without thought he runs towards the beach. As he crests the dunes he freezes in awe - finding himself in the light once more: torches pepper the coast. A dozen rowboats line the shore and in the distance two large ships bob on the ocean. Alaistar stands motionless in awe - these large ships dwarf his father's fishing boat. Alaistar looks back towards the village and begins heading back. As he moves into the darkness is grabbed by rough hands. He cries out - his arms are pressed tights against his own chest and he is lifted into the air, but he kicks witih all his might - it is no use. Alaistar is dragged back onto the beach and loaded into a row boat.
kel - the part i have greened i don't really like . . . so pay particularly close attention to that but feel free to comment on all of it.
