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This is the first chapter of a story ive started writing, let me know what you think 
The sound of leather soled boots stealthily creeping along the stone flagged floor was almost indistinguishable over the background noise of the tavern. Only a man who had been trained to notice such detail would be able to pick it out, and Luxon was such a man.
For the past week he had thought he was safe in this city, but it seemed that his pursuers had once again caught up with him.
He deftly slid from his bed onto the balls of his feet, he moved as quickly and as silently as he could to the corner of his rented room where he had left what few possessions he had.
The noise was drawing closer to his room, he was certain, how many had they sent this time he wondered.
His last run in with these black robed figures had almost cost him his life; the wound he had suffered to his shoulder ached in sympathy with the memory. Whoever these people were they were extremely skilled with a variety of weaponry. The knife that had struck and gave him the wound had been thrown with such accuracy it was a miracle he had survived at all.
He drew his Long sword from its sheath, the familiar weight giving him some comfort as he prepared to defend himself.
The small tavern room in which he found himself was comprised of a small chest, bed and a worn out chair. There was no visible way of escape aside from the door in which the assassins now approached. No windows or other access to the outside. Luxon set his jaw, he would have to make a stand or at least hold them off until he could think of some way out of this.
Luxon was of no more than twenty-five when he had been recruited as an agent into the Diasect, the organisation charged with protecting the security of the kingdom. He was one of the best agents, and that was why he now found himself being hunted by these mysterious killers. He had no idea if they knew who and what he was, but he wasn’t about to let them find out.
The sound of the stealthy footsteps had now stopped directly outside Luxons door, he knew now for certain that his suspicions had been right. He positioned himself to one side of the doorframe and waited for his adversary.
The door handle began to turn slowly, and with a quiet click the door began to silently open.
Luxon tensed ready to make his move, when two throwing knifes flew through the now open door and dug themselves deep into the bed, right where his head would have been.
The assassin noticed fast that their quarry was not where he was supposed to be and moved into the room, a sharp and lethal curved blade in their hand. Luxon wasted no time and immediately hacked his sword in a downward stroke, slicing his attackers arm clean off at the elbow.
Luxon bellowed a challenge and struck again, this time burying his blade up to the hilt into the assassin’s chest. The now lifeless corpse slid off his blood soaked blade and slumped to the floor.
Luxon ducked just as another thrown knife struck the wall where he had just been standing, he immediately threw himself to the floor and rolled to his feet as two more of the robed figures charged him with familiar curved daggers in their hands.
Luxon was now in the main upstairs corridor of the tavern, it was narrow with various doors leading to the other guest rooms on either side. His attackers blocked the staircase that would lead him to the bar and perhaps to safety. He could see only one other possible escape route, the large window at the far end of the passage.
Luxon parried a quick strike from the lead attacker and brought his elbow up and struck the assassin square in his throat. The robed figure immediately fell to the floor clutching their throat, gasping for air now that their windpipe had been crushed.
The second assassin was more patient, holding back and watching Luxon for any sign of weakness. Luxon instead charged and as he made a lunge for the assassin’s head the robed figure moved with astounding speed and slashed Luxon in the face. The pain was extraordinary and a burning sensation began to emanate from the wound.
Luxon had no time to think, as again the assassin was on him, their dagger swinging and stabbing savagely. It took all of Luxons concentration to parry the blows that were raining down on him. The pain in his face had begun to subside, but now a numbness was spreading out from it, one side of his face had now lost most of its feeling.
Poison! It was a poisoned blade Luxon realised with horror, just what poison it was he didn’t know, but it would surely kill him if he couldn’t escape and find a healer soon.
He now knew the assassins intent, they would keep him occupied long enough for the poison to take affect and they would watch him die a slow death or perhaps capture him… the realisation struck him like a fist, the poison wasn’t intended to kill him, but paralyse him, he could feel the numbness spreading through his body, he had to escape and soon.
Luxon feinted high with his blade and rotated his wrists so that now his blade was now ready for an upward slash to the assassins face. The assassin however moved to parry the cut and as he did so, Luxon twisted again causing his sword to catch the assassin in the throat.
Scarlet blood hit the corridor wall as the sword sliced clean through the attackers throat. The robed figure crumpled to the floor instantly as blood continued to spurt from the wound.
Luxon leaned against the passageway wall, his breathing was now wheezing out of him, his whole face now felt numb and the sensation was spreading through his arms. He made to head for the staircase, but the now familiar figure of yet another assassin was cresting the top step. Their dagger drawn, and surely looking for vengeance for their comrades’ deaths.
The large window was Luxons only possible escape route, he was in no condition to take on another of these vicious killers. He steeled himself and ran as fast as he could at the window.
With an ear piercing smash he went flying through the air, hoping that there would be something soft to cushion his fall.
The fall felt like forever, and with a bone jarring thud Luxon hit the ground, fortunately landing on a hay basket that took most of the impact. His shoulder was dislocated but apart from that he was okay. He dragged himself to his feet and staggered away from the tavern. He made it a few streets before reaching an alleyway and falling into unconsciousness.
The last thing he heard was the cities alarm bells beginning to toll out in the night air. He had escaped..
The sound of leather soled boots stealthily creeping along the stone flagged floor was almost indistinguishable over the background noise of the tavern. Only a man who had been trained to notice such detail would be able to pick it out, and Luxon was such a man.
For the past week he had thought he was safe in this city, but it seemed that his pursuers had once again caught up with him.
He deftly slid from his bed onto the balls of his feet, he moved as quickly and as silently as he could to the corner of his rented room where he had left what few possessions he had.
The noise was drawing closer to his room, he was certain, how many had they sent this time he wondered.
His last run in with these black robed figures had almost cost him his life; the wound he had suffered to his shoulder ached in sympathy with the memory. Whoever these people were they were extremely skilled with a variety of weaponry. The knife that had struck and gave him the wound had been thrown with such accuracy it was a miracle he had survived at all.
He drew his Long sword from its sheath, the familiar weight giving him some comfort as he prepared to defend himself.
The small tavern room in which he found himself was comprised of a small chest, bed and a worn out chair. There was no visible way of escape aside from the door in which the assassins now approached. No windows or other access to the outside. Luxon set his jaw, he would have to make a stand or at least hold them off until he could think of some way out of this.
Luxon was of no more than twenty-five when he had been recruited as an agent into the Diasect, the organisation charged with protecting the security of the kingdom. He was one of the best agents, and that was why he now found himself being hunted by these mysterious killers. He had no idea if they knew who and what he was, but he wasn’t about to let them find out.
The sound of the stealthy footsteps had now stopped directly outside Luxons door, he knew now for certain that his suspicions had been right. He positioned himself to one side of the doorframe and waited for his adversary.
The door handle began to turn slowly, and with a quiet click the door began to silently open.
Luxon tensed ready to make his move, when two throwing knifes flew through the now open door and dug themselves deep into the bed, right where his head would have been.
The assassin noticed fast that their quarry was not where he was supposed to be and moved into the room, a sharp and lethal curved blade in their hand. Luxon wasted no time and immediately hacked his sword in a downward stroke, slicing his attackers arm clean off at the elbow.
Luxon bellowed a challenge and struck again, this time burying his blade up to the hilt into the assassin’s chest. The now lifeless corpse slid off his blood soaked blade and slumped to the floor.
Luxon ducked just as another thrown knife struck the wall where he had just been standing, he immediately threw himself to the floor and rolled to his feet as two more of the robed figures charged him with familiar curved daggers in their hands.
Luxon was now in the main upstairs corridor of the tavern, it was narrow with various doors leading to the other guest rooms on either side. His attackers blocked the staircase that would lead him to the bar and perhaps to safety. He could see only one other possible escape route, the large window at the far end of the passage.
Luxon parried a quick strike from the lead attacker and brought his elbow up and struck the assassin square in his throat. The robed figure immediately fell to the floor clutching their throat, gasping for air now that their windpipe had been crushed.
The second assassin was more patient, holding back and watching Luxon for any sign of weakness. Luxon instead charged and as he made a lunge for the assassin’s head the robed figure moved with astounding speed and slashed Luxon in the face. The pain was extraordinary and a burning sensation began to emanate from the wound.
Luxon had no time to think, as again the assassin was on him, their dagger swinging and stabbing savagely. It took all of Luxons concentration to parry the blows that were raining down on him. The pain in his face had begun to subside, but now a numbness was spreading out from it, one side of his face had now lost most of its feeling.
Poison! It was a poisoned blade Luxon realised with horror, just what poison it was he didn’t know, but it would surely kill him if he couldn’t escape and find a healer soon.
He now knew the assassins intent, they would keep him occupied long enough for the poison to take affect and they would watch him die a slow death or perhaps capture him… the realisation struck him like a fist, the poison wasn’t intended to kill him, but paralyse him, he could feel the numbness spreading through his body, he had to escape and soon.
Luxon feinted high with his blade and rotated his wrists so that now his blade was now ready for an upward slash to the assassins face. The assassin however moved to parry the cut and as he did so, Luxon twisted again causing his sword to catch the assassin in the throat.
Scarlet blood hit the corridor wall as the sword sliced clean through the attackers throat. The robed figure crumpled to the floor instantly as blood continued to spurt from the wound.
Luxon leaned against the passageway wall, his breathing was now wheezing out of him, his whole face now felt numb and the sensation was spreading through his arms. He made to head for the staircase, but the now familiar figure of yet another assassin was cresting the top step. Their dagger drawn, and surely looking for vengeance for their comrades’ deaths.
The large window was Luxons only possible escape route, he was in no condition to take on another of these vicious killers. He steeled himself and ran as fast as he could at the window.
With an ear piercing smash he went flying through the air, hoping that there would be something soft to cushion his fall.
The fall felt like forever, and with a bone jarring thud Luxon hit the ground, fortunately landing on a hay basket that took most of the impact. His shoulder was dislocated but apart from that he was okay. He dragged himself to his feet and staggered away from the tavern. He made it a few streets before reaching an alleyway and falling into unconsciousness.
The last thing he heard was the cities alarm bells beginning to toll out in the night air. He had escaped..
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snarf!
Aye i agree with both of you, ive done some snipping and on the website ive posted it onto is the er more edited version. Im still drafting the scond chapter but i should hopefully of finished that by next week sometime. I strongly suggest Webook.com as since ive joined the site its given me back my passion for writing fiction, makes a nice change from writing depressing news at any rate 
snarf!
second part, its my first draft so its probably a little sh*te... 
2.
Fire leapt from house to house; soon the inferno would spread and consume this part of the city. The heat was astounding, windows shattered, wooden beams splintered and the thatched roofs began to melt and burn away.
Alira couldn’t believe it had come to this. The city of Theses would burn, and all because of her.
She ran through the streets along with countless other panic stricken citizens. Mothers carried there screaming children in their arms, men fled blindly in their terror, the alarm bells tolling out warning of the danger.
Alira was running out of breath as she fled deeper into the network of streets that comprised the cities back streets. To take a main road would be suicide, for surely it was her pursuers that had lit the fire in their desperate attempt to stop her completing her mission.
It had been over a year since she infiltrated the mysterious sect known as the Scarlet Blades, a sect of assassins. The Blades had existed for millennia and had its operatives in every kingdom and region on the continent. They had been responsible for many deaths but up until now they were tolerated. Only recently had the Diasect grandmaster believed the Blades were becoming more of a danger and taking the lives of nobles and rulers.
That was why Alira had been sent to infiltrate them. Her mission was to watch and to report of any unusual activity. It wasn’t until three weeks ago that Alira noticed that the Blades were preparing for something big and on a large scale. She had won the sects trust and was let in on their plans. It was then she discovered that the sect’s next targets would be no less than the Onoi kingdoms royal family.
Alira had managed to leave the Blades hideout far to the south of Theses in the pitch darkness of the night and had made her way north as fast as possible. In the morning when she had been discovered missing the assassins began their pursuit.
Alira had been near exhaustion when she finally reached the city; there she hoped to find aid and protection from her pursuers.
It was as she was looking for refuge that she learnt of the presence of another Diasect agent in the city. A man named Luxon.
She had realised with horror that if she knew of Luxons presence in the city then surely would the Crimson Blades. Now because of her, a fellow agents life was in danger, for all she knew he might already be dead.
Alira knew she had to find him and tell him of the plot she had discovered.
The fire had now consumed most of the merchant quarter, the panicking citizens fled like rats from a scuttling ship. The crowd gave Alira some cover but every now and then she would see the robed figure of an assassin moving through the crowds, coming for her.
The assassins were herding her towards a warehouse at the opposite side of the street. The net was closing,
“I’m doomed”. Alira muttered to her self.
She could see no way to safety, no way to escape these persistent killers.
It was then, as all hope seemed lost that the sound of a horn reverberated across the city.
Troops began to press their way through the crowds, their armour reflecting the flames in the night air. The soldiers began to bring order to the panicked crowds and slowly the area in which she found herself began to empty of civilians.
A soldier approached; “ This way madam we must clear the roads, men are coming to fight the fires. This has been one crazy night for certain.”
Alira moved with the guard and thanked the gods.
She had to find Luxon if he was still alive and find a way to escape the city. For all she knew the Crimson Blades writ might already be under way…
2.
Fire leapt from house to house; soon the inferno would spread and consume this part of the city. The heat was astounding, windows shattered, wooden beams splintered and the thatched roofs began to melt and burn away.
Alira couldn’t believe it had come to this. The city of Theses would burn, and all because of her.
She ran through the streets along with countless other panic stricken citizens. Mothers carried there screaming children in their arms, men fled blindly in their terror, the alarm bells tolling out warning of the danger.
Alira was running out of breath as she fled deeper into the network of streets that comprised the cities back streets. To take a main road would be suicide, for surely it was her pursuers that had lit the fire in their desperate attempt to stop her completing her mission.
It had been over a year since she infiltrated the mysterious sect known as the Scarlet Blades, a sect of assassins. The Blades had existed for millennia and had its operatives in every kingdom and region on the continent. They had been responsible for many deaths but up until now they were tolerated. Only recently had the Diasect grandmaster believed the Blades were becoming more of a danger and taking the lives of nobles and rulers.
That was why Alira had been sent to infiltrate them. Her mission was to watch and to report of any unusual activity. It wasn’t until three weeks ago that Alira noticed that the Blades were preparing for something big and on a large scale. She had won the sects trust and was let in on their plans. It was then she discovered that the sect’s next targets would be no less than the Onoi kingdoms royal family.
Alira had managed to leave the Blades hideout far to the south of Theses in the pitch darkness of the night and had made her way north as fast as possible. In the morning when she had been discovered missing the assassins began their pursuit.
Alira had been near exhaustion when she finally reached the city; there she hoped to find aid and protection from her pursuers.
It was as she was looking for refuge that she learnt of the presence of another Diasect agent in the city. A man named Luxon.
She had realised with horror that if she knew of Luxons presence in the city then surely would the Crimson Blades. Now because of her, a fellow agents life was in danger, for all she knew he might already be dead.
Alira knew she had to find him and tell him of the plot she had discovered.
The fire had now consumed most of the merchant quarter, the panicking citizens fled like rats from a scuttling ship. The crowd gave Alira some cover but every now and then she would see the robed figure of an assassin moving through the crowds, coming for her.
The assassins were herding her towards a warehouse at the opposite side of the street. The net was closing,
“I’m doomed”. Alira muttered to her self.
She could see no way to safety, no way to escape these persistent killers.
It was then, as all hope seemed lost that the sound of a horn reverberated across the city.
Troops began to press their way through the crowds, their armour reflecting the flames in the night air. The soldiers began to bring order to the panicked crowds and slowly the area in which she found herself began to empty of civilians.
A soldier approached; “ This way madam we must clear the roads, men are coming to fight the fires. This has been one crazy night for certain.”
Alira moved with the guard and thanked the gods.
She had to find Luxon if he was still alive and find a way to escape the city. For all she knew the Crimson Blades writ might already be under way…
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