For a while, I had a bit of a fantasy writing kick. I planned on putting all of this stuff together, but I lost the motivation. Still, here's what I had. Maybe someone will enjoy it.
Elegasura:
Elegasura, the city of splendor. Located in the realm of Meragoth, the Shared Kingdom. Humans, elves, dwarves, Old Ones; these all lived in the city, and more with them. Built on the spot where the Battle of Seven Hordes ended the war that had so ravaged the land. It was designed as a memorial for the thousands who gave their lives to free the land.
The architecture was unique, different from any other. Both streets and buildings were designed so as to be the right size for any species. No street was to small for the Old Ones, nor too large for the Worven, the smallest fully sentient race. Massive spires rose from the tops of buildings, like thousands of needles pointed toward the sky. All was designed to be as beautiful as possible.
While the races lived in relative harmony, the city was still divided into sections, where the majority of the city's population of that race would live.
The Human section sat due north of the Citadel. While it was not the largest section, it was by far the most densely populated. The buildings had a distinctive Human look to them, something that, while humans do not realize it, it is easily visible to the other races. This section was the most heavily visited, as humans were the neutral race, and as such, their section was designed in a way that all races could find it welcoming.
The Elven section was on the west of the Citadel. A mixture of plant life and buildings, it was by far the most peaceful of the sections. With several libraries and schools, this section became a haven of learning and knowledge. It was full of magic, to the point where drinking water out of any of the many brooks could heal of all diseases.
The Dwarven section was several meters lower than the rest of the city, as the dwarves literally dug it out of bedrock. To enter it, one had to descend down wichever staircase best suited their leg length, as some were steeper than others. A haven for craftsmen, it was by far the wealthiest of the sections, although it wasn't immediately apparent.
East of the Citadel was where the Old Ones lived. Full of splendor and beauty, this was the part of the city where there was more magic than anywhere in the world. Everything was built on a grand scale, and because of it, the city could be seen from miles away.
And in the center of the city, the Citadel. An ancient fortress, it had been built by the Ones Who Went Before. Made of an unknow rock, it glowed during darkness, allowing all part of the city to be lit during the night. Fifteen stories tall, and half of a mile in diameter, it was the largest building known. All throughout it were rooms: bedrooms, living spaces, armories, barracks, storage rooms, kitchens, mess halls, meeting rooms, and, at the top, the observatory. This was the most fascinating room, filled with inventions that defied all imagination.
All this was the city of Elegasura, the most beautiful place in the whole world. A symbol of peace and prosperity, it stood for thousands of years. What caused it to die is unknown. Even today, the ruins afford little evidence to their downfall.
The water stirred, and his reflection blurred. Not like it was much to look like anyways, he thought. He was 34 now, and had a horse, a saddle, two long daggers, and a few royals. Where had he taken a wrong turn? Now he was little more than a hired killer.
There was a rustling in the bushes behind him, and his hands instinctively dropped to his daggers. He shook his head irritably. Jumpy, that's what he was. He turned to his horse, thinking back over the past few years. How many innocent lives had he taken, all in the supposed name of justice? Justice where the rich dictated the laws and the punishments.
He turned his horse toward this latest job, a young farmer who had refused to pay an unjust fine. Suddenly, he decided. This was it. He knew that if he went back to the castle empty handed, Lord Frodic would have him killed. He also knew that if he could make it to Frodic's office, he could kill him and end the rule of terror over the countryside.
As he slowly rode across the drawbridge to Frodic's fortress, four guards fell in behind him. As he dismounted, one of them stuck his hand out. "Your daggers," he demanded. Sudddenly, he drew his hand back as he looked at the third dagger, which was between his eyes. It's wielder turned, sighed to himself, and walked into the main keep.
After traversing several flights of stairs, he finally arrived at the door to Frodic's office. He pushed it open. Frodic stood, a hugely fat man dressed in absurd, flashy clothing. "Is it done," he asked. The only reply he got was a nod.
Then, suddenly, a flash of light caught his eye, and he glanced down just in time to see a blade plunge into his chest. Quickly, his assassin turned, just in time to cross both his daggers, catching an overhand swing of a sword with them. He slid one of the daggers into the guard's ribs, and pivoted on his left foot, just in time to allow a stab to brush by him. Quickly, he threw one of his daggers into the guard, and ran toward the door.
He ran down the stairs, and threw open the door. The four guards quickly drew their swords. He analyzed them in a glance.
The leftmost one: 4 yards away, ready stance, crouched low, sword moving in small circles. Confident, right-handed. Sword: 3 feet, narrow blade, crosspiece. Conclusion: Excellent fighter, but used to fighting against swordsmen, not knives.
Middle left: 7 yards away. Confused look, slow to unsheath sword. Awkward stance, frightened look. Sword: Irrelevant Conclusion: Nothing much to worry about.
Middle right: 3 yards away. Sword held comfortably in left hand. Ready stance, and weight on balls of feet. Conclusion: Fast, and relies on large amounts of spinning. Most immediate threat.
Rightmost: 6 yards away. Ready stance, making confident swipes as he advances. Conclusion: Average fighter who think he is better than he really is. Still a threat, but not to serious.
Immediately, he threw his knife into the closest man, scooped up the man's sword, and charged the expert. Blocking a left stroke, he countered with an overhead swing, which was easily blocked. Steel clashed as the two engaged and disengaged. He saw a flicker of movement, and spun to the left as a stab came in from the side.
Quickly, he ran the new attacker through, and grabbed his sword. He clashed blades again, only to feel a peculiar stab of pain in his side. He looked to see the youngest guard's sword in him. Knowing he was dying, he quickly stabbed the guard, and then swung his swords from either side toward the final guard. One caught him in the side, cutting deeply. Both men fell to the ground.
Two weeks later, a lone horseman rode over the drawbridge. He found the fortress abandoned. He rode into the courtyard, and saw five skeletons on the ground. The story was revealed easily to him. He turned his horse, and rode out to make his report to the king.