Writing All in a day's work (Rated M for V, L, alcohol use, and some sexual content)

[Swordsaint]

This short story centers around a character I had come up with some time ago, and is involved in another, larger story I'm working on. I would like for those that respond to please tell me if I need to flesh the character out more, change my writing, and how ect, ect. other than that, I hope you all enjoy it! *ahem*

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[SIZE=4]Devis leaned back in his wooden chair, propping his booted feet up on the well used oaken table. His inquisitive Blue eyes took in the sights of the crowded tavern as best they could. The lighting was poor, and provided by only a roaring fire, and a few scattered candles. The sounds filtered into his keenly trained ears which picked up on the choicest bits of conversation from the local townsfolk, mostly talk of the encroaching army of the cruel lord Ragvauck.
His lips split into an amused grin as he shifted his large frame, the dulled breasplate he wore scraped against the chair. In his expierience, one lord seemed as cruel as another. Many were just trying to do the best they knew how to make their lands prosperous and powerfull.

Downing the last of his ale, Devis loomed to his full height, stretching his toned arms before grabbing up his sword. Digging down into his bag, he turned up a few coppers, slapping them in front of the barkeep as he passed. The rotund man looked up from polishing a filth covered mug, taking in the dulled coins with his piggish eyes.
"Back on duty again eh?" the mans voice always seeped from his mouth like oil, leaving Devis feeling revolted, like he'd somehow stepped in a large pile of dogshit and need to scrape it off his feet.

"Yep!" he mustered as much politness as he couldin his deep voice, the barkeep also owned the room he was staying at, "Gotta make sure the city stays safe enough fer you and yer daughters to walk aboutin safety!" the barkeep glowered at devis for that. It amazed Devis the number of ugly men that seemed to make such pretty young girls. Not so surprising to Devis was how protective the fathers ended up.
The grin took on a mischeivious smirk as he remembered his night with the said daughter.
Sighing as he stepped outside, he lookd over the city Krevek. Settled in the hills near the Urug'Gor Mountain range, it came under attack from all the creatures that dwelt there that saw the landmark of civilization as a blemish on their territory. It also was sitting nearly on top of one of the largest gem mines in Azelia, which attracted merchants, and warlords like flies to a corpse. Which in turn brought many months of work and good pay for a hired sword like devis.
He chuckled at the irony of the thought, the very thing that made Krevek prosper was also the source of constant irritation. The clouds bespoke their displeasure by starting their downpour while Devis strode along the cobbled street. Miners began quickening their strides to get indoors, while merchants hastened their servents to carry their wares under cover. The young mercenary smiled, spreading his lightly armored arms wide in warm welcome of the rain.

Finally reaching his post at the north corner tower, Devis leaned against the door listening to the guard captains ire:
"That hell blasted merc's late again!?...that down trodden son of a flea bitten whore's gonna get latrine duty fer a week straight..." Devis couldn't help but laugh, he was always laughing at the poor man, he never remembered his name either. Shrugging, he slid the heavy door open to see the graying man in plate armor swing about to look at him, redness coloring his otherwise pale cheeks.
"You!" the man seemed to have trouble keeping his hands from the halbered near the wall. Seeing a chance to push his luck further, Devis enthusiastically shouted back "Me!"
"watch yourself now you rotten bastard...this be the ninth time ye've shown up late here." the captains eyes glowered with his hatred for the young mercenary 'If it happens again, yer digging the shit out from under Krevek for a week!" Devis grinned through it all, nodding at the enraged little man. Stepping around the cot set uo for the gaurds, he reached the rack where he'd stashed his extra gear, a simple wooden shield, reinforced with bands of iron, and a brace of small throwing axes. He grabbed the items, bounding up the nearby stairwell to the top of the tower.

As he came up through the hatchway, Devis spied the gaurdsman he was supposed to releive, leaning over the side. A gurgling sound and heavy breathing soon followed.
"Carefull not to fall over the side there mate," He cleared the hatch and shut it agin, the tower was covered providing some cover from the rain and a large iron gong sat nearby with it's hammer resting next to it, "it's a long way dow.." Devis's voice caught in his throat as the gaurd slipped over the side. He almost darted for the side, until he spied a large grappling hook grasping to the ledge. Wasting no time, Devis sprang for the gong. Taking up the hammer he struck the gong three times to alert the other towers. No sounds came from the tower to the right, or from the one behind him. People near the tower were rushing about now, but it would take longer for word to spread. Devis blanched as heard the sound of someone heaving themselves over the wall. Glancing over his shoulder, he spied a large hulking, horned figure, wearing light armor cobbled together from bits of leather and chain, bearing the birght yellow half moon half skull symbol of Ragvauk. It had the body of a large man, but it's semblance of humanity ended with the bull like head. The Minotaur grinned, or at least it looked to Devis like it did, as it reached for the black mace slung on it's back.
The beast took to long, thinking the young human to be shaking in his boots. Devis spun about, drawing his curved blade in the same motion. Blood spurted from a wound that flared open along the surprised minotaurs belly. It grabbed at the opening, trying to stem the tide of it's lifeblood. Devis moved passed the dying creature, arcing his bloodied blade at the next horned head that began peering over the edge. The sharp blade bit deep into flesh and bone, meeting the Beast-mans brains. The body jerked about before falling thirty feet to the ground, the rope and grappling hook soon followed. Shaking his head, Devis looked at the gaurd that had fallen. It was Ishmael. A young fellow that had seen one less year of life than devis's 21. Even more a pity, Devis had come to like the brash young man. A sigh escaped from devis as he tilted his head up. He wished he hadn't, for a large seething and roiling mass was moving swiftly out of the mountains towards the city.

"That'd be Ragvauk's army now I'd wager." Devis Jumped, he hadn't heard the hatch open. Looking behind him, he saw that the gaurd captain had joined him. He also saw into on of the nearby streets that no reinforcements had arrived.

"Captain?" Devis let the tourble he fekt be plain in his voice, "why hasn't at least the militia arrive here?" Sighing the old man drew a small crossbow from behind his back.
"that'd be because I announced the gong as a false alarm." the troubled feeling turned into an ocean of weight on Devis' shoulders while the captains face took on a grim look. "yer handy with a blade I'll give ye that..." the gloved hand tightened about the trigger "Hell, yer handy with most any weapon...But I'll be damned if some snot nosed kid like you gets in the way." The weapon leveled with Devis's heart...[/SIZE][SIZE]

To be Continued