(Sorry about how late this is, I have been insanely busy.)

Dorrin took a moment to consider the woman's words as he stood above her ready to deliver a final blow. He supposed it was possible that she simply came upon him as he was punishing the bandit and assumed the worst.And despite any moral ambiguities Dorrin could be accused of being guilty of, killing innocent people was not one of them. As Dorrin studied the girl he realized with a bit of shock that she was young, seemingly a few years younger than Dorrin. He also had to admit that she was rather pretty too...

He shook his head irritably disgusted with himself. He of all people should know that it did not matter how old a person was or even how attractive they were, they could easily trick you until they killed you all the same. This girl probably just made the story up off the top of her head as she realized that Dorrin might not want to kill someone who just made a mistake. Well it was a good try, but fortunately Dorrin was not a stranger to such tactics and they would not work on him today.

But before he killed her, or even raised his sword he felt a sharp intense pain in his back. Without even turning he knew that the bandit had recovered and had thrown a knife that just barely missed Dorrin's spine. Dorrin turned ready to fend off the next attack but he was much too slow, as another knife buried itself in his left shoulder rendering his arm useless. And finally one final knive hit his  right leg making it a challenge simply to stand.

The bandit circled Dorrin with malicious glee in his eyes as Dorrin desperately tried to fend him off. In normal conditions the bandit would not be a problem but because of the knives it hurt to breath much less fight. However Dorrin forced his mind to calm down and realized that the bandit probably used up his stash of hidden knives and would not be a problem for Dorrin to defeat as long as he was able to use his right arm. This hope was dashed when he found himself being driven back by quick punches as his sword was to heavy too move quickly with just one hand. 

Another hit had Dorrin on the ground. He stared in shock for a second when he realized he had been hit with a sizable rock as the man's punches had been too weak. Unfortunately now the bandit's foot had Dorrin's last usable arm pinned and Dorrin could only glare with hate and a bit of fear as he waited for the bandit to beat him to deah.

Dorrin was outraged that this woman attacked him, but he soon realized what happened. Obviously she was the bandit’s accomplice, though obviously new to the game since she began by punching him instead of stabbing him before he had noticed her. Well that mistake was going to cost her, her life. She was just skilled enough with the dirk that Dorrin did not believe he could disarm her without great personal risk so he would simply kill her instead.

He attacked her with a vicious swing that he easily dodged and they exchanged a series of blows and blocks before moving apart. Dorrin was breathing slightly harder than he expected, which just went to show that he had not been fighting worthy opponents for far too long. Which meant that he would be forced to dip into his special pool of tricks to win this fight, which he had no qualms doing. After all, considering the woman was a bandit, things would not go well for him if he lost.

As he at the woman circled around each other Dorrin’s hand slowly went down to the pouch on his belt. The woman tensed and Dorrin suspected that she thought he was about to pull out a mini-dagger or something else. “You picked the wrong person to rob” he snarled. Quickly Dorrin grabbed the entire pouch and threw it at her. Simultaneously he attacked aiming a wicked swing at her torso. With luck the pepper that would go into the air once it hit the woman would put her into a sneezing fit and make her an easy target.

alright, finally got it up

http://forums.dragonmount.com/index.php/board,63.0.html

Dorrin was not having a good day. He had been simply camping out trying to get some peace when the sounds of drunken singing permeated his tent. Angrily he went outside when he saw a man staggering along the road obviously heavily intoxicated. He stumbled a bit along the road and cursed frequently as he kept stepping into mud (it had rained the night before). He saw Dorrin and amicably managed to walk over to him. To Dorrin’s disgust he put an arm around him and said “Well ello friend. Fine day for a drink!”

The last was said with a roar that made Dorrin wonder if he had gone deaf. He pushed the drunk away, but a split second before he did so a knife was in the drunk’s hand and at Dorrin’s rib. The only reason Dorrin was spared more than a superficial wound was because he pushed the drunk away and it was with a start that he realized he was dealing with a bandit more than a drunk. This was confirmed when the drunk lost his stagger and pulled out his sword and with a deadly whisper demanded that Dorrin hand everything he had over. Dorrin cursed himself for not seeing through the facade and in a flash had his own sword out and attacked the bandit.

The battle was over surprisingly quickly. The bandit had swung a quick attack at Dorrin’s side which Dorrin blocked. Dorrin than attack with his own thrust causing the bandit to jump back, and then to Dorrinn’s amusement he the bandit tripped and fell right into a puddle. He bandit found a sword at his throat and realized his sword signaling his surrender. Dorrin smiled than used his feet to turn the man over then pushed the man’s face into the puddle. The bandit thrashed around as he ran out of air while Dorrin considered whether or not to let him have any.

Dorrin did not answer for a moment. Instead he took some of the rabbit and concentrated on eating though unlike the Ogier he did not wait for it to cool down. He almost welcomed the burning sensation that came with to his fingers as it gave him something to concentrate on besides the Ogier’s words. He did not want to open up to anyone at all, but perhaps if he did he could find something out about the Ogier. And while he did not admit it, even Dorrin liked to say what was truly on his mind. Just once he was going to tell someone the complete truth without worrying about the consequences, though if there were consequences he was more than ready to deal with them.

“Most people” he began no longer bothering to disguise his voice. Now it was cold and ruthless without any of the jester persona he had previously exhibited. “Most people go their whole lives thinking the world is inhabited by people that are good.  Everyone who robs them, or cheats them is just a bad exception to the general goodness that most people possess. But I don’t kid myself, people are not good. Everyone lies, cheats, steals, and whatever else they have the guts to get away with. I can see when it is happening better than most, but people don’t like it when I expose them for who they really are. This tends to get them angry at me.

He paused for a second to let the Ogier sink what he was saying in before continuing. He wanted someone to understand how he thought even if it repulsed the Ogier. “I have a theory, the reason that most people don’t go to the Dark One is not because they’re good and he’s evil. The reason is that they just don’t want to admit that they want into his club. They’ve been raised to think it wrong, so they pretend to. But the fact is that morality is just a pleasant myth created to keep some semblance of order. Since I know this I don’t trust anyone, human or Ogier.” Silently he took another piece of rabbit.

How about a case of mistaken identity? I'll start the thread by beating someone who deserves it, you think I am the attacker and attack me to save the guy?

Actually I think our two characters would have an interesting encounter, though I'll be honest I am looking to rp a good fight so here's my bio

http://www.dragonmount.com/forums/viewtopic.php?t=16860

and tell me what you think.

Dorrin smirked as he sat down to warm himself by the fire. However as he sat he made sure to keep his sword near his hand in case the Ogier was just luring Dorrin into a false sense of security.

Dorrin supposed that the Ogier's explanation of what he was doing was plausible enough, but no so much that Dorrin ceased to be suspicious. Still in his jester persona he answered the question, "Well let me see, I too wish to relax and eat before I sleep. Of course I am also hiding from the numerous people who want be dead, including but not limited to, a pack of bandits, half the tavern owners in Andor, a trolloc or two, and I think that covers it more or less."

The sad thing was the accuracy of what he said. He tended to start trouble in the taverns he went to, and he had run across a few trollocs who had not quite managed to kill him. As for the bandits, Dorrin pursued his lips as he thought of his experience with them. They were the reason he was a suspicious as he was and one day he planned to kill every last one of them. His hand briefly turned into a fist as he thought about the villagers they massacred, and how the survivors blamed him of all things.

"So" he said for a second revealing his true cold voice before hastily reverting to the one he had been using originally, "why are you here? Why aren't you in a stedding or with anyone else?"

Dorrin had seen the Ogier leaning against the sycamore and immediately hid himself behind a tree while his heart raced. He did not hide out of fear or curiosity but out of a desire to plan. Dorrin had only seen a Ogier once before and from a distance and that, but he had heard stories about them. But every story he had heard made them seem unable to be evil, devoted to the light. No matter who told him something along those line Dorrin severely doubted the accuracy of their supposed goodness. .

Dorrin did not believe that any creature was entirely good. In fact he was rather sure that most people, creatures, and whatever else was out there tended to be untrustworthy, greedy, and worthy of Dorrin’s contempt. However over the years Dorrin had come up with a method for drawing out poeple’s true personalties without revealing anything about himself.

Dorrin had two personas. The first one, the real one, was cold and suspicious. That one rarely laughed if ever and was no one’s friend. But that persona was rarely shown to the outside world, as Dorrin knew that such a personality could get him killed. The other persona was that of a jester and trickster. The jester trusted everyone and was talkative, happy, and believed in the spirit of altruism. Essentially the jester was everything that the real Dorrin wasn’t.

It was the jester persona that he adopted as he sneaked over to the Ogier. With a big grin on his face that even he could barely tell was fake he chuckled as he loudly asked, “what’s an Ogier doing here?” and waited for an answer with no sign of impatience. But even as his eyes twinkled with mirth his hand remained on his sword and his eyes carefully measured he distance between the Ogier and his axes.