I made this FF for the mod I am researcher for. I dicided to post it here as well. Let me know what you think!

[FF] Brendt

Prologue

A dense fog slowly crept along the ground towards the trees. It lay low to the ground and moved silently into the forest. Ever further it progresses between the trees and covers all small creatures under a sparkling coat of tiny droplets.
It moved on to a larger prey, slowly moving up on the leg of the man standing in the bushes. Touching his knees, brushing against his thighs and tickling his elbows. The mist didn´t even move when it touched his slightly parted lips, not a sigh escaped from between them.
Suddenly the mist was stirred. A group of men came walking along, singing songs and drinking the ale they looted from the village close by.
The leader stood out from the rest of his men by the way he walked, the clothes he wore and the mug he had. It was by far the largest and the fullest of them all.
A scout came running in, panting heavily. He moved up through the small force shoving people aside as he went.
‘Report soldier!’ the commander demanded.
‘Some farmers must have seen the fire captain; the next village is preparing defenses.
The captain cursed ‘I guess we´ll have to attack by day then, when they are all tired from watching out for us. Get some rest soldier.’
The scout walked towards the cart that held the looted treasure and climbed in. He lay down with a sigh of relief and pulled some blankets over him against the cold. They were already damp from the fog.
The captain pointed to another scout walking a few meters behind him. ‘You come here.’ As soon as the soldier was next to the captain he started giving instructions. ‘Go and find a good place to set up camp and where we can´t be spot easily.’
‘Yes sir!’
The soldier sped off. His shadow followed him closely, both of them.
Sometime later the scout returned and reported to the captain that he found a small patch of grass not far away. About an hour later a camp was pitched on the small patch. Watches were set and fires were made to prepare the meat they got from the village they destroyed.
The night dragged on and one by one the soldiers fell asleep, a shadow appeared from the trees. It silently moved between the fires, always staying out of the light. He seemed to blend in with the darkness surrounding the sleeping men.
A twig snapped under a boot, the shadow stopped and tilted his head, trying to hear the soldiers on guard duty. Most of them were too drunk to fight so he didn´t expect trouble from them but still. A whisper of wind swept over the clearing pushing the fog up higher, hiding the shadow even more.
The shadow started moving again, creeping along, through the mist until it reached a nearly extinguished fire. It stopped and waited. Soon the fire went completely black. The shadow disappeared in the darkness.
‘Common you sleeping dogs get up!’ The captain yelled to no avail. ‘I´ll have you whipped for this!’ Again there was no response.
‘Sire, I think they are dead.’ One of the soldiers said. He walked towards the three sleeping bags and bend over them. He opened them and examined the bodies within. Their throat was cut and a small emblem was cut out in their forehead. ‘Assassins!’ the soldier yelled. ‘Beware assassins are nearby!’
The captain was shocked. ‘Assassins, but we are over 400 miles from Ellesméra!’ he moved to another body and unwrapped it. It had the same wounds. ‘And they are trapped, we have 50000 men besieging that city and they have only 400 capable men left.’ He walked to the third bag. The soldier showed the same signs.
‘Get your weapons maggots!’ the captain shouted. ‘Into a circle, get those shields up!’
The soldiers scrambled to form up and raise their shields into an impenetrable shield wall. At least that´s what they thought it was. Soon after the fifth and last circle was complete an arrow flew over the captain’s shield and struck his forehead between the eyes while he was peering over his shield.
‘Close the line!’ his second in command shouted. ‘Don´t look over your shields!’
A second arrow flew into the circle and pierced one of the shields, nailing the soldiers arm to it. He screamed out in pain and fell to his knees. A third arrow ended his suffering.
‘Scatter and find that assassin, bring me his head!’ the sergeant yelled. ‘He has armour piercing arrows, our shields are of no use leave them here!’
The circles broke up and the men ran to the trees. Another five were hit by arrows before they got to the trees. Only 42 men remained standing.
As the first three soldiers reached the trees a small wire sprang up through the trees. They were cut in half at their waist. For a few minutes you could hear them screaming.
‘Why won´t you come out and fight like a man assassin!’ The sergeant was walking through the trees, looking for signs that showed him where the assassin was. He could hear faint screams and clanging metal in the distance. They have him he thought and he ran towards the sound. He was on the open ground again, together with 3 of his men. A few men lay dead over each other, a shield had hit a sword. Only four left alive, we must get out of here. ‘Alright let´s move out of this forest men, I want you to get to the army end tell them that there is an assassin on the loose. I´ll stay here and cover your retreat.’
The three men sheathed their swords and ran over the road towards the village they had looted. Three arrows flew over the captains soldiers and hit his men in the back. He startled, waited for the burning pain in his back. But it did not come.
‘You are letting me live?’ the captain asked while he turned around. ‘You know I will tell my superiors and that they will burn down every single forest to find you.’
‘I won´t let you live but you are brave, I´ll let you see my face.’ A soft voice said on his right. The captain turned towards the sound. A young boy, no older then seventeen, looked him dead in the eyes.
The boy pulled out his sword, it was completely blue, and held it in front of him. ‘You are a brave man, telling your men to flee while you cover them. You knew you had no chance of surviving alone against me.’
‘I had to let my superiors know of you.’
‘It was brave still.’ The boy lifted the sword and stabbed the captain in his stomach. ‘You won´t suffer much I promise you. Die now and live peacefully in the skies misguided soul.’
In a single effortless stroke the boy lopped of the captains head.
 
Chapter 1, Tournament

´Welcome to the 137th annual combat tournament.’ A voice spoke over the speakers. ‘All participants are asked to register up at the main building in ten minutes. The entry will close in 5 hours.
Brendt was waiting outside of the building. He watched the combatants come in and sign up at the table. Ninety-six people had signed up and they now came to fill in on their personal details.
‘Out of my way short stuff.’ A huge man growled. Brendt stepped aside and let him pass. As so many other participants the man relied on brute strength and the quality of his armour to keep him safe and reach the finals.
A few minutes passed and Brendt decided it was time to go. He walked towards the entrance of the small building and stopped at the entry table.
‘Name?’ the clerk demanded.
‘Brendt Rios del Mordir Klan’ Brendt replied.
‘Alright I have you right here number, 24. Lucky now are we? The final place not? Now I would like to know your stage name.’
‘Shur´tugal, sir.’
‘Well we´ll stay with Brendt then not? The people will like that name better. Now for your age?’
‘I´m twenty-five years old, sir.’
‘Alright twenty, five. That was all on your way now. This here is Knurl he will show you the locker rooms.’
Brendt watched Knurl walk into the room. He was quite short but he looked strong and sturdy, massive even.
Knurl led him through a series of hallways. After some time they entered an enormous hall which had an equally large door. There was some writing above the door. Atra esterni ono thelduin un atra one waísa sköliro fra rauthr.
‘Excuse me.’ Brendt said to Knurl ‘But what does that writing mean?’
‘None knows anymore, sir. These are old words, words of power. But we don´t know what they mean.’
It took them some time to cross the hall but after they finally reached the far end Knurl opened a small hatch in one of the doors. ‘Fricai!’ he shouted. As the doors slowly turned open he turned to Brendt. ‘That´s the password.’ He explained. ‘They´ve used it since this place was build.’
AS the doors swung inward they revealed another chamber, even larger than the one they had just crossed. It was beautifully decorated. Large carpets hung on the walls, together with detailed paintings and hardly comprehensible fresco´s. There were several empty area´s which had a small frame in the middle. Fairth´s, Brendt knew.
‘Beautiful isn´t it? It cost a few coins but hey, it looks very, very nice doesn´t it?’
‘Yes it looks great.’ Brendt replied vacantly. ‘I read about it when I did some research on this place.’
‘Yeah it looks great but the true beauty is the room itself. The dwarves made it you know. But of you think this place is beautiful you should see the arena.’
‘You have no idea.’ Brendt muttered.
They crossed the hall, which was about 700 yards, and went through a door even larger than the one through which they entered. Knurl was constantly talking about all the features of the chambers and tunnels, talking about their direction, function and why they were so big. The dragons had to be able to get through after all.
A few minutes later they reached the large door. They stepped through the smaller door imbedded in the thick stone slab and they entered another chamber. The dimensions of this one were so enormous that it was like standing outside at dusk. It was a full six-and a quarter mile wide and completely circular.
Knurl ushered Brendt through a small door on his left hand. Knurl left after pointing Brendt to his locker, leaving Brendt alone in the room. His bag was already placed on the bank that was appointed to him.
Some luxury would be appreciated Brendt thought as he took in the Spartan environment. It took a long time to get to this place and I can´t even rest properly.
A voice sounded through the chamber, telling him to get ready for his first fight. The voice rattled on about legal en technical information about the fight as well as statistics on his opponent. Brendt put on his heavy leather clothing and his studded chaps, light but strong, and buckled on his sword.
‘Ladies and gentlemen, welcome, welcome to the 1026th annual Alagaësian Fighting Competition. This years fighting will be tough again as 24 contestants have signed up for the 1026th AFC. This year with an all new and improved augmented reality system!’ The crowd cheered as the commentator finished his speech.
‘Our first contestants of today are Brendt, a newcomer from Carvahall in Palancar, and Gronik, a veteran from our very own Brodren Empire!’ The crowd cheered again. The commentator resumed his announcement. ‘Unfortunately, or maybe even fortunate for Gronik, we have no information on Brendt whatsoever, only that he goes by the stage name of Shur´tugal. Gronik is an AFC veteran who has already won 6 fights in this arena. He hopes to get the first place this year.’ The crowd cheered again and it took them nearly half a minute to grow silent again. ‘And here he is Gronik!’
Gronik´s personal tune began playing and under deafening cheering he entered the arena. After it was silent again the commentator announced Brendt. He entered under complete silence.
Brendt took in Gronik. He was seven feet tall and as broad as a bear. He could probably break the spine of any given man in the audience with ease. He was armed with a massive six feet long sword and clad in heavy steel armour.
Brendt and Gronik stepped onto their respective staging platform and the signal for the start of the match sounded. Gronik urged his platform forward while Brendt remained standing still. He covered two of the two and a half miles that separated him and Brendt in a little under four minutes. He drew his sword and held it ready to swing. Brendt also started moving. He put an arrow on the string of his bow, drew and aimed. 400 yards, 300, 200, 100.
Brendt released the string. The arrow soared through the air and hit Gronik´s shield right in the middle. It pierced through the steel and wood and nails Gronik´s arm to his body. Gronik lost his balance and was thrown through the air against the arena wall. A sickening crunch sounded through the stadium and Gronik lay still. Brendt slowly walked towards his opponent and kneeled next to him. He drew his knife and stabbed through Gronik´s spine.
‘Well folks that was some battle we have seen here. I think that we will hear a lot of this Brendt boy. We will now take a five minute brake but our next contestants will soon enter the arena.’
The arena vanished and Brendt stood in the staging room again. He turned off the imaging the Augmented Reality provided him and stepped out into the locker rooms.