From his position down below, he'd often look up and see the gliders passing by overhead. Despite his joy at working with what was basically a giant crossbow, it wasn't long before he applied for a transfer to join the gliders. The gnomes, however, were reluctant to let a human so close to their technology. He re-applied each time he was refused, but all to no avail.
He'd only been with the gnomes for another two years when he received the injury that would force him to leave. Khazard's soldiers launched a massive attack all along the line, and Sand was caught out in no-man's land alone at the time. Having never had to kill a man in battle before, he faltered, and was stabbed through the eye for his troubles by a man probably just as inexperienced as he was - or he might've finished the job. The damage was slight, but the eye was lost, and it was ironic that a Khazard officer would find him and, not suspecting a human would side with the gnomes, mistook him for a traveller in the wrong place at the wrong time. He saw to it that Sand got the medical attention he required from their own medics.
Unable to signal effectively with one eye, and knowing that it'd only be a matter of time before the Khazards figured out who he was, he fled the field hospital one night as soon as he was strong enough and began the journey home.
Confident enough to make a living from his skills as a slayer, he returned to Varrock and became a slayer under the reign of Princess Puppy and King John Vimes, though his skills were rarely needed. It was only when vampyres attacked the city that he was called on, and the militia he gathered was more than succesful, thoroughly driving the creatures from the city and ensuring no further attacks would come. It was this act that saw him made general of the city's army, and saw him lead it against the likes of Russia, the Sicarius, and all manner of assorted nastiness. The injuries he recieved fighting the Sicarius would ever change him, though.
Cont One man's trash is another's treasure, and one man's cash buys another's pleasure.
So I'll rob from the cradle, and I'll rob from the grave; it's just human traffic, and I'm just a slave.
He'd only been with the gnomes for another two years when he received the injury that would force him to leave. Khazard's soldiers launched a massive attack all along the line, and Sand was caught out in no-man's land alone at the time. Having never had to kill a man in battle before, he faltered, and was stabbed through the eye for his troubles by a man probably just as inexperienced as he was - or he might've finished the job. The damage was slight, but the eye was lost, and it was ironic that a Khazard officer would find him and, not suspecting a human would side with the gnomes, mistook him for a traveller in the wrong place at the wrong time. He saw to it that Sand got the medical attention he required from their own medics.
Unable to signal effectively with one eye, and knowing that it'd only be a matter of time before the Khazards figured out who he was, he fled the field hospital one night as soon as he was strong enough and began the journey home.
Confident enough to make a living from his skills as a slayer, he returned to Varrock and became a slayer under the reign of Princess Puppy and King John Vimes, though his skills were rarely needed. It was only when vampyres attacked the city that he was called on, and the militia he gathered was more than succesful, thoroughly driving the creatures from the city and ensuring no further attacks would come. It was this act that saw him made general of the city's army, and saw him lead it against the likes of Russia, the Sicarius, and all manner of assorted nastiness. The injuries he recieved fighting the Sicarius would ever change him, though.
Cont One man's trash is another's treasure, and one man's cash buys another's pleasure.
So I'll rob from the cradle, and I'll rob from the grave; it's just human traffic, and I'm just a slave.
08-Jan-2012 17:18:59 - Last edited on 08-Jan-2012 18:11:52 by Sand Traven