Why not post a seperate thread for the compliation? It might stop fitting into one post after a while.

Hmm, that could work.

...but feeling was already leaving his arm. Where was the hunter he'd seen? His head was spinning.

Psychic poison, he thought thickly as...

he dropped to his knees, the feeling gone from his chest as well, fumbling with his other hand, he reached for his belt trying to...

...find the antidote he had prepared knowing that the natives used this type of poison. Gerard tried desperately not to panic...

...but his fingers were numb, and flailed dumbly at his belt. Burst of color filled his vision like phosphenes, and his ears were...

...buzzing as if a swarm of hornets was right next to his head. With all the concentration he could muster, Gerard made one last attempt...

...and with a surge of will, managed to dislodge the vial from his belt. It fell to the ground and cracked, the liquid leaking all over, but...

...he managed to collapse onto the bottle, cutting his face but allowing him to lap up the liquid. It was a high quality antidote...

...and the effect was almost instant. His vision cleared, and he regained control of his muscles. Springing to his feet, he looked frenziedly around himself...

...only to see all nine of the natives surrounding his position. Gerard, not used to panicking, quickly assesed the situation and noticed that the natives...

...were all still alive. He'd missed. Some of them were smiling, like this was some sort of game. With an exasperated sigh, he...

...slowly held his hands up as if to surrender, before murmuring the invoke word for the flying ability on his dagger. The effect...

...was not what he expected. All at once, a whirlwind sprung up around him, buffeting the tribesmen and lifting him up. He tried to...

keep himself level. It was the best he could do. Still, he was flying, sort of. He felt a "thud" as something small hit his backpack...

It couldn't have been an arrow, not in these winds. Even a throwing axe would get blown off-course. He chanced to look behind him and saw...

...the natives, wide-eyed, throwing rocks at him. The winds were affecting the rocks' flight path but one still hit him squarely...

...which shouldn't have been possible. But then he noticed the tribesman to the rear, with feathers and fetishes laced through his hair. A shaman.

I knew that last one would be a problem.

He could already feel the winds weakening, and made an effort to move himself to a...

...safe place to land, preferably far away. He could hear the distant ululation of the shaman's chanting coming from downwind. Hopefully, he wasn't...

(I need to compile this, too. I'm going to do it in a new thread, like Quiet suggested.)

Edit-- I misread.

. . . too late to get to safety. There! Was that a cave he could see? He dearly hoped so. He began to try to steer himself that way . . .

Edit: Huh... somehow lost a page...

Only for the Shaman's chant to finish, and while high in the air, the winds died. Dropping like a stone, Gerard quickly grabbed the small...

...root thrusting out from the hillside to his right. The impact was jarring, but he held his grip. Looking back over his shoulder...

...he saw nothing of his pursuers but their shadows among the rocks. He waited, hand groping for a practical weapon in case he had to...

...fight his way clear. This was getting out of hand. The entire job had been a mess from beginning. If he hadn't...

..been so foolish as to think that he had been the only man hired to do the job. At least one man back there was not one of the natives.

Maybe there was still some way to talk his way out of this. He hadn't killed any of them, after all, and they were known to enjoy...

..a few choice items, none of which he had on him at the moment. An arrow hit the rock not far from where he hung. That's it. He cut the root.

Falling, he scrabbled down the nearly-sheer hillside, cuts and bruises accruing too quickly for him to wince before he crashed into the brush below.

He laid there for a moment, dazed, when he suddenly felt a presense near him. He jumped away from it, trying to focus on who was near, when...

his nerves had enough. He lashed out with his knife, still instinctively clutched, and the presence became a low heap on the bush. He caught his breath, and walked on.

(THAT might cause trouble for him later on. I wonder who he knifed?)

They're out for blood, regardless, he thought bitterly, the pain aggravating the sentiment. Why not give them a reason?

As his strength returned, he began...

...to move more quickly, thinking it might be best to get out of there before things got worse. He held up the knife and...

used the reflection to glance behind him. It was dark, but there was still enough moonlight to spot white skin, provided he was right about...

...whom he'd actually killed.

I really hope I don't get interrupted this time. Gerard carefully incanted the word for the invisibility again, and...

steadied his steps, walking carefully as his boots and hands began to slowly disappear from sight, transparency creeping up hs limbs and seeping into his clothes.

He was hoping the invisibility would take effect faster when he heard the sound of several sets of feet behind him.

Shit. He whirled around and saw...

several men. Armed men. They didn't seem to see him and he thanked his fortune that the merchant had at least some degree of honesty.

He slowed his movements some to minimize any noise he might make and started moving away from the group. This job was no longer...

(yikes, lots of responses. In sore need of a recap. Have to do that tomorrow. Don't worry about it, though, keep going if you guys want, I'll catch up. Just glad to see activity here. :))