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| Lord DragonFlame | Dec 21 2011, 12:25 PM Post #1 |
Christmas is back again
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Follow old reference of map here. Dreams are meant to be scattered when their the most desirable. A loud knock on the door, and with no respect they simply barge inside yelling something that usually comes out awfully strange at first. Awakened abruptly, knocking the head into the roof, who had obvious been forgotten since last night. "Ouch... what the hell?" A blue male husky brushes his head, knowing that'd probably leave a mark for another few days. The voice returned, probably one of the employees who's been assigned to such scrupulous orders. "We have arrived at the docks at Helocoast, the captain wishes to see you up deck, pronto." "Yeah, thanks, I'll be there, just give me a sec..." His head pounding, probably giving him a well received headache the rest of this morning. Getting on some clothes, adding some shoes before retrieving his gear for the taken, before exiting through the door making his way toward the upper deck. They've been assigned to find out what's the cause of the disease, and eventually make their journey toward the southern island, north of Valkyrie. Mission status was quite abundant, but who's to tell whether the most recent paper can make a difference from fact and real thing. It's what's out on the field that counts, not the technology. About two weeks out at sea, it'd be nice for a change, no matter the conditions that's set upon land. Looking about for the rest of this assemblage that's been routed all built for the almost extreme conditions. The captain's speech finishes off rather short, wishing them good luck and may they return safely back home when their tasks have been fulfilled. Leaving the ship the first impression was awful to say the least. The land seemed waste. What could've been a lively dockside could almost appear like a snake's bit venom in comparison. Quickly gathering each man and woman to a predetermined location at the docks, seeing the boat leaving them behind with what little resources they could've mustered. "All men say aye, when I call out your names...." "Jason Harvey.." "Yes sir." The husky responded, looking ready to set things around the table. Wanting to know their first target. |
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| Tux | Dec 21 2011, 07:43 PM Post #2 |
Donning the Outfit
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Gone...gave up his life in hopes of saving others on the battlefield. Thorn is no more, his lifeless body at the mercy of Nature herself. His longtime companion, Hector, fought triumphantly against a tyrant but at the very cost of his own life. What started as a journey to save the world, now has ended for these two. One of the five original survivors is heard to be alive, still searching for another artifact key to saving the land of Krogus from imminent destruction. A war was raged, between factions, against beasts. One faction forced to flee with their defeat, in hopes to regain their morale and combat these beasts and other obstacles. However... ...the Shield is currently in possession with the alleged survivor. All that is left is the Sword. It is any mortal's game from here on. {Thanodin} A human was reported to have fell under the curses of the ghouls that dwell this dreaded place. Some dared to save him, but two left to attempt the rescue; they were never heard of. This place has no mercy and thus rips out the Hope factor within the dwellers in Thanodin. This human will soon become fodder for the afterlife, to become one of them... (I'll add to this in the next post.) |
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| Lord DragonFlame | Dec 22 2011, 10:13 AM Post #3 |
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Christmas is back again
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//Interesting!\\ Helocoast It lasted about a minimum hour before the temporarily encampment had been set. Orders are or should have been as followed. Guard duty on both the north and the eastern entrance. Search for evidence and provisions seeing as it may very well have the team assembled wait till next mourning, before moving onwards. Jason was among one of the one standing at the would-be wall, that used to provide a safe haven. Looking at it now, there's nothing that would resemble, much of a lively town. Men at arms, that's what we are. Our shields shall avert all danger, while our swords shall conquer our foes. White lab-coats, both scientific and archaeological with their sheets of hand-writing and various tools that'd put so much concentration upon the various details, that they'd simple had forgotten to defend their own skin. Thus the relevance of soldiers are a must for this missions success. Yet what sort of fiends other then the mischievous terrors of the walking dead, is still unknown. After all the monarch's pities speech wasn't exactly the most informative. All he mourned about, was his lost son. Not to disrespect a fallen son, but there's that whole difference among men and nobles. Putting thoughts aside from the background to his current whereabouts, a sudden shadow in the distance seemingly drawing the husky's attention toward it's location. Checking on his co-guard, just to make sure he ain't already receiving delirious concussions, enough to have him stripped from the outside, leaving him to his wondrous fantasies. "Did you see that?" Pointing toward the would-be forest, with it's grim appearance. "Hmm...!" Was the other's one's missive response, clearly minding his own paradise. Without confirming, he set off outside the imminent area, where each soldier had been strictly forbidden to leave without permission. Yet certainly when there's a matter of discovering an possible host, survivor or enemy for that matter, such requirements shouldn't be necessary. Walking cautiously with his favorable Yarieth's spear in one, while the recently acquired shield at his left. Only then he could hear one of them shout. "Get back here, we wouldn't want our leader to haul you in." It seemed almost blurred in comparison, as he kept on focusing on the several tree's ahead. Probably hiding behind the nearby trunk. "Hello... Anyone there?" Of course no one would reply in return, perhaps scared, or simply awaiting a chance to struck right at the ever-wanderer's-fool of a wannabe. This is as far he could make it, before he could hear the chief commanding him to return. Probably putting him on guard duty on the coast fro disobeying his instructions. Ignoring those words, he carried onwards until he could see a hand, seemingly vanish behind the tree. "I promise we won't hurt you." Of course said-note this doesn't necessarily have to be true, though that's solemnly his words alone. Yet before he could even uncover it's mystery, the chief simply grabbed the husky's back-shoulder, almost dragging him away from the site. "What are your orders soldier.... Answer me...!" "I could've sworn I saw something sir. Behind those tree's." While it certainly ain't a leader's patience to listen upon such preposterous propositions, but at these times, such irrelevant conspiracy's can actually be trustworthy. "Let me see then..." At ease, before he and Jason carried to find out what's hiding among the dead-forest. Arriving at the scene, they both witnessed a living child, though she tried to cover up her face. Not sure why, but that'd hopefully change soon. The chief weren't out to kill an innocent child, and thus he tried to show his gentle and caring side, though that's a sight to be seen. "Hey there... We mean you no harm, please allow us to take you back to our encampment. We got food and fresh water." Apparently nervous around strangers, she made sure to keep one hand across her face, while the other one wishes to stretch out for the old general's comforting hand. Awkward noises came from her mouth, not the thing you'd usually would've want to hear from a child at this age. Jason almost thinking this isn't right, but instead of interfering he simply observed, knowing that he may have to act if the event simply turns for the worst. Patience is virtue. The child had finally toughened up enough to appreciate the comforting hand. But she refused to show her face. And those marks upon her hands. Something or someone had treated her ill. Making their way back to town, there'd be a moment were all eyes would become fixed on the young lady. |
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| Tux | Dec 26 2011, 05:27 PM Post #4 |
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Donning the Outfit
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(Nice, DF, very nice. Let's see if I can catch up to your level of magnitude, heh.) Ahh, another one. This one's miiiine. You had your fair share of carcasses; it's my turn to feast! Lies! You just want more; well no more for you tonight!! The human that was reportedly knocked out starts to come to, body shivering from the harsh cold. His ears pick up what two males are debating about eating and dead things. The human attempts to breathe and goes into labored breathing, clenching his chest, the other males staring down to the human: two wisps, spirits; hungry spirits. He's up! Forget it, let's just feast and be on our way! The human, still in a daze, forces himself to lie back down as he watches a pair of hazy-looking spirits swoop down, missing their target. The human gasps for air and struggles to get up, shouting: "Help!! Help, anyone!!" Damn! The two entities swoop down to the human and grab him, hoisting him upward, the human struggling to break free. His cries spread out to the far regions of the current area, but none could hear the human's plight. The ghosts already go to work on the human's shoulder and bicep, respectively, the human letting out a roar of pain. No...n-noo!! One of the ghosts underwent a strange event; its metaphysical body had light coming out of it, as if what it had ate was poisonous to it... ...ahhhh!! (The entity explodes into nothingness.) ...deadly even. The other entity flew away with the human, frightened that what had happened to its ally, might happen to it. It paid no attention and bit the human's neck, a beam of light shooting from its chest. One more beam flew out of its left eye socket and drops the human to the muddy ground below; the entity twirls about in a mad fashion, desperate to stop the inevitable, but to no avail as it implodes as well. As for the human, all he could see are flecks of life falling to the ground and one more figure appearing, carrying a form of a blunt object, walking towards the human. Edited by Tux, Dec 26 2011, 05:27 PM.
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| Lord DragonFlame | Dec 30 2011, 06:21 AM Post #5 |
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Christmas is back again
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//Wicked stuff above there Tux.\\ Was this child a survivor? It's hard to conclude there's something fishy around a lone kid, able to survive on her own. Her very essence drove all eyes upon their found. This is were a soldier shan't interfere, and for the best, return back to his/her duties. Whilst accommodated to stand aware, as she still hadn't had the dare to show of, off her face. At first the rather blunt assistance, provided there's food and drink. They'd all assume this is when she would reveal her identity. Just like that, and she decided to run in fear of what they'd may do to her. Each man hollered after her, as she barged into one of them nearby houses, taking the door with her with a loud wham. "We won't do you no harm, now please come outside so we may all stay civilized." The white robes carried out their persuasive enhancements, whether that'd be sufficient could've been revealed within seconds. An ominous reverberation appeared from inside. As if she suffered, and with the door barred from inside, they found them self helplessly fathomed, acquiring the chief's shoulder. Such matters aren't made for pussies. "Stand aside, I'll have this matter dealt with." A loud thud arrived after another, until the door was forced open. The child immediately turned a foul stare at the chief, who's unparalleled fondness of this child turned awry. "Dare me...." Without even considering, he reached out for his weapon, this obviously provoked her into propelling forwards attacking the man's face, who cried out as he stumbled his way backwards, greeted by the horrid crowd who immediately felt the urge to run. Jason reacted like any soldier would do. Unsheathing his spear, running toward the event. "Freak, get the hell off my captain," attempting to skewer the child, though it almost appeared to late for his commandant. His face had been torn too shreds, and what left of skin he still had was in her foul mouth, as she turned her attention toward the husky. Her retreat, or counter-effort never sufficed as her menacing body was punctured through her heart, releasing a child's lasting appeal. Even with it pierced through her abdomen she relentlessly tried gashing out, flickering with her hands continually. Though the canine stayed strong, taken the boot in her face, thrusting it forcefully backward, until he could hear that familiar snap at the back of her neck. That'd put her at ease, the limp carcase lying upon the ground, while Jason and his fellow soldiers drove their attention towards their dying captain. "I.... I'm sorry that I ever disobeyed..." Expecting an answer, though anyone would simply throw up if they'd had to witness this man's face. With if his mouth had been literally been torn out, and with only one eye still able to observe his men with much sorrow. He would never return back to his wife and two children, and if he were to be saved, his face would never be the same. "Stand back soldier, he needs immediate medical treatment." This is whereas the soldiers were asked to retreat while the white coats would carry out, both treatment and the measurement and investigation of the corpse. Proven to be loyal even whilst his own general lied there bleeding to death, he forced his way back toward the wall along with the rest, knowing it'd best just to give everything the alloted time. |
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| Tux | Jan 9 2012, 05:29 PM Post #6 |
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Donning the Outfit
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(Whoa, now -that- was crazy stuff there, heh.) The human struggles with his captive, gasping for air as the captive continues to incapacitate the human. For a few more seconds, the human would break free and flee this cursed place, back to a land where safety is abundant, where less harsh events, such as this, would occur; that reality would never happen to the human. He is knocked out with a strike to his head, his unconscious body twitching from the aftershock, knowing that he will die in the land of the dead. "--!" The human awakes, sitting up quickly, his eyes widen from the nightmare. He slowly pats himself down, gathering a bit of sweat, soon wiping it off on his new clothes and on a shoddy-looking bed that he rests upon. "...what? is this?" Creaking from a worn chair forces the human to look to his right, spotting a cloaked figure rocking itself on the chair; the human shows little fear but heavy concern. "Awake?" it asks. "...Yes," the human responds cautiously, "have you--?" The figure stands and walks toward the nearest window, scoping out the area outside, the human attempting to get up, but lies down from the sudden income of pain. "Rest some more," it beckons to the human, hearing upon his groans, "you have been through a lot." "Perhaps." The human stares to the nailed ceiling, then to the interior of the room; despite its unsafe condition, it brings a sense of warmth from the harsh chill of the graveyard. The human brings his left hand to his chest, breathing slowly. "Where...where can I find--" "Are you in good condition?" The human is thrown off by the figure's question, yet nods: "I...believe I am. Enough to walk for a few moments." "What is your question?" "...where do you keep your mirrors?" "Mirrors?" the figure is then thrown off by the human's request, "I can tell you how you look like and whether you should stand or not." "I wish to take a look at myself." The figure suspects that the human may have mild amnesia and agrees to aid him; the figure helps the human to his feet and guides him towards a round-shaped mirror. The human takes a few steps toward a sink and glances at the mirror. He blinks several times before re-checking himself. The figure stands elsewhere and watches outside of the room. "...I feel..." The human presses his left hand against his left cheek and soon to his left eye. He rubs his temples and attempts to fix his shoulder-length hair. He looks to the mirror once more and bears resemblance to the now-fallen hero, Jonathan Thorn; the only differences are that the human's cheekbones are broader and that his eyes are relaxed and slightly lowered as opposed to Thorn's determined and lifted eyes. The human clears his throat and walks outside of the room, holding his right shoulder. "You, saved me, have you?" the human asks the figure, getting a nod in response. "Thank you. May I ask of your name?" "I am a Ranger of the graveyard, names do not concern me. What shall I call you?" The human stops and thinks, unable to come up with a name. "I do not know." "A nameless? Perhaps in due time, your memory will come back." "...Amnesia? Am I suffering from it?" The figure's assumption was correct that the human is suffering from amnesia. Nevertheless, all is well with the two. The human nods and proceeds to walk out of the little building. "You cannot go out there, not during this hour." "What, goes on during this hour?" the human asks the Ranger. "Terrible things." The figure looks to the window, hearing the faint laughter of the dead. "Terrible things that might have happened to you had I not appeared quickly to save you from them." The human nods and walks back to the bed, sitting down, bringing his hands together, staring to the floor. "Then, I wait...wait until when?" "The morning. Even so, the second you leave, danger will look for you. You must flee this place before 'they' come to consume you. I will watch out for you for the night." "...You must rest too." The Ranger shakes his head, "I never sleep." The human finds that hard to believe but has no choice but to stay in the building, listening to the creaking of the chair, the floor, the building and the howling of the wind. He proceeds to fall asleep, attempting to get comfortable. |
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| Lord DragonFlame | Jan 11 2012, 02:20 PM Post #7 |
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Christmas is back again
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//Something about that post above me reminded of something. Still, awesome appearance.\\ "I hadn't signed up for this shit." Presented near Jason, a male around the 20's, still inexperienced and probably haven't seen much death. You could almost sense that he's about to break into tears. Fear... Nervousness and unstable grip around his weapon, not much use if the situation would turn for the worse. "Calm down, for all we know he'll recover from this." Whether that's to be countered measured with another scared wit is likely to blow up in smithereens. "CALM DOWN! You saw his face... It was seriously blood all over it. AND YOU must've seen that one of his eyes had been torn out." Clearly the lad were quickly assuming the worst, though sadly he weren't wrong about things looking grim. If their chief would be decapitated, most likely sent back home or in this case, die a slow death with every scientist attempting to keep him alive. Knowing that his last wish were to receive a quick death. If he hadn't broken he has now, there's no return, he'll ether do something out of hand or end up hurting him self. This is when anyone should become nervous just being there. Perking an eyebrow, looking past the hill as you could see the sun disappear in the favor of the moon and the darkness. With little but no movement, it was all the drizzling moment as to when he'll run off until he's taken care of. "DAMN DAMN, why ain't you answering me?" Referring to the husky, trying constantly ignoring the fact he's hearing everything. Just when he were about to receive an shuteye. The blasted firearm was firing at will towards the forest... "Ah....! I'll kill you all..." Everything that had significantly looked almost tranquil, changed as the sudden shots were fired randomly. And before they knew it, there's an army or at least mediate sized unit with walking corpses heading their way. Quickly informing the rest about the oncoming wave of hostiles. "We're been attacked, requiring all units here immediately." Snapping out of it, knowing that he'd best start firing or they'll be all over them in a few seconds. Steadying his aim, all he could accomplish were to aid the rampaging kid out of danger. Releasing the trigger not once, not twice but rapidly releasing an extensive amount of bullets as there's at least a dozen about to sprung an attack. GET THE HELL OUT OF THERE." The blue canine tries to reason with the boy before it's to late. Yet he quickly realized gaining the kid's attention led his concentration off guard. Before the time to react, they were all over him. Quickly turning an eye away, before falling back, as with everyone arriving, witnessing the fate, but all more content on taking care of the approaching madness. "Die you freaks." The usual rage with continuously successful hits, as the mob are quickly shattered into only a few bare minimum left. Yet this night was far from over. From the forest the roar from a beast appeared. Their all getting what they've come for. Two tall looking creatures approaching at an alarming rate, and if that weren't enough, most of the fallen dead returns to life, as if a shot in their head won't stagger em. Only pierce through what used to be their heart will leave em to disintegrate. Jason felt they must deal with the monsters first. "Concentrate your fire upon those... Whatever they are." Acknowledging, even if nether takes orders, they'll simply just see what's more threatening then the other. Berserker's are worse then hell, as when combines their one fierce predator. Agility proving difficult to target, panic grew onto the men as they constantly need to reload. What about their ammo reservoirs, will they be enough. Realizing already the husky is running short. "Last clip... Curses." Concentrated fire enough to send one of the brutes tumbling forwards rolling, before ending flat on the ground. "Yeah! That's right, go back to hell bitches." Their morale was lifting, even if just temporarily. The beast were upon them, and so were the hundreds of walking dead. Quickly swapping out to his favorable close-combat weapon, just enough to impale the shrew in it's head, before sending his boot into the already dead man's chest. Screaming at the same second, as one were hurled, but not before pulled up around his throat, scrambling to find a footing, only to be sent flying toward the house-wall. Hurrying up while he has the chance, trying to approach from the back, Jason lunges his self forwards, but to no avail as the reaction from the creature counter's the canine by sending him of off where he came from. A shot was released from nearby, behind their flank in fact. Right into the berserker's skull. Thinking that'd be enough, but no it only sent it in rage running towards the calm almost readied fighter facing such horrors. Another one was used to end the miserable berserker's life, as the others could finally tone down on the situation, killing off the last mob, with some smaller injuries and bruises. At least avoid any opening gashes or it didn't appear like no zombie apocalypse trying to bite the living shit out of you. Keeping a hand firm upon his stomach as he slowly gets up, thanking the fellow soldier's helping hand gesture, before looking toward the helping stranger. "We owe our thanks, who'd might you be?" Jason asks cautiously. "I'm the one asking soldier... For once... Why would you seek out this godforsaken land, knowing you'll end up feeding these walking dead with your existence." The mysterious character stands at ease, as if he'd seen what's out there. "You know of these..." One of the soldiers asked almost in rage, while another one makes his way checking upon the unfortunate dead soldier at the wall. "And we're here to investigate..." The husky attempted to, but was quickly interrupted. "There ain't much but death here, I've lost all my friends one by one." The calm rather eccentric guys seemed trustworthy, at least everything looked rather intact considering the scaly appearance. "Heed my advice. Just leave before you'll all get caught as there are more of these berserker's out there, and worse." "At least give us your name warrior." Of course he knew it weren't up to their decision whether they should leave or not. "The name's Shanui, but I'd rather be known as the wanderer. I've survived on scarcely anything for the past few years, and quite frankly I don't even know what I'm doing here. Perhaps it's my destiny, walking around slaughtering the filth that plague this land, saving the necks of stupid travelers who don't know when they need to stay back at home, where it's safe." |
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| Tux | Jan 18 2012, 07:30 PM Post #8 |
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Donning the Outfit
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[How much longer must I sleep for? I do not know how I was chosen to be in this Ranger's home. Another poor soul, still dying, could have easily taken my place...yet why was there no one else in that graveyard? Have those...spirits?...captured and eaten the living? My lord...that could have been--] "You must go, NOW." The human opens his eyes sharply and peers over to an empty, rocking chair. The human sits up quickly and notices that it is morning... (Moans and creaking are heard underneath the building.) ...and that he is not alone. The human gets out of the bed and steps away from the bed; a low-intensity earthquake occurs and the human attempts to ground himself. "...What...??" The earthquake stops and the human stands upright, in a slow, careful manner. Rumbling occurs from the bed, forcing the human to investigate it; an otherworldly hand and arm rips through the mattress and roller holding it. "...What...!!" The human rushes over to the door of the building, pulling at the handle, the door refusing to open. You are dead. The human continues to attempt to open the door. I saw as they ripped you open and feasted upon you. Why, WHY, do you still live!? The human stops and looks to the destroyed mattress, the otherworldly arm no longer there. "...I...I was killed?" You will be, right now. The otherworldly arm re-materializes from the mattress and lunges for the human; the human pulls open the door as hard as he could and it pops open, striking the arm and knocking it off-course. The human runs out of the building and heads north, viewing the cloudy weather and gravestones, decorated with dead plants and rusted trinkets. Candles have been snuffed out from the night before, smoke still rising from the bases of melted wax. The male continues to run as fast as he can, wherever his feet can carry him. [A town...was there not a town that I passed on my way coming here? Wait...how did I know...how DID I know of this?] Regardless, the human takes whichever paths that may lead him to this lonesome town, this frightful town... |
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| Lord DragonFlame | Jan 22 2012, 06:16 AM Post #9 |
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Christmas is back again
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Thankful at the least, but there's much that we wouldn't know of this character, dressed in worn out clothes and an awful odor that simply oozed from his presence. Whether that's a tactical maneuver, distinguishing him self in league with their foes. Could that be the answer for his survival. Yet his lack of social awareness have taken it's toll. He sees em all as violators, with all hope trashed into ruin. Extracted toward the sickbay, receiving their treatment after the assault. Nothing more then a soar back, the canines curiosity wished to confront the dinosaur. "So...! There has to be a reason why you have survived for so long?" Yet with the scent of his foes manure, whether that would put em at ease, it doesn't count that no on wishes too getting acquainted with this former assassin. Merely looking at the recruit would fill him with memories about his lost time among heroes who's wit for the greater artefact's, had blinded them from their fate. Such as his own, because there's simply no reward allocating such treasures, with so much death behind behind his wake. "It's the smell from berserker's excrements. And as far I keep my distance away from these monsters, I have nothing to fear from the walking citizens who believe I'm one of them." "God me no, I've noticed already." Jason shuttered, having trouble staying near such a putrid smell. "It's grown natural to me warrior." Reassuring it's all about survival instinct. "And what about your friends?" For a moment he merely closed his eyes, wanting no more then, forgetting about the day's of adventuring. Sighing heavily adjusting his head, looking afar into the distance, probably past those walls, even across the river. Memories about that cruel faithful day among others as one after another died courageously upon retrieving that sacred sword. Even now he blames him self for taken the path that led to their separation. If he hadn't done so, he wouldn't be standing here, breathing, looking upon these miserable soldiers who think they'd have any better chance against the onslaught of enemies. Jason retreated his request, knowing that such matters are delicate and difficult to talk about. "Their dead, if you wanted to know soldier. Exactly what your going to be, if you don't pick up your baggage and leave this land. I assure you, you've seen nothing of what this so called nemesis has to offer." Decisions, decisions, it's not like that rather intimidating offer ain't tempting enough, but, "we are but soldiers, we follow orders and do as we're told. Even you should know, that obedience comes with consequences." There was indeed a time when he followed orders, but he simply refused to when situation had turned for the worst. Simply refusing to continue, he merely provided some temporary assistance until dawn arise. Offer was much obliged considering their chief's in terrible condition, who knows if he's dead already. The very next morning everyone was requested to meet down at the center of town. He were nowhere to be seen, must've left when he had dozed off last night. Commander wasn't to be seen ether, surely they've come forth to mention that his life seized to exist. "This concerns you all, so please pay heed to what we have to say." Their scientific approach had obvious ignored the events that surrounded last night. "We've confirmed no found whatsoever, so we must continue further into land. However we also lost out captain last night at 4AM." No surprise, but they should have allowed him a quick death, rather then attempting to recover what was already lost. It's obvious they won't heed the raptors advice and simply move hence forth, knowing that there's difficult to predict the next outcome. Hopefully they'll be more prepared, considering they've already seen what the enemy has to offer. |
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| Tux | Feb 12 2012, 09:30 PM Post #10 |
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Donning the Outfit
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Along the way towards the town, the human continues to think as to how he has come here, at this specific place. The grunts escape him as his feet start to tire, along with the rest of his body; the chill of the atmosphere haves its way with the lone human. He soon recalls a quick, yet hazy memory of what he assumes had happened before this event, before possession incident... {Flashback} The human recalls him in another set of clothing, rugged clothing; wrinkles swarm the human's beige coat and black pants, his face hiding no trace of fatigue. He carries a note and hands it off to someone...someone that he cannot recall at the moment. {End Flashback} The human had underwent a small trance, oblivious to his surroundings and nearly crashed into a dead tree for his carelessness. He shakes his head and continues heading forward, finding two demolished beams that once held the welcoming sign to the town. [I'm close...] ...but what use to be a town here, full of life, joy, fun, stands a desolate acre of land, nothing there but few, shy patches of dead grass. The human looks around, out of breath, confused. [...but...but there was something here!] {Flashback} The human gives the note to a certain being clothed in crimson, who tells the human to head to "the town of spirits". The human asks the crimson-clothed being what he should find there and is given: "You will see." The human asks again; the crimson-clothed man disappears. {End Flashback} [...no. No, that's...not how it...happened...did it?] The human holds his head, suffering a sharp headache. [Come on...! Think...!] {Flashback} The human finds itself being lifted up from the ground, in the hands of the crimson-clothed being, emitting a diabolical laughter. It continues to choke the human, stealing the life from him-- {Flashback Ends Abruptly} "What's going on--!?" The human then finds himself being lifted and choked in the same manner as in the flashback he just had, but there is no visible being there. The human yells as the same laughter from the flashback emits, echoing into the nothingness of the vicinity. "Help--!! Oh god---! help--!!" [NO ONE CAN HEAR YOU NOW!!] The petrified human can move no longer, powerless to stop his untimely demise, until a spark of ember is flung across, missing the human but colliding against an invisible force that causes it to drop the human. The human is then whisked away elsewhere, watching, for just a moment, as more flames are flung toward the invisible force, it yelling from the pain it is, somehow, enduring. The human's eyes shut. [Will he be okay?] [They...ahh, I do not know.] [It looked like he was caught pretty bad by them.] [I know.] [I hope he'll be okay.] [I hope so too. We just have to wait and see...] [...please...open your eyes...open your eyes...open your eyes...] |
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| Lord DragonFlame | Feb 16 2012, 10:10 AM Post #11 |
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Christmas is back again
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Whether it's safer on the road, or out in the wilderness, no one knows for certain. With their new destination set for the city of Frylos, it's no turning back now. Abandoning the only known safe harbor, allowing for an relative safe exit. Bah! But when there's white-cloak's involved, no such precautions are ever considered. No instead their content on uncover every cranny of this land, even if it means their death. The land's stretched far and wide, wasn't much but a few tree's scattered along the road. Provided in a formation with soldiers in front, behind and a few tried to cover more terrain in all directions. The scientist's covering at the center, as they continued to advance south. Almost tranquil in comparison with the recent event, however as far the eye could see there's a fallen tree at the middle of our road. And with the forest on both sides further down south and north, accessible mountain and further down there's that sound from water. Plenty for opportunities for an possible ambush. "Tread careful men, there's definitive something in the air around this." Weapons drawn, both firearms and swords alike. Everyone had their eyes on both sides, while Jason ordered the nerds of their unit to move. Rest assure it looked like it may, or have been used earlier, with no measure of any offense. At least the whole island isn't overly possessed by these overly ugly creatures that's been the doom of Krogus. Continuing east past the lake who would've been tempting if it weren't for that awful scent of death. It's afternoon and all this walking have taken it's toll. Setting up camp nearby the road. A fire was been made from the small forest south of their location. What about their food reservoirs. Well that's the one thing good about the scientists. They have it all sorted in their backpacks. Yet in the end, how long will it muster each of these hungry men. What's been odd, that there's been simply no animal activity whatsoever, it's like the plague that struck this continent, where subdivided among men and beasts alike. Let that thought remain as it is. No one would've wanted a fast running cheetah with rabies after them. The sun about to disappear, the tensity among everyone was growing by each second. Everyone content on keeping an eye for potential threats. //He he! Peaceful journey here!\\ Edited by DragonFlame, Feb 16 2012, 10:11 AM.
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| Tux | Mar 18 2012, 11:20 AM Post #12 |
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Donning the Outfit
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(God, apologies for being really late on this,  )[Who am I? I...sorry, but I cannot remember at the current moment. I am human, first off, in a land where both Anthros and Humans co-exist. This land, rich in wonder and mystery, and here I am waiting to fill my quota of that thrill. The dream I had...it feels familiar. Like I, what is it?, know why I am in this land, but it's not coming back to me. I am positive that I used to be much stronger, stronger than how I am currently feeling, but why do I feel so defenseless now? Who, or what, took away my option to defend myself? That cloaked being, it was like I was cutting a deal with it. What kind of deal, I am not sure. But, I do remember one thing as of now; perhaps it was when I was struck by that dream's being, that ghost that wrung its hands around my neck and when those flames struck it... Something about a pair of items. Maybe they were important, maybe they weren't. Maybe they're high in value and a lot of people, including mercenaries, are risking their lives to acquire them. Maybe they're enchanted and could bring good blessings to the holder. All of this, for two items? I don't even know why I am wrapped up in this mess, but, here I am...well, wherever I'm at, anyway. I think my time has come at last...] A human female child, no younger than 7, keeps an eye on the felled Thorn-look-alike, curious and concerned at the same time. She reaches into her right dress pocket and pulls out a small jasmine plant, placing it on top of the felled human's chest. "I, I hope--" Footsteps emit behind the child and a gentle hand is placed on the child's left shoulder; she looks to her right and spots a male, anthro lion, clothed in a decorative cloak. "This human will wake up, you will see," were his words to the child, reassuring her as a smile is shown on her face. "It's...he looks bad." "Indeed, but his aura says otherwise. Given enough time, he will wake and he will question." The child looks to the human, "What can we do, Mr. Lion?" The lion looks to the human and pats the child on the shoulder, "Go and gather the others. Bring them here for when he wakes. He will have much to say, I predict. I will tend to him for the meantime." The child nods and looks away, scurrying to the other corridor to reach the others in a dim-lit, underground region. |
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| Lord DragonFlame | Mar 21 2012, 11:15 AM Post #13 |
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Christmas is back again
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Relative safe, much to their relief it's time to move on. The whole situation felt suspiciously wrong. After all this whole continent is meant to be infested with more of these morbid creatures of death. To even wish for such, is outrageous, though the stalling conversation among scientist's between one another, tarries little resemblance as official soldier business. Reaching Frylos within an hour, there's definitively something behind those walls. Gates, closed shut, denying any entrants without scaling the surrounding bulwark. "Well let's get on with it shall we." Appallingly putting it, before attempt, climbing around, hopefully there won't be someone armed inside, readying everything with one bullseye. Each men, not counting with the investors, as their clothes are often considered more valuable then the lives of a soldier. Sure that's a bit of an harsh statement, though you may find it peculiar that their willingly to risk their lives, clenching their thirst. Commandant Jack arrived shortly high enough, giving a better perspective what's inside, or that's until the moment of fear struck em. The sound from an present gunfire was eminent, and within seconds, each men had their faces scattered with blood and brain masses from their friend. Quickly ending with hasty drop, leading to numerous folks react to the event that's unfolded. "Damn, damn.... damn Jack." Second commandant in rank, beneath Jason who's been asked to take lead after their previous one having his face literally torn into shreds. Awful, most awful. Nevertheless, whoever had pulled that trigger, must've triggered the whole town, now it's their loss. "Guess we can count out that as an alternate way inside." One of the men, seemingly more interested in reaching within, then yet another soldier had paid with it's life. If this keeps up, there won't be no one there to defend their sorry asses from eventual threats such as this. "Typical." Muttering under his breathe, grabbing the poor souls jacket, covering his face after being mutilated involuntarily. "If this keeps up, we'll end up like the rest of our humanly fodder. It's a suicidal mission, we should retreat and travel back to our wifes and children. I mean, Jack had two children and a wife, who's willingly giving her that message." Shuddering at the thought, "that's me..." Everyone under his command seemingly turned in his favor, but that weren't the case, and once more, the douche behind all these scientists revealed their confirmation signature, requiring utmost military support until they say otherwise. "Bullshit." Abruptly throwing em off in the dirt, both stared into each other's eyes, knowing that, in the end, the rich and sodden bastards will win, and the husky will carry on picking up everything. "Sire...." Lasting for a few minutes at least, no one willingly to budge until there's movement from the front-gate. Enough to receive something in return, bringing a casual stare in return, though acknowledging the true intent, as the eye meets the door's about to unlock. "If we'll survive this, we'll have a few words on who's the boss around here." Ushering towards the already retreating professor, figuring it's best, hiding their worthless skin at the back. Concentrating around the prior setting in motion, straight ahead, keep those weapons ready men." Arriving out from town, was far more then they'd had anticipated. Fully flexible mounted vehicles, and each one dashed out, with their engines at full throttle. Who'd thought that there's more then one survivor in this godforsaken land. Yet, their rather aggressive approach, ending upon cornering the few militias, feeling rather defenseless at their stand. Given the expression releasing their weapons wouldn't matter, as putting up any sort of resistance would surely have em killed. An act of solitude, giving them a better chance of upheaval. Everything aimed at them, there's that. Is someone controlling these. Out from the passenger seat, an rather surprised look turned among men, as what they witnessed wasn't no ordinary in command. It was a she, that much of a lizard, from the facial structure, yet wearing full armor. What would've been convenient to have a few words, ended rather dramatic. Everyone seemingly burst out from their vehicles, having their armaments armed and ready to use, as the order from their weapons weren't meant to be taken lightly. Shortly there after, Jason and his selective officers was seated at the back seat, with the passenger of each assigned car, pointing their weapons at them. Quickly escorted inside, as the gates are been closed shut behind. Must've been tough to survive, but they seemed organized, yet their lack of communication still worries the husky, knowing little of their intentions. //Ah that's fine man, I'm used to this.\\ |
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| Tux | Apr 24 2012, 04:31 PM Post #14 |
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Donning the Outfit
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The human tosses and turns on the ground, shaking from the cool weather. He does not realize that his coat is not on him. The lion extends his right hand and attempts to place it on the human's shoulder; the human wakes and rolls out of the way on instinct. "...?? Where...where am I?" the breathless human checks the room, his vision hazy. "You are safe, underground." The human turns around and finds the lion, attempting to ball his right hand into a fist, but suffers minor, stinging pain, shutting his eyes as he endures the pain. "Under...ground? Where underground?" "Far from the cemetery which you came from." The human decides to trust the lion's words and slowly calms down. "I am surprised that there is another survivor out here. There are hardly any, those that enter the cemetery." "...um, thank you?" the human sits down, soon standing up to his feet, coughing. "You said, I came from that cemetery?" The lion nods. "You don't remember that much?" The human takes a quick moment to think on the lion's question. "I, don't even remember how I came here. I was asleep and when I awoke, I am here, all of a sudden." "Interesting...maybe you were sent here, to help?" (Help?) "Help out, whom?" the human asks, hearing footsteps rapidly come their way. The human leans forward, crouching, able to ball his hands into fists. "Steady yourself, there are only friendlies here." "Remember, I have been in that cemetery and I'm not sure if this is another trick--" "Hi, Mr. Lion!! Oh! Hi!" the little girl from earlier spots the male lion anthro and the male human. She runs over to the lion, whispering if the male human is well. The lion nods to this and lets her know of the male's condition. (A little one? Here? What is this??) "What is going on here?" the male questions the anthro and the child's motives. "Nothing, mister," the child explains with a smile, "we're trying to save people, not hurt them." "You're...awfully glad in this kind of situation," the human tells the child, slightly thrown-off by her mental endurance. "But, is this place like you say: a haven?" his attention turns to the lion. "Yes. This place is...was...great once. One of the best trading regions in this land." (I could have used a few good items from here then, assuming he is telling the truth.) "It was clean too," the little girl added. "Then, -they- came." "...-they-? Who is -they-?" The lion looks up and back to the human, "You've encountered one of them." The male starts to understand. "...ghosts? Spirits? But they can be diminished, like any other weak--" "If they were weak, do you not think we all would have found a way to get rid of them once and for all?" The lion looks to the child, urging her to continue to rally up whoever is left in the underground haven; she scurries away, looking back to the lion and human argue about the strength of the spirits that haunt the land. "..it was only because I am not at peak strength, that is why I was easily overtaken!" the male human argues. "You, would be dead. They obviously haven't done that. They're toying with you, saving you for a special event." "Special or not, I plan on making my trip here, short." "God...why don't you try and help us?" The human's eyes widen, "How can I help anyone, if I'm not strong myself? I was possessed a few moments ago! No, make that -hours- ago!" "Lower your voice," the lion warns the human, bringing his paws down slowly. The human keeps quiet and walks away to another region of the haven. "Wait! Where are you going!" "Giving myself a tour of the place. It is safe as you say, correct?" "Yes, but--" "I can take care of myself. If anything happens to threaten others here, I will deal with them." The human walks away, leaving the lion to shake his head and to regroup with the child. |
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| Lord DragonFlame | Apr 30 2012, 01:36 PM Post #15 |
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Christmas is back again
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Frylos Most of it's architecture had been burnt down. Instead the folks lived in tents, and what few houses, proving shelter from the heavy rain. Near the center of town, there's a tall tower, useful for various reasons. Jason had an urge to seek answers, but refrained further to the bone, about to have a bullet to his scalpel. On the southern bank of town, an rather lucrative structure with it's renown name, still intact. "Shamrock's Bum." Without further ado, each of the unit, under the canines order were assigned to stand by the wall, until further orders. That's when one of the men raised it's voice. "Who's in charge." Avenge the fallen, wouldn't solve matters. Stepping forth, proved enough, before ushered to drop all weapons, including his watch. "There, I'm all out." Yet even if content, the female lizard searched him from head, down to his toes. "You won't find nothing there." Rather embarrassed to have her fiddle around his trousers. Rather relieved, that he met a foul stare in return. Rather surprising they won't demand him, taking all his clothes off while their at it. That'd surely convince em about their safety. All done, she quickly confirmed with everyone else. "He's fine!" Before prompting the male canine to enter. It was like having her, on a leash. What was situated opposite the counter, waitering a drink, before been served into two glasses each. "Please sit down, comrade." Rather shifty around this whole ordeal, reluctantly having no choice, as he felt that muzzle, butting against his back. Shortly there after, both were seated, looking into each other's eyes. Jason couldn't do but wonder, what on earth was situated opposite from his chair. Short, black and tender rose fur. Chameleon with fur, and vague resemblances that of a fox, like his ears and what's beneath those clothes. God knows. Simply shrugging away at the thought, before picking up his glass, investigating the liquid substance found within. "Your hesitant. I understand. Rest assured, we have enemies outside, I'd rather waste my resources on them, rather then outsiders, who shouldn't sneak around where you don't belong." The tone of his voice shifted, vaguely into what he'd expected. "Believe me, your not the only one." Foremost, if he had been given the alternative. then he'd been traveling among the seas back home. Shudders, such aren't the objective however. Immediately shifting to an abrupt stand, trashing his hand, about to toss his glass aside, only barely recoiling his action. "Our enemies are outnumbering us. Each day, we'll have to scarcely share what straps we've muster, from the indigenous wildlife, or what's left of it. We yearn aid from the mainland, but what do our royal highness send us. A few mercenaries, hired to defend some scrawny men wearing their fancy white robes. For what, he's dead son. Adrian's dead, as did so many others against an impenetrable foe." Shifting his tail abruptly as he trashes the table with everything on it aside. The husky barely fetches his own drink, only to shriek backward, loosing balance, toppling out of his chair. Saved by two hands, even if it never proved life threatening. Appreciating her actions, by humble saying thanks. Jason sensed the unusual chameleon's frustration, but he had no solution to his troubles. "You know where he's at then?" Jason questioned, simply wanting to get done with objective. The chameleon at ease, emptying another glass, clearly using alcohol to deprive upon his misery, and everyone else who seemingly had looked up to him, considering he's the leader. "Even if you found him dog, you'd never make it out of there alive. That island is a deathtrap." Not knowing what he'd must've gone through. "What about this dinosaur I found wandering the lands?" "Huh!" As if he didn't know, of all the mere coincidences they were saved by an extinct velociraptor, yet they've barely heard of him. "You mean there are more out there?" "We've only seen one, he warned us about this land." Jason consistently continued, perhaps they'd may get a search party, on mobile vehicles. That'll prove a change of phase, considering we're situated on a large continent. At last, she involved her self. At least she haven't lost her tongue. "See, I've said it before. They may be more out there, we just need to a few voluntaries.." "Sunrise, I've said it before. We've barely have enough to keep our defenses, we can't risk this town for some lousy leftovers... What we need is an army." Of course this didn't turn out well, the female anthropic exited rather swiftly, as did Jason without thinking. In fact, if there's a chance they'd be able to do more then crave a dead corpse back to the mainland, he's more then willing to give a hand. Fellow soldiers drawn their attention to the husky, who immediately had several weapons poised at him. Realizing she had been followed, urging them to unsheathe their weapons. Rather puzzled at the dog's approach, she turned around, waiting for an answer. "What?" In fact that's a damn good question, after all, whoever was stationed at that tower killed one of his men. But at what cost, the chances that a berserker would gain access could've been disastrous. They basically have a fortress out here. "We'd best move on as soon the sun arise." Rather questionable look, discerning his request at first, but with a firm hand upon Jason's shoulder, he knew she had agreed. No matter whether their stranger or not. Even so, the scientist could further continued their investigation inside the city until they return. That is, if they return. //Time to start looking for you man.\\ |
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