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Post by Julius on Mar 25, 2015 16:24:14 GMT -6
"Hmm..maybe this was a bad idea afterall." Julius muttered as he watched watched the battle from the shadows, unsure whether to help or run for it. He'd heard of bandit raids across Sacae, but figured if he moved fast from town to town he'd be able to slip by them for the most part. After all this was the fastest route to Ilia. It had been going so smoothly until this morning when he awoke to the sounds of shouting and clashing steel.
Now he had a choice to make. Fight or run. Well it all seemed rather simple as he witnessed a man nearly cut in two by a bandit's axe. These men were trained and mostly prepared for a bandit raid, there's no way a novice with hardly any experience could turn the tide of this battle. He COULD simply make a break for it, possibly make it to a nearby village or something, get some breakfast and be on his way. He'd been all around Sacae, so at the very least he was confident he knew just where to go.
Buuuuut would he be able to sleep at night knowing he abandoned these nice people that took him in and at the very least let him stay the night?
A loud scream answered that question for him. He'd sleep wonderfully if he survived this. Julius quickly ducked into a small space in between buildings, only to nearly run into a man with a rather large axe. Within moments it dawned on him that he was no defender of this village. He quickly drew his sword as the man raised his axe. He just barely managed to parry the blow, stepping to the side as he let the axe slide off his blade. Before he had the chance to counter though, the bandit stepped forwards and slammed into him, sending the boy tumbling out of the shadows. He heard the man speak as he tried to get to his feet. "I don't have time to deal with a child, hurry up and die!" Julius grabbed a handful of dirt as he rose, the man was charging again, clearly intent on ending the boy quickly. He was underestimating him, a lucky break for Julius. Julius quickly swiped horizontally at the man, making him hesitate just long enough for Julius to loose his handful of dirt straight into the bandit's eyes. "You brat!" He yelled as he recoiled, trying to clear the dust from his eyes.
This was his chance! Without a moment's hesitation Julius stepped forward and stabbed his sword through the man's chest. The bandit let out a sharp cry before crumpling to the ground. Julius stood there for just a moment and let out a breath. It was then, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of steel. His eyes widened as he spotted a handful of bandits breaking out of the shadows. "Hey! A few snuck around!" He shouted, hopefully drawing the attention of some more experienced fighters. Like it or not, it seemed he was a part of this battle...at least for the moment.
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Post by The Madness on Mar 26, 2015 17:51:08 GMT -6
Souls. Close by... Yet. Souls of the living. They hold no interest to me.
The clanking of the shade stopped for a moment as it stared forwards at the... Village? No, no. The Sacaens did not settle down permanently. The City of Heroes as it was called was their first real settlement, and it already suffered greatly from the siege by the mad king. This was much more like a temporary resting spot that would soon scramble back up into traveling nomads. Or so the shade guessed; it could be that the nomads had decided to try another settlement.
So why were there souls here? Why were they floating around unclaimed, without a body?
Bandits, I'd presume. I would presume that the rages of war have driven them uppity even on the plains, and this is just the first step in the process of a new bandit war, perhaps causing a figure such as Hargus to rise up once more among them.
GO AND CLAIM THOSE SOULS, HUSK! WE WILL FEED LIKE KINGS TONIGHT!
LET ME GO LET ME GO LET ME GOOO I WANT OUT OF HERE I NEED TO SEE MY MOTHER OUT OUT KILL MEE PLEASE PLEASEEE
It took a fair bit of effort by the Arum to ignore all the voices raging on inside of him as he took calm steps towards the village, staring around at the chaos with it's two burning red eyes. Anyone nearby could probably already sense something strange, especially those with any sort of magical talent.
But he did not do anything. He ignored the fighting as the shade soon took a knee, pressing it's hand against the ground, the fiery eyes turning into purple as it begun to siphon something from the ground. The souls of the damned. The souls of the living dead here.
The soul of the bandit just killed by the boy.
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Post by Julius on Mar 26, 2015 23:22:35 GMT -6
Julius let out a small sigh of relief as a few of the defenders pulled back to clash with the bandits attempting to flank them. He wasn't up to being a major fighter here considering he could barely handle one bandit without nearly dying. For now it seemed like they were pushing the bandits back, but he wasn't exactly eager to join in on the defense. He'd gotten lucky before, sure, but testing that luck more would probably lead to an early grave.
The boy began to look around, trying to find a way out of this battle when, suddenly, a small wave of nausea washed over him. He let out a shaky breath and tried to recollect himself.
"Gods..." He heard a shaky whisper to his left. A mage on his way to defend the rear was simply standing there, staring. His face was pale and he looked terrified. "H-hey, this is no time to lose your nerve!"He didn't think HE would have to be the one psyching OTHER people up. "We're pushing them back! Just..." The boy trailed off as he followed the man's eyes.
He felt a chill shoot up his spine as he spotted a figure clad in black, simply kneeling with a hand planted on the ground. There was something so dark, so unnatural about him. The nausea grew worse the longer he looked. Whatever that...thing was, it was dangerous, deadly. Even a novice like him could see that. "H-hey you." Julius reached out towards the mage, trying to steady himself and the man. "You're all nomads correct? I think it would be a good time to leave." He did his best to act confident and strong despite simply wanting to sprint in the opposite direction. The mage nodded and quickly ran off, attempting to warn those in their shelters.
Julius sneaked one last peek at the black clad stranger before he did the same, only to freeze in place. Two bandits...either brave or stupid had made their way towards him, trying to sneak up on it from behind. He wasn't sure what was going through their mind, they might be just as afraid as he was, simply trying to kill whatever this thing was before it got them. Either way it was a terrible idea."Don't! Just run!" He shouted, fearing that if they agitated him, he would slaughter them all. Despite his warning, one of them rose his sword, aiming to pierce his back and sever its spine.
At the back of his mind, Julius hoped that they would succeed.
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Post by The Madness on Mar 27, 2015 10:46:59 GMT -6
You cannot win
Those words rung around the shade of a man as it suddenly rolled to the side at the attempted murder of it. It turned it's head, the purple haze still there but soon disappearing.
You will be claimed.
More words, but in a different tone. While the first ones had been very slithering and deceitful, even a bit high like an old woman's. But this was something much more grim. Something so focused and dedicated to anger and hatred, yet as calm as patience itself. It was like a multitudes of emotions all at once bursting out into one very, very clear and clairvoyant voice. It was almost scary if one considered the implications.
But much scarier was the way the shade fought. It quickly pulled out it's spear, using it to stab trough the kneecap of the man who had tried to kill him, twisting it 'round and 'round to cause more and more pains as the man's screams of agony filled the air. He finally pulled out of the kneecap, leaving the man writing to the ground as he stared to the other horrified bandit. His eyes narrowed and the fire in them just flared up in a threatening manner.
The bandit turned to run, clearly horrified of the infernal being in front of him, was soon caught with the shade's spear stabbing into the back of it's neck, killing him quickly as he then yanked the spear off, pulling the head of the dead man along with it as he then threw it to the ground, letting it roll to the side.
His eyes soon stared around for more opponents, soon stopping on the boy. Or man. Whichever he was, the shade did not care.
YOU ARE MINE TO CONSUME, LITTLE BOY! AHAHAHAHAH!
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Post by Orcleous on Mar 27, 2015 15:46:19 GMT -6
When you join a cult you would think you would spend more time praying, or doing some dark ritual, but nope. Not the cult Orcleous was apart of. The Cult of the Green Wraith kept the assassin busy. If he was not staking out a place for one of his associates or doing the deed himself, Orcleous was sent out on escorting good will missions. It kind of made things confusing if you were trying to put the organization on a morality scale. So far from what Orcleous knows, sees, and understands the cult was a true neutral, just as he liked it. They were not pure evil, nor were they complete law abiding goody two shoes. So somebody like Orcleous could move through the ranks well without a pain of conscious.
Currently at the moment Orcleous was suppose to be serving as a escort for one of the cults good will missions. They were going to sacea to pick up some supplies and then were suppose to head back to Bern. Simple job when written down on paper. However nothing was simple in this world and as a result bandits attacked. For most people this was a terrifying experiences that probably happened to them once maybe twice in there lives. For Orcleous however, well he grew up in Bern, this was Tuesday for him. There is so much chaos back on the home front that Orcleous was sure the bandits would attack at one point during there journey. So when the attack happen Orcleous sprung into action. Following his trade of choice Orcleous began to show the bandits the reason people feared the word assassin. Daggers to the throat, sword through the back, and a blade straight into a man's chest. Orcleous had cut down five of the enemy in quick timing. Each death as not only swift, but clean leaving little time to scream.
"So where is the bandit leader", spoke Orcleous as he lowered his hood. The assassin had moved toward the edge of the battlefield. He was sure the bandits leader would be here, thought it was merely a hunch. The way the enemy was moving when he was cutting them down suggested that the marauding horde was coming from this direction. Suddenly a man came running by, a mage from the look of it. The fear on his face said it all. Whatever was going on in this direction was important.
"Flee there is....", spoke the man, but Orcleous simply rushed by him. The assassin had no words to share with the man. None was needed. What he considered to be frighting or dangerous did not fall on Orcleous scale. The assassin had faced the horrors of the world and lived to tell the tale countless times. It was probably some bandit drinking the blood of his victims or some horribly deformed giant swinging his axe. Nothing Orcleous could not handle, or at least he thought.
As Orcleous arrived on the scene he saw the death of the last bandit. There was something strange about that man. Something other worldly. It was clear from the start that he was not on there side. Orcleous could tell you that without even clashing blades with the thing. Still the assassin was never magically incline and as a result he completely ignored the dangerous aura radiating off the armor. For him the danger was in its appearance, but its declaration for the souls of the boy was more than enough to send Orcleous into combat.
As the Nega shade moved into assault the assassin jumped into action. From his belt Orcleous grabbed two throwing knives and tossed them toward the monster. He did not expect them to do any real damage, but he did however hoped for a flinch, or a move to stop them from hitting someplace that was vital. The movement of the beast would be enough to give Orcleous a idea of what is vulnerable on this beast. Orcleous however was not one to simply waste time and moments. After throwing the knives the assassin dashed forward himself. If he was going to kill this thing it would be up close and in combat. Plus he needed to put something between the monster and the boy. The idea was to add himself.
As Orcleous passed the young novice and moved to assault the unholy creature he tapped the young man on the shoulder. "Tag", he spoke with the motion and nothing else. In a single swift motion Orcleous drew The Fiery Dragon Blade from his belt and commanded the power of the sword to release its flames. The fire erupted from the blade sending a stream of flames flying toward the unholy shade in the shapw of a crescent moon. The battle was now truly on.
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Post by Julius on Mar 28, 2015 0:09:35 GMT -6
Julius' hopes were crushed into dust as the man...no, this thing, slaughtered the two bandits within just a few moments. Julius took a small step back as he saw it start to scan the scene, looking for something. What could this thing possibly even wa-
YOU ARE MINE TO CONSUME, LITTLE BOY! AHAHAHAHAH!
"Aw hell." He whispered, feeling the blood practically freeze in his veins. That thing was talking to him? Why? Julius rose his sword slightly, his whole body practically shaking as he did so. For a moment he looked at his sword and wondered just what he was doing. As if he'd last a second against this thing. His best bet was to run here. Run and never look back. Julius had begun to turn when two throwing knives whizzed right by him. Within a second, he felt a tap on his shoulder.
"Tag."
Julius quickly turned back, his eyes tracking the male who had just ran by. "You're running the WRONG way!" He called out, trying to stop the young man before he essentially committed suicide. Even if he seemed fairly strong, what could one man do against a monster.
"No, no..." Julius shook his head, he was letting the fear get to him. The novice watched for just a moment as the newcomer let loose a stream of flame from his sword. Julius took a deep breath to calm himself. Perhaps this newcomer wouldn't die straight away, but Julius still didn't like his odds. The novice surveyed the scene around, it seemed like the fighting was dying down, some of the bandits had seen that monstrosity did to their friend and had the good sense to run, the others were being dispatched well enough. Given enough time the bandits would be defeated and the nomads could all focus on running from the bigger threat.
But not all of them new about this monster yet did they?...
"Ah damn...Hey don't die okay!?" He yelled towards the newcomer. Before any more thoughts of running away entered his mind, the boy quickly sprinted towards the shelters nearby, trying to warn and guide the nomads away from the fighting. He was by no means getting closer to that monstrosity, but maybe this way he could save some lives without dying a horribly painful death.
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Post by The Madness on Mar 28, 2015 15:02:58 GMT -6
Dink. Dink.
A GIANT WALKS AMONG YOU, AND HE HAS COME HERE TO SLAY YOU ALL!
It did not move at all. It just kept boasting as the daggers bounced off of it's armor, completely focused on the boy. It wanted the boy. It needed to slay him. Why? To be honest, the main shade could not care at all for him. He was about as unimportant to him as some speckle of sand. But the other personalities yarned for it. They would not stop asking him to claim him. Only a few were with him, but he had to comply unless he wanted the rest to whine at him for who knows how long.
Come, little boy... Come, we will make it quick for y-
IT BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURNS
One shade screamed loudly as the fire clashed against the body. It looked like it was melting down, screaming in pain. Had he won? Had the shade been all bark and no action? Perhaps everyone was blessed. The horrible shade would leave the world forever, destroyed easily by the hero of this story. The story book on the beast would close down forever, slain early before it could even reach it's main goal.
Oh, excuse poor screamo there for that. The chap really can't control himself sometimes. Anyways, I would suggest you watch out. Your muscular capacity, which I generally find charming and very desirable, is about to get stabbed with a spear.
The fairly dapper and cynical voice soon spoke up as the shade thrust itself trough the flames, the flames breaking around it's spear. It kept dashing towards the man, spear breaking trough the fire in a clear attempt to try and stab the man trough his chest.
I will end you. Resistance is futile upon a true form of madness.
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Post by Orcleous on Mar 29, 2015 12:26:52 GMT -6
"Burn to ash and return to dust", spoke Orcleous as he stared on at the monster. It was surprising really. He suspected the beast to dodge the flames. Most people do, or attempt to dodge the fire. Nobody wanted to get burned, mainly because it usually leads to a swift and painful death. "On well now to the", spoke Orcleous as suddenly a iron tip shot its way through the wall of fire. The attack caught the assassin off guard. Like a razor blade to hot butter the spear cut clean through the green shroud Orcleous was wearing, but luckily for the assassin he was still wearing his old trusty breast plate from his days as a mercenary. Once Orcleous realized the spear was coming the mercenary moved to turn his body away from the spear. The motion did little to move himself out of the way of the spear, but it saved his life as the tip ripped through the cloth armor and slicked through the breastplate however it did not pierce through his chest. From the first of the Madness's attacks Orcleous received a fearsome slash cutting across his chest. The wound would, bleed, but it was better than being dead.
How in the world, thought Orcleous to himself as he ripped off the remainder of his green cloak. The Assassin was ignoring the throbbing pain from his wound and was focus on defeating this monster. For the first time ever the Fiery Dragon Blade had failed Orcleous. Never before had anybody taken a full on blow from the blade and lived to tell the tale. The very act however put a dent in the assassins pride. He was sure this would just be another battle to tell Elizabeth about the next time they meet. Now however he was not so sure. This could be the ditch the two of them were talking about. Here Elizabeth was thinking she was going to be first looks like Orcleous might beat her to the punch
"At least it is a pretty ditch", spoke Orcleous as he tossed the remainder of the cloak toward the face..., helmet of madness.
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Post by The Madness on Mar 31, 2015 12:47:50 GMT -6
Yesss... Blood. Blood for the madness that swirls within us all, blood for the one true king! Blood for ME!
Yes, yes, the king will love this... Yessssss. Yes. Yes yes yes yes!
Oh for bloody sake's lads, just calm your chest appendages one could call breasts and focus on the objective. That being shutting up those bungholes and letting him handle this. You're disturbin-
"SILENCE!"
Everything but the last bit of the exchange inside of the Madness would be missed by everyone present, only manifesting as screeches of pain and agony to those who would dare to try and listen before losing their mind to the hell that was raging inside of the beast. Thankfully for those nearby it had been still for the seconds long talk between the spirits and wisps, keeping it immobile. So the cloak that flung to it's face was something that took it off guard, causing it to stop for a moment to rip the cloak out of the way, it's eyes burning with the hatred of literally a thousand or so men. Or well, perhaps more or less, the shade had not counted.
After a short while of fumbling it managed to swipe the rug away from it's face, eyes even more aflame (or so they seemed) as it begun to gather upon some of it's innate dark energy, thrusting itself forwards once more. It was as if it was sliding against the ground, skating on it, spear pointed towards the man who had tried to attack it.
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Marcus Delren
Novice
Goals: None yet
Posts: 8
Affiliation: None currently.
Guild: None.
Affinity: Thunder
OoC Alias: Wolfbane
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Post by Marcus Delren on Mar 31, 2015 16:52:55 GMT -6
Marcus had been watching the battle so far from the cover of a nearby tree when the weird guy in the black Armour showed up. The weird guy placed his hands on the ground and just sat there, but then Marcus noticed the two bandits sneaking up on him. He almost shouted out but stopped him self as black Armour guy killed the duo in mere seconds. Then some guy in a green cloak came out of nowhere and throw some knives at the black Armour guy.
Marcus blinked in shock as the knives simply bounced off the strange man. Then the green man drew a sword and sent a torrent of flames flying at Armour guy. Okay, so green guy has a magic sword. Suddenly Armour guy lunged at the green guy, the former barely avoiding the attack. Green guy threw his cloak at black armor guy but he threw the cloak away.
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Post by Orcleous on Apr 3, 2015 11:18:29 GMT -6
Taking advantage of the enemy's momentary distraction Orcleous reached into his back pocket and pulled out some vulnerary. The Assassin knew he did not have long so he scooped out about half of it and slapped it on the wound through the hole in his armor. The concoction would stop the bleeding, but the sharp pain would not go away for a while. What in the world was Orcleous fighting. He knew it was a monster, just like the spiders and the zombies. However he did not expect it to simply walk through his fire. Even the undead flinched in the face of the flames, but not this beast. It was on an entirely different level. As the monster ripped through the cloth Orcleous knew it was now or never.
"Alright lets see how it handles this", spoke the assassin as he took a dagger off his belt and latched it to the chain he carried under his side. Using the dagger Orcleous cut the straps on his breast plate allowing the hulk of metal to fall to the ground. It's protection was useful in battle, but against a monster with as much power as this one the steel was useless. All it did was slow him down and Orcleous was going to need all the speed he could muster.
As the monster began to make its move Orcleous sprung into action. As the monster slid across the ground flying toward the Assassin, Orcleous tossed his dagger connected to the chain. The dagger, unlike the first two, missed, though this was intentional. The blade flew by the monster and lodged itself into the ground. It was not much of a anchor, but Orcleous had no intention of using it for that. Swiftly Orcleous dashed to his own right side moving around the monster and positioning the chain to run perpendicular to the beast.
The assassin had a crazy idea in his head. He wondered if he could trick the monster into wrapping the chain around its neck by dodging and moving in the fight. If he could he could strangle it with the metal or bind its movements. However the work needed to pull off the stratagem was difficult to say the least. The first thing he needed to do however was to get the beast to push it's way into the middle of the chain. He was hoping his evasive maneuver and well placed knife though would help.
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Post by The Madness on Apr 5, 2015 13:30:14 GMT -6
When the wind is low!
And the fire is hot... We wait to see what rot!
Oh, poppycock. Now these two try and be poetic? I would leave if I could, but I'm stuck in eternal torment with these psychopaths. Bother.
Shush, Baron. Let us let the sun run red with BLOOD! BLOOD FOR ME AND THE KING!
Why do I even b-... Oh. Uh, chaps, we're kinda keeping our lord immobile here. Shut it.
For once, the blabbing might have been to the Shade's advantage. Since it had been still for seconds once more, it mostly missed what the man was doing. It did not see his dagger, it did not see the obvious trap, it did not even really pay mind to the other little man of no importance who was spying on the two duking it out. It slowly twisted it's head and neck around a whole 180. Clearly it had no spine to worry about as it's searing eyes simply stared to Orc, whole body keeping still. It narrowed it's eyes as it gave up on physically fighting the man. That would just be like chasing a mouse. Why do that when he could stone it?
And by stoning it meant releasing upon the chatter of the shades inside of him. Madden the boy, madden him! Turn his mind to dust, grind him upon the ground and break his bones!
HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELP MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE
CLAIM YOUR SOUL UPON TO US, FIND THE BEAST WITHIN YOURSELF, NO NEED FOR THE CURE!
The difference between this and the shade's usual internal communication was that all these voices could be heard by those nearby, along with many others combining into a symphony of screeches, screams and curses.
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Marcus Delren
Novice
Goals: None yet
Posts: 8
Affiliation: None currently.
Guild: None.
Affinity: Thunder
OoC Alias: Wolfbane
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Post by Marcus Delren on Apr 5, 2015 13:59:40 GMT -6
Okay, so green guy is gonna try another knife attac-what is he doing? He's attaching a chain to the knife, he just threw it, and he missed. Okay now he's starting to run around. Black armour guy is just standing there.
Green guy is starting to run around, and armour guy is following his movements, what is he trying to do? "CLAIM YOUR SOUL UPON TO US, FIND THE BEAST WITHIN YOURSELF, NO NEED FOR THE CURE!". What in the name of St.Elimine was that?!?! It sounded that a thousand voices screaming in agony at once! Was that black armour guy? Whatever he is.... he's not human for sure. I gotta get the check outta here!
I leap from the tree limb I was sitting in, and roll as I hit the ground. I take off running in the opposite direction from...that thing as I hit the ground.
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Post by Orcleous on Apr 5, 2015 14:18:48 GMT -6
"@#$%", that was the only word that came from Orcleous mouth. The assassin thought himself skilled enough to take on anything this world had to throw at him. In his early days he had fought and defeated all number of beast. He even survived a encounter with a dragon, but this. This was something different. Since the days of Drax and the battle against the undead in Bern Orcleous has never truly experiences fear. Everything seemed to make sens. There was always a way. There was always another path. Orcleous could take down anything that dared to stand in his way. Now thought, now he was not sure. Standing before him was a horror that he was not sure he could defeat. Here he was thinking he could trick it into wrapping itself in chain and then take of his head with some applied pressure. However the beast head did not even really exist. Like a owl it turned itself around a full 180 as if nothing had happened and from the abyss like emptiness that was its soul a howl of thousand of tortured souls radiated from below.
For once Orcleous truly knew fear. Every muscle in his body screamed for him to flee. His mind surged with realization of the threat that stood before him. Rational thought began to fade as fear itself took over Orcleous mind. "why in the %^&& am I fighting this things", shouted Orcleous as he drew the Fiery Dragon Blade. His sword was not happy with fighting the undead, nor was it happy with Orcleous fear. However the assassin called upon its power anyway and thought limited the blade soon began to spit fire. With his own hand Orlcoeus created a wall of fire between him and the beast. The tactic was done on instinct rather than logic. The monster had already shown itself resistant to his flames, why in the world did Orcleous think another batch of it would work. Desperation removed logic and Orcleous turned to flee. He was sure the monster would follow and he would have to think of some way of fighting it, but for the moment fleeing consumed his mind.
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Post by The Madness on Apr 5, 2015 14:49:42 GMT -6
The little man knew nothing of fear. He had not seen it. He had not felt his bones melt from intense heat, leaving a puddle of skin behind in a sloppy goop. He had not felt his skull being crushes and his brains registering their last thoughts as they soon hit the walls. He had not seen his loved ones slain and then being stomped down upon the ground, each limb painfully ripped away. He had not felt an arrow strike his gut, launching him off his horse and down upon the ground, left there to rot for hours before finally being claimed into the underworld.
He'd show true fear to him. Each little thing at a time, keeping him alive for each sliver. Crush, maim, slice... All just some afternoon fun before then finally granting him the gift of mercy in form of taking his soul into his folds. He was not the shade's goal, but damned he was if he wasn't slowly molding into an annoyance. Fire? Pah, it could not stop him. Not with his knowledge and skill. He quickly drew his spear as he began to spin it, it's magical effect quickly forming a barrier of sorts as he quickly pushed trough the flames.
The boy was going to escape? Hah. Hah. Hah. See, he was laughing. Not really, this was not that amusing. It wouldn't be until the man was broken down before him, crying for mercy. His boots began to clank against the ground as he ran after the man. He would claim him. Yes he would. He was his...
The screams continued stronger and stronger. It would never stop. Just give in... Giving in sounds like such a good idea, right? Rest for a while, the sounds stop if you rest... Just rest.
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