Why!!!! (Open)
Apr 14, 2015 13:27:08 GMT -6
Post by Orcleous on Apr 14, 2015 13:27:08 GMT -6
"Why", shouted Orcleous to the sky. The Assassin walked the plains with his old crimson jacket and butterfly insignia boots. His hood and cloak were gone, but not thrown away. The assassin stared at the path ahead with his eyes focus. Orcleous was still troubled by the monster he meet in the plains. While others were simply happy to be alive, orcleous was tearing himself apart. How could I loss? How could I not defeat that monster? Am I too weak? What am I doing wrong? Every question weighed heavily on Orcleous.
The Assassin followed his own footsteps of old. Back when he was just a novice he traveled this rout. During those days he sought war and sought strength. He was tired of being weak and thus he walked the earth to become strong. Now he was strong, or he thought he was. He faced that monster on the battlefield and his attacks did nothing. No, Orcleous was not strong. He was just as weak as he was then. No that is not true. He was even weaker than he was then. Back in the day he knew his own weakness and moved to counter it. Now he was too prideful and too stupid to realize just how out matched he was. The battle with .... Madness, it opened his eyes. It let hims see that which he had been blinded too. It is also because of that Orcleous no longer wore his green cloak. He did not remove himself from the faith, but he needed to get off under her shadow for a while. If he was going to become strong he needed to follow his own path.
As Orcleous crossed a hill he saw it. A village burned to the ground. There were no more flames and no more buildings. It was a pile of burned out timbers overgrown with grass and vines. This was the village that Orcleous and the other two fought the mighty centaurs. The half man, half horse monsters that nearly ended his life so long ago. It was also here that Orcleous finally understood the path of a mercenary and graduated from being a common novice.
"So I have returned", spoke Orcleous as he began to walk down into the village.
As Orcleous walked into what was a town he kept his hand on the hilt of his blade. He knew that they had cleared out all the monsters the last time they were here, but you can never be too sure. It had been quite some time since he had been here. For all he knew other monsters could have moved in and taken residence in the ruins. To be truthful Orcleous kind of wished for it. Clearly he did not have enough experiences fighting these things. The last battle he had with one ended in utter failure.
"Quite so far", spoke Orcleous as he walked down the street. He could see signs of his blade and the blades of the others in the burned wood. Sure moss and vines hid the the stocks from view, but the marks of the blades were still visible. However the house the beast had rushed through was no longer standing. The only reason Orcleous knew it use to be there was because of the hoof print left behind. Even after all this time its print still marked the ground. That beast was a true monster. Orcleous remembered how it grabbed the pink haired man and smashed him into the earth as if he was a child. To think he was foolish enough to run out and attack that monster. Though he had to admit it was a good end to that horrible sweeter.
Suddenly Orcleous heard a sound from behind him. The earth began to stir and something began to move. Beforehand Orcleous would have drawn his sword and turned toward the sound blade ready. However now Orcleous was much calmer and wiser. A sound does not always mean enemy and a fighting stance is not always the best way to greet a oncoming attack. Some times the best defense was movement and with that in mind Orcleous turned to see what or who had presented themselves to him.
As the assassin turned he saw something he did not expect. It was not a bandit or a shambling corpse. Not it was simply bones. Bones that stood on there own. In its right hand was a greatsword. The blade was rusted, but that just made it all the more dangerious. In its left hand was a great tower shield that was nearly as big as the monster itself. Like the sword the shield was also rusted. The beast did not take care of its weapons. The rust would prove to be a useful weak spot. Lastly was a helmet that seemed ancient like the undead that shambled through here the first tiem Orcleous passed through. Lastly it wore a blue scarf. Age had caused the ends to unravel a bit, but the cloth still held strong. If the creature was live it would probably be a general or maybe it was a general once. However now it was nothing but bones and from the looks of it Orcleous was its target.
"I wonder if it is a left over", spoke Orcleous as he finally drew his sword.
"So this is what fate has thrown at me", spoke Orcleous as the monster charged forward. There were so many questions that needed to be answered. Why was this monster here? Why are they in general here? Where were the they before? Why was these things showing up to fight him. Everything was ... confusing. However this was not the time to think on these matters or to question why. It was time to fight.
With a great swing the hulk of walking bones brought down its greatsword. Part of Orcleous wanted to try and block the strike and test his strength against the beast. Another part of him, the logical one, told him to dodge. It was a monster and monsters were far stronger than he was. As the beast blade came down Orcleous quickly rolled dodging the blow. However the roll was not the right choice. As his body moved along the ground the bone monster suddenly shifted its arm. Immediately after its downward swing missed Orcleours it swung to the side. The flat of the greatsword slammed into Orcleous throwing the assassin back several feet and smashing into a pile of burnt timbers.
"What the #@&&", shouted Orcleous as he began to move his body. He was starting to regret not wearing armor. Lucky for him the wood was to soft to pierce through the thick leather of his jacket, but he could still feel its point hitting his back. Somehow the monster had defied what Orcleous viewed as logic. It has shifted its blade while in the middle of a swing. He had never seen such a thing. The force of the downward slash should have prevented it from turning, unless... unless the beast was strong enough that the force from its first strike was far weaker than the force it pulled to turn its blade. It was possible, but then again it was walking bones. It all could be magic for all Orcleous knew.
The Wright quickly turned and began to rush toward Orcleous. It was eager to finish its task and put the young assassin in his grave. Quickly it stabbed forward with its greatsword attempting to run Orcleous through. Not making the same mistake twice orcleous jumped from his location rolled away from the monster and quickly rose his guard. His instincts were correct. The moment the beast missed its stab it shifted its arm and slashed at him with the edge of its blade. The assassin barely dodged it, but his dodge gave him the opportunity he needed.
"Vanquish", spoke Orcleous as he jumped forward and slashed at the beast with Fiery in his hand. The Wright however was quick and rose its shield in defense. The magical sword slammed onto the shield with the full force of Orcleous body behind it, but the beast held strong. Orcleous was tempted to call upon the flames and end the battle, but ...
Without a moment to spare the Wright threw Orcleous off its shield and back a few feet. The beast was surprise by his nimble foot work and was preparing to make adjustments. Orcleous could have ended the fight earlier, but he chose not too. Recently he began to wonder. Is his current victories because he had a magical sword, or is it because he was a skilled fighter. Which was it. Was it the weapon that made him or he who made the weapon. Orcleous was keen to find out.
Quickly the wraith charged back in. Its sword ready and fire in its eyes. The monster quickly changed it's tactics to compensate for Orcleous' rolls. Rather than come out with a downward swing the beast moved to attack with a horizontal attack that swiped straight across the middle. Rather than try to roll under the attack, which Orcleous was sure the thing had some devastating counter attack waiting for him, the swordsmen backed up dodging the blade by a hair. Once the blade had pass Orcleous rushed in. The moment the assassin took a step forward the beast twisted its bony arm and attempted to bring the blade back quicker than he would expect. However that trick got old and Orcleous had already developed a counter.
Instead of aiming for its massive body Orcleous shifted his body and brought down the sword onto the blade itself. With both hands Orcleous slashed fiery down onto the rusted midsection of the blade cutting clean through the sword without the aid of fire. Even though Orcleous had cut through the blade the Bonewalker's attack did not stop. The stump of the blade that was left pressed forward and smashed into Orcleous chest. The blow was great enough to knock Orcleous off his feet.
The blow had not only knocked the wind out of the warrior, but also done some serious damage. Orcleous struggled for a moment to recover as his chest throbbed with pain. The jagged edge, thanks to him splitting the blade, left a sever cut across the leather on his jacket and even ripped apart his thick shirt. There were a few scratches on his chest, but the blow was mainly a blunt attack rather than a cutting one. Still the wounds would need serious tending too once the monster was defeated. Orcleous could not risk them getting infected or worse being poisoned by the rust.
As Orcleous moved to recover the Bonewalker moved in for the kill. Taking its massive shield it towered over the assassin in preparation to bring it down and sever his head with the edge. In desperation orcleous raised his sword in defense crossing it with the iron katana he kept on his side. The beast blow was powerful and made a thunderous sound as it slammed into the metal. However Fiery held strong. The magical power inside of the blade only strengthen the steel as Orcleous' arms pressed against the shield. It would seem the assassin was far stronger than he thought. If he attempted to block the greatsword from before he might have actually pulled it off. Still the battle was getting desperate. At this moment the flames of fiery were useless. Even if Orcleous called upon them the would do him no good. The blade was too close to him and Fiery's flames cared not who they burned. Actually now that Orcleous thought about it, the sword probably be delighted at the thought of burning orcleous alive. It really seemed to hate humans and took great pleasure in seeing them all burn.
The two entered into a deadlock. The skeleton could not press down and Orcleous could not push it completely off him. In this situation the advantage belonged to the bonewalker as it needed no rest, nor did it need to eat. However like many creatures of the darkness the Bonewalker was not only foolish, but impatient. Rather than press it advantage and simply hold its place it removed one of its arms so that it may use its weapon to finish the job. This was a crucial mistake. As the Bonewalker lifted its right hand Orcleous pressed forward with both of his. The new found rush of adrenalin helped as Orcleous pressed against the shield. Seeing that it would soon loss its place the bonewalker pressed down on the shield with its right arm, but it was already too late. The pressure generated from there struggle was too great. The moment it pressed down the shield cracked down the middle and broke. Years of rust had done its due and now Orcleous had the advantage.
Quickly Orcleous slashed the ankle of the bonewalker and moved his foot toward his chest and delivered a blow to its midsection. The force knocked the beast off Orcleous turning the battle around. With its sword broken and its shield in shambles Orcleous now had the advantage.
"Alright lets send you back to the underworld", spoke the assassin as he shifted the swords in his hand. Instead of having both blades pointed forward he held them in reverse grip. His body almost vibrated for a moment as his brain plotted out the correct corse. Orcleous rushed forward moving so fast that he vanished before the beast eyes. Jummping high into the air Orcleous brought down his blade and sliced the beast as he came down. Quickly he slashed two more times as he rushed to the right of the beast and then a final blow as he hopped back over its head. Orcleous then landed on his feet in front of the massive skeleton monster. Placing his swords back into his sheath he heard the beast give off a deadly wail.
"Lethality", spoke Orcleous as he watched the beast return to dust. A sense of pride shot through Orcleous chest, but the swift pain from his gut shot it down. He needed to tend to his wound before he bleed out or worse it got infected. Orcloues opened his bag and pushed his gold coins around till he found what he was looking for. Inside was a jar of blue liquid that would do wonders on his wound. The assassin sat down on a rock and applied the elixir to the blow and just in case in took a swig of a antitoxin he had.
"Crap", spoke Orcleous as he placed the bottle back in his bag. That battle was close, and too close for his liking. Still he proved something to himself. He was not strong because he had fiery, but his strength made fiery strong. Still he knew better than to start to only rely on its power. That is what got him into this mess in the first place. Orcleous was sure if he had fought this monster before he got his magical sword he would have had a much easier time. After he got fiery Orcleous saw no reason to wear armor. Armor was useful as it gave you time to get in a killing blow. With fiery a killing blow was almost guaranteed. Not may could stand up to its fiery might. However it can, and it might not be the only it out there. For all ORcleous knows that thing was just a normal monster. If he was going to travel the world the way he does now he was going to need to become much more powerful. Also he was going to need the proper equipment. Hidden blades and fancy chain whips were not going to do it. He was going to need armor, silver, and a grit far tougher than your simple assassin. His sword was strong, but his body was weak. He needed to be stronger. The world was not so soft to simply let him get by just because he was fast. He needed to hit harder and take harder hits.
"Maybe it is time I expanded my style", spoke Orcleous aloud as he looked at his hands. Duel wielding was highly offensive. However Fiery gave him as much power as he needed. The blade was strong and its flames even stronger. He did not need another sword to add to its strength. What Orcleous needed was defense. He needed a way to take what the enemy threw at him and dish it back out. Naturally it would suggest thicker armor, but Orcleous rebuked that. Sure he wanted to take some licks, but it was not wise to simply take everything the enemy threw at you. You needed to dodge some, avoid blows that would kill or pierce your armor. Orcleous was going to need another way to divert the enemy assault than simply a mass of steel covering his body. Clearly he was going to need a shield and not one to take lightly. He would need a massive thing, or maybe something that was moderate like his battle design. He was going to need a shield that could take enemy blows, but was not too heavy that he could not dodge. If Orcleous remembered correctly the shield was just as much a deadly weapon as the sword. His last battle gave testament to that, but also his work as a mercenary. He saw a few cats use there shields like blades and press the attack with its edge. If Orcleous could get a decent shield and a good set of armor he could pull this off.
"Wait what am I trying to pull off", spoke Orcleous to himself. Why was he obsessed with killing monsters. That is what he was upset about when he came here. Shoot he even went so far to visit a place were he slew monsters beforehand. The beast did seem to always appear though where he was. In Bern the undead showed up and nearly whipped out a village. He then meet a dragon who nearly burned him alive. From there he stumbled into a expedition that threw giant spiders at him. After that he ran into the horsemen that burned this village to the ground. From what he heard from the city of Heroes gargoyles flew in the sky and a Cyclopes smashed threw the walls. If Orcleous had stayed those beast would have been his problem to deal with. now he fought walking bones, beast that should not even exist. Orcleous stopped and asked himself the much needed question. Why was his life entangled by monsters? Why was he starting to obsess over them? Maybe they were his destiny. Maybe he was put onto this world to fight this darkness and send it back to the abyss from where it came. Maybe he was just a unlucky fool, but something had to change. Orcleous could not do this the way he was. An assassin was not fit to undertake this task. His skills and armor were designed for killing men, but he hunted monsters. If he was going to follow this path he would need to become a Hero.
Orcleous took a deep breath and slammed his fist into his hands. The assassin was now ready to move on. It was wise for him to stop by this place and get his head straight. Though he wish it was far less walking involved.
[ Thread End]
The Assassin followed his own footsteps of old. Back when he was just a novice he traveled this rout. During those days he sought war and sought strength. He was tired of being weak and thus he walked the earth to become strong. Now he was strong, or he thought he was. He faced that monster on the battlefield and his attacks did nothing. No, Orcleous was not strong. He was just as weak as he was then. No that is not true. He was even weaker than he was then. Back in the day he knew his own weakness and moved to counter it. Now he was too prideful and too stupid to realize just how out matched he was. The battle with .... Madness, it opened his eyes. It let hims see that which he had been blinded too. It is also because of that Orcleous no longer wore his green cloak. He did not remove himself from the faith, but he needed to get off under her shadow for a while. If he was going to become strong he needed to follow his own path.
As Orcleous crossed a hill he saw it. A village burned to the ground. There were no more flames and no more buildings. It was a pile of burned out timbers overgrown with grass and vines. This was the village that Orcleous and the other two fought the mighty centaurs. The half man, half horse monsters that nearly ended his life so long ago. It was also here that Orcleous finally understood the path of a mercenary and graduated from being a common novice.
"So I have returned", spoke Orcleous as he began to walk down into the village.
As Orcleous walked into what was a town he kept his hand on the hilt of his blade. He knew that they had cleared out all the monsters the last time they were here, but you can never be too sure. It had been quite some time since he had been here. For all he knew other monsters could have moved in and taken residence in the ruins. To be truthful Orcleous kind of wished for it. Clearly he did not have enough experiences fighting these things. The last battle he had with one ended in utter failure.
"Quite so far", spoke Orcleous as he walked down the street. He could see signs of his blade and the blades of the others in the burned wood. Sure moss and vines hid the the stocks from view, but the marks of the blades were still visible. However the house the beast had rushed through was no longer standing. The only reason Orcleous knew it use to be there was because of the hoof print left behind. Even after all this time its print still marked the ground. That beast was a true monster. Orcleous remembered how it grabbed the pink haired man and smashed him into the earth as if he was a child. To think he was foolish enough to run out and attack that monster. Though he had to admit it was a good end to that horrible sweeter.
Suddenly Orcleous heard a sound from behind him. The earth began to stir and something began to move. Beforehand Orcleous would have drawn his sword and turned toward the sound blade ready. However now Orcleous was much calmer and wiser. A sound does not always mean enemy and a fighting stance is not always the best way to greet a oncoming attack. Some times the best defense was movement and with that in mind Orcleous turned to see what or who had presented themselves to him.
As the assassin turned he saw something he did not expect. It was not a bandit or a shambling corpse. Not it was simply bones. Bones that stood on there own. In its right hand was a greatsword. The blade was rusted, but that just made it all the more dangerious. In its left hand was a great tower shield that was nearly as big as the monster itself. Like the sword the shield was also rusted. The beast did not take care of its weapons. The rust would prove to be a useful weak spot. Lastly was a helmet that seemed ancient like the undead that shambled through here the first tiem Orcleous passed through. Lastly it wore a blue scarf. Age had caused the ends to unravel a bit, but the cloth still held strong. If the creature was live it would probably be a general or maybe it was a general once. However now it was nothing but bones and from the looks of it Orcleous was its target.
"I wonder if it is a left over", spoke Orcleous as he finally drew his sword.
"So this is what fate has thrown at me", spoke Orcleous as the monster charged forward. There were so many questions that needed to be answered. Why was this monster here? Why are they in general here? Where were the they before? Why was these things showing up to fight him. Everything was ... confusing. However this was not the time to think on these matters or to question why. It was time to fight.
With a great swing the hulk of walking bones brought down its greatsword. Part of Orcleous wanted to try and block the strike and test his strength against the beast. Another part of him, the logical one, told him to dodge. It was a monster and monsters were far stronger than he was. As the beast blade came down Orcleous quickly rolled dodging the blow. However the roll was not the right choice. As his body moved along the ground the bone monster suddenly shifted its arm. Immediately after its downward swing missed Orcleours it swung to the side. The flat of the greatsword slammed into Orcleous throwing the assassin back several feet and smashing into a pile of burnt timbers.
"What the #@&&", shouted Orcleous as he began to move his body. He was starting to regret not wearing armor. Lucky for him the wood was to soft to pierce through the thick leather of his jacket, but he could still feel its point hitting his back. Somehow the monster had defied what Orcleous viewed as logic. It has shifted its blade while in the middle of a swing. He had never seen such a thing. The force of the downward slash should have prevented it from turning, unless... unless the beast was strong enough that the force from its first strike was far weaker than the force it pulled to turn its blade. It was possible, but then again it was walking bones. It all could be magic for all Orcleous knew.
The Wright quickly turned and began to rush toward Orcleous. It was eager to finish its task and put the young assassin in his grave. Quickly it stabbed forward with its greatsword attempting to run Orcleous through. Not making the same mistake twice orcleous jumped from his location rolled away from the monster and quickly rose his guard. His instincts were correct. The moment the beast missed its stab it shifted its arm and slashed at him with the edge of its blade. The assassin barely dodged it, but his dodge gave him the opportunity he needed.
"Vanquish", spoke Orcleous as he jumped forward and slashed at the beast with Fiery in his hand. The Wright however was quick and rose its shield in defense. The magical sword slammed onto the shield with the full force of Orcleous body behind it, but the beast held strong. Orcleous was tempted to call upon the flames and end the battle, but ...
Without a moment to spare the Wright threw Orcleous off its shield and back a few feet. The beast was surprise by his nimble foot work and was preparing to make adjustments. Orcleous could have ended the fight earlier, but he chose not too. Recently he began to wonder. Is his current victories because he had a magical sword, or is it because he was a skilled fighter. Which was it. Was it the weapon that made him or he who made the weapon. Orcleous was keen to find out.
Quickly the wraith charged back in. Its sword ready and fire in its eyes. The monster quickly changed it's tactics to compensate for Orcleous' rolls. Rather than come out with a downward swing the beast moved to attack with a horizontal attack that swiped straight across the middle. Rather than try to roll under the attack, which Orcleous was sure the thing had some devastating counter attack waiting for him, the swordsmen backed up dodging the blade by a hair. Once the blade had pass Orcleous rushed in. The moment the assassin took a step forward the beast twisted its bony arm and attempted to bring the blade back quicker than he would expect. However that trick got old and Orcleous had already developed a counter.
Instead of aiming for its massive body Orcleous shifted his body and brought down the sword onto the blade itself. With both hands Orcleous slashed fiery down onto the rusted midsection of the blade cutting clean through the sword without the aid of fire. Even though Orcleous had cut through the blade the Bonewalker's attack did not stop. The stump of the blade that was left pressed forward and smashed into Orcleous chest. The blow was great enough to knock Orcleous off his feet.
The blow had not only knocked the wind out of the warrior, but also done some serious damage. Orcleous struggled for a moment to recover as his chest throbbed with pain. The jagged edge, thanks to him splitting the blade, left a sever cut across the leather on his jacket and even ripped apart his thick shirt. There were a few scratches on his chest, but the blow was mainly a blunt attack rather than a cutting one. Still the wounds would need serious tending too once the monster was defeated. Orcleous could not risk them getting infected or worse being poisoned by the rust.
As Orcleous moved to recover the Bonewalker moved in for the kill. Taking its massive shield it towered over the assassin in preparation to bring it down and sever his head with the edge. In desperation orcleous raised his sword in defense crossing it with the iron katana he kept on his side. The beast blow was powerful and made a thunderous sound as it slammed into the metal. However Fiery held strong. The magical power inside of the blade only strengthen the steel as Orcleous' arms pressed against the shield. It would seem the assassin was far stronger than he thought. If he attempted to block the greatsword from before he might have actually pulled it off. Still the battle was getting desperate. At this moment the flames of fiery were useless. Even if Orcleous called upon them the would do him no good. The blade was too close to him and Fiery's flames cared not who they burned. Actually now that Orcleous thought about it, the sword probably be delighted at the thought of burning orcleous alive. It really seemed to hate humans and took great pleasure in seeing them all burn.
The two entered into a deadlock. The skeleton could not press down and Orcleous could not push it completely off him. In this situation the advantage belonged to the bonewalker as it needed no rest, nor did it need to eat. However like many creatures of the darkness the Bonewalker was not only foolish, but impatient. Rather than press it advantage and simply hold its place it removed one of its arms so that it may use its weapon to finish the job. This was a crucial mistake. As the Bonewalker lifted its right hand Orcleous pressed forward with both of his. The new found rush of adrenalin helped as Orcleous pressed against the shield. Seeing that it would soon loss its place the bonewalker pressed down on the shield with its right arm, but it was already too late. The pressure generated from there struggle was too great. The moment it pressed down the shield cracked down the middle and broke. Years of rust had done its due and now Orcleous had the advantage.
Quickly Orcleous slashed the ankle of the bonewalker and moved his foot toward his chest and delivered a blow to its midsection. The force knocked the beast off Orcleous turning the battle around. With its sword broken and its shield in shambles Orcleous now had the advantage.
"Alright lets send you back to the underworld", spoke the assassin as he shifted the swords in his hand. Instead of having both blades pointed forward he held them in reverse grip. His body almost vibrated for a moment as his brain plotted out the correct corse. Orcleous rushed forward moving so fast that he vanished before the beast eyes. Jummping high into the air Orcleous brought down his blade and sliced the beast as he came down. Quickly he slashed two more times as he rushed to the right of the beast and then a final blow as he hopped back over its head. Orcleous then landed on his feet in front of the massive skeleton monster. Placing his swords back into his sheath he heard the beast give off a deadly wail.
"Lethality", spoke Orcleous as he watched the beast return to dust. A sense of pride shot through Orcleous chest, but the swift pain from his gut shot it down. He needed to tend to his wound before he bleed out or worse it got infected. Orcloues opened his bag and pushed his gold coins around till he found what he was looking for. Inside was a jar of blue liquid that would do wonders on his wound. The assassin sat down on a rock and applied the elixir to the blow and just in case in took a swig of a antitoxin he had.
"Crap", spoke Orcleous as he placed the bottle back in his bag. That battle was close, and too close for his liking. Still he proved something to himself. He was not strong because he had fiery, but his strength made fiery strong. Still he knew better than to start to only rely on its power. That is what got him into this mess in the first place. Orcleous was sure if he had fought this monster before he got his magical sword he would have had a much easier time. After he got fiery Orcleous saw no reason to wear armor. Armor was useful as it gave you time to get in a killing blow. With fiery a killing blow was almost guaranteed. Not may could stand up to its fiery might. However it can, and it might not be the only it out there. For all ORcleous knows that thing was just a normal monster. If he was going to travel the world the way he does now he was going to need to become much more powerful. Also he was going to need the proper equipment. Hidden blades and fancy chain whips were not going to do it. He was going to need armor, silver, and a grit far tougher than your simple assassin. His sword was strong, but his body was weak. He needed to be stronger. The world was not so soft to simply let him get by just because he was fast. He needed to hit harder and take harder hits.
"Maybe it is time I expanded my style", spoke Orcleous aloud as he looked at his hands. Duel wielding was highly offensive. However Fiery gave him as much power as he needed. The blade was strong and its flames even stronger. He did not need another sword to add to its strength. What Orcleous needed was defense. He needed a way to take what the enemy threw at him and dish it back out. Naturally it would suggest thicker armor, but Orcleous rebuked that. Sure he wanted to take some licks, but it was not wise to simply take everything the enemy threw at you. You needed to dodge some, avoid blows that would kill or pierce your armor. Orcleous was going to need another way to divert the enemy assault than simply a mass of steel covering his body. Clearly he was going to need a shield and not one to take lightly. He would need a massive thing, or maybe something that was moderate like his battle design. He was going to need a shield that could take enemy blows, but was not too heavy that he could not dodge. If Orcleous remembered correctly the shield was just as much a deadly weapon as the sword. His last battle gave testament to that, but also his work as a mercenary. He saw a few cats use there shields like blades and press the attack with its edge. If Orcleous could get a decent shield and a good set of armor he could pull this off.
"Wait what am I trying to pull off", spoke Orcleous to himself. Why was he obsessed with killing monsters. That is what he was upset about when he came here. Shoot he even went so far to visit a place were he slew monsters beforehand. The beast did seem to always appear though where he was. In Bern the undead showed up and nearly whipped out a village. He then meet a dragon who nearly burned him alive. From there he stumbled into a expedition that threw giant spiders at him. After that he ran into the horsemen that burned this village to the ground. From what he heard from the city of Heroes gargoyles flew in the sky and a Cyclopes smashed threw the walls. If Orcleous had stayed those beast would have been his problem to deal with. now he fought walking bones, beast that should not even exist. Orcleous stopped and asked himself the much needed question. Why was his life entangled by monsters? Why was he starting to obsess over them? Maybe they were his destiny. Maybe he was put onto this world to fight this darkness and send it back to the abyss from where it came. Maybe he was just a unlucky fool, but something had to change. Orcleous could not do this the way he was. An assassin was not fit to undertake this task. His skills and armor were designed for killing men, but he hunted monsters. If he was going to follow this path he would need to become a Hero.
Orcleous took a deep breath and slammed his fist into his hands. The assassin was now ready to move on. It was wise for him to stop by this place and get his head straight. Though he wish it was far less walking involved.
[ Thread End]
