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| Ayzek | Jun 5 2015, 02:18 AM Post #1 | |
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You are asleep. Or rather, falling out of sleep. At least that's what it feels like anyway. Your consciousness is simply steadily returning to you—begrudgingly. The environment beyond the darkness feels cold. There's a distant hollowing wind—whether it's really far away, or you're simply too unhinged to gauge properly is difficult to tell. Still, goosebumps are crawling up your arms and back. Rather, you hope it's just goosebumps crawling up your back. God help you if its a spider—or worse. Whatever could be. You feel something brush your face. Godhelpyou godhelpyou godhelpyou godhelpyou godhelpyou godhelpyou godhelpyou godhelpyou godhelpyou godhelpyou godhelpyou godhelpyou godhelpyou godhelpyou godhelpyou godhelpyou godhelpyou godhelpyou godhelpyou godhelpyou godhelpyou godhelpyou godhelpyou godhelpyou godhelpyou godhelpyou godhelpyou godhelpyou godhelpyou godhelpyou godhelpyou godhelpyou godhelpyou godhelpyou godhelpyou godhelpyou godhelpyou godhelpyou godhelpyou godhelpyou godhelpyou godhelpyou godhelpyou godhelpyou godhelpyou godhelpyou godhelpyou godhelpyou godhelpyou godhelpyou godhelpyou godhelpyou godhelpyou godhelpyou godhelpyou godhelpyou godhelpyou godhelpyou godhelpyou godhelpyou godhelpyou godhelpyou godhelpyou godhelpyou godhelpyou godhelpyou godhelpyou godhelpyou godhelpyou godhelpyou godhelpyou godhelpyou godhelpyou godhelpyou godhelpyou. WAKE UP ALREADY. Edited by Ayzek, Jun 5 2015, 03:42 AM.
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| Austlen | Jun 5 2015, 04:47 PM Post #2 | |
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The boy's eyes flew open suddenly, his hand flying up to his face to swat away whatever was brushing across it, and he shivered as it felt fuzzy. He stood up quickly to get away from whatever it was that he swatted away, and then took a few more steps to put some distance between himself and whatever it was, though this quick movement caused his vision to spin, and soon he was on his ass once more, the sound of dried crinkling leaves at least telling him he was in a forest of some kind, and it cold, he didn't like the cold. His vision soon settled as he sat their on the ground, a harsh cold breeze blowing at that moment, causing goosebumps to crawl all over his body...he really didn't like the cold. It was a few more moments before he opened his eyes, blinking them in a feeble attempt to get rid of the little white dots that floated in his vision, but soon enough they were gone. As vision cleared , he slowly took in his surroundings noticing in was in a clearing of some sort , brown dried leaves littered the floor, their source of origin evident from the tall bare trees that encircled the clearing, their now bare spindly branches pointing towards the sky like outstretched hands. A soft rustle of the dried leaves drew his attention back from the trees, his eyes scanning across the open space looking for whatever made it and while he looked a starling fact came to him, he still hadn't identified whatever it was that had touched him while he was coming too...another rustle sounded behind of him, he quickly turned only to have his eyes widen at what he saw. |
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| Ayzek | Jun 5 2015, 05:19 PM Post #3 | |
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It was a spider of course. It's always a spider. Trust me on this one. If there's some icky about, run because it's probably definitely a spider. And no one likes spiders. Man, fuck spiders. You really hate spiders, don't you? Well tough luck, son. There's a big ol' hairy one right in front of you. One of those over-sized spiders your probably-senile old grandpa always warned you about when you were a wee(er?) one. (How old are you, anyway?) You never thought it'd be true. Giant ass spiders? Larger than your freaken arm? Sure, the mines are littered with those fuckers, but the forest? They shouldn't get that big here. Or so you told yourself. And you're probably telling yourself now. Even though it's staring at you with its weirdo spider eyes, its fangs seething something—God, you don't even wanna know what it is. You can see some of its silk about—and your eyes have cleared enough to show you the broken threads hanging from your hair. You really wish they hadn't. It made you realize the spider was above you all along. As you slept. All innocently and defenseless. Godhelpyou Godhelpyou Godhelpyou Godhelpyou Godhelpyou Godhelpyou Godhelpyou Godhelpyou Godhelpyou Godhelpyou Godhelpyou Godhelpyou Godhelpyou Godhelpyou Godhelpyou Godhelpyou Godhelpyou Godhelpyou Godhelpyou Godhelpyou— No. Sometimes, you gotta help yourself, boyo. And this is one of those times. The spider crawls cautiously towards you, its hairy appendages snapping, cracking, and crinkling the dead leaves beneath them. Its fangs—mouth—whatever the goddamn fuck it is, you don't actually care, seems to dance and shake with glee. I mean, what else would it feel, having such a yummy morsel right in front of it? Morsel. Yes. Your pack. Your leather-bag—which you inherited from your father, may he be with God—is leaning against the tree. The very tree with the spider beside it. You're not sure if you can reach it in time. Alternatively, you can make a brake for it. Race a giant spider through the forest. Sounds like a great idea. What were you doing in the forest anyway? Wait. Answer later. The spider lunges at you. Plox do something. You can use the character's backstory to spawn another weapon too. There might be times we roll dice to determine success, but I guess it'd be pretty lame if you're killed by a spider two posts in.... Actually, yeah, we'll roll here too. Don't worry. I'll do my best to save you. Really. |
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| Austlen | Jun 5 2015, 05:57 PM Post #4 | |
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Shrek is not love, Shrek is not life
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Fuck, in the fourteen years that he has been alive, Raphael never thought he'd be in this position hell...hell he never thought he'd see a spider this damn big, they usually grew to the size of outstretched palm in the mines! Not this big! This damn thing wasn't even a normal spider by the looks of it, and definitely not from this area, most spiders her were black, brown, or dark grey. But the beast before him was was a angry red, with yellow diamonds patterned on it's back, definitely not from here. The spiders eyes gleamed at him in hunger slowing crawling towards him, and he also taking steps back as the thing grew closer, his heart beating a mile a minute, the sound of the spider's fangs clacking together echoed across the clearing, most likely it's venom dripping off he now glistening fangs and onto the floor. His eyes scanned across the clearing quickly, looking for anything that could help him with his current situation, his eyes immediately spotted his back and he cursed, it was behind the damn thing. Raphael cursed once more as the words of his senile old grandfather rang in his "We may be in times of peace my boy, but it is never a bad idea to have something to shank somebody else with on! Now get me my prune juice ya stinking youngin!" He had blown his words of then, taking it for the foolish ramblings of a old man, as why would he need something like that? The Kingdom had been relatively peaceful since he was born. He was actually suppose to meet the old geezer at the edge of the forest now that he thought about it, so how had he ended up in the forest? The sounds of the leaves rustling cut off any further thought he had. He was definitely regretting not listening now to his grandfather now, as the spider drew closer, it's fangs mashing together even faster, as if growing hunger from the fear he could sense of his prey. Raphael grimaced, and looked around once more for at something that could help him....THERE!! He spotted a fallen branch in a patch of leaves, it was only a few feet to his left, and it looked like he could make it. He just had to take it slow as to not startle the damn thing into jumping at him, and slowly but surely he made it to the branch, but his luck ran out and the spider lunge at that moment, in haste or be eaten Raphael grab the branch and swung. |
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| Ayzek | Jun 5 2015, 07:06 PM Post #5 | |
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Rolled a 7 for reaching the branch, and 18 for your swing. Your branch weapon get a generous 1d6 damage roll: -5 HP. Spider-san rolled 16 for hit and 1 for damage. Epic failure: -2 HP. You rolled a 14 for hit; 1 for damage—fail and take 3 damage. Spider-san rolls 1 for hit. The force of your sudden spin and whack sends you reeling—straight into the autumn leaves piled on the floor behind you. Were you any unluckier, you'd have hit the tree, but no—you're one lucky little Joe. You knocked the spider away. It screeches and it is awful. Is a screeching? Fuck if you care. It hits a tree—not as hard as you'd like, you silly, weak, little brat. What is a fourteen year old doing in the forest anyway? God, your family is irresponsible. You really should let this spider eat you. I mean, what else will you do? Go home and continue being some poor-ass farmer boy? Just kidding. You won't have a home to return to soon. The spider gets back on its feet and charges at you—lunges. But it's challenged or something and crashes into the tree beside you. Fucking spider, I swear. Can't even murder a fourteen-year-old properly. Then again, you're no better. You wasted no time in racing to your feet to whack at it again—only to move too fast and be knocked onto your ass again by your wide swing. Jesus, kid. Do you and the ground have a ~special~ relationship or something? The branch hits you on the head. It hurts. I think the spider gave up with life, though, cause it just lay there like a loser. God, I should've sent a wolf or something. You, on the other hand, manage to shake off the embarrassment and get back on your feet, bringing your mighty Be happy no one was watching. Because this entire thing was just so very embarrassing. You should feel bad. Just...get your bag and go. Before another spider jumps down from the trees. Or I really do send a wolf to eat your poor ass. Edited by Ayzek, Jun 5 2015, 07:47 PM.
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| Austlen | Jun 6 2015, 08:53 PM Post #6 | |
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He stood over the squashed remains of the bugger that had tried to eat him, the smell of it's squashed remains wafting into the air and into his heaving, Raphael nearly gagged, though only barely stopping himself from releasing his lunch upon the forest floor. His years of working on a farm, and being exposed to all kinds of putrid smells coming in as some sort of miracle asset here. He could feel the adrenaline rush that had spiked during the entire affair begin to wane, and taking with it any strength Raphael had, and his knees buckled. He ended up on his ass only a few seconds later, the force of the fall jarring his head, and casing the small cut he had gained from one of his missed swings to ache. He gingerly touched the open wound, only to wince and immediately pull his trembling hand away, and now that he took a few moments to observe himself, Raphael could tell not just his hands was shaking, but his whole buddy was...and for good reason too. He had almost died for christ sake!! And nothing but pure luck, as he refused to believe anything else, had ensured his survival....if only barely. Another cool breeze blew across the field, causing goosebumps to rise up all over his exposed flesh and drawing Raphael back from his mild panic attack, his brain getting a short burst from the cold air, as one thought came to the forefront of his mind. He had to get out of here, and quickly before another one of those beasts appeared again, and then somehow find his way out of the forest and find his grandfather, and hopefully explain why he ad missed their meeting...he then grimaced at the thought, his grandfathers would laugh at him for this, then immediately put him to work for not trusting his words, paranoid as they had seemed a the time. Scanning the clearing one more time to make sure nothing was sneaking up on him while he was in though, Raphael got up and made his way towards his slightly forgotten pack, which was sprawled on its side some of it's contents on the floor which he quickly proceeded to put back in, not paying that much attention as to what it was. His grandfather had packed it for him in the morning before departing, and Raphael himself had not bothered to check for himself what it contained. Throwing the last item in haphazardly, he buckled the pack shot before putting on his back, making sure to pull the straps tight, the potentially for it slipping of his back if he needed to run coming to the forefront of his mind. He definitely didn't want that to happen, his grandfather would kill him if he lost the damn thing and it hopefully had something to eat inside it, he could already feel the beginning of hunger creeping into his stomach from his sort fight, if you could even call it that. Checking the straps one more time, and nodding when he felt they were tight enough, Raphael turned his attention towards the forest and immediately froze. Despite the lack of leaves on the trees ahead, the path before him still managed to look dark, and the trees themselves definitely look liked they were decaying, a odour that smelled liked decaying flesh seemingly coming from them. He flinched slightly as he saw movement on one the branches, but calmed down soon enough, it was only an owl, it let out a ear piercing screech before flying off once more. Raphael gulped, he needed to go this way, at least he thought so, but his encounter with the spider and the scene before him really wasn't helping. Turning back, Raphael scanned the clearing looking for any other paths finding none, and scowled. "It's this or nothing it seems" He sighed "When I thought of the day I died, I had hoped to at least experienced the pleasure of a woman." He sighed once more dejectedly, the sound of a senile old man laughing at him appearing in his head. "Should have taken him up on that brothel visit for my birthday." His slight pity party over, Raphael began to move forward before pausing, quickly turning around and making his way back to the where the squashed carcass of the spider, and next to him the branch that had almost saved his life, it might not have been the best weapon out there, but it was the only thing he had at the moment, and by the looks of the forest he would definitely need it. Holding onto his new best friend tightly Raphael made his way back to the path, steeling himself as he entered and continued on his way, his pace picking up as he went from a slow walk, to a brisk pace before finally he was in a full run. Raphael didn't know where he was going, but running was definitely better than walking, made him less of a slow moving target to whatever may be lurking out there, and he definitely didn't want to find out. He only hoped the luck that had made him survive the spider attack, held out a little bit longer. |
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| Alvino Castillon | Jun 6 2015, 11:14 PM Post #7 | |
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((OOC: Narrator is in italics.)) ELSEWHERE IN THE FOREST: Viola Montoya Deep in the forests of [INSERTNAMEHERE], we find our hero Viola Montoya trekking towards the town of [INSERTTOWNHERE]. When we last left our hero, she had just burned down her entire home village and marching towards a bright future! Her fellow villagers are all slaughtered. Once she makes it to [INSERTTOWNHERE], she'll begin to work towards her success story! But with a long way to go, can she make it there in one piece!? She threw the little children into the fire. Let's find out in the night exciting installment of- Oh my god. He doesn't shut up. Ever. Oh my fucking god, why oh why did I have to be cursed with this stupid voice in my head? I don't even know if it's really in my head. I'm pretty sure it's talking out loud, above me as if narrating my life to an unknown audience. OH WAIT. THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT'S HAPPENING. Yeah, I know this. I know I'm at the mercy of some overpowering omnipresent and omnipotent force. I fucking hate it. It's called being "genre savvy" ya know? And don't ask why I don't speak "Ye Olde" speak, because fuck that. Seriously, I'm sick and tired of all the "thees" and "ye" and "Milorde" and AUGH! It's so frustrating living in this time! For your sake though, I'm speaking English. Mostly proper English. Don't like it? Too bad. HARK! For our hero comes across a brave soldier trekking through the forest! Could this be her Prince Charming? Are all her troubles about to come to an end, and she will be happily married to this strange man!? And this shit! The sexist bullshit. Yeah, since it's the Middle Ages or some such, I get to hear about how I belong in a fucking tower or in the castle, not out venturing for that's for real men! Yep, all those real men in the village really showed me how superior they are to me. Yep. Totally not all dead, with the carcasses of burning putrid flesh filling the air. Oh. Yeah no I killed them. I'm sane enough to know I literally killed them. Screw them all. Treat me like shit for years because I like to feel clean. Plus, I get to be mocked for learning combat when I should learn how to cook like a proper lady! Or how about how my tomboyish personality gets me into danger by trekking around in the nearby woods. And let's not forget how I learned how to burn all the things around me using magic! Yup, that all makes me a witch! ...Okay. Maybe that last thing. Definitely that last thing. Probably should have hidden that from the other villagers. Scratch that, definitely should have done that. Look. I know what my profile probably said, but I swear I'm not as horrible as the narrator's probably claiming. I'm just a bit more violent and prone to anger than most people. And I don't take direction well. And I use magic. And I don't want to be a prim and proper lady because adventuring is way more fun anyways. Like, incredibly more fun. But what's this! The young soldier seems to be running at her! Could it be that this soldier is actually... a robber!? Oh what horrible timing for our young hero! Flee young Viola, flee before your delicate nature is- "YOU'RE NOT MY SUPERVISOR!" I scream to the heavens, knowing the narrator got the point. "Damn! Fuck off man!" Oh what cruel fate! For our Hero seems to have lost her sanity- "I CAN HEAR YOU!" I scream up. Fuck I don't care if this other guy thinks I'm nuts. If he's a robber I'll kill him too. If not, I'll never see him again so whatever. Look, I'm just trying to do my job- "Well don't! This isn't funny, you're not funny, and I want you to fuck off! Nobody likes you! You add nothing to this moment! NOTHING!" You know what? Screw this, I don't need a whiny brat. I quit! "GOOD!" I scream back as I draw my sword and point it towards the running man. "Now then! Halt traveler! State your business!" |
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| Austlen | Jun 7 2015, 12:47 AM Post #8 | |
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"YOU'RE NOT MY SUPERVISOR!" Raphael's head shot up at the sound, he had been running for a while now. Not really looking where he was he going while he ran, which was probably a stupid move in hindsight, running through a most likely deadly forest without looking where you were going would probably most likely mean you sure death, but it had worked so far for Raphael so he was thus he was going to stick by it, and heck the few times he took a glance to check where he was he could tell the scenery was changing, the dead decaying flesh smelling trees being slowly being replaced by somewhat normal looking ones. "I CAN HEAR YOU!" Silence "Well don't! This isn't funny, you're not funny, and I want you to fuck off! Nobody likes you! You add nothing to this moment! NOTHING!" And there was the shout again, and he was one hundred percent sure it was a girl, and sure enough up ahead was a girl alright, a strangely dressed girl he might add, her attire reminding him of a warrior, but that was a stupid thought, all the warriors he had seen in his life had been men, tall and powerful, with a look of might to them. And the woman ahead of him definitely didn't fit that bill, even wit the sword she was presently pointing straight at him...wait sword!! Woman or not, a sword could kill, and he'd barely survive fighting the giant spider. Raphael's hold on his trusty branch tightened as he slowed his run, beginning to come to a full stop a few feet in front of the "warrior" before him. "Now then! Halt traveller! State your business!" the girl ordered, her tone giving of a sense of nonsense, though Raphael could feel something else in it, what exactly he didn't know, himself not being well versed in identifying such, as he really had no need to in the little farming town he lived in. "Uh hey." he began, a nervous tilt tingeing his voice as he looked at the sword held aloft before him, shining a deadly gleam even though it was still fairly dark in the forest, either telling him it was magic, or she spent a lot of time rubbing the thing to perfection, a slight blush appeared upon his face, hoping it was the former. "Mind putting down that sword first, kinda doesn't give off a easy feeling?" |
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| Alvino Castillon | Jun 8 2015, 11:08 PM Post #9 | |
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Okay. So now he's drawing closer. I got my blade out, got my dramatic pose, and I'm all set to trounce this guy into next week! Maybe even next year! Oh yeah, this robber is so going- "Uh hey." Oh my god. This guy is just a farmhand. Just by looking at how he's dressed and the way he's holding that damn stick of his it's obvious he's not some robber. And if he is, then he's really new at it. A slight blush on his face. Ugh. Great. He's probably on some sort of lewd thought about my appearance or my physique. It's not entirely his fault though. My physical characteristics don't exactly say "Hey everyone, look at my personality!" Still, can't he be like, not so fucking obvious? Come on, isn't this the Middle Ages! Where the Hell is chivalry? Or, um... Screw it. When you've lived off of nothing but flights of fancy and stories from travelers for your whole life, it kinda detaches you from reality. Try it. Or don't, since I'm sure your world is quite different from ours if you can peer into other realms and stories. But enough meta. The point is, this farmhand isn't a threat. Just a normal teenage boy with sinful temptations or whatever. Frankly I don't have time for him; I have to reach er... whatever city soon and find some work! Still, if this is the level of respect and decency I get from this farmhand, it's very unlikely that I'm gonna find anything better in the city, a cesspool of filth and despair. Or, whatever. "Mind putting down that sword first, kinda doesn't give off a easy feeling?" Farmhands. Don't know shit about the real world. "Whatever," I mumble, sheathing my sword. "Obviously you're not a robber. Just some farmhand or whatever." I'm not even going to try and yell at him about his leering. It's not worth my time or patience. I have too much to do. "Just be careful. There's monsters in this forest civilian, and that stick of yours," I point at the stick, "Won't do no good. Now if you excuse me..." I briskly move past him and begin to continue down the path. The less I have to deal with, the better. |
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| Ayzek | Jun 21 2015, 09:52 PM Post #10 | |
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Hahahahahahahahaha. The less you have to deal with the better. Silly girl. Don't raise flags that'll tooooooottaaallly fuck up your day. Cause, guess what? The narrators aren't on your side. Hehehehehehehe. Shoving past the innocent bystander (that's mean, by the way; don't you see the big ol' bump on his head? It's almost as if the l0z3r hit himself with that giant branch or something [He did. Fighting a spider. It was hilarious—you should've been there]), you also march your way straight past an eerily very shady tree. You know those trees—that are just so darn big and droopy, and totally out of place in a conifer forest. But you don't question it—or you shouldn't, anyway. I mean, you kind of do have bigger bones to pick (well, swing) at. The mob of skeleton warriors you stumble upon on the other side, I mean. There's, liek, all of them. You now have ~all~ the things to deal with, gurl. They stare at you. With their big empty skull eyes. They move with that weird ass clunky clanks you expect from moving skeletons. Maybe it's bones knocking against their metal armor (which is totally better than yours, btw). Or maybe it's the big ass claymores those things are dragging behind them. Skeletons with claymores? Yes please. Or maybe not. I mean, they're skeletons. You could probably run away—walk briskly away, even. You figure. And maybe beg that l0z3r farmboyo you just talked down to for help. I mean, he killed a demon spider, after all. It had given up with life, but you don't know that. And I didn't just tell you either. |
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| Austlen | Jun 23 2015, 04:41 PM Post #11 | |
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"Just be careful. There's monsters in this forest civilian, and that stick of yours," she pointed at his branch that had served me oh so well so far "Won't do no good. Now if you excuse me..." And with those final words walked past him and continued on her way. Raphael didn't move immediately after that, his mind trying to rap around his dismissal by what he thought was a apparent hero, despite her gender, and his ticket out of this forest of death. Like honestly, weren't they into the protecting lost and endangered civilians, doing the just and heroic and all that crap? A category which Raphael definitely felt he fell into at the moment. Honestly...what kind of third rate hero did he stumble upon? Just leaving him like that, did she honestly think he was going to be able to survive in here, he was almost done in by a spider! An one that had killed itself, as he was pretty sure his own feeble efforts had to say in its doom, he wasn't going disillusion himself with crap like that, thinking like that could get him killed and that was something definitely he didn't want to happen yet, he was still a virgin for god sake! What kind of man would he be if went to the pearly gates above within even one nice touch for himself? Not a proper one his puberty addled mind supplied, and as he turned to watch the girl walk away from him, his eyes travel south across her armour, Raphael came to a quick decision, grabbing onto his lifeline a little tighter. He began to run after the retreating back of the girl. "Hey! You can't just leave me here after saying things like that! Don't you think I already know stuff like that already, I was almost mauled to death by a giants spider, and only survived because it offed itself!" He yelled as he neared her, his hands finally resting on his shoulders. Taking a few moments to catch his breath from, his body hunched over slightly and gaze downward causing him sto totally miss the danger before them. "With all tha in mi-" Raphael's next word were caught in his throat as he looked up, the black sockets of a skeletal warrior locked directly onto his own eyes, and a cold shiver ran throughout his body. Fear swam throughout his body, way worse from when he had encountered the spider and Raphael silently cursed the gods above and his grandfather for his predicament. He was pretty sure it hadn't been a full hour yet, and he had already ran into a new heap of trouble and deadlier trouble from the looks of it. "H-Hey.."Raphael began, his voice trembling with effort, his gaze still locked upon the legion before him "You wouldn't have a extra sword or so would you, or maybe some hero magic that can get us out of this?" |
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| Alvino Castillon | Jun 23 2015, 05:22 PM Post #12 | |
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I stop suddenly as soon as the laughing begins. I haven't heard this one before, but I know the type. I can sense the near omnipotence that this voice has, and the way it seems to just boom overhead tells me everything I need to know about what's happening. As it speaks, as the world around me seems to twist and bend to its will, I know almost instantly that this isn't the usual run of the mill narrator, nor is it some mere writer. No, this voice is of a god, a master of the fates that exists to make my life a living Hell. I'm not even going to give that voice the satisfaction of responding to it. But then it mentions how that guy got the bruise and how he hit himself with the giant branch while fighting a spider and some shit. At that moment I just stop and nearly burst out into laughter, but I hold back the urge to laugh at such a stupid thing with every fiber of my being. It's not really polite to laugh; besides, I've done that a few times when I was in training. After recollecting myself and controlling my demeanor, I take a deep breath and glare up at the sky as it begins to talk about what is probably going to be my upcoming struggle with some horrible thing that will certainly make me look very very bad. "Damn it," I mutter at the voice. "Now I just feel bad for him." As I hear the guy's voice from behind me as he rushes to catch up, I make a decision that I really hope I won't regret or have to roll for. Even though I don't know this guy and he might even be a liability in my quest to the city of... whatever the fuck it's called, I might as well just go with him. Don't get me wrong though, I don't like him nor do I think he'll be much help in combat. Still, saving him from the forest is a good way to build up some basic reputation and start getting some work somewhere. I mean, fuck. I'm poor, homeless, and I totally slaughtered everyone that was ever mean to me in that village. Besides, he might notice something I won't or perhaps he can help me find someplace to rest up for the night. Or, he might be able to provide a distraction for the god damned skeletons this voice above has decided to throw at me. And there's eight of them. Fantastic. Fuck you too. "God damn it," I mutter. I suspect this is just karmic retribution for "being mean" but come on! He was leering at me! I know I look nice and yes I'm totally into girl- guys- fuck you, whatever, but jeez can't the guy have some sense of decency to NOT stare at me when I'm talking to him? And holding a sword which I could use to silence him forever, watching his blood spill out- "H-Hey..." I snap out of my very bloody reverie and spin to look over the guy struggling to comprehend the eight skeletons in front of us. "You wouldn't have a extra sword or so would you, or maybe some hero magic that can get us out of this?" I turn around and stare at the eight skeletons. Damn those big empty eyes of theirs. It's just so creepy! I take a few steps back and try to think up a strategy to take them all on- OH, WAIT. THEY HAVE SUPERIOR METAL ARMOR. Yeah, no direct attacks are gonna work and I'm pretty sure that hitting them with most of the basic magic I have will not help, save ice. Even that will be a problem though, since using magic does take up some energy and I'm fairly sure I don't have enough to take down eight fucking skeletons. Something tells me I'm good for six Freeze Incantations and I'm sure as shit gonna miss some of them. Plus the other skeletons will totally beat the shit out of me while I try to take on even one of them. However, an idea comes to my mind at that moment. What if I don't have to take on just one of them? What if I can pick them off one by one? Hell, maybe the new guy has a chance of taking on just one of these if he took on a giant spider. Yes it curled up and died but... well, whatever. "Well shit. Thank you very much you bloody sadist," I mumble to whatever force is up above. I sigh and shake my head, telling the other guy, "No extra swords. But I do have an idea involving running and regrouping to not have to get totally slaughtered. So, let's do part one and run!" At that moment I start backpedaling, keeping my eyes on the damn skeleton legion and yelling at the guy "Cover my rear! Tell me if I'm about to get sixed! Ah, I mean get hit from behind!" Edited by Alvino Castillon, Jun 23 2015, 07:52 PM.
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| Ayzek | Jun 24 2015, 04:34 AM Post #13 | |
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Way to go, l0z3rz. You just missed out on some good goddamn XP. And you have the balls to get mad at me? Jeez. I mean, they're only goddamn skeletons. What are they supposed to do? Skeleton you to death or something? Jeez. I mean. Just, jeez. I am so disappoint. What kinda heroes are you? Running from freaken skeletons. I mean. Jeez. I'm facepalming so hard. I mean. Goddamn. Running from skeletons. Just. Why. They're skeletons. Jeez. And they're wearing heavy-ass armor. Jeez. Omigod. You'd just need to give them one could kick and the goddamn things would double over dead. Omigod. Jeez. Omigod. Wow. Okay. I'll stop now. Seriously though. Running from skeletons. I'm laughing at your expense here. Don't even try to go back now. They won't be there. Just...follow the farmboy to his grandfather's or whatever. It's important. It'll advance the story and shit. .... .... .... ...but seriously? Running away? Goddamn. You poor ass excuse for an hero-adventurer-mercenary-warrior. Excuse me while I go roll on the floor and die of laughter. |
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| Alvino Castillon | Jun 24 2015, 09:55 PM Post #14 | |
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The moment that voice starts up again, I stop running entirely. I'm being chastised for running out ten meters ahead to get into a tree and ambush the fuckers like in the cool legends of the really cool heroes like Bruce the Almighty and Chuck Norris. Yeah we have Chuck Norris. Whaddya gonna do about it? Anyways, the voice seems to be mocking me for running away. From a skeleton legion. And now I'm getting mocked for the undead, because apparently kicking them once and making them fall down is enough to kill them. Yeah, they're called undead for a reason. Cause they died, and came back to life. UN. DEAD. And this mother fucker thinks kicking them is enough! Now I know I'm being toyed with by this voice. "Oh yeah okay. I'm the idiot. They're fucking undead and I'm the insane one for running from them," I say aloud to that damned voice. "Fine. I'll just go back and kick them till they die! Then-" Don't even try to go back now. They won't be there. Just...follow the farmboy to his grandfather's or whatever. It's important. It'll advance the story and shit. ...I fucking hate my life. I listen as the voice calls me a poor ass excuse for a hero and then goes to laugh at my expense. That just drives me mad. I'm... I'M SO MAD DAMN IT! I'M GONNA KILL THAT FUCK! "OH FUCK YOU TOO!" I scream out. "HAHA, SO FUNNY! WELL GUESS WHAT? WHEN I FIND YOU, I'M GONNA... I'm gonna..." The gem caught my eye as it flies in the air, dangling by the thread that is my necklace. Just the sight of it calms me down enough for me to recognize the facts. This damn whatever has more than enough power to screw with me. In fact, it'd probably send something worse if I keep pushing my luck. Like a... a demon? Or snakes. I hate snakes. No seriously, fuck those things. FUCK SNAKES MAN. OR DEMON SNAKES! OR- "Focus," I mutter to myself, bopping my head a few times. Not the time to let my imagination go insane. This is a blessing in disguise right now. Frankly, I've been running out of supplies for a while and now I have a proper opening to get some more things. Of course, that means going with that perv. I don't even know how much more time there is to go before we could find a way out, so it could be quite some time with this guy. So, do I really want to deal with a leering farmhand to "grandpa's house" or would I rather defy this voice and probably get into an even larger amount of trouble? Monsters or pervs? Equally shitty choices. I sigh and pull out a gold coin and flip it in the air. Heads, bye perv. Tails, I guess I'm going with him. I snatch the coin as it's falling and smack it against my other wrist. It comes up tails and I find myself groaning a bit. Either way, I'm pretty much at a loss so... "Damn it. Whatever." I turn around and fold my arms as I tell the farmhand, "Alright fine. Let's get you out of this stupid place and to your grandfather's. Do you know which way to go? Even a general orientational direction like North, South, East, or West would be good." |
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| Austlen | Jun 26 2015, 02:40 PM Post #15 | |
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Raphael could feel the doubt growing in his mind as the wannabe be hero finished talking, even though he had been a few feet away, he had still heard her talking to somebody, and he was pretty sure it wasn't the skeletons they had been running from. Those things had looked more likely to cleave them in two than talk, and he was definitely sure they wouldn't have taken kindly to the words just uttered. He scowled internally, it was just his luck he was found by the unstable hero, pretty but still unstable from his view point at the moment. Perhaps it was a side effect of being one? Slowly losing your mental capabilities with each day you fought on? He doubted it, but he never personally met a hero, so it could still hold some truth, and if he went with that theory, she had to at least be competent and honestly she was his only hope at the moment, all there or not. He had already decided to go with her anyway, Raphael only hoped now that decision didn't bite him in the ass...or lop of his arm in this instance, fucking skeletons with huge ass swords. Now that he thought about it, how the hell did they lift those things anyway, their just bone for god's sakes! Shifting his shoulder, Raphael winced slightly, he had scraped his shoulder while running but it didn't feel like anything major, and would probably be annoying him for the rest of the trip if he didn't look at it soon, he had seen a few ointments in his pack that could possibly heal him, he at least had enough skill in that area to heal his own wounds, and he felt a smidgen of pride in that, he couldn't fight worth for shit but at least he could help himself from the injuries he suffered at least. Testing his shoulder one more time, Raphael winced immediately. He definitely had to look at that soon, and with that final internal monologue he turned his full attention to his newly tinted travelling companion, and blushed slightly at the little slip of skin that was exposed from her running, she loo- "Uhm yes..." He began, immediately crushing his previous train of thought, he had better things to think of than how good she look with a little sheen of sweat on her body. "Not really? I've sort of lost any kind of a which direction is which, waking up in a middle of a forest with no idea how you got there sort of does that...perhaps telling you could help, I'm from the town of Grey Skull..have you ever heard of it? Though that would be unlikely...it mostly just a small farming village...." |
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