RPG
Introduction
In the distant future the world is a desolate wasteland. Cities now stand in ruins and humanity lives on, faced with starvation and strife. Every year the sound of a bell can be heard from the horizon. It rings once, then twice, calling those who would listen to its eerie melody. It is said that those who follow the sound are taken to a faraway place, a paradise where life and death do not exist, to a time when the world was rich and vibrant with life. One amongst thousands who make it to this place is then chosen to become god. Their wish made true, the soil made fertile, or if they desired, the massacre of those who remain.
You are one of the few who have heard the bell. What happens next is up to you.
Introduction
Welcome to A World’s End RP. You play a character in a post-apocalyptic world who for one reason or another decides to follow the mysterious sound of a bell which can only be heard once a year.
The objective of this RP is to complete five trials called "Reflections" which will pit your character against others for the ultimate goal of becoming god. These trials are located in the "Realm of Spirits" an alternate world where the character’s soul is taken to after following the sound of the bell. The character arrives in this alternate world wearing the clothes they had before they arrived, carrying a weapon that represents their personality.
The trials themselves are a place such as a city or a small island that has objectives the character must fulfill to move on to the next stage. As one progresses through the trials the objectives will be increasingly difficult to complete.
Character Sheet
Everyone starts out with abilities and powers of an average human and will overtime build up their own specialized powers and equipment. I will allow people to post pictures for their character’s physical description. Once approved you are good to post when the trials begin.
Sample Character Sheet
Name:
Gender:
Age:
Random Statistics: (Height, weight, eye color, dislikes, likes, etc….)
Physical Description:
Personality Description:
Powers, Abilities, and Skills: (You begin with one [level 1] ability or power.)
Equipment: (You begin with one [level 1] equipment and however many [Level 0] equipment you wish.)
History: (At least three paragraphs about what your character doing before he or she was whisked away or their general history.)
Power Scale
Level 0||Items that give no special benefits. Examples of these are clothes and trinkets such as a pocket watch.
Level 1||These are general skills that any average person can acquire through time and training. Competency in marksmanship, martial arts, trap making, tracking fall into this category. Weapons are limited to primitive melee and range weapons. (Swords, Knives, Bows and Arrows)
Level 2||Genius level, one in a million, mastery of a particular martial art or marksmanship. The start of magical or supernatural powers, like sparking a little leaf on fire. Primitive guns(like muskets) and ancient flame throwers can now be used.
Level 3|| You can now throw fireballs and other simple spells though expect to be exhausted if used frequently. Telekinesis is available to the point that it can stop a bullet and characters are able to lift objects several times their weight. All manner of modern weapons are now available, mines, sniper rifles, and night vision goggles.
Level 4||Magic is at the level where you can fire homing fire balls, summon familiars to aid you in combat, and perform complex rituals which can trap and entangle your foes. Psychics can now create metaphysical weapons out of thin air and enchanted weapons such as guns and swords are available.
Level 5||You can destroy and create whole mountains at a snap of your fingers. The skies darken at your presence and technology is so advanced its almost magical. This is the highest level anyone can achieve in this RP and expect it to be hard to get.
The Reward System
At the end of each trial players will be given a set of new abilities or weapons based on the criteria below. I will send a private message to players at the end of the trial on how many and what level of powers and weapons they can get. Afterwards, they are to send me a private message of their newly acquired powers and equipment for me to approve. Players do not need to update their character profile once their powers and equipment are approved. This allows people to keep their new talents hidden for the next trial.
Activity: Activity is based on how active you are in the thread. This has nothing to do with the number of posts. Rather it's how well you developed your character in the trial.
Creativity: Creativity is how your character tackles problems he or she faces. This may be taking a different approach to battle or simply finding a way to cross a river.
Combat Prowess: Combat Prowess is how well you fight other players and npcs. It takes a look at your abilities, weapons, tactics, and how well you take into consideration your opponent's actions.
Description: Description is essential so that the readers are never confused as to where or what your character is doing. Fanciful and superfluous words are discouraged. Clarity is what players should strive for.
The Rebirth System
When a character dies their body bursts apart in a flash of light and pieces of their soul fly outwards as iridescent globes. These globes congregate in special locations in each trial called "Sanctuaries" where the character is reborn as good as new. Characters can only be reborn in Sanctuaries they've passed before they died and can choose which Sanctuary they wish to be reborn at. If a character hasn’t passed any Sanctuaries they are relocated to where they were in the beginning of the trial. There is one drawback to dying, however, characters who are reborn will not remember the time after they passed that particular Sanctuary.
Ranking System
Each character will have a tattoo on their body that will be numbered based on the cumulative strength of their powers and weapons. Number one would therefore have the most powerful array of powers and weapons at their disposal. There is only one exception to this rule. When a characters defeats a character that has a higher number than their own, they will swap numbers. The design of the tattoo is unique for each person and whenever two characters are within a few meters of one another it will radiant a bluish light.
Rank
4. ???
144. Warren
375. Charles
648. Danielle
737. Angel
800. Logan
961. Alexandria
Combat System
If you encounter another player you must notify them ahead of time if you mean to attack them. They don’t have to agree to be in the fight, but they have to know that you are attacking them. This is to prevent attacks on people who happen to be away on vacation or of a similar situation where they can’t post.
We will be using what is called an open system combat when it comes to combat. You throw an attack and your opponent decides whether it hits and how much it will hurt. If one player feels like the other is playing unfairly, inform me and I will resolve the issue.
Random Encounter
Throughout the trials your character will face monsters or environmental disasters like a rock slide. These are called "Random Encounters" and will appear from time to time. You are not allowed to kill monsters from these Random Encounters unless informed so by a game master. How your character deals with these encounters is up to you, but be sure to take into account that they will happen, often when you least expect it.
Non-playable Characters
Players are free to create their own NPCs, but take note that NPCs aren’t exclusive. Anyone can take control of the NPCs you create. As a general rule of thumb, it is polite to ask a person through the OCC or PMs before you take control of an NPC they created. You do not need to submit a character sheet for an NPC, but I do reserve the right to void out posts you make if I believe you are playing unfairly.
Frequently Asked Questions
Can I put multiple abilities as one power?
Yes, you can put multiple abilities into one power, but keep in mind that it will be weaker than those that specialize.
Ex.
[Level 1] Athletic
I'm good at running and swimming.
[Level 1] Athletic 2
I'm only good at running.
Athletic 2 will be faster then Athletic if it comes to a foot race.
When I die does my weapon get reborn with me?
Yes, in this game your weapon is actually a part of your soul. So when you die it will be reborn as good as new right beside you.
What happens to people who fail a trial? & Can I still join even after a trial starts?
I will allow late characters and characters who have failed the previous trial’s objective to join the current trial.
When will each trial start?
Each trial will begin as soon as I write up the thing and there is at least five to six people ready to go.
Starting Date for the First Trial:
September 10, 2010 at 6:00pm Pacific Time (US & Canada).
Rules
0) The plot is more important than any character.
1) Write no more than 800 words (1 page) and no less than 200 words (two paragraphs) per post.
2) Make every detail count – don’t fluff it up, but do make it sound interesting.
3) Post every other day, there should be a twenty four hours between your posts.
4) Avoid contradictions, and correct them if you are made aware of them.
5) Spelling and grammar make everyone happy.
6) Talk things out with others over PM or in OOC when involving their characters.
7) Be respectful of other players.
8) If there is an issue with god modding inform me.
1) Write no more than 800 words (1 page) and no less than 200 words (two paragraphs) per post.
2) Make every detail count – don’t fluff it up, but do make it sound interesting.
3) Post every other day, there should be a twenty four hours between your posts.
4) Avoid contradictions, and correct them if you are made aware of them.
5) Spelling and grammar make everyone happy.
6) Talk things out with others over PM or in OOC when involving their characters.
7) Be respectful of other players.
8) If there is an issue with god modding inform me.
Reviews
22/30
Characterization: Proficient
Plot: Advanced
Depth: Proficient
Style: Proficient
Mechanics: Proficient
Overall: Advanced
ViceVersus wrote:Well, first of all let me say I am very impressed with Asperser, the GM of this roleplay. He (I'm assuming you're a he, when you read this and if you're not then my most sincere apologies) may be new to Gateway itself, but from the way he's handled setting up this RP, getting interest, and executing it speaks volumes to how much experience he's had making these sorts of RPs. Right off the bat I was struck by the picture in the introduction. I'm not sure where you got it or how heavily it was edited, but I was most impressed. Anyways, there are a lot of post-apocalyptic RPs out there, but what set this one apart was the bell. It made the RP feel unique, which (to be honest) nooooot a lot of RPs can do. The story treatment is brief, succinct, explains things well. The rest of the introduction flows nicely and the reader starts to think -- "Man! I could really get into this!" The addition of Power Scales and the Reward System not only gives the RP much needed structure, but gives the characters 'monkeybars' of sorts to swing themselves up with, instead of doing what loads of RPs will, and just letting the characters mill around on ground level. Moving on to the characters and body of the RP itself -- as you're all aware, we can't go past the first page of an RP. Therefore, I'm gaging the following based on what I read of character profiles as well as those odd posts I could read here and there. TheCharismaticCryo, zewei, Kallas Redwater, Glitchybugger, Fisk, Jman2220, X-07, and eextreme -- I don't know you guys. I've never seen you around, never really read your work but for the most part I was impressed. You all have a good command of the English language. What few grammatical things I saw were the usual writer's bane -- the sort of thing that can only go away from remembering and practice, not really more tutelage. I can't speak to character development this early (that, and the fact that I can't read more than one page) but for the greater part, the character profiles were well structured, detailed, and sounded interesting. Credit to the character skeleton, actually, for that sort of thing. I've said it like three times but I'll say it again -- I was very impressed. The only reason this isn't getting more 'advanced' commentary from me is, as I said, I cannot read past the first page. However, when you start with a GM who so obviously knows what they are doing, the only real direction you can go is up. Thank you for your time.
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Faolan Ciaran played by Laughing_Prophet
A young man with Irish heritage, on his way to power and glory.
Sayuri "Blue" Sakura played by Mazikeen
"Blue Sakura", a delicate flower that's more dangerous than she appears.
Alexandria Franz played by Glitchybugger
The optimistic swordsman who would rather make friends than fight.
An artistic and critical marksman, with an unoptomistic mind-set towards the creative arts.
Logan Trive played by Jman2220
Why would you want to be normal? Being abnormal just makes you that much stronger.
Danielle Curtis played by RubyCrown
A short , average girl with a shy personality hiding a promise of a painful bite if provoked.
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Post Apocalyptic Earth is where everything begins. It is where your character was born and raised until the time they heard the bell. This is a place absent of magical or supernatural powers. And as far as your character remember this is how the world has always looked, barren and dead.
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You begin your journey on a mysterious island in the middle the ocean after a strange dream.
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OOC Notes
It is a long walk across the scorched earth. With each step forward it feels as if you have made no progress at all. While the nights were next to freezing, the days felt as if you could catch on fire at any moment. It had only been a few hours since sunrise and Charles had already drank most of his water. It was stupid of him and he admitted it, but it would be better to dehydrate later than sooner. However, unless he could get a hold of some more water, that later will come much sooner. Minutes passed by but to Charles they felt like hours, suddenly he saw something in the distance that gave him hope. Without missing a beat, he broke into a run.
He finally got near enough to the building to read the sign that hung above it. Quickstop the sign read. At one point in the past, this was a place that sold off necessities for the same prices as luxuries and the people of the past paid for them without hesitation. Someone living in the end times would call those people foolish, but Charles didnt have time to question the motives of the past. He walked in and almost fell to his knees at the sight in front of him. This gas station was almost untouched, there was food on the shelves and almost directly across the store from Charles was a fridge full of water. He sprinted across the floor and swung open the fridge, of course without power the water was warm, but that didnt bother Charles one bit. He grabbed a bottle at random and ripped it open. He swilled a small taste in his mouth to see if it tasted off, the water was perfect. He chugged down the rest of the bottle and began grabbing others and placing them in a bag.
He carried a huge smile on his face when the bag was filled to the brim with water, all he needed now was a larger jug so he could pour the water into that and be less encumbered in his travels. His smiled disappeared when he heard the sound of a shotgun pump behind him. "Drop the bag and turn around slowly." a voice said behind him. Charles did as he was told and turned around. He saw an old man holding up a rusted shotgun to his face. "All I wanted was some water" Charles pointed out. "I didnt mean to take from your supply." The old man lowered the shotgun a bit but not completely. "All of you damn scavenger rats are the same. You think youre entitled to everything, now get the hell out of here before I give you a third eye socket." Charles kept his hands raised as he exited the building and walked away thirstier than before.
He finally got near enough to the building to read the sign that hung above it. Quickstop the sign read. At one point in the past, this was a place that sold off necessities for the same prices as luxuries and the people of the past paid for them without hesitation. Someone living in the end times would call those people foolish, but Charles didnt have time to question the motives of the past. He walked in and almost fell to his knees at the sight in front of him. This gas station was almost untouched, there was food on the shelves and almost directly across the store from Charles was a fridge full of water. He sprinted across the floor and swung open the fridge, of course without power the water was warm, but that didnt bother Charles one bit. He grabbed a bottle at random and ripped it open. He swilled a small taste in his mouth to see if it tasted off, the water was perfect. He chugged down the rest of the bottle and began grabbing others and placing them in a bag.
He carried a huge smile on his face when the bag was filled to the brim with water, all he needed now was a larger jug so he could pour the water into that and be less encumbered in his travels. His smiled disappeared when he heard the sound of a shotgun pump behind him. "Drop the bag and turn around slowly." a voice said behind him. Charles did as he was told and turned around. He saw an old man holding up a rusted shotgun to his face. "All I wanted was some water" Charles pointed out. "I didnt mean to take from your supply." The old man lowered the shotgun a bit but not completely. "All of you damn scavenger rats are the same. You think youre entitled to everything, now get the hell out of here before I give you a third eye socket." Charles kept his hands raised as he exited the building and walked away thirstier than before.
OOC Notes
"Ugh.... I thought the world would look nicer than this.. It seemed so nice in those paintings back at home, with the green grass and nice trees. Too bad something made it like this, but like mother said all the time, enjoy what you have, not what you don't." Alexandria was quietly talking to herself as she slowly walked through the nearly completely empty streets of a random city she had been passing through, her boots making a soft thudding sound with each step while her sword was tightly tied to her hip in case someone tried to attack her, it had happened several times already while she was walking around like she was now.
She looked down at herself for a second, her clothing was starting to get dirty now that she had been walking for a good six hours, so stopping somewhere to rest would be a nice idea. "I have a bad feeling that if I stop somewhere I'm going to get attacked... So I better keep going until I feel like it's safe." Once again, Alexandria was talking to herself, formulating a little plan for the day and readying herself to follow this plan as well as she could, at least until she could find some place that was safe anyway... At the moment the area didn't seem safe at all, she could even hear the shuffling of feet, that suggested that people were nearby and either hiding in their little makeshift houses until the stranger left, or it was a group of assailants waiting for the perfect moment to attack someone who was all on their own without any kind of help available. Alexandria hopped it was the former, as there was less to worry about then.
Further walking lead Alexandria out of the city and down a long stretch of road, it seemed like just walking down that road would be fruitless if she didn't have anything to eat or drink on the way. Regardless of the recently thought of fact, Alexandria had faith that there would be a few people along the way who would be living in and running the places where people in the past would stop and purchase food and drink, if they were decent people, she would be able to get a little bit to last her for the rest of her journey... Following a single bell could be an annoying task even at the best of times. I really hope that this bell leads to giving me and everyone else in the world a much better life, so long as the stories are true. But I will find out if that is true or not when I finally get to it.
She looked down at herself for a second, her clothing was starting to get dirty now that she had been walking for a good six hours, so stopping somewhere to rest would be a nice idea. "I have a bad feeling that if I stop somewhere I'm going to get attacked... So I better keep going until I feel like it's safe." Once again, Alexandria was talking to herself, formulating a little plan for the day and readying herself to follow this plan as well as she could, at least until she could find some place that was safe anyway... At the moment the area didn't seem safe at all, she could even hear the shuffling of feet, that suggested that people were nearby and either hiding in their little makeshift houses until the stranger left, or it was a group of assailants waiting for the perfect moment to attack someone who was all on their own without any kind of help available. Alexandria hopped it was the former, as there was less to worry about then.
Further walking lead Alexandria out of the city and down a long stretch of road, it seemed like just walking down that road would be fruitless if she didn't have anything to eat or drink on the way. Regardless of the recently thought of fact, Alexandria had faith that there would be a few people along the way who would be living in and running the places where people in the past would stop and purchase food and drink, if they were decent people, she would be able to get a little bit to last her for the rest of her journey... Following a single bell could be an annoying task even at the best of times. I really hope that this bell leads to giving me and everyone else in the world a much better life, so long as the stories are true. But I will find out if that is true or not when I finally get to it.
OOC Notes
"Have faith, boyo... For the time of your reckoning is at hand, and from here to Fiddler's Green, you shall forever rest in my heart and soul. Until I die, of course. Then we're both screwed, eh?" The cracked hands held the Blacksmithing hammer tight in their grip. It had been some time before Faolan even heard another living creature's cry or call. Now he stood over the cowering, cornered rat-like creature with a crazed expression about his face. the hammer swung swiftly and ended the creature's life by way of crushed skull. It was a meagre meal, but if Faolan was to survive, something else needed to die. It had always worked that way, and so it was.
"Perhaps, if the stories are true, I'll change all that. When I find whatever power is at the source of these feckin' bells... Maybe then I'll find some way to magic food from air, like one of those... What-are-they-called's... Alchemists. Yeah. Them." The evening wind swept through the patches of dried grass and craggy rocks like a ghost. Leaving barely a trace of it's passing save the gentle sway and lean of the taller grass stalks. The Irishman sat back against the inside of the night's chosen cave and made the most of his pathetic meal. The next morning would bring nothing but more bleak sky, craggy rocks, dead lands, and empty ruins. He knew this, but what else could he do? He had already tried ignoring the call once and it ended up with his being dumped on a Sanctuary. The only thing left to do now was slog forward. So he would curl up in a ball, shed a few tears for the fallen, and fall asleep in his temporary domicile.
The light of the sun shone harshly through the bleak clouds that hung like vultures in the grey sky. Faolan made ready to move under the tireless gaze of that single, glowing point that blotted out the millions upon billions of others that would otherwise shine in the sky. The greedy sun blotted out their own light to shine the brightest. Running it's harsh, cruel regime of forced will upon their dust ball of a planet for millions of years.
"Maybe I'll fix that, too... Damned sun." Faolan mumbled to himself as he hopped over a small chasm. It was still early in the morning, and the last thing any sane person would expect to find would be another city, "There it is though..." he mumbled his thoughts aloud. Immediately dropping to a crouch and moving cautiously, he peeked over a low, poor excuse for a bush. Slowly his hammer made it's way into his right hand, still covered in dried blood from last night's meal. He held it toward the tool's head, to off-balance it and made it easier to move with. There was definitely some kind of recent activity in there. He could pick out spots where barrels burned with refuse, and windows were freshly boarded up. He wasn't much one for socialization back home, but out for so long with no contact whatsoever he was rather starved for it. That isn't to say he was dumb enough to go leaping into the city with arms thrown high shouting at people for attention. It did, however seep poisonous, dangerous thoughts of hope that he could find converastion down there. Company to spend the night with and people to interact with outside of sword, stick, or fist. Such fleeting hopes could get him into serious trouble, possibly killed. But he allowed them for now. no sense depriving yourself of some hope every now and again...
At least that was what he reasoned with himself as he made his way down the rocky slope toward the ruined city.
"Perhaps, if the stories are true, I'll change all that. When I find whatever power is at the source of these feckin' bells... Maybe then I'll find some way to magic food from air, like one of those... What-are-they-called's... Alchemists. Yeah. Them." The evening wind swept through the patches of dried grass and craggy rocks like a ghost. Leaving barely a trace of it's passing save the gentle sway and lean of the taller grass stalks. The Irishman sat back against the inside of the night's chosen cave and made the most of his pathetic meal. The next morning would bring nothing but more bleak sky, craggy rocks, dead lands, and empty ruins. He knew this, but what else could he do? He had already tried ignoring the call once and it ended up with his being dumped on a Sanctuary. The only thing left to do now was slog forward. So he would curl up in a ball, shed a few tears for the fallen, and fall asleep in his temporary domicile.
The light of the sun shone harshly through the bleak clouds that hung like vultures in the grey sky. Faolan made ready to move under the tireless gaze of that single, glowing point that blotted out the millions upon billions of others that would otherwise shine in the sky. The greedy sun blotted out their own light to shine the brightest. Running it's harsh, cruel regime of forced will upon their dust ball of a planet for millions of years.
"Maybe I'll fix that, too... Damned sun." Faolan mumbled to himself as he hopped over a small chasm. It was still early in the morning, and the last thing any sane person would expect to find would be another city, "There it is though..." he mumbled his thoughts aloud. Immediately dropping to a crouch and moving cautiously, he peeked over a low, poor excuse for a bush. Slowly his hammer made it's way into his right hand, still covered in dried blood from last night's meal. He held it toward the tool's head, to off-balance it and made it easier to move with. There was definitely some kind of recent activity in there. He could pick out spots where barrels burned with refuse, and windows were freshly boarded up. He wasn't much one for socialization back home, but out for so long with no contact whatsoever he was rather starved for it. That isn't to say he was dumb enough to go leaping into the city with arms thrown high shouting at people for attention. It did, however seep poisonous, dangerous thoughts of hope that he could find converastion down there. Company to spend the night with and people to interact with outside of sword, stick, or fist. Such fleeting hopes could get him into serious trouble, possibly killed. But he allowed them for now. no sense depriving yourself of some hope every now and again...
At least that was what he reasoned with himself as he made his way down the rocky slope toward the ruined city.
OOC Notes
As he continued east, Charles noticed dark clouds brewing in the distance. Rain, people around here seemed to love it when it rained. Charles couldn't understand why people loved it so much, of course in the short run it was nice, it was cool, refreshing, and it could provide a small water supply for a day or two. But no one seemed to think about the long term effects like humidity and mosquitoes. Perhaps it was just the simple things in life that kept people happy, although in times like these, there was no such thing as bliss, no matter how ignorant you were. Either way, Charles needed to find shelter quickly as spending time in the rain would only warrant a cold, and that was something very few people could afford.
He eventually came upon a large, one story building, St. Antonio's Elementary the letters hanging on the wall read, the twin doors creaked as Charles stepped inside the dusty building. His heavy footsteps echoes across the empty halls as he looked from room to room, desks toppled over, chalkboards filled with lesson plans that will never be taught, but the one thing that made Charles waiver, the one thing that stood out in this whole building, was a coat rack. On this rack were several small little coats and jackets, winter clothes that will never be worn. No one can really say who is to blame for the world ending up the way it has, but whoever is to blame has no justification for taking innocent lives. The water began to fall outside, the raindrops were quite loud hitting the roof and walls of this empty building.
Charles huddled himself up in the corner of the room, letting the rainfall outside lull him into sleep. He let his thoughts wander around and found himself coming back to the coats. Life in this time was not fair, he would be the first to admit that, but at the very least he and the others living this life have a chance. The owners of these jackets never had a chance, it was taken from them without even allowing them a possibility of fighting back. Some people blame God for the current condition of the world, at this moment Charles denied that claim. A god could never be merciless enough to do such a thing, this was indeed the work of a devil.
He eventually came upon a large, one story building, St. Antonio's Elementary the letters hanging on the wall read, the twin doors creaked as Charles stepped inside the dusty building. His heavy footsteps echoes across the empty halls as he looked from room to room, desks toppled over, chalkboards filled with lesson plans that will never be taught, but the one thing that made Charles waiver, the one thing that stood out in this whole building, was a coat rack. On this rack were several small little coats and jackets, winter clothes that will never be worn. No one can really say who is to blame for the world ending up the way it has, but whoever is to blame has no justification for taking innocent lives. The water began to fall outside, the raindrops were quite loud hitting the roof and walls of this empty building.
Charles huddled himself up in the corner of the room, letting the rainfall outside lull him into sleep. He let his thoughts wander around and found himself coming back to the coats. Life in this time was not fair, he would be the first to admit that, but at the very least he and the others living this life have a chance. The owners of these jackets never had a chance, it was taken from them without even allowing them a possibility of fighting back. Some people blame God for the current condition of the world, at this moment Charles denied that claim. A god could never be merciless enough to do such a thing, this was indeed the work of a devil.
OOC Notes
'Breath in... breath out... breath in... breath out.... Now.'
The twang of a bowstring was heard, followed by a large squeal of an iguana and the sound of the lizard's body dropping to the floor.
Masi grinned victoriously as he ran to his kill, instantly picking it up by the arrow that was shot into it. The lizard was no larger then his hand, but it contained valuable meat, meat that he can take and consume, once cooked. He looked up at the sky, worried that one of those accursed shadow birds would swoop down, stealing his kill before he could bring it back home.
A stinging pain instantly jolted him into his senses, and he looked down at his hand, cursing the lizard that dare bit into his flesh. With a cry out outrage, he took another arrow from his back and stabbed it directly into the creature's neck, killing it instantly. His breath was ragged, harsh as he pried the jaws open, looking at the two small puncture wounds in his hand in worry.
"Shit, there's blood now." Masi said to himself and would run thru the swampy forest, his form darting in between dead trees, taking a route that he was far familiar with, having traveled his home for all his life. He avoided the puddles of water, circling around them as his footsteps were silent, muffled by the countless dead leaves that were on the forest floor. He was obvious of the dangers in the forest, blood is a sign of weakness, his father used to say. Blood attracts predators, but it is not the predators that is to be worried, it is the disease in the water, along with the giant flies that would be attracted by it's scent.
He thanked his birth sign under the stars that he met neither predator nor flies, and the sight of his stone and cement hut was a welcome change to him. He quickly opened the door and hurriedly closed it again, disabling the arrow trap that he had set earlier before leaving. He entered then, throwing the dead lizard on the table as he secured the door by pushing the table against it. The hut was a small one, having only four rooms, but it was enough for him. The walls were unpainted, and many cracks can be seen on the cement. Plants grew in boxes, near a small window, where his father had once purchased fertile soil in the market from.
It was here where Masi rushed towards, quickly plucking a few leaves and throwing them into his mouth. He chewed, the bitter taste making his cheeks shrink, and soon, spat the paste onto his wound. Wrapping it up with a bandage, he sighed, finally resting as he laid down on the floor.
"Sixth injury this month." he said, shaking his head before picking himself up. Night would come soon, and he needs to be prepared. He looked at a section of the hut, where the roof had partially collapsed, and checked the remaining rainwater that he had gathered. he still had half a pot left. That would be enough for two days. Taking the pouch from his side, he emptied what water he took from a dirty stream onto a series of cloth, a filter system where a pot was laid to catch whatever water he could obtain.
He pondered back to his life, as he took a piece of firewood to start a fire, cooking the lizard that he had killed. It had been 4 years since his father had died. Since his mother had moved out, and was never seen again. 4 years of living in total solitude, a life that he was forced to grow accustomed to. It was evening, and the small insects, noisy as they are but yet near impossible to find would start to sing, creating the forest melody that he learned to enjoy.
Yet, this evening was special, for the sounds of a bell, giant in size, rang out loud and clear. Once. Twice.
Masi frowned as he heard the unusual sound. "So, it's that time of the year again."
When his mother and father used to be alive, they speak of stories, and of the legend of the bell. Those who follow the sound are taken to a faraway place, a paradise where life and death do not exist, to a time when the world was rich and vibrant with life. One amongst thousands who make it to this place is then chosen to become god.
So why don't they all go follow the bell? He used to ask.
His father would laugh, telling Masi that all is not what it seem, for if it was true, then why isn't the world a better place? It is but a hollow dream, and that he is content with the life that he has, with his son and mother.
That was before the tragic accident, and before his death. Masi could recall that every single year, without fail, the bell would toil out. But yet, the reason of why eluded him. His thoughts turmoil within himself, considering the life of what safety he has now, and the life of an unknown.
In the end, only one thought made his mind up.
"Be it death or godhood that awaits me... I shall seek my father in death."
His desire born, his spirit awakened, he ate his meal in silence and proceeded to pack. A leather pouch to hold items, a water container filled to the brim with odd tasting, but safe rain water. A quiver of arrows, his wooden bow and bowstring, a skinning knife. His clothes, no need for spares... and a brown woolen fisherman hat. A quiver of arrows, in a quick count, held 20 in total. Twenty two after he had cleaned his recently used arrows.
He's ready now. 4 years of isolation, and he's ready. Yet, as he turned to leave, a feeling of great hesitance filled him. He's forgetting something... For reasons even he was not sure, he carved a message on the table for the future inhabitants of the hut with his knife, ending it with Masi was here.
Perhaps that's it... he felt better now, after leaving a mark on humanity before he died. Masi left his home, and never looked back.
"The bell ran out from the south east, and to the south east, i shall go."
In the night, a pale figure would work his way thru the swampy forest for the last time, as crows sang their parting song to him.
The twang of a bowstring was heard, followed by a large squeal of an iguana and the sound of the lizard's body dropping to the floor.
Masi grinned victoriously as he ran to his kill, instantly picking it up by the arrow that was shot into it. The lizard was no larger then his hand, but it contained valuable meat, meat that he can take and consume, once cooked. He looked up at the sky, worried that one of those accursed shadow birds would swoop down, stealing his kill before he could bring it back home.
A stinging pain instantly jolted him into his senses, and he looked down at his hand, cursing the lizard that dare bit into his flesh. With a cry out outrage, he took another arrow from his back and stabbed it directly into the creature's neck, killing it instantly. His breath was ragged, harsh as he pried the jaws open, looking at the two small puncture wounds in his hand in worry.
"Shit, there's blood now." Masi said to himself and would run thru the swampy forest, his form darting in between dead trees, taking a route that he was far familiar with, having traveled his home for all his life. He avoided the puddles of water, circling around them as his footsteps were silent, muffled by the countless dead leaves that were on the forest floor. He was obvious of the dangers in the forest, blood is a sign of weakness, his father used to say. Blood attracts predators, but it is not the predators that is to be worried, it is the disease in the water, along with the giant flies that would be attracted by it's scent.
He thanked his birth sign under the stars that he met neither predator nor flies, and the sight of his stone and cement hut was a welcome change to him. He quickly opened the door and hurriedly closed it again, disabling the arrow trap that he had set earlier before leaving. He entered then, throwing the dead lizard on the table as he secured the door by pushing the table against it. The hut was a small one, having only four rooms, but it was enough for him. The walls were unpainted, and many cracks can be seen on the cement. Plants grew in boxes, near a small window, where his father had once purchased fertile soil in the market from.
It was here where Masi rushed towards, quickly plucking a few leaves and throwing them into his mouth. He chewed, the bitter taste making his cheeks shrink, and soon, spat the paste onto his wound. Wrapping it up with a bandage, he sighed, finally resting as he laid down on the floor.
"Sixth injury this month." he said, shaking his head before picking himself up. Night would come soon, and he needs to be prepared. He looked at a section of the hut, where the roof had partially collapsed, and checked the remaining rainwater that he had gathered. he still had half a pot left. That would be enough for two days. Taking the pouch from his side, he emptied what water he took from a dirty stream onto a series of cloth, a filter system where a pot was laid to catch whatever water he could obtain.
He pondered back to his life, as he took a piece of firewood to start a fire, cooking the lizard that he had killed. It had been 4 years since his father had died. Since his mother had moved out, and was never seen again. 4 years of living in total solitude, a life that he was forced to grow accustomed to. It was evening, and the small insects, noisy as they are but yet near impossible to find would start to sing, creating the forest melody that he learned to enjoy.
Yet, this evening was special, for the sounds of a bell, giant in size, rang out loud and clear. Once. Twice.
Masi frowned as he heard the unusual sound. "So, it's that time of the year again."
When his mother and father used to be alive, they speak of stories, and of the legend of the bell. Those who follow the sound are taken to a faraway place, a paradise where life and death do not exist, to a time when the world was rich and vibrant with life. One amongst thousands who make it to this place is then chosen to become god.
So why don't they all go follow the bell? He used to ask.
His father would laugh, telling Masi that all is not what it seem, for if it was true, then why isn't the world a better place? It is but a hollow dream, and that he is content with the life that he has, with his son and mother.
That was before the tragic accident, and before his death. Masi could recall that every single year, without fail, the bell would toil out. But yet, the reason of why eluded him. His thoughts turmoil within himself, considering the life of what safety he has now, and the life of an unknown.
In the end, only one thought made his mind up.
"Be it death or godhood that awaits me... I shall seek my father in death."
His desire born, his spirit awakened, he ate his meal in silence and proceeded to pack. A leather pouch to hold items, a water container filled to the brim with odd tasting, but safe rain water. A quiver of arrows, his wooden bow and bowstring, a skinning knife. His clothes, no need for spares... and a brown woolen fisherman hat. A quiver of arrows, in a quick count, held 20 in total. Twenty two after he had cleaned his recently used arrows.
He's ready now. 4 years of isolation, and he's ready. Yet, as he turned to leave, a feeling of great hesitance filled him. He's forgetting something... For reasons even he was not sure, he carved a message on the table for the future inhabitants of the hut with his knife, ending it with Masi was here.
Perhaps that's it... he felt better now, after leaving a mark on humanity before he died. Masi left his home, and never looked back.
"The bell ran out from the south east, and to the south east, i shall go."
In the night, a pale figure would work his way thru the swampy forest for the last time, as crows sang their parting song to him.
OOC Notes
It fell, from it's mothers hand, a lone disobidient child plumets through the air. Twirling incessantly, it saw the world before it clear as crystal. It saw the green mold that crept up the porous concrete, it saw the dry land that held no life. It saw the shadows shifting among the ruins, it saw smoke rising from the generator. It saw the past, it will see it's future. And now, it saw it's destination... and touched it, it did.
Michael stirred as a singlet droplet of water struck his eyelids, shutting them tightly as he felt the cold sting.
"..." His eyes fluttered open to see grey clouds gathering past the metal square, high above where even the looming skycrapers could not reach. The damp air brought out the odour of the cushions, while it was not overpowering he was still thankful that he had the insight to rest his head on the steering wheel through that night.
"It's ..." He held out a hand and opened his palm.
"...raining? Of all the -keh, times now." He moaned groggily, choking on abit of his phlegm. His sleep was less than peaceful and it has been that way for the past few days, if it wasn't rain then it was a depraved scavenger, if not then a rabid dog. Too bad the vehicle had rusted beyond repair, otherwise he would have driven off to somewhere better. Maybe where that damned bell was, save himself alot of trouble.
Michael sighed, letting out a long breath of exasperation. But it was just as well, since he was up he might as well look around for something useful. He did stop by to restock afterall and since the place had a large amounts of ruins he could probably pilfer something or two, hopefully get a can of preserved food or a decent weapon.
Stepping out he could see the gloomy establishment of what seemed to be a school, what was left of it anyway. God knows what’s in there …And as precuatiom, Michael dusted his gloved fingers with a coarse grey substance before entering unknown territory.
Michael stirred as a singlet droplet of water struck his eyelids, shutting them tightly as he felt the cold sting.
"..." His eyes fluttered open to see grey clouds gathering past the metal square, high above where even the looming skycrapers could not reach. The damp air brought out the odour of the cushions, while it was not overpowering he was still thankful that he had the insight to rest his head on the steering wheel through that night.
"It's ..." He held out a hand and opened his palm.
"...raining? Of all the -keh, times now." He moaned groggily, choking on abit of his phlegm. His sleep was less than peaceful and it has been that way for the past few days, if it wasn't rain then it was a depraved scavenger, if not then a rabid dog. Too bad the vehicle had rusted beyond repair, otherwise he would have driven off to somewhere better. Maybe where that damned bell was, save himself alot of trouble.
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Michael sighed, letting out a long breath of exasperation. But it was just as well, since he was up he might as well look around for something useful. He did stop by to restock afterall and since the place had a large amounts of ruins he could probably pilfer something or two, hopefully get a can of preserved food or a decent weapon.
Stepping out he could see the gloomy establishment of what seemed to be a school, what was left of it anyway. God knows what’s in there …And as precuatiom, Michael dusted his gloved fingers with a coarse grey substance before entering unknown territory.
OOC Notes
Alexandria saw something that was definitely a common sight along the larger roads as she walked, it was a little store that was bound to be someone else's home now. But just because someone lived there it didn't mean that they would instantly attack her if she headed for the building, plus now it was raining, which was but one of the numerous things that put a stint in someone's day. So, with the first store in sight, Alexandria advanced in a brisk walk to get into the store and out of the rain.
Then she saw something not many people want to see when they just get out of the rain, a shotgun pointed right at her face.
"What're you doing in here?" The man who spoke was old and didn't seem to happy today.
"I was just getting out of the rain, sir." Saying sir after speaking seemed to surprise the man, apparently respect was a rare occurrence nowadays.
"That better be all you're doing, some punk came in here and tried to take all me water.. 'Course, he was more than compliant to leave after I put my trusty gun to his face. Damn scavengers can't find their own damned water, this is mine because I was here first, you understand?"
"I understand, sir. But I do not intend to take your water, I'm heading elsewhere when I can." Alexandria was relieved to see that the gun was lowered down to the man's side, at least now it wasn't going to take her face off anyway. Without a doubt, Alexandria could have asked if he would really shoot a young woman, but that's not the sort of thing many care about any more, morals no longer had so many restraints for most. "But the whole idea of I got here first is a somewhat immature way to treat situations in which a commodity is included, despite the fact that he was just taking it without even asking."
"That's just silly, girl, if someone's stealing from my stash of water they don't even deserve to get any if they ask the second time, if he'd asked I might've let him take some, but he didn't so I put a gun to his face." The man chuckled as he now lowered his shotgun fully and noticeably eyed her. "If you're not going anywhere important, you could keep this old man company so long as you know how to do as you're told, especially if you keep up all that sir stuff, if you get what I mean."
That suggestion somewhat disgusted Alexandria, so she wasn't going to play along with it at all. "I'm sorry that you got the wrong idea by me being polite, but I would rather be out in the rain than have to play servant for a lecherous old man." She didn't say anything else, mainly because he pointed his gun at her again.
"Then get out you little tart, if you played along then I would have let you take some water before I got bored with you being here. Now get out of here before I shoot."
"Some people lack manners, how disappointing..." She mumbled, but instead of leaving, she took a step forward and drew her sword, it was almost perfectly clean, unlike the man's shotgun and it definitely looked sharp. It's sharpness was proven when she swung it down into his firing shoulder and made him drop his gun while his shoulder bled heavily. "Manners get you far, sir. But a sharp sword gets you that little bit further. I'm sorry to have to do this, but it is justice for refusing to share such a valuable thing with others." She whispered into his ear before stabbing him through the chest.
Now that the old man was dead, not to say he wasn't going to die soon anyway, Alexandria dragged his body out of the shop and allowed whatever wildlife was out there to have a meal while she started gathering together as much water as she could before she would move on, getting enough water to fill a duffel bag she found sitting in the corner of the room, then she made sure it sat right on her shoulder before she sat on the counter of this store and waited for the rain to stop. "I hate people who lack manners."
Then she saw something not many people want to see when they just get out of the rain, a shotgun pointed right at her face.
"What're you doing in here?" The man who spoke was old and didn't seem to happy today.
"I was just getting out of the rain, sir." Saying sir after speaking seemed to surprise the man, apparently respect was a rare occurrence nowadays.
"That better be all you're doing, some punk came in here and tried to take all me water.. 'Course, he was more than compliant to leave after I put my trusty gun to his face. Damn scavengers can't find their own damned water, this is mine because I was here first, you understand?"
"I understand, sir. But I do not intend to take your water, I'm heading elsewhere when I can." Alexandria was relieved to see that the gun was lowered down to the man's side, at least now it wasn't going to take her face off anyway. Without a doubt, Alexandria could have asked if he would really shoot a young woman, but that's not the sort of thing many care about any more, morals no longer had so many restraints for most. "But the whole idea of I got here first is a somewhat immature way to treat situations in which a commodity is included, despite the fact that he was just taking it without even asking."
"That's just silly, girl, if someone's stealing from my stash of water they don't even deserve to get any if they ask the second time, if he'd asked I might've let him take some, but he didn't so I put a gun to his face." The man chuckled as he now lowered his shotgun fully and noticeably eyed her. "If you're not going anywhere important, you could keep this old man company so long as you know how to do as you're told, especially if you keep up all that sir stuff, if you get what I mean."
That suggestion somewhat disgusted Alexandria, so she wasn't going to play along with it at all. "I'm sorry that you got the wrong idea by me being polite, but I would rather be out in the rain than have to play servant for a lecherous old man." She didn't say anything else, mainly because he pointed his gun at her again.
"Then get out you little tart, if you played along then I would have let you take some water before I got bored with you being here. Now get out of here before I shoot."
"Some people lack manners, how disappointing..." She mumbled, but instead of leaving, she took a step forward and drew her sword, it was almost perfectly clean, unlike the man's shotgun and it definitely looked sharp. It's sharpness was proven when she swung it down into his firing shoulder and made him drop his gun while his shoulder bled heavily. "Manners get you far, sir. But a sharp sword gets you that little bit further. I'm sorry to have to do this, but it is justice for refusing to share such a valuable thing with others." She whispered into his ear before stabbing him through the chest.
Now that the old man was dead, not to say he wasn't going to die soon anyway, Alexandria dragged his body out of the shop and allowed whatever wildlife was out there to have a meal while she started gathering together as much water as she could before she would move on, getting enough water to fill a duffel bag she found sitting in the corner of the room, then she made sure it sat right on her shoulder before she sat on the counter of this store and waited for the rain to stop. "I hate people who lack manners."
OOC Notes
A ringing, that of a harmonious yet dissident sound, which hung quietly in the air. Its presence was obvious, but quickly worked itself into the background when not focused upon. On top of it all, it was a note Felix did not even believe was possible to hit, almost otherworldly. He could not hum it, nor could he pull a string on a violin to hit such a note, as there was not a note that even resembled it... Yet for one so foreign, it rang so beautifully. Almost promenading in the arid wastes of what was home, he strutted across the ripped-up earth in an almost gliding fashion. The bells cheered him up whenever they were clear, feeling a necessity to find the source. Leaving a tar pit he had extracted from seventeen packs of cigarettes, Felix began to wonder if the chemicals other than tar would have been passed through that bird he cooked...
"Well I guess it's lucky enough that someone had left them out there! I may have just gone hungry this morning if some poor fellow hadn't left his smokes on the ground!"
Felix stopped walking and looked back at the pit. Considering it for as second, he disregarded how stupid it probably was, and collected as much of the tar as he could into an empty ink jar. Thinking it would make for some questionably effective artistry, he figured it was best not to let it go to waste. The tar now stuck greedily to the thick sides of the jar, emitting a rather foul odor from the uncovered jar. Shoving it in a holster in his belt, he shoved it in upright and continued his walk.
The empty wastelands of Felix's former home did not seem to end, and the hole from the sewers that he had emerged from did not feel any farther than it did an hour ago. The bells may have been beautiful, but life be damned if it wasn't far.
"Well I guess it's lucky enough that someone had left them out there! I may have just gone hungry this morning if some poor fellow hadn't left his smokes on the ground!"
Felix stopped walking and looked back at the pit. Considering it for as second, he disregarded how stupid it probably was, and collected as much of the tar as he could into an empty ink jar. Thinking it would make for some questionably effective artistry, he figured it was best not to let it go to waste. The tar now stuck greedily to the thick sides of the jar, emitting a rather foul odor from the uncovered jar. Shoving it in a holster in his belt, he shoved it in upright and continued his walk.
The empty wastelands of Felix's former home did not seem to end, and the hole from the sewers that he had emerged from did not feel any farther than it did an hour ago. The bells may have been beautiful, but life be damned if it wasn't far.
OOC Notes
Charles woke up feeling extremely well, he couldn't explain it, but he felt that somewhere, someone got exactly what they deserved. He looked outside of the window and noticed that it was still raining, seeing no point in going out quite yet he pulled out his last can of beans and began to eat heartily. He continued to watch the outside world for about an hour, "Looks like this rain isn't going to let up anytime soon." he told himself out loud. He had to get moving, everyone knew the bells only rang once a year, but no one knew exactly how long one had to find the source. With that thought in mind he stood up, raised his hood over his head, and walked out into the rain.
The rain seemed to have picked up as Charles walked along the road, each drop felt heavier than the last. Eventually he came across of seemed to be the remains of an old suburban neighborhood. On each side of the road were identical houses, each becoming more ruined than the last. Charles couldn't help but wonder what kind of people were content with living with such normality and dullness, but on the other hand his life of constant excitement wasn't something someone would envy either. As he walked he had a strange feeling of dread coming upon him, but he quickly shook it off. The rain let up for a split second, and in that moment of quietness, Charles heard a crunch behind him. Before he could turn however, everything went black.
The strike itself was quick, and Charles able to recover his wits within seconds, but the pain was beyond excruciating. He found himself lying in the mud with two people laughing above him. One walked in front of him into his view holding a 2x4. "Daaaaamn, Louie." the man said "This guy can really take a hit, he's still awake." Charles tried to get up, but quickly found a boot to his ribs and he toppled over onto his back. "Nah, hes just a big boy is all." The second man said squatting down looking Charles in he face. "Yeah, if we ration this one right, we can eat for more than a week." he said with a sadistic smile. "OH! Lets use that new thing on him!" the first said excitedly.
"That is actually a good idea." the second man responded,"Let him get up and leave the board with him, I want to have some fun before I bleed him." The two men walked away and Charles took the opportunity to get up and look around. The two men were standing directly in front of him with a long object wrapped in cloth. The first man noticed Charles and tossed him the board. "Lets see if you can go longer than the others, boy." he said with a smile. The other man unwrapped the cloth and pulled out a massive sword. It was long enough to go from Charles' head to his knees. "Yeah, this'll work out real nice." He held the weapon in front of him and faced Charles. Charles knew that he had to either act, or die. He observed his enemy as well as he could, he was of average height, but very thin. The man's hands shook violently as he held the large weapon. It's too heavy for him Charles thought to himself with a smile. Compared to the light board in his hand, the man's swings would be wide and slow. The man trudged towards Charles and brought the sword up for a downward strike. Charles responded quickly by swinging the board upwards and striking the man directly in the chin. He followed up with a strike to the gut, and as the man reeled forward, Charles hit him right on the back. The man dropped the large sword and fell to his knees. Charles walked up to him, gently placed the board against the side of his head, grabbed the board with both hands, wound up, and hit the man one last time.
As the man laid motionless on the floor, Charles leaned over and picked up the sword. It was heavy, but no heavier than the chunks of metal that he was used to hauling around. He was even able to hold it up with one hand. He looked over at the first man who initially struck him, a pure look of horror on his face. "He gave me a reason to do it." Charles told him after spitting out blood. "Don't give me one for you." The man gave no response, instead he turned around and ran off. Charles simply rested the claymore upon his shoulder and continued his way east.
The rain seemed to have picked up as Charles walked along the road, each drop felt heavier than the last. Eventually he came across of seemed to be the remains of an old suburban neighborhood. On each side of the road were identical houses, each becoming more ruined than the last. Charles couldn't help but wonder what kind of people were content with living with such normality and dullness, but on the other hand his life of constant excitement wasn't something someone would envy either. As he walked he had a strange feeling of dread coming upon him, but he quickly shook it off. The rain let up for a split second, and in that moment of quietness, Charles heard a crunch behind him. Before he could turn however, everything went black.
The strike itself was quick, and Charles able to recover his wits within seconds, but the pain was beyond excruciating. He found himself lying in the mud with two people laughing above him. One walked in front of him into his view holding a 2x4. "Daaaaamn, Louie." the man said "This guy can really take a hit, he's still awake." Charles tried to get up, but quickly found a boot to his ribs and he toppled over onto his back. "Nah, hes just a big boy is all." The second man said squatting down looking Charles in he face. "Yeah, if we ration this one right, we can eat for more than a week." he said with a sadistic smile. "OH! Lets use that new thing on him!" the first said excitedly.
"That is actually a good idea." the second man responded,"Let him get up and leave the board with him, I want to have some fun before I bleed him." The two men walked away and Charles took the opportunity to get up and look around. The two men were standing directly in front of him with a long object wrapped in cloth. The first man noticed Charles and tossed him the board. "Lets see if you can go longer than the others, boy." he said with a smile. The other man unwrapped the cloth and pulled out a massive sword. It was long enough to go from Charles' head to his knees. "Yeah, this'll work out real nice." He held the weapon in front of him and faced Charles. Charles knew that he had to either act, or die. He observed his enemy as well as he could, he was of average height, but very thin. The man's hands shook violently as he held the large weapon. It's too heavy for him Charles thought to himself with a smile. Compared to the light board in his hand, the man's swings would be wide and slow. The man trudged towards Charles and brought the sword up for a downward strike. Charles responded quickly by swinging the board upwards and striking the man directly in the chin. He followed up with a strike to the gut, and as the man reeled forward, Charles hit him right on the back. The man dropped the large sword and fell to his knees. Charles walked up to him, gently placed the board against the side of his head, grabbed the board with both hands, wound up, and hit the man one last time.
As the man laid motionless on the floor, Charles leaned over and picked up the sword. It was heavy, but no heavier than the chunks of metal that he was used to hauling around. He was even able to hold it up with one hand. He looked over at the first man who initially struck him, a pure look of horror on his face. "He gave me a reason to do it." Charles told him after spitting out blood. "Don't give me one for you." The man gave no response, instead he turned around and ran off. Charles simply rested the claymore upon his shoulder and continued his way east.
OOC Notes
Warren had only walked for a few minutes unaware of where he was going, the last thing he remembered was the sound of a bell in the distance. He had heard the stories, but always doubted them. It was never his intention to follow after legends or anything he could not understand, but he had been facing ever growing competition and hostility lately and he knew that it was only going to get worse. Almost hypnotised he walked across the plains he referred to as hell, normally he would avoid these places, but now it didn't seem to matter as he walked straight through them just following the sound in the distance.
A sudden sound in the distance that he knew too well shook him from this hypnotic walk. It was a good reminder that he was still in the same place as where he had left, the sound of gunfire in the distance ment that there was trouble brewing and trouble is not a thing that Warren wanted at the moment. He only wanted to follow the sound hoping to find a better place or at least get somewhere where you didn't have to worry about idiots with guns. Warren walked on hoping to get wherever he was going soon and hopefully without coming across any of those gunslingers.
After a long walk without any sort of rest a small building rose from the horizon, Warren realised that this place was probably the only place with shadow in a wide area and walked towards it. As he came closer he saw a bicycle with tires made for sand and dirt, it could be a sign of a resident, but it seemed that this was just an abandoned building. Warren walked inside and he was lucky as the building indeed was empty, the only things left were a table and a damaged bed. He lied down on the bed for some rest, at least untill the sun was setting.
A sudden sound in the distance that he knew too well shook him from this hypnotic walk. It was a good reminder that he was still in the same place as where he had left, the sound of gunfire in the distance ment that there was trouble brewing and trouble is not a thing that Warren wanted at the moment. He only wanted to follow the sound hoping to find a better place or at least get somewhere where you didn't have to worry about idiots with guns. Warren walked on hoping to get wherever he was going soon and hopefully without coming across any of those gunslingers.
After a long walk without any sort of rest a small building rose from the horizon, Warren realised that this place was probably the only place with shadow in a wide area and walked towards it. As he came closer he saw a bicycle with tires made for sand and dirt, it could be a sign of a resident, but it seemed that this was just an abandoned building. Warren walked inside and he was lucky as the building indeed was empty, the only things left were a table and a damaged bed. He lied down on the bed for some rest, at least untill the sun was setting.
OOC Notes
Logan sighed. It was another hard day at work. But he enjoyed it because it meant he was helping people. He began to walk hoping he would find some place to take shelter. He tightened his grip around his bat and began to think that perhaps he should've taken something better. He was sure his father wouldn't have missed one sword anyway. But, it was to late to worry abut that now. He realized that while he was distracted in his thoughts, another shadow had appeared following him. He sighed and turned around saying "Listen, I don't have anything of value on me, and even if I did I wouldn't give it up to you." When he actually looked behind himself though, there was no one. He turned back around being greatly confused and saw that there were now many shadows around his. He quickly turned back around and yet, there was still no one. He looked at the ground and found that his shadow was now completely alone. Just when he thought things couldn't get any weirder, he noticed a house on the horizon. He ran to it, finding out that it was empty, and decided to take refuge. He laid down in the bed and began to sleep. Unfortunately, his dreams were plagued by the sound of a bell ringing over, and over again. He awoke with a start and found that the ringing was real, and he had passed out in the middle of nowhere. But, he could still hear that bell, and if the stories from his childhood were true, then he had to follow it. Because that bell, would lead to his ultimate desires.
OOC Notes
The rain was continuing to pour down as Alexandria sat on the counter watching it fall past the window before her, the fact that she had been waiting a while now for the rain to stop was evidence enough that it wouldn't stop for a while. So instead of waiting any longer, she hopped off of the counter and left the little road-side store, taking of in a sprinting pace down the road.
Obviously the many bottles of water now in a bag on her back would slow her down, so she had to pace herself if she didn't want to collapse in the middle of the road, meaning she had to take short breaks where she would just walk further before she felt she could run again. "I better give some of this water to people when I pass them by, show them that there are people who are happy to give them things they might need, especially clean, contained water like this." She said to herself quietly as she walked further.
After a long time of walking and running, Alexandria noted that she had passed by a one-story building that she had seen was a school just by peeking in through a window, she had already trespassed on one person's territory today, repeating that wouldn't be beneficial so she headed on past that to find herself in a small neighbourhood. This neighbourhood was more modern in terms of building quality and external looks compared to her little settlement's housing, every building was identical to the last besides a few minor details, such as a lawn decoration or something like that in front of the house.
Then a familiar sound reached her ears, the sound of fighting. When she heard this she went quiet and moved into a dark hiding spot and watched as one man with only a plank of wood easily beat down another man with a large sword in his hands. "This is why you choose a light sword over a heavy one... otherwise your attacks are slow and easily readable." She quietly mumbled as one of the two who had attacked this guy ran off in the direction she had come from while the first man she had spotted, the one with the plank, took the large sword and left, heading east.
While wondering why the man had taken the large sword, despite looking like he couldn't properly handle it, Alexandria slowly stood up and followed after him.
Obviously the many bottles of water now in a bag on her back would slow her down, so she had to pace herself if she didn't want to collapse in the middle of the road, meaning she had to take short breaks where she would just walk further before she felt she could run again. "I better give some of this water to people when I pass them by, show them that there are people who are happy to give them things they might need, especially clean, contained water like this." She said to herself quietly as she walked further.
After a long time of walking and running, Alexandria noted that she had passed by a one-story building that she had seen was a school just by peeking in through a window, she had already trespassed on one person's territory today, repeating that wouldn't be beneficial so she headed on past that to find herself in a small neighbourhood. This neighbourhood was more modern in terms of building quality and external looks compared to her little settlement's housing, every building was identical to the last besides a few minor details, such as a lawn decoration or something like that in front of the house.
Then a familiar sound reached her ears, the sound of fighting. When she heard this she went quiet and moved into a dark hiding spot and watched as one man with only a plank of wood easily beat down another man with a large sword in his hands. "This is why you choose a light sword over a heavy one... otherwise your attacks are slow and easily readable." She quietly mumbled as one of the two who had attacked this guy ran off in the direction she had come from while the first man she had spotted, the one with the plank, took the large sword and left, heading east.
While wondering why the man had taken the large sword, despite looking like he couldn't properly handle it, Alexandria slowly stood up and followed after him.
OOC Notes
The rain began to die down into a light drizzle as Charles continued to walk. He held his new weapon in front of him admiring its detail. Why did he pick it up? It was heavy, cumbersome, and he sure as hell didn't know how to use it. There was just something about it that made him feel as if he had to hold on to it. He swung it around trying to get a feel for it, it wasn't as fast as a knife, but it had some power behind it, whoever was hit by this thing wasn't going to get up anytime soon. Plus the length of the weapon could keep opponents at a distance should he ever find himself in a defensive position. Either way he wasn't going to figure it out anytime soon.
He walked for a few more feet before giving in to the need to rest. He stabbed his new sword into the ground and sat up against a nearby tree. He ran out of food, there was no way around this fact. But a determined human could last up to two weeks without eating. Water, on the other hand, was going to be an issue. Charles couldn't afford to dehydrate, not when he still did not know whether he was even near his destination. He cupped his hands under the branches of the tree and allowed the rain water to collect. He took a huge drink, taking advantage of the water at his disposal. He lowered his hands and let out a sigh. "You know you're not that subtle." he yelled out loud to what seemed to be no one. "You have an extremely bad habit of thinking out loud."
He walked for a few more feet before giving in to the need to rest. He stabbed his new sword into the ground and sat up against a nearby tree. He ran out of food, there was no way around this fact. But a determined human could last up to two weeks without eating. Water, on the other hand, was going to be an issue. Charles couldn't afford to dehydrate, not when he still did not know whether he was even near his destination. He cupped his hands under the branches of the tree and allowed the rain water to collect. He took a huge drink, taking advantage of the water at his disposal. He lowered his hands and let out a sigh. "You know you're not that subtle." he yelled out loud to what seemed to be no one. "You have an extremely bad habit of thinking out loud."
OOC Notes
Flo awoke to the sound of thunder and howling winds. She got up, her eyes wide open, worried that her mother was still outside. The shadowy silhouette of a woman in the corner of the room, a brown haired boy in her arms, put her anxiety to rest. She gave a sigh of relief before wrapping herself back under the dirt smudged sheets. Flo often had nightmares of the day when she’d wake up to find her mother and brother dead, cold and stale from the rain. Better that she die first. At least she’d be saved the pain of living alone for another five years.
Flo shivered beneath the sheets as rain drops dripped down from the ceiling. She couldn’t remember the last time she had a good night’s sleep. Her mother used to tell her that when she was younger they used to live in a big house with seven bedrooms somewhere in the mountains. She’d had long stopped believing in those stories, but that never stopped her from wishing they were true. Flo took out a small music box, the size of her finger, from her pocket and cranked up the switch on the end. It chimed a lonely tune and occasionally skipped a note as it played.
Father used to play the song on the flute, but now that he was gone this was all she had left to get to sleep at night. There was a faint ringing noise in the background as the little box continued to play. It was the bells again. Even now they called to her. But she couldn’t go, wouldn’t go, not if it meant leaving her family. Her mother was sick, her brother hardly fit to hunt for himself. It pained her to think about abandoning them for a better life. Had they not cared for her when she was ill and at death’s bed? No, she was determined to stay here as long as she could. But, something about the bells that seemed oddly familiar. She couldn’t put a finger on it. It was almost as if they were trying to tell her something.
The notes seemed to rise and sway with each passing drop and as the rain intensified so did the bells. It was harmonious and free without a hint of care or worry. Its melody reverberated through the walls and there was a sense that everything would be alright in the end. No matter what happened. Warmth, love, was there a word to describe this feeling? Was this why so many followed it? Even to their deaths?
Flo tossed and turned underneath her sheets, struggling against the urge to get up, to follow the sound wherever it may be. She covered her ears with her hands and tried to block it out, but it was no use. Frantic, she reached for her music box and pulled it close to her ear to drown out the bells like she’d done so many nights before. Like a charm, the mechanized clicks of the box subdued the sounds, until they were but muffled notes amongst the rain. Flo took a deep breath as the warm feelings subsided and the world returned back to its dismal state. But as the bell struck its last note so did her music box and her face turned pale white. They were exactly the same.
Flo shivered beneath the sheets as rain drops dripped down from the ceiling. She couldn’t remember the last time she had a good night’s sleep. Her mother used to tell her that when she was younger they used to live in a big house with seven bedrooms somewhere in the mountains. She’d had long stopped believing in those stories, but that never stopped her from wishing they were true. Flo took out a small music box, the size of her finger, from her pocket and cranked up the switch on the end. It chimed a lonely tune and occasionally skipped a note as it played.
Father used to play the song on the flute, but now that he was gone this was all she had left to get to sleep at night. There was a faint ringing noise in the background as the little box continued to play. It was the bells again. Even now they called to her. But she couldn’t go, wouldn’t go, not if it meant leaving her family. Her mother was sick, her brother hardly fit to hunt for himself. It pained her to think about abandoning them for a better life. Had they not cared for her when she was ill and at death’s bed? No, she was determined to stay here as long as she could. But, something about the bells that seemed oddly familiar. She couldn’t put a finger on it. It was almost as if they were trying to tell her something.
The notes seemed to rise and sway with each passing drop and as the rain intensified so did the bells. It was harmonious and free without a hint of care or worry. Its melody reverberated through the walls and there was a sense that everything would be alright in the end. No matter what happened. Warmth, love, was there a word to describe this feeling? Was this why so many followed it? Even to their deaths?
Flo tossed and turned underneath her sheets, struggling against the urge to get up, to follow the sound wherever it may be. She covered her ears with her hands and tried to block it out, but it was no use. Frantic, she reached for her music box and pulled it close to her ear to drown out the bells like she’d done so many nights before. Like a charm, the mechanized clicks of the box subdued the sounds, until they were but muffled notes amongst the rain. Flo took a deep breath as the warm feelings subsided and the world returned back to its dismal state. But as the bell struck its last note so did her music box and her face turned pale white. They were exactly the same.
OOC Notes
"FUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Faust screamed to the bright heavens for the hundreth time in the last two hours. He brought his fists down to his side, clenched tightly ready to strangle the first living creature that crossed his path. He was breathing heavy as he walked, his chest rising and falling like a war drum as he marched to battle. He was fuming, His pale skin red from anger, or maybe it was just the sun. He put his hand up to shade his eyes as he stopped walking. He tried to see out as far as he could, searching for something.
How could he have been so freaking stupid!? Why oh why did he leave his fucking bag? Oh sure he could come up with plenty of excuses, but they were all for nothing. He needed to squeeze through the doorway; oh and a bag with just a few supplies couldn't follow him? Well, there wasn't anyone following him; mhmm...so who the hell took the bag!? He growled to himself as he threw his hand down again in defeat. He couldn't find any trace of whomever had robbed him. Up and vanished like a fart on the wind.
Well, nothing more to do now but continue on. He took one last look on the horizon and turned back around, sighing as he did. He was now without supplies, without water, without a weapon...without the lovely cat jerky he had prepared not two days ago!!!! Now all he had to call his own was the clothes on his back, he was gonna have to pull some heavy luck out of his ass if he hoped to make it even halfway to wherever he was going....Where was he going? Oh yes....A bell. He was following a bell that he hadn't heard from in quite awhile. He really didn't even know why he was following it. It was like an tch was in the back of his mind, an itch he couldn't scratch till he got there, wherever there was.
God he was thirsty. First on the to-do list, procure some more supplies.
How could he have been so freaking stupid!? Why oh why did he leave his fucking bag? Oh sure he could come up with plenty of excuses, but they were all for nothing. He needed to squeeze through the doorway; oh and a bag with just a few supplies couldn't follow him? Well, there wasn't anyone following him; mhmm...so who the hell took the bag!? He growled to himself as he threw his hand down again in defeat. He couldn't find any trace of whomever had robbed him. Up and vanished like a fart on the wind.
Well, nothing more to do now but continue on. He took one last look on the horizon and turned back around, sighing as he did. He was now without supplies, without water, without a weapon...without the lovely cat jerky he had prepared not two days ago!!!! Now all he had to call his own was the clothes on his back, he was gonna have to pull some heavy luck out of his ass if he hoped to make it even halfway to wherever he was going....Where was he going? Oh yes....A bell. He was following a bell that he hadn't heard from in quite awhile. He really didn't even know why he was following it. It was like an tch was in the back of his mind, an itch he couldn't scratch till he got there, wherever there was.
God he was thirsty. First on the to-do list, procure some more supplies.
OOC Notes
"Blood flows in and out, up and around. Through the body, out of the body. It made no difference to blood. Blood was a free thing. Blood was sacred. Blood could do what blood pleased. And blood wanted to flow. So flow it did. Like rivers, rains, oceans and lakes, the blood flowed off mountain-tops like melting ice, dripped from ceilings and rooftops, and ran down the gutters. Everywhere you went there was blood. But it's not the kind of blood in you or me, no... It's the blood of fate... Of the higher power.... Or powers, if you're that kind of person." The rythmic pounding of the blacksmith hammer on the plate of metal kept Faolan focused while he talked to his 'companions',
"Blood and fate. Entertwined. One and the same. Don't you see?" He asked, suddenly stopping and staring down the wooden plank carved with eyes and a mouth, "Don't you see...?" He went back to work and after an hour or so had finished. He held up the piece of metal, beautiful and polished, slightly curved, but perfectly even all around. Faolan frowned,
"It's rubbish. But it'll have to do." he said to the wood plank again. Faolan took the metal and fastened it with some cloth strips to his jacket, wearing it like armor. He picked up his supplies and began walking through the town he had found. It had small buildings, no taller than four stories. Obviously when it was still in use, it wasn't very big anyway. A suburb maybe. Faolan trudged through the alleys, walking by rusted out garbage cans and broken windows. Trash and refuse littered the gutters along with the occasional human skull. It was all Faolan could do to think about nothing more than wanting to crush in the skulls in the gutters. He didn't know them, but he was sure they'd died such terrible deaths. Worthless deaths. but he would change that. He would. He began collecting skulls. Keeping them on a cloth rope he tied around his chest until he had a total of seven. They rattled and banged against each other, but he kept them. Talked to them. Tried to figure out their stories. How had they died? Why? When? Where? Surely they must be runoff from a rain or something. All these thoughts were prominent in his mind up until the point where he heard the footsteps...
"Blood and fate. Entertwined. One and the same. Don't you see?" He asked, suddenly stopping and staring down the wooden plank carved with eyes and a mouth, "Don't you see...?" He went back to work and after an hour or so had finished. He held up the piece of metal, beautiful and polished, slightly curved, but perfectly even all around. Faolan frowned,
"It's rubbish. But it'll have to do." he said to the wood plank again. Faolan took the metal and fastened it with some cloth strips to his jacket, wearing it like armor. He picked up his supplies and began walking through the town he had found. It had small buildings, no taller than four stories. Obviously when it was still in use, it wasn't very big anyway. A suburb maybe. Faolan trudged through the alleys, walking by rusted out garbage cans and broken windows. Trash and refuse littered the gutters along with the occasional human skull. It was all Faolan could do to think about nothing more than wanting to crush in the skulls in the gutters. He didn't know them, but he was sure they'd died such terrible deaths. Worthless deaths. but he would change that. He would. He began collecting skulls. Keeping them on a cloth rope he tied around his chest until he had a total of seven. They rattled and banged against each other, but he kept them. Talked to them. Tried to figure out their stories. How had they died? Why? When? Where? Surely they must be runoff from a rain or something. All these thoughts were prominent in his mind up until the point where he heard the footsteps...
OOC Notes
"Blood flows in and out, up and around. Through the body, out of the body. It made no difference to blood. Blood was a free thing. Blood was sacred. Blood could do what blood pleased. And blood wanted to flow. So flow it did. Like rivers, rains, oceans and lakes, the blood flowed off mountain-tops like melting ice, dripped from ceilings and rooftops, and ran down the gutters. Everywhere you went there was blood. But it's not the kind of blood in you or me, no... It's the blood of fate... Of the higher power.... Or powers, if you're that kind of person." The rythmic pounding of the blacksmith hammer on the plate of metal kept Faolan focused while he talked to his 'companions',
"Blood and fate. Intertwined. One and the same. Don't you see?" He asked, suddenly stopping and staring down the wooden plank carved with eyes and a mouth, "Don't you see...?" He went back to work and after an hour or so had finished. He held up the piece of metal, beautiful and polished, slightly curved, but perfectly even all around. Faolan frowned,
"It's rubbish. But it'll have to do." he said to the wood plank again. Faolan took the metal and fastened it with some cloth strips to his jacket, wearing it like armor. He picked up his supplies and began walking through the town he had found. It had small buildings, no taller than four stories. Obviously when it was still in use, it wasn't very big anyway. A suburb maybe. Faolan trudged through the alleys, walking by rusted out garbage cans and broken windows. Trash and refuse littered the gutters along with the occasional human skull. It was all Faolan could do to think about nothing more than wanting to crush in the skulls in the gutters. He didn't know them, but he was sure they'd died such terrible deaths. Worthless deaths. but he would change that. He would. He began collecting skulls. Keeping them on a cloth rope he tied around his chest until he had a total of seven. They rattled and banged against each other, but he kept them. Talked to them. Tried to figure out their stories. How had they died? Why? When? Where? Surely they must be runoff from a rain or something. All these thoughts were prominent in his mind up until the point where he heard the footsteps...
"Blood and fate. Intertwined. One and the same. Don't you see?" He asked, suddenly stopping and staring down the wooden plank carved with eyes and a mouth, "Don't you see...?" He went back to work and after an hour or so had finished. He held up the piece of metal, beautiful and polished, slightly curved, but perfectly even all around. Faolan frowned,
"It's rubbish. But it'll have to do." he said to the wood plank again. Faolan took the metal and fastened it with some cloth strips to his jacket, wearing it like armor. He picked up his supplies and began walking through the town he had found. It had small buildings, no taller than four stories. Obviously when it was still in use, it wasn't very big anyway. A suburb maybe. Faolan trudged through the alleys, walking by rusted out garbage cans and broken windows. Trash and refuse littered the gutters along with the occasional human skull. It was all Faolan could do to think about nothing more than wanting to crush in the skulls in the gutters. He didn't know them, but he was sure they'd died such terrible deaths. Worthless deaths. but he would change that. He would. He began collecting skulls. Keeping them on a cloth rope he tied around his chest until he had a total of seven. They rattled and banged against each other, but he kept them. Talked to them. Tried to figure out their stories. How had they died? Why? When? Where? Surely they must be runoff from a rain or something. All these thoughts were prominent in his mind up until the point where he heard the footsteps...
OOC Notes
Warren woke up on the strange island, as he opened his eyes he saw something that he had only read about, but never seen: The ocean. Water as far as the eye could see, only a island in the distance to break the blue sea in front of him. A beach separated the vegetation from the water. He had never seen something like this. Warren turned around and looked at the vegetation behind him, though he had never been near the sea, he could recognise a lot of plants. He walked towards the water to drink a some, but as soon as it came to his tongue he noticed that it was salt water and spat it out. "Blech, better not try that again."
Realising that the sea water was undrinkable he looked at the vegitation. He could see some coconuts on the trees, but from experience he knew that climbing a coconut palm wasn't a good idea without something to protect the crown jewels and the legs from the rough skin of the tree. Suddenly he felt a weight move on the left side of his robe. As he looked he noticed that there was a grappeling hook where he normally would have a large water bottle. When he grabbed the hook he cut his robe on the sharp edges of the thing. "Strange...well the entire situation is strange. I don't remember that being there, heck I don't even remember falling asleep on an island."
Warren sat down and looked around, with this grappeling hook he could get those coconuts down, but if he did that he would lose the resource that he wanted to gain from them, fluids. Then saw a ripe coconut on the ground, these held nearly no fluids, but he could use it to knock the others out of the tree and the sand below would cushion their fall. Warren stood up, grabbed the ripe coconut and flung it at the ones in the tree. After a few tries he succeeded in knocking one out. The coconut fell, punching a small crater in the sand where it landed. Warren ran towards the fallen nut, picked it up and walked away from the tree, so he wouldn't be hit by one of those nuts. He sat down on the sandy beach and with his grappeling hook he made a rouch hole. As Warren had expected the coconut was filled with fluids, though they would give you diarea if you'd drank them for weeks, it made sense to him why some called that tree the tree of life. He drank the entire coconut empty in one go.
Realising that the sea water was undrinkable he looked at the vegitation. He could see some coconuts on the trees, but from experience he knew that climbing a coconut palm wasn't a good idea without something to protect the crown jewels and the legs from the rough skin of the tree. Suddenly he felt a weight move on the left side of his robe. As he looked he noticed that there was a grappeling hook where he normally would have a large water bottle. When he grabbed the hook he cut his robe on the sharp edges of the thing. "Strange...well the entire situation is strange. I don't remember that being there, heck I don't even remember falling asleep on an island."
Warren sat down and looked around, with this grappeling hook he could get those coconuts down, but if he did that he would lose the resource that he wanted to gain from them, fluids. Then saw a ripe coconut on the ground, these held nearly no fluids, but he could use it to knock the others out of the tree and the sand below would cushion their fall. Warren stood up, grabbed the ripe coconut and flung it at the ones in the tree. After a few tries he succeeded in knocking one out. The coconut fell, punching a small crater in the sand where it landed. Warren ran towards the fallen nut, picked it up and walked away from the tree, so he wouldn't be hit by one of those nuts. He sat down on the sandy beach and with his grappeling hook he made a rouch hole. As Warren had expected the coconut was filled with fluids, though they would give you diarea if you'd drank them for weeks, it made sense to him why some called that tree the tree of life. He drank the entire coconut empty in one go.
OOC Notes
(OOC: To make things clear the words spoken in italics comes from the mind no one else can hear it. The words that are spoken without italics is a projection of the character's voice and can be heard.)
Darkness, all around him was darkness. A darkness bleak and endless.
"Am I dead?" Ariel said as he floated motionless the void; his body numb and weak.
"Maybe." Angel said.
"What do you mean maybe." Ariel said, "One moment we were walking toward the bell, then next we were floating toward a rift in the sky while we see our body dropped lifeless on the ground."
"If we are dead do you think we would be here together and talking?" Angel said.
"Maybe?" Ariel said, "I don't know, but I know for sure that we are no longer in the world we came from."
"How long do you think we are going to float here for." Angel said.
"Eternity?" Ariel said but than considered his surrounding and what little he can feel through his numb body, "Not too long, it feels like we are getting pulled somewhere.”
“How much further do you think.” Angel said.
“Not too far,” Ariel said, “Oh I think I see a light.”
“What light?” Angel said as she observed the dark surroundings through Ariel.
“The light over there.” Ariel said as he pointed at a random spot in the dark. Nothing was there yet but the moment he pointed at that point a small orb of light began to appear in the distance.
“You didn't just create that did you?” Angel said.
“Maybe.” Ariel responded.
Their shared body began hovering toward the light; slower at first than faster as they floated closer. In moment, the light was upon them, large and brilliant as the Sun. Or was it Sun? The fringes of the orb flickered like fire, burning and eating away at the darkness around it.
“So we're going to be incinerated ” Angel said in a matter of fact way.
“Better than being stuck with you in this place.” Ariel said.
“How could you be so lighthearted in this.” Angel said, “This could be the last moment of out existence.”
“Do you think I don't know that?” Ariel said with a bit of anger, “The moment we listened and followed the bell. The moment I knew we were heading toward something ominous. But yet you insisted that there will be great adventures if we followed the sound. Look where we ended up? In the boundary between life and death.”
“Don't blame everything on me.” Angel said, “You wholeheartedly agreed to do so.”
After a short pause Ariel said, “True, but either way we can't do anything about the situation right now.”
“Wait since you imagined there to be a light, then we could imagine that going through the light would lead us to some sanctuary.” Angel said.
“Right good luck with that,” Ariel said and promptly switched places with Angel. His pupil turned light blue, the only other visible colour between blind white and deep black.
“You can't just runaway like that,” Angel said, “We need to do this together.”
“ What do you want me to do?” Ariel said, “ Believe that we're going to remain existent after this?”
“Yeah,” Angel said, “Do that. Might do something.”
It sounded nonsensical then but at desperate times one could almost do anything just to extend his life even by a few seconds. They both tried to believe that they're are going through a portal into another place. They never defined it as better or worse, just that it is a place that they can still exist in. The light then engulfed them like a tidal wave.
A chilling cold slivered through her spine shocking her awake from a shallow sleep. Wave crashed in the background and the chill of cold water receded and struck until Angel was forced awake and crawl deep into the sandy beach and settled beside the cliff wall. Both the cliff rock and the sand was warm and comforting. Brushing away some of the sea water from her face, she glanced all around her. Palm trees dotted the beach in the pattern of a crescent moon. Beyond those trees was a sea that stretched beyond the horizon. A shiver rushed through her body, but she was hesitant to take it off. “Take it off already,” Ariel said, “Or do you want to die of hypothermia?”
“Fine,” Angel said unwilling and started to take off her wet cloths. The body was still a male one but with her light blue hair hanging loosely just above her shoulder and blue eyes made her look like a developing female. She instinctively covered up her chest as if someone was looking at her. “There isn't anyone here what are you so uptight about?” Ariel said.
“Once you are in a female body you'll know.” Angel said. She proceeded to place her wet clothing against the heated walls of the cliff while glancing every once in a while at her surroundings for any signs of life. In her observation, she found a way up the cliff and some coconuts hanging on the trees. The seemed to have secured some source of food.
“What now” Angel thought and what responded with “Wait till our cloth dry, gather our belongings and head out of the beach.”
“I know, and I wasn't asking you,” Angel said as she continue to stare at the sea, “It makes me wonder if we're going to be stuck here forever.”
“If so what would you do?” Ariel said.
“Survive of course,” Angel said, “What is the point of throwing away our second chance at life?”
Angel nodded in agreement and continued to stare out at beautiful sea with her back against the warm cliff and mused herself with the chance that there might be other people or things on this island that she hasn't seen before.
Darkness, all around him was darkness. A darkness bleak and endless.
"Am I dead?" Ariel said as he floated motionless the void; his body numb and weak.
"Maybe." Angel said.
"What do you mean maybe." Ariel said, "One moment we were walking toward the bell, then next we were floating toward a rift in the sky while we see our body dropped lifeless on the ground."
"If we are dead do you think we would be here together and talking?" Angel said.
"Maybe?" Ariel said, "I don't know, but I know for sure that we are no longer in the world we came from."
"How long do you think we are going to float here for." Angel said.
"Eternity?" Ariel said but than considered his surrounding and what little he can feel through his numb body, "Not too long, it feels like we are getting pulled somewhere.”
“How much further do you think.” Angel said.
“Not too far,” Ariel said, “Oh I think I see a light.”
“What light?” Angel said as she observed the dark surroundings through Ariel.
“The light over there.” Ariel said as he pointed at a random spot in the dark. Nothing was there yet but the moment he pointed at that point a small orb of light began to appear in the distance.
“You didn't just create that did you?” Angel said.
“Maybe.” Ariel responded.
Their shared body began hovering toward the light; slower at first than faster as they floated closer. In moment, the light was upon them, large and brilliant as the Sun. Or was it Sun? The fringes of the orb flickered like fire, burning and eating away at the darkness around it.
“So we're going to be incinerated ” Angel said in a matter of fact way.
“Better than being stuck with you in this place.” Ariel said.
“How could you be so lighthearted in this.” Angel said, “This could be the last moment of out existence.”
“Do you think I don't know that?” Ariel said with a bit of anger, “The moment we listened and followed the bell. The moment I knew we were heading toward something ominous. But yet you insisted that there will be great adventures if we followed the sound. Look where we ended up? In the boundary between life and death.”
“Don't blame everything on me.” Angel said, “You wholeheartedly agreed to do so.”
After a short pause Ariel said, “True, but either way we can't do anything about the situation right now.”
“Wait since you imagined there to be a light, then we could imagine that going through the light would lead us to some sanctuary.” Angel said.
“Right good luck with that,” Ariel said and promptly switched places with Angel. His pupil turned light blue, the only other visible colour between blind white and deep black.
“You can't just runaway like that,” Angel said, “We need to do this together.”
“ What do you want me to do?” Ariel said, “ Believe that we're going to remain existent after this?”
“Yeah,” Angel said, “Do that. Might do something.”
It sounded nonsensical then but at desperate times one could almost do anything just to extend his life even by a few seconds. They both tried to believe that they're are going through a portal into another place. They never defined it as better or worse, just that it is a place that they can still exist in. The light then engulfed them like a tidal wave.
A chilling cold slivered through her spine shocking her awake from a shallow sleep. Wave crashed in the background and the chill of cold water receded and struck until Angel was forced awake and crawl deep into the sandy beach and settled beside the cliff wall. Both the cliff rock and the sand was warm and comforting. Brushing away some of the sea water from her face, she glanced all around her. Palm trees dotted the beach in the pattern of a crescent moon. Beyond those trees was a sea that stretched beyond the horizon. A shiver rushed through her body, but she was hesitant to take it off. “Take it off already,” Ariel said, “Or do you want to die of hypothermia?”
“Fine,” Angel said unwilling and started to take off her wet cloths. The body was still a male one but with her light blue hair hanging loosely just above her shoulder and blue eyes made her look like a developing female. She instinctively covered up her chest as if someone was looking at her. “There isn't anyone here what are you so uptight about?” Ariel said.
“Once you are in a female body you'll know.” Angel said. She proceeded to place her wet clothing against the heated walls of the cliff while glancing every once in a while at her surroundings for any signs of life. In her observation, she found a way up the cliff and some coconuts hanging on the trees. The seemed to have secured some source of food.
“What now” Angel thought and what responded with “Wait till our cloth dry, gather our belongings and head out of the beach.”
“I know, and I wasn't asking you,” Angel said as she continue to stare at the sea, “It makes me wonder if we're going to be stuck here forever.”
“If so what would you do?” Ariel said.
“Survive of course,” Angel said, “What is the point of throwing away our second chance at life?”
Angel nodded in agreement and continued to stare out at beautiful sea with her back against the warm cliff and mused herself with the chance that there might be other people or things on this island that she hasn't seen before.
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Charles slowly woke up as light shone into his eyes. Something just quite wasnt right. The air felt, warm, not blazing hot, and not freezing cold, just a nice warmness. He opened his eyes to find that he was nowhere near the ruins of the old city. In fact, this was nowhere near any form of civilization at all. He was sitting up against some type of palm tree facing an ocean. At first he was stunned at the sight in front of him, but his attitude quickly changed to concern for his own safety as he realized that he had no idea how he got there. He stood up and found that he had no physical wounds on himself but he couldnt shake the feeling that something was different about him. Shrugging it off he took off his jacket, in this type of environment it would only do more harm than good. Food, water, and shelter, these became his new concerns, if the wastes taught him anything it was that survival was much more important than answers.
He wrapped his jacket around the base of the tree and used it to help himself shimmy up. As he reached the top he looked around and tried to get a hold of his surroundings. The island seemed stereotypical, a lot of green with a few hills in the distance. There was a small clearing in what Charles assumed was the middle of the island. That was something worth checking out. He also saw something odd about the hill closest to him, it seemed darker than the others, as if a lone cloud was hanging above it. If anything that spot might be cooler than the rest of the island. Another thing that caught Charles off guard was the silence, where were the animals? If the old books were to be believed an island such of this should have an abundance of wildlife. Before he climbed down the tree, Charles tried to make a mental map of his immediate surroundings, this was more than difficult as the sun hung directly above him which didnt allow him to know which way was which. East? West? There was no way to find out at this time.
First things first though, he needed to find some water. There was nothing around the island to indicate any real source of water, but the trees around here had to stay green somehow. His best hope was that clearing in the distance. He needed to map out the island to not get lost though, with this in mind he decided to try out a technique he picked up from another scavenger. Find something between you and your destination that you know youll be able to find without getting lost. Charles searched and found a fallen tree about two hundred paces from his position. That was as good a start as any. He slowly climbed down the tree and wrapped his jacket around his waist. As lame as this looked he needed his jacket but he couldnt afford to wear it.
As he took his first few steps he tripped and stumbled over something in the sand. He looked down and saw the large sword he picked up back in the wastes. He picked it up and took it along with him, it was heavy and it would tire him out, but there was a reason there werent any animals around, and he had to be sure he was ready in case he ever found out.
He wrapped his jacket around the base of the tree and used it to help himself shimmy up. As he reached the top he looked around and tried to get a hold of his surroundings. The island seemed stereotypical, a lot of green with a few hills in the distance. There was a small clearing in what Charles assumed was the middle of the island. That was something worth checking out. He also saw something odd about the hill closest to him, it seemed darker than the others, as if a lone cloud was hanging above it. If anything that spot might be cooler than the rest of the island. Another thing that caught Charles off guard was the silence, where were the animals? If the old books were to be believed an island such of this should have an abundance of wildlife. Before he climbed down the tree, Charles tried to make a mental map of his immediate surroundings, this was more than difficult as the sun hung directly above him which didnt allow him to know which way was which. East? West? There was no way to find out at this time.
First things first though, he needed to find some water. There was nothing around the island to indicate any real source of water, but the trees around here had to stay green somehow. His best hope was that clearing in the distance. He needed to map out the island to not get lost though, with this in mind he decided to try out a technique he picked up from another scavenger. Find something between you and your destination that you know youll be able to find without getting lost. Charles searched and found a fallen tree about two hundred paces from his position. That was as good a start as any. He slowly climbed down the tree and wrapped his jacket around his waist. As lame as this looked he needed his jacket but he couldnt afford to wear it.
As he took his first few steps he tripped and stumbled over something in the sand. He looked down and saw the large sword he picked up back in the wastes. He picked it up and took it along with him, it was heavy and it would tire him out, but there was a reason there werent any animals around, and he had to be sure he was ready in case he ever found out.
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A salty breeze, the sound of lapping water, warm sand under her body. 'This is a nice dream.' After a while though, the sensation of a burning sun and something poking her in the side made Danielle get up. She opened her eyes, rubbing them to make sure she wasn't still asleep. 'Okay then, maybe this is not a dream.' As odd as her hallucinations might be sometimes, there were always about things that she had experienced before. What she saw before her was definitely nothing she had ever seen or imagined before. A white sand beach occasionally dotted by shells or small rocks stretched on either side of her and the sea seemed to go on forever, only interrupted by a smudge in the distance. 'Is that an island?' Closer to the beach she was on, she could make out some colorful coral under the surface of the water. She shuddered. 'I wouldn't like brushing against that. ' Getting up and brushing the sand from her hair and clothes, she turned to look behind her. Huge palm trees towered above her with both ripe and unripe coconuts hanging from them a short distance from the shore. The ground was sparsely covered in yellowy green dune grass. She could also make out the shadows of something through the gaps in the grass and trees, maybe hills or buildings of some sort. 'How in the world did I end up here?' Her musing was cut short by a sudden thirst. Looking around, the only source of water she could find was the sea, but drinking that was out of the question. Craning her head, she looked back up at the coconuts. Taking hold of the rock that had been poking her in her sleep, she tried throwing it at one of the riper ones. It missed by a lot. She gave out a sigh. 'Well, this will take a while.'
It took her about twenty or so tries and a lot of foraging for rocks she could throw, but she finally got one down in the end. "Yes!" Retrieving the coconut, she felt around in her pockets for her Swiss Army knife. "Hair tie? No. Candies? Yay, but no. Where is... oh, right." She reached into a pocket inside her vest. Pulling the knife out, she carved a messy hole and started drinking. "Bleh, this doesn't taste very good." Making a face, she quickly downed the rest of the liquid and ate as much of the meat as she could stand. Getting up again, she took off her hooded vest. 'I cant be the only one in this place right? If I walk inland, I'll probably find better water and right? Even if that weren't true, I should get out of the sun or I'll look like a burnt marshmallow soon.' With that decided, she headed through the grasses and inland.
It took her about twenty or so tries and a lot of foraging for rocks she could throw, but she finally got one down in the end. "Yes!" Retrieving the coconut, she felt around in her pockets for her Swiss Army knife. "Hair tie? No. Candies? Yay, but no. Where is... oh, right." She reached into a pocket inside her vest. Pulling the knife out, she carved a messy hole and started drinking. "Bleh, this doesn't taste very good." Making a face, she quickly downed the rest of the liquid and ate as much of the meat as she could stand. Getting up again, she took off her hooded vest. 'I cant be the only one in this place right? If I walk inland, I'll probably find better water and right? Even if that weren't true, I should get out of the sun or I'll look like a burnt marshmallow soon.' With that decided, she headed through the grasses and inland.
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Logan awoke in a strange place. How did I get here? Where am I? He sat up and realized he could hear a noise he had never head before. He stood and looked out at a large body of what he believed to be water. He was unsure though as he had never seen it before. He looked down to see what he was standing on and realized that he was looking at the ground below him. He had been on a cliff. As he watched he noticed movement below him and was strongly tempted to call out. However he realized the person was naked and chose not to embarrass them. He turned back around and saw some palm trees with coconuts. It was then that he realized he was slightly hungry. He began to shake the tree trying to knock one loose. When it fell, he ran back to where he woke up and grabbed his bat, hitting the coconut until it broke open. He was completely unsure of wether or not it was even safe, but he was willing try it because he was pretty sure he was going to die here. He picked up a piece of the coconut and began to eat. Contemplating what to do now. He decided that after he was done he would call to the person below him anyway. As he approached the end of his coconut meal he stood up and walked over to the edge and looked at the person below him. "Ho there! I understand you're a bit indecent, but mind if I come down? It's a bit lonely up here!"
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Heat....that was of course the first thing he noticed. He was never going to get away from that accursed sunlight. How he wished he could blot that sun out for a day or two. It wasn't like anything was growing anyways, what did they need it for? He was going to complain again, but he noticed the moisture in the air....Why was it so humid? He groaned as he rubbed the sand off his face...falling asleep in the middle of nowhere? first he lost his bag now he was being doubley stupid. He opened his blood red eyes and jumped as soon as all the green hit him....Where the fuck was he? He sat up quickly and looked around in slight panic, not scared neccesarily, but thouroughly confused.
He was on...what was the word? He knew he had heard someone say it once...When sand meets water....Beach!! That was it. He was on a beach...but how? He groaned as he pulled his knees to his head and ruffled his snowy hair. He stayed in that position for a minute or two before looking up, his Ruby eyes staring out to sea. Another green island visible on the horizon. First things first, he needed to figure out some kind of game plan....Ok circumstances? well he was confused to no end....solution? It was best just not to ask why anymore. He had already done the necessary tests to see if he was dreaming and he wasn't so he was just going to have to deal with the situation.
Ok so second on the list....He was thirsty, He stood up and brushed his jeans off. He removed his moccassins and walked to the waters edge and crouched down. It was so clear...he couldn't help himself he just watched the waves come in. He had never seen so much water in his entire life. He put his shoes down and cupped his hands together in the cool, clear water. Brought it up to his mouth and gulped down.....BLECH! The hell was this? He spit it all out and was wiping his mouth as he looked out to the water in disgust. Why was the water so salty?...wait wasnt first order of business not to ask questions? He grunted as he stood up. Well this was going to be harder than it looked. He turned to the interior of the island(he assumed it was an island) He knew he could survive longer without food than without water. SO second order of business was still active. Find some water.
He took put his shoes on and took off. He couldn't help but admire all the strange vegetation. SO Much GREEN! Was any of this edible? He looked to the skinny trees with gigantic nut looking growths and leaves way above him and just shook his head. "So strange," he said to himself as he shook his head and continued walking.
He had been walking for a good ten minutes when he hit a sort of clearing, his tank drenched in sweat, his pants rolled up to his knees, the scars on his shins pink against his pale skin He had also stopped when he noticed the number 400 on the back oof he left calf, but as he said, no questions. He stood at the edge of the clearing and looked around. The strange skinny trees were all bending away from the center in a circle that looked to be about 200 ft across. and in the middle was a small pond! More water!! He whooped and hollered as he ran to the pond and fell to his knees...the water green and thick, but that just looked like simple algea he had seen this before....but now he didnt have any metal supplies he could boil water in....fucking thieves. He was going to have to be smart about this. ugh it hurt to think so much just to get a fucking drink.
He could make a filter out of sand...but he would need some type of cylinder to make it work.
He was on...what was the word? He knew he had heard someone say it once...When sand meets water....Beach!! That was it. He was on a beach...but how? He groaned as he pulled his knees to his head and ruffled his snowy hair. He stayed in that position for a minute or two before looking up, his Ruby eyes staring out to sea. Another green island visible on the horizon. First things first, he needed to figure out some kind of game plan....Ok circumstances? well he was confused to no end....solution? It was best just not to ask why anymore. He had already done the necessary tests to see if he was dreaming and he wasn't so he was just going to have to deal with the situation.
Ok so second on the list....He was thirsty, He stood up and brushed his jeans off. He removed his moccassins and walked to the waters edge and crouched down. It was so clear...he couldn't help himself he just watched the waves come in. He had never seen so much water in his entire life. He put his shoes down and cupped his hands together in the cool, clear water. Brought it up to his mouth and gulped down.....BLECH! The hell was this? He spit it all out and was wiping his mouth as he looked out to the water in disgust. Why was the water so salty?...wait wasnt first order of business not to ask questions? He grunted as he stood up. Well this was going to be harder than it looked. He turned to the interior of the island(he assumed it was an island) He knew he could survive longer without food than without water. SO second order of business was still active. Find some water.
He took put his shoes on and took off. He couldn't help but admire all the strange vegetation. SO Much GREEN! Was any of this edible? He looked to the skinny trees with gigantic nut looking growths and leaves way above him and just shook his head. "So strange," he said to himself as he shook his head and continued walking.
He had been walking for a good ten minutes when he hit a sort of clearing, his tank drenched in sweat, his pants rolled up to his knees, the scars on his shins pink against his pale skin He had also stopped when he noticed the number 400 on the back oof he left calf, but as he said, no questions. He stood at the edge of the clearing and looked around. The strange skinny trees were all bending away from the center in a circle that looked to be about 200 ft across. and in the middle was a small pond! More water!! He whooped and hollered as he ran to the pond and fell to his knees...the water green and thick, but that just looked like simple algea he had seen this before....but now he didnt have any metal supplies he could boil water in....fucking thieves. He was going to have to be smart about this. ugh it hurt to think so much just to get a fucking drink.
He could make a filter out of sand...but he would need some type of cylinder to make it work.
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A loud shout from above the cliff, broke her from her contemplations. Angel quickly reached for her jacket and put it on. It wasn't completely dry yet but it felt warm and assuring. Ariel's sword, and a leather journal lay beside it. Angel looked up, the sun hid the person above in shadows but a he said in a clear casual voice, "Ho there! I understand you're a bit indecent, but mind if I come down? It's a bit lonely up here!"
"Indecent?!" Ariel said, " we'll see who is indecent when I go up there and toss you over the cliff."
"Calm down," Angel whispered, "I don't think he meant it that way. Either way now we know that there is someone else on this island."
"Friend or foe?" Ariel said.
"We'll find out then we'll need to secure the things needed to survive here." Angel said as he looked at the large coconut tree around them. They seem to provide enough water and food for one week or so. But getting one of those coconuts from such height will be difficult. Still she was certain to come up with an idea.
"I ll be coming up there soon," Angel shouted back, "But what do you see behind you?"
Angel then proceeded to gather the rest of her belongings walked toward a slope leading to the clifftop.
"Indecent?!" Ariel said, " we'll see who is indecent when I go up there and toss you over the cliff."
"Calm down," Angel whispered, "I don't think he meant it that way. Either way now we know that there is someone else on this island."
"Friend or foe?" Ariel said.
"We'll find out then we'll need to secure the things needed to survive here." Angel said as he looked at the large coconut tree around them. They seem to provide enough water and food for one week or so. But getting one of those coconuts from such height will be difficult. Still she was certain to come up with an idea.
"I ll be coming up there soon," Angel shouted back, "But what do you see behind you?"
Angel then proceeded to gather the rest of her belongings walked toward a slope leading to the clifftop.
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"GAH!"
With a startled cry and a gasp, Masi woke up. He felt cold, the rushing fresh wind from the ocean blowing into his face. Hold on Masi, hold on. He told himself as the sight of the sea stretched out beyond him.
Water! And as much water as the eye can see! He has never seen anything like this! With a cry of joy, he quickly took out the clothes that he wore, throwing them in the shade and rushed off, naked as the day he was born to dive into the water, laughing as he splashed about and enjoying the feel of the sand on his feet.
"Water! Water!" he shouted gleefully and proceeded to drink a mouthful, unable to stop himself. "Bleh! It's polluted."
He sighed, and quickly went back to the shade. His moment of joy, though costly as he now felt incredibly cold, served wonders to awaken him from his dream like state. How did he get here? Where is he?
He quickly got dressed, and his eyes widened as he saw his bow. "What the hell is this." His bow, once made of wood, is now made out of solid rock. It's size seemed to grow slightly, and the bowstring was fine, yet without a doubt, he could tell that it was strong. He picked it up, pulling the bowstring back with an arrow and found it surprisingly stretchable.
"This defies logic." Masi said, speaking to himself. It was then, that he saw a number tattooed on his left arm. "Number 312?" he said, frowning as he tried to scrub it off, to no success. He backed up to lean against the tree that he sat under, checking his inventory. 20 arrows, his clothes, his skinning knife, and a rock bow from nowhere. Odd tattoo, a huge pool of undrinkable water in front of him.
He looked behind himself, and saw to his amazement, trees, living green trees. He saw no such thing in his youth, though his parents, when they were alive told him what he needed to know. His eyes hardened, resolute as he turned around, tracking into the trees. The promised land, it exists. He can scarcely believe it. He found a huge gap in his memory, from the time he left his hut till how he got here, but he regarded it a small sacrifice for the magic that brought him to this place.
Now if he could only remember the dream he had. He recall seeing a square, and a triangle inside of the square, and then a fist appearing in the middle of the triangle and punching him to awareness. He rubbed his nose to confirm that it was not broken.
With a startled cry and a gasp, Masi woke up. He felt cold, the rushing fresh wind from the ocean blowing into his face. Hold on Masi, hold on. He told himself as the sight of the sea stretched out beyond him.
Water! And as much water as the eye can see! He has never seen anything like this! With a cry of joy, he quickly took out the clothes that he wore, throwing them in the shade and rushed off, naked as the day he was born to dive into the water, laughing as he splashed about and enjoying the feel of the sand on his feet.
"Water! Water!" he shouted gleefully and proceeded to drink a mouthful, unable to stop himself. "Bleh! It's polluted."
He sighed, and quickly went back to the shade. His moment of joy, though costly as he now felt incredibly cold, served wonders to awaken him from his dream like state. How did he get here? Where is he?
He quickly got dressed, and his eyes widened as he saw his bow. "What the hell is this." His bow, once made of wood, is now made out of solid rock. It's size seemed to grow slightly, and the bowstring was fine, yet without a doubt, he could tell that it was strong. He picked it up, pulling the bowstring back with an arrow and found it surprisingly stretchable.
"This defies logic." Masi said, speaking to himself. It was then, that he saw a number tattooed on his left arm. "Number 312?" he said, frowning as he tried to scrub it off, to no success. He backed up to lean against the tree that he sat under, checking his inventory. 20 arrows, his clothes, his skinning knife, and a rock bow from nowhere. Odd tattoo, a huge pool of undrinkable water in front of him.
He looked behind himself, and saw to his amazement, trees, living green trees. He saw no such thing in his youth, though his parents, when they were alive told him what he needed to know. His eyes hardened, resolute as he turned around, tracking into the trees. The promised land, it exists. He can scarcely believe it. He found a huge gap in his memory, from the time he left his hut till how he got here, but he regarded it a small sacrifice for the magic that brought him to this place.
Now if he could only remember the dream he had. He recall seeing a square, and a triangle inside of the square, and then a fist appearing in the middle of the triangle and punching him to awareness. He rubbed his nose to confirm that it was not broken.
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RubyCrown wrote:So is it okay for zewei and I to kill off or critically injure the knight character? I'm not quite sure how Asperser wants this to end up.
It makes me wonder if we have to sub for asperser until she comes back.
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So is it okay for zewei and I to kill off or critically injure the knight character? I'm not quite sure how Asperser wants this to end up.
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OKay where is asperser? I can't post anything until i get a response from civor. I hope she isn't leaving this RP to die...
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Sooo lost.
My post was supposed to get me closer to your vicinity, I guess I should have clarified that.
My post was supposed to get me closer to your vicinity, I guess I should have clarified that.
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Fisk wrote:Wait, I'm confused, is Ariel/Angel trying to attack me right now, or just striking a pose? Found it hard to read that line without feeling I misinterpreted it.
i m pretending to attack Civor, I not sure where you are though XD
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Wait, I'm confused, is Ariel/Angel trying to attack me right now, or just striking a pose? Found it hard to read that line without feeling I misinterpreted it.
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hmm, i need some tips on how to handle the fight. should i drag it out, or make it end in swiftness?
Some help needed for the flow of the NPC.
Some help needed for the flow of the NPC.
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in your last posts Civor never mentioned his number right? (BTW: my number is 737 not 747 if your referring to me). It makes me wonder if I should turn around and attack him.
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I just realized the oddcomer said 'I' In the ooc, lol.
Also, i've just read his posts many times and realized something, very very funny. He takes a bite of juice with incredible pain, he clawed at himself causing wounds, and he also summoned many creatures that reacted, going around his body.
Must, resist, temptation to type....
anyway googled and i'm going to use this as the base for the armor that ???? is wearing.
are we allowed to curse? I'm not sure on the level of the language in this rp, masi would curse instead of thinking incoming sword, normally.
Also, i've just read his posts many times and realized something, very very funny. He takes a bite of juice with incredible pain, he clawed at himself causing wounds, and he also summoned many creatures that reacted, going around his body.
Must, resist, temptation to type....
Masi found himself walking alongside the side of a cliff. "Almost fell over, damn." He said, shaking his head. The sounds of animals snarling caught his attention, and he hurried himself closer to the sounds. It was there he saw a sight that made him sigh in pity. A pair of raptors, were ripping at a corpse of a 15 year old. Most of the flesh had been eaten, and the raptors were screeching to each other. They were small, reaching to his knees if he stood up fully. The boy had the tattoo 1313 imprinted on his right arm. He could clearly see it as it was detached from the corpse, being under one of the arguing raptors. Thanking the gods for his luck, Masi drew his bow and aimed at his next meal.
anyway googled and i'm going to use this as the base for the armor that ???? is wearing.
are we allowed to curse? I'm not sure on the level of the language in this rp, masi would curse instead of thinking incoming sword, normally.
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Ignore it for now. I do not have internet at my house and am using the wireless connection of my neighbors, hence poor connection. I'll address whoever posted when my internet is not so, unstable...Also, night will end after the fight with ???. After the fight is finished put up a time skip post, aka you went to sleep etc....and we'll transition into day.
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Lol, just noticed a new post and was disappointed. Perhaps
We ignore of course. Or in a way, ask a GM to delete his post, or perhaps we can ask him and say that he's not accepted.
We ignore of course. Or in a way, ask a GM to delete his post, or perhaps we can ask him and say that he's not accepted.
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Asperser there is some dude that thinks he can just roll into the plot, are you going o do anything? Or are we to just Ignore his gibberish?
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eextreme wrote:
Charles, Faolan, and Alexandria is (from what I can remember before they stopped posting) climbing a cliff on the north side of the island
Charles and Alexandria were talking by a hill before everything went sour. Faolen was crashing through the trees to the pond. Fisk was watching the conversation with Civor before we ran off into the jungle to the secret room beneath a tree trunk(it isn't a cave, think underground shelter type abode).
BTW: Masi I think you have to write how the fight with the NPC turns out.
I don't mind if you control the NPC, but yes, I'm currently using it.
As my midterms approach, I have one next week and more the consecutive weeks to come, so if you see me less often that's the reason ;). Don't worry I haven't forgotten about this.
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BTW: Masi I think you have to write how the fight with the NPC turns out.
wait, what? really? so it isn't asperser controlling the guy? Well, later then, i do not know how he'll react to Masi words at all.
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eextreme wrote:
Flo, Warren, Civor, and Simon are in an underground cave facing the other island discussing how to cross the ocean to the other island
The( as far as I know only) entrance of the cave is hidden under a treestump. So its not likely that we'd notice a lot from what is happening outside and its highly unlikely that you'd find us there.
