Post by AurionTobi on Nov 28, 2010 21:24:33 GMT -5
Rough, gasping pants rent through the air, echoing along with the cries of battle and the clash of blades. Rain poured heavily upon the earth, mixing with the blood that splattered the ground, earth churning into mud.
Madness
It had taken him half a year to get this far, six months of lies and sorrow, trickery and careful maneuvering. But he'd finally gotten close enough to that evil man for a chance to grab his source of power-that sword. The sword that he was now cradling against his chest. Evil energy rolled off of it in a cloak, making him shiver and feel ill. Crusted and fresh blood clung to the blade, which was a dark crimson colour, from all the blood it had soaked up over the years. No trace of the original color remained.
But why are you doing this? Don't you see the beauty this sword brings! The raging fires, the subtle shadows a ruined building casts, the glimmer of spilled blood...
The sword, if an inanimate object could be, was evil. Its history was a bloody one, with every person who wielded it committing vile crimes and ending with a bloody explosion of death. Closing his eyes briefly, the man fended off another wave of attacks, ex-soldiers and convicts mostly. People who were used to bloodshed and had gained a taste for it. People who that man manipulated into committing vile acts against the innocent. This bloody cycle had to end! Gritting his teeth, he slashed and hacked a way through, occasionally slipping on the blood that coated the ground, on the...It was surely best to not concentrate on those details, the details that would return to haunt his dreams in years ahead, if fate would have those years come to pass.
Maybe it would be better if they didn't
Maybe it would be better if my end was here
But he couldn't not with the memory of that single, heart-rending cry-
Daddy!
-screaming in his ears, forcing him to continue onward, if only so no one should ever hear that cry again. "Let me through!" He screamed, desperately, as a person does when they know they are on their last legs, when they feel the strength seeping from their body in the form of that crimson liquid. Finally, he could see it, the single bridge that led out of this hell-hole. A simple, well used, battered and most unsafe looking bridge. But through his bloodshot eyes, it was the path, the light, the way to the light. The final foes who blocked his path fell in front of him, eyes glazing over as the death rattle escaped their cleaved bodies. He lunged for it, too late noticing the archer on the other side lining up in his sights a rope that kept the bridge tethered. He shuddered and closed his eyes as the arrow pierced its target, that frayed rope giving way, the arrow thudding dully into the tree behind it.
At least...
The bridge swayed violently to the side, creaking. The archer smirked at him, laughed because they both knew there was nothing he could do now to stop his falling...Briefly, he grasped for the rope. It grazed his fingers as he fell, he clawed at the boards to no avail.
At least they won't find it now...
Not down there, in the dark abyss of rushing water, of the river that roared and foamed furiously at the bottom of this fall.
~
It was a peaceful quiet village, with good, hard-working and contentious people. Warm summers, mild winters, gorgeous springs and falls it was the sort of place you'd think was a little paradise on earth.
"Wow..." Nowe breathed, setting down his rucksack. The sun was setting, casting a golden hue over the homes and buildings, making the long grass in the background sway back and forth gently. "I'm glad Legna found this place." Nowe breathed, dropping down to sit in the grass, loving the fresh, healthy feel of it. Legna had left him here while he went to the mountains to rest a wing wounded earlier. It would seem that in this place, dragons didn't exist so when people saw Legna they had a tendency to freak out. At any rate, it would be pleasant to have a chance to spend his time with people.
"Ah...are you new around here?"
Looking up, Nowe found the source of the quiet, shy voice to be a girl, about sixteen years of age. He nodded, offering a quick smile.
"Yes, I plan to stick around until my friend returns." He replied, grabbing his rucksack and rising to his feet. "Could you show me to the Inn miss?"
"Y-yes...Mr...?" She took a few tentative walks towards the center of the village, looking at him, waiting for his name.
"Nowe. Might I ask your name?" She looked startled, then gave a few quick nods.
"My name is Sarah." She offered no more conversation, instead choosing to look to the ground shyly. Well, Nowe wasn't always a conversationalist himself so it was fine. "Here you go, this is the Inn..." Before Nowe could even thank her she left, practically running away from him. Odd...she seemed almost frightened. He paused, watched her run around a corner, brown ponytail flying out behind her. A few of the villagers lounging about near by cast Nowe strange and mildly suspicious looks.
"Oh well..." Nowe muttered, entering the Inn, which was named simply Ye Olde Inn. Classic.
[[This is taking place about 103 years after the sword's disappearance. Sarah can be RPed by anyone, if you want to RP as Mr Evil ? you can, you can basically drag the RP in any direction you desire...Have fun if you so choose to join~]]
Madness
It had taken him half a year to get this far, six months of lies and sorrow, trickery and careful maneuvering. But he'd finally gotten close enough to that evil man for a chance to grab his source of power-that sword. The sword that he was now cradling against his chest. Evil energy rolled off of it in a cloak, making him shiver and feel ill. Crusted and fresh blood clung to the blade, which was a dark crimson colour, from all the blood it had soaked up over the years. No trace of the original color remained.
But why are you doing this? Don't you see the beauty this sword brings! The raging fires, the subtle shadows a ruined building casts, the glimmer of spilled blood...
The sword, if an inanimate object could be, was evil. Its history was a bloody one, with every person who wielded it committing vile crimes and ending with a bloody explosion of death. Closing his eyes briefly, the man fended off another wave of attacks, ex-soldiers and convicts mostly. People who were used to bloodshed and had gained a taste for it. People who that man manipulated into committing vile acts against the innocent. This bloody cycle had to end! Gritting his teeth, he slashed and hacked a way through, occasionally slipping on the blood that coated the ground, on the...It was surely best to not concentrate on those details, the details that would return to haunt his dreams in years ahead, if fate would have those years come to pass.
Maybe it would be better if they didn't
Maybe it would be better if my end was here
But he couldn't not with the memory of that single, heart-rending cry-
Daddy!
-screaming in his ears, forcing him to continue onward, if only so no one should ever hear that cry again. "Let me through!" He screamed, desperately, as a person does when they know they are on their last legs, when they feel the strength seeping from their body in the form of that crimson liquid. Finally, he could see it, the single bridge that led out of this hell-hole. A simple, well used, battered and most unsafe looking bridge. But through his bloodshot eyes, it was the path, the light, the way to the light. The final foes who blocked his path fell in front of him, eyes glazing over as the death rattle escaped their cleaved bodies. He lunged for it, too late noticing the archer on the other side lining up in his sights a rope that kept the bridge tethered. He shuddered and closed his eyes as the arrow pierced its target, that frayed rope giving way, the arrow thudding dully into the tree behind it.
At least...
The bridge swayed violently to the side, creaking. The archer smirked at him, laughed because they both knew there was nothing he could do now to stop his falling...Briefly, he grasped for the rope. It grazed his fingers as he fell, he clawed at the boards to no avail.
At least they won't find it now...
Not down there, in the dark abyss of rushing water, of the river that roared and foamed furiously at the bottom of this fall.
~
It was a peaceful quiet village, with good, hard-working and contentious people. Warm summers, mild winters, gorgeous springs and falls it was the sort of place you'd think was a little paradise on earth.
"Wow..." Nowe breathed, setting down his rucksack. The sun was setting, casting a golden hue over the homes and buildings, making the long grass in the background sway back and forth gently. "I'm glad Legna found this place." Nowe breathed, dropping down to sit in the grass, loving the fresh, healthy feel of it. Legna had left him here while he went to the mountains to rest a wing wounded earlier. It would seem that in this place, dragons didn't exist so when people saw Legna they had a tendency to freak out. At any rate, it would be pleasant to have a chance to spend his time with people.
"Ah...are you new around here?"
Looking up, Nowe found the source of the quiet, shy voice to be a girl, about sixteen years of age. He nodded, offering a quick smile.
"Yes, I plan to stick around until my friend returns." He replied, grabbing his rucksack and rising to his feet. "Could you show me to the Inn miss?"
"Y-yes...Mr...?" She took a few tentative walks towards the center of the village, looking at him, waiting for his name.
"Nowe. Might I ask your name?" She looked startled, then gave a few quick nods.
"My name is Sarah." She offered no more conversation, instead choosing to look to the ground shyly. Well, Nowe wasn't always a conversationalist himself so it was fine. "Here you go, this is the Inn..." Before Nowe could even thank her she left, practically running away from him. Odd...she seemed almost frightened. He paused, watched her run around a corner, brown ponytail flying out behind her. A few of the villagers lounging about near by cast Nowe strange and mildly suspicious looks.
"Oh well..." Nowe muttered, entering the Inn, which was named simply Ye Olde Inn. Classic.
[[This is taking place about 103 years after the sword's disappearance. Sarah can be RPed by anyone, if you want to RP as Mr Evil ? you can, you can basically drag the RP in any direction you desire...Have fun if you so choose to join~]]
