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| Cidric | Jan 19 2015, 03:24 AM Post #1 |
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The frigid winds shrieked through the air at a storms pace, sweeping flakes of frost and snow with it across the landscape in a blinding blizzard, Balbanes bearmantle fluttered violently behind him at the wind's tug, proving more burdensome than actual protective, the snow collected between the hair of his beard, turning it more white than his age had done. Although he was several tens of leagues away from the infamous White Veil the blizzard still ravages across the Southern Artics like an enraged God, the old Beast Master could barely hold his ground at each step against the ceaseless storm as he trekked through the snow that brought cold to his exterior, he had wandered to this land to see for himself if the rumors were true, if the Crystal at the temple had gone dark as told by the Ronso tribesmen, and although he had expected the White Veil to be windy he had not imagined a hailstorm like this so far from it, he could hardly fathon nor dream how terribly powerful the Veil would prove, but for now he was more concentrated on finding a place he could rest for a while. No sooner than when he looked to oppose the wind with his eyes again with a squinted glare did he perceive a faint light inbetween the blinding white cold, a large shadowy structure barely took shape in the storm, were it not for its abyssal black walls it would completely drop into its surroundings and be left unnoticed, however, there it was, providing a small hope for the weary traveller, "Beatrice!" he shouted to his companion behind him, his voice almost deafened out by the roaring winds, "I've found our refuge for the night!" or so he hoped, but who settled in a fort so merciless as to not atleast provide a moment of peace for any passerby? Surely whoever occupied this place right now would have some sliver of sympathy. When he neared the obsidian walls he saw that the portcullis stood gaping open, his instincts buzzed around him with warnings but he proceeded onwards nevertheless, "Hello?!" Balbanes shouted out tired and weary as he stepped through the maw of the building, the storm's racket dampening down behind him as he strolled into the equally snowcovered courtyard, and that's when his worries became virulent, it was empty, not a single guard or recident was present, stables and smithery stood unattended and empty, the silence of the area bode no well for the aged Beast Master as his hand scampered to the handle of his sword, "Hello?!" he repeated, hoping for some response with desperation. Beatrice crawled in behind him and rustled the layers of snow off her fur but nevertheless gazed around warily, Balbanes shot her a glance, his eyes telling more than words could convey, the Couerl nodded and they both began to scour the area with their sight, looking for clues. Eyes darted back and forth between the large open area of the courtyard up to the ramparts yet nothing but the vague smell of copper and coal remained to prick at their senses, Balbanes feared for the worst as he alongside with his furry companion stepped slowly and lightly around with caution, was this place truly abandoned? The coal remained cold in the smithery, indicating that it must've been out for some time but the scent of copper alluded to something far more concerning, if the smithery have had no activity for some time, then the scent did not belong to any produced weaponry, which could only mean... No, he didn't want to think about it, however as things stood it would be very likely that the odor belonged to Blood, The Old Man's grasp firmed around the handle of his blade even more as he continued investigating. Balbanes began scanning the ground and found that there had been some -but little- activity recently, a few boottracks in the snow spoke as much, but they were far too few to have been any organized or big party that were usually needed to man a fort this size, had this place been abandoned for long? Who did these marks belong to? A looter? A spy? Or perhaps another stranger like himself seeking answers in the far South? As he questioned the identity of the current denizen of the fort he saw Beatrice's ears twitch and peek up as she locked her glance in one direction, "What is it girl? You hear something?" as if to answer, Beatrice growled lowly for a second before dashing off towards the source of her qualms, leaping atop the smithy's shop and then up the ramparts, Balbanes quickly gave chase taking the nearest stairs up to the battlements after his companion. Beatrice stood with her claws knitting against a wooden door when Balbanes arrived, hesitantly he opened the door with his trusty silvery greatsword free from its sheath before stepping in, inside he could see little as the torches lining the walls had little more than cinders left in them to light the hallways, a deep shadow was permeated throughout the interior. Balbanes stepped inside with both hands firmly grasping his weapon, ready to carve out a piece of anyone dumb enough to try their hand at his well-being, "Beatrice, guard the door." he commanded hunched over with caution as he snuck further in, the great Couerl whined silently with concern before she turned to face the door with a stern stare and claws bare. The Beast Master moved quietly through the hallways with his ears peeled for any hint at activity elsewhere in the building, he moved past many empty rooms and chambers, each with a pungent stench of death or blood, dry and frozen as it may have been, the keen senses of a Beast Master smells even the tiniest of details about things long lost, his grip tightened again and he assumed a more confident stance behind his sword while still maintaining his soft walk, dread was settling in his heart and he began to fear what might lurk in the building aside from himself and his friend. He reached a dead end at a lone chamber at the end of a corridor, the door stood halfway open, inviting his curiosity to take a peek inside, his instincts adviced him against it but he lightly pushed the door open with the tip of his blade, the door creaked jarringly as it exposed the room from its frame, unfamiliar to the other rooms was a corpse, the dead remnants of an armored individual flat out on the ground in a pool of scarlet frost, Balbanes stepped forward with heavy steps abandoning his discretion to inspect the features of the ill-begotten man. The door shut behind him with a slam and there stood a Hume covered in ice and frost with a blank stare, Balbanes pointed his blade at the frigid man and it in reply the expressionless hume bellowed an inhuman growl as it stepped forward with black, stiff, rotten hands! The Beast Master swung his blade at his aggressors shoulder, burying it deep into his flesh, but his foe moved forward undeterred and clenched its cold hands around Balbanes throat and forced him against the wall, the old man resisted as much as he could, punching and kicking against his advesary but to little effect, the shambling horror before him simply stared at him with blank eyes, it was as if he was attacking a boulder! Pressing both of his legs up against the unrelenting assault he managed to push back his foe and plummed to the ground, the glaciated hume let go of his throat as it reared back from the force, Balbanes grasped for air with a haggard wheeze as the battled to get back on his feet, scarcely managing to grap hold of his still-embedded sword to keep the horror at bay! With a herculean kick and firm grasp, he knocked his attacker away, pulling his sword from its flesh, to little surprise no blood stained the blade's sheen, the life-giving liquid was likely equally frozen as the outer shell that contained it. The inhuman monster posing as a hume charged again, however this time he was prepared, if normal means of slaying didn't apply then he had to take things up a notch, he spun around in a pivot, dodging the charge and with the momentum of his spin he kicked away its feet, sending it backfirst to the ground, the abomination could hardly retaliate before the Aged Beast Master dropped his sword like a guillotine onto its head, and the frozen fiend ceased all movement. Balbanes coughed with exhaustion, still strained from the lack of air earlier, "By the Old Gods! Undead? In the South?!" he exclaimed in disbelief as he tried to regain himself, resting on his sword as a crudgel. His blood ran cold and his hair stood on end again as he heard the rattling movement of chainmail behind him, he quickly gyrated his gaze towards the source of the noise to confirm his fears and indeed, there stood the former corpse of the room in a gaunt manner, darting towards him with unworldly spite, however, no sooner than he could blink was the walking corpse's attack halted, its posture stiffened as sparks wreathed across its rotten exterior, it fell over like a statue toppled and hit the ground with a fleshly thud, Beatrice stood with a victorious gleam in her eyes at her successful Couerl Blaster had paralyzed the undead. "That makes 18 now, at this rate you'd have saved my hide more than I have you..." Balbanes remorsed sarcasticly with a weak and weary smile, "As for you..." he glanced at the recently arisen soldier before replicating the execution from before onto this one aswell, "Let's see you get up from that!" he spat at the corpse, Beatrice nuzzled his free hand with an affectionate purr, he tugged gently at her neckfur in responds with appreciation, "Let's abscond from this place girl, we're not welcome here, and I for one do not wish to be here when the former residents return..." |
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| Umbraflamma | Jan 20 2015, 08:16 PM Post #2 |
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As if to punctuate Balbanes' point, the roar of an aetherite engine could be heard in the distance, as a black clad figure riding a motorcycle hurtled over the steeps. The figure wore a Balaclava and polarized goggles, to protect from the wind and glare. His armor was covered by a winter cloak, and on his back rested his huge blade. The headlights turned toward Balbanes as the figure waved to him attempting to get his attention. ----------------------------------------------- Two hours earlier. A blonde figure walked into the observation room, as it looked out over the courtyard. The bodies of the HAF and what appeared to be undead of some kind littered the ground. he stood upright and snapped a salute to the person in front of him. "Sir, Scion First Class Blitz Nibel reporting. At HQ we received your request for aid, what's the situation?" he then stood at attention waiting for his commanders response. The commander was a scarred Hume of roughly 56 years. A burn mark across the left side of his face betrayed a bit of his history. He was a veteran of two wars, and had sen conflict all over the world. He was the head of security for the Arctic Aetherite Production Facility. Taking a swig from a flask at his side he turned to address the young SCION. "We were attacked by some kind of Undead creatures. We dont know whos ent them or why but they struck at the gates and forced their way in through sheer numbers and unconventional nature. we have 4 dead 24 wounded, and i needed your help. We need you to travel south, towards the veil, as this is where they came from, i want you to scout ahead and question anyone you can find. If you do find the source of these undead i want you to eliminate, or barring that return here with coordinates for an offensive. is that understood?" the commander asked his voice direct and harsh. "Sir, yes sir." Blitz responded with a salute before heading to the garage. He would winterize himself and his bike and then depart. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- back to present events: The wind whipped at him as it threatened to cut through him completely. However he continued to ride on against the wind, the chains around his tires granting him the traction to stay on course. as he spotted a pair of figure's in the distance. throwing caution to the winds much like his body heat, he turned to beline towards them, shouting at him over the roar of the engine and the distance "Well met!" |
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| Cidric | Jan 20 2015, 08:48 PM Post #3 |
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The wind churned and raced ever violently, fluttering his furry cloak violently, he stood a mere few paces from the main-gate to the dark hold all too eager to leave, Beatrice whined dejectedly, the hunger of the long journey here finally setting in, "Cheer up girl, atleast we got tailwind with us in full for the journey home to a nice tavern." Balbanes posited with strain, the cold air biting at whatever skin wasn't covered by his mantle and mane. While he hadn't hesitated to leave this place he had stopped to check the keeps storage rooms in a small moment of brilliance to salvage some goods, however there was nought but brittled meat cleavers and frostsoaked dust, it took a heavy cost to morale finding little loot, few answers and harsh news of Undeath roaming the South, it's been a bad day so far... 1 Undead had lingered behind for him to waste time and effort on, and another had recently arisen, he didn't want to consider it but perhaps the large crew that had previously occupied the stronghold had turned aswell, what else could have left so many bloodstains but no bodies behind? Things did not bode well, perhaps this was another effect from the Darkening of the Crystals if those rumors were true. He didn't want to believe it... Something strange roared in the distance with an iron crackle, coming from the same direction he had arrived from, he quickly rested his hand on the swordhandle at his back and prepared himself for whatever would come, Beatrice herself crouched down ready to lunge and leap at whoever would be foolish enough to strike, that's when he finally saw it coming out of the white storm, a mechanical horse by any other name riding towards him, curiously unimpeded by the deep layers of snow, A construct of Harbinger and with it a rider of similar design, A Scion. The stranger pulled over and shot a mellow greeting nonchalantly, Beatrice growled with suspicion and vehemence in return, "No Beatrice, that is now how this must begin..." Balbanes murmured as he withdrew his hand from the handle of his blade, "Greetings traveller, I'd advice you turn back North, you'll find no hospitality or refuge here, I'd even say it's outright dangerous to remain in the vicinity." the old Beast Master warned with a small nod of his head towards to the fort he had just left. "Believe it or not, but the Boogeymen from old childtales are indeed real, The Undead walks among us" he explained with a stern tone to his voice, though this man before him was a mere well-armed stranger he'd not wish to see anyone needlessly tackle woes or omens, not if he could help it, "This here stronghold held two of them and a lot of blood from bodies unlocated, if I were you, I'd not stick around to see those bodies return here..." he adviced, clearly hinting at his own concerns for the possibility of more Undead on their way. Edited by Cidric, Jan 20 2015, 08:51 PM.
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| Umbraflamma | Jan 20 2015, 09:29 PM Post #4 |
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The figure finished his approach dismounting from his purring device, pulling his balaclava down and showing his face her removed his goggles too, his ghostly green eyes glowing in the gloom. Tghis was when balbanes got a good look at him. 6'2" tasll with a decent bit of weight to him he definitely didn't look like he was a pushover physically. The giant sword on his back looked comically big, either he was even stronger than he looked or it was just for show. Slung across his shoulder was a standard Harbinger Rifle, albeit shortened slightly. and his uniform under cloak was clearly up-armored and tougher than it looked. His eyes were sharper than one normally expects and his mouth was shaped into a warm slightly smug smile. his hair was mostly hidden from view, tucked in under his helmet, but his eyebrows suggest very fair hair, bright blonde at the least. "Actually, that means I'm going to right way. I'm performing a public service, tracking down these undead and putting a stop to them, otherwise they will be free to ravage the countryside and pillage from people who can ill afford the loss of manpower." the man said his voice holding a professional but informal tone. "do you know where they came from?" he asked, a hand on the sling of his assault rifle, in case of an ambush. "The name's Blitz by the way, a nearby town might be a good way to start my search, at the very least, i can help protect it." he said with a surprisingly friendly tone. Usually agents of Harbinger came across as curt and cold, but this guy seemed a lot warmer than one would expect from the average traveler. At the same time though the winds shifted to coming from the direction Balbanes had planned to travel. The smell of blood a putrid meat was thick in the wind, or at least to beatrice's sense of smell. |
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| Cidric | Jan 22 2015, 12:26 AM Post #5 |
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The weathered veteran exhaled a boisterious chortle at the Scion's words, Beatrice cogged her head in confusion as Balbanes tried to gather his breath, "What a time to be alive! A time where common swordsmen track down and dispose of creatures from Dark Myths as if they were little more than minor pests." he regaled aloud, the irony of the situation overwhelming him, he shook his head at the fool notion of this young man, "Tell ya what kid, you'll need more than mere steel to fight off a herd of these things, they feel no pain and won't be stopped even if you lodge your sharpest sword into their torso, you'll need to decapitate 'em in order for them to stay down, and that's a job even an executioner will get exhausted from!" he explained, wiping the snow and miniscule icicles from his beard, "But aye, if left without obstacle, they'll likely devour the young and ravage the old, who's to say what goes through the minds of the living dead if not the darkest of ideas fit for creatures such as them?" he questioned, his eyes absent from the present with thought and rumination. When the blonde Scion gave his name Balbanes' brow quirked with curiosity, "My, my, such Golden Manners from a stranger! You may call me Balbanes, this 'ere is Beatrice." the old man nodded behind at his still battle-ready companion, the Couerl snarled soundlessly, still on edge at this newcomer, "Don't mind her, she's just indignant over the lack of meat 'round here, ain't no food in the fort and no critters to hunt out here either, 'place's a bloody wasteland for lack of better words." he sighed, "If only there was a bear out here I'd carve myself an additional cloak and fry the bastard in its own fat, 'make one damn good meal." he prattled on, the Couerl behind him sounded a protesting mew, hunger still haunting her, "Right, sorry, I ain't helping the situation am I..?" Just then a foul wind was rolling in, bringing with it a very faint scent of death, rot and decay, a scent unfamiliar to most artic individuals and creatures as nothing could stay dead long enough to decompose in freezing temperatures as these, but nevertheless, Beatrice snorted at it with disgust nonetheless and soon enough even Balbanes caught a wiff of it, his face wringled into a frown, a mixture of dread and forebode sank into his heart, the missing bodies in the fort might've moved North towards the nearest settlement, an uneasy thought to be sure, but not as dark as the alternative, perhaps this odor was not the leavings of undead but of the recently killed. "I think I might've Caught Wind of where they went..." he said, waving his hand infront of him as if to dissipate the stench, "And their numbers might've increased..." he punctuated before walking past the Scion towards the North, there should be a trading post some league or two from here, sadly the wind had shifted into opposition once again, "So much for tailwind..." he mumbled quietly to the bellowing wind, deafening out the words from anyone else to hear. Beatrice slowly circled around the Scion and followed Balbanes' footsteps with a wagging tail, the old man shot a glance over his shoulder towards the blonde, not slowing down his marching pace, "Oi! You coming or what? The dead aren't waiting!" he shouted and continued onwards, "Now there's a sentence I'd never thought I'd be saying in my life..." Edited by Cidric, Jan 22 2015, 12:31 AM.
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| Umbraflamma | Jan 24 2015, 07:17 AM Post #6 |
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"oh, it's not just simple steel i wield..." and with hat he drew his weapon, it was a massive slab of steel about as large as he was, and he was lifting it from the hilt with one hand. perhaps it was something about how harbinger did its training or some other explanation, but no human had any business wielding a sword that large and that easily. "most swords rely on cutting important organs or something to dispatch an enemy, this weapon is called the Destroyer Blade, its name is self explanatory." twirling it around like a cocky son of a bitch he twirled it back around a rotation and set it still in a holster on his back. then he mentioned the lack of meat. "actually i should.. hold on.. its not fresh but..." he reached into a saddle bag and pulled out a slab of dried and salted meat, Jerked some would call it. The spiced smell hit Balbanes and even overpowered the smell of rot for a moment. he offered it to Beatrice "Either way sir, lead the way, i have enough sense to listen to an adventurer with a beard that grey. But i will say this, i am a terror in a fight, and i have your back if it comes to it." he said this his cocky expression disappearing and showing a cold direct expression. he seemed similar to his sword cold impassive and sharp as hell. "hey if Beatrice follows your lead, im pretty sure it would be smart to listen to you too, just remember i didn't make it to first class for no reason." Perhaps Balbanes has heard of the rankings within Harbinger, First class is something almost akin to a war hero, if not he might make a connection based on name alone, but it was clear that the blonde Scion was confident and strong. mounting his bike again and gunning it only slightly to keep pace with Balbanes he followed him forward. |
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| Cidric | Feb 6 2015, 01:17 AM Post #7 |
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The young lad was going on about his behemoth paddle of steel he claimed to be a sword, as if it was a blade of legend when it really just was something more fit for an ogre to wield, Balbanes expelled a sigh from his lips as he moved against the storm with Beatrice in toe, To be young & cocky again he silently regaled with nostalgia. However his march halted when he caught the scent of something raw, something acrid yet palatable, the scent of meat! Balbanes shot a sharp glance over his paling mane to behold the salty jerky dangling in the hands of the stranger, in one swift & slick movement, the veteran spun around and snatched the piece from the loose hold of his fingers and before he could be stopped he tore a bite from it, chewing on its tough texture, Beatrice merely sat down and looked on with patience, as if used to it like a regulation, the taste was adequate, the salt dominating the majority of its overall plain piquancy, with a gulp he swallowed the dry lumb he had bitten off and stood there, spinning the piece in his hand as if waiting for something with little patience. After a small moment he gave a solemn nod and tossed the dry flesh to Beatrice who gracefully caught it between her fanged jaws without moving too much of her body, "Poisonless, savour and relish it Beatrice, it'll be a while before we reach a tavern now..." Balbanes propounded with a furrowed brow, ruminating on how far the devastation of the Undead might've reached at this point. Once more he shot a glance at the guy with the ogre paddle on his back, the old veteran prestidigitationally produced a roll of gil coins and lightly threw the collection towards him as payment, his actions speaking more than his mouth, "Now let's move." he commanded moreso than asked, caring little for how the young one would respond as he turned around and walked once again towards the destination in his mind. The young "laureate" of a Scion began speaking in a virile obsequious manner, only deepening the suspicion Balbanes carried against him, but it did not matter, they had the same goal in mind for now and without a solid contract he wouldn't have to stick around this lad more than he wanted to, but against a horde of nary unstoppable corpses any additional sword would help, even if as a distraction. Balbanes kept quiet through the Scion's praise and boast, keeping his own counsel, he knew of the character type, an individual who suckered up to people to get them to open up in return, eventually sharing too much information later to be used against the one opening up, the fact that the young lad was a Scion of Harbinger only made Balbanes more wary of his attitude, many ill things were said about Harbinger, and rumors of such a large mass usually had some kernel of truth to them. Edited by Cidric, Feb 6 2015, 01:21 AM.
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| Umbraflamma | Feb 16 2015, 06:11 PM Post #8 |
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'this guy seems wary, it appears he doesn't like me.... however i suppose that doesnt matter as long as i accomplish my mission it's all good.' he thought to himself as he silently followed behind the older man, there was a feeling of dread ahead of them as they reached towards the town. it was then that Blitz felt a strong pull on his consciousness. Like a scream that wrenched through the realm of spirits, he flt pain and fear spike ahead of them. 'Balbanes... i think they're in trouble..." was all he could say as he winced from the mental pain, a hand to his temple. shortly afterwards smoke appeared on the horizon and wails of both the living and the damned could be heard. the acrid smell of burned flesh could be smelled on the wind. The dead had come to claim the living. "this doesn't look good..." he said as he started revving the engine. "We gotta stop this..." It was then that an explosion ripped through the town, whether in defense of it or attacking it, something was happening and some kind of Black Magic was involved. |
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| Cidric | Feb 16 2015, 09:30 PM Post #9 |
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"No shit, you think?!" Balbanes shouted in opposition of the howling storm at the young laureate, outright befuddled that the SCION hadn't put 2 & 2 together before now, 'course the villagers at the nearby stop was surely under attack at this point, he was still weighing the option of whether or not he could even reach the place before it was another bodiless graveyard, the grim idea of the Undead recruiting the slain providing amply advice against recklessly assaulting them. Before the old veteran could provide any further cynical responds to the SCION the young lad drove off into the blinding blizzard with a long, dull roar of his steel-mount, "H-hey! Kid!" he tried to call out, but the combined outcry of the boys' engine and the churning weather abated his voice from reaching anyone other than himself. Beatrice took the initiative aswell, stepping up beside the Beast Master and hinted at her back, ready to ride off into glorious combat once more, Balbanes expelled a heavy sigh and shook his head, "Without a proper sadle the ride will bust your back" he proclaimed, "And bust my crotch..." he admitted afterwards, arguably being the major drive point against charging in on the back of his noble friend. The veteran scratched his beard and shut his eyes in thought for a moment, if he didn't decide on whether or not to participate in this foolhardy endeavor, his indecision would eventually become his choice as scores of people died... He had to atleast try to prevent it... "Beatrice!" he growled, his eyes now wide open with an ardent flare dancing in his iris, "Charge ahead and assist the young cub, I'll meet up with you as fast as my legs can carry me!" he instructed, the great feline gave a firm nod and started pouncing ahead through the deep snow in long leaps, "And Beatrice!" the Couerl halted abruptly in its pursuit and cogged its head at the sudden oncoming addendum, "Be warry! Our alliagence is not with the kid, but with ourselves for now, Got it?" the Couerl confirmed with another nod and continued in stride as Balbanes himself began sprinting with the verve of a singular stampede through the snow at heightened speed, not falling far behind on his furry companion. Huffing & Puffing, the old man realized how parched he had become over the course of the entire day and reached for his Mead Skin, if he were going to die fighting against a horde of the tenacious unliving he wouldn't care if he was drunk or sober anyway, however much to his unpleasant surprise, the Skin only spilled a few drops of his encouraging mead onto his lips, signaling its depletion... "CURSES!" his damning roar echoed into the winds... Edited by Cidric, Feb 16 2015, 09:31 PM.
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| Umbraflamma | Feb 18 2015, 07:36 PM Post #10 |
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The thrumming of his engine and his excitement for battle were the only things he could hear and feel, as the thrumming in his own ears and the thrumming of his bike's engine gave him a sense of inner peace. It was true though, as a SCION he felt things and at times heard things. there was no such thing a silence for him unless he was doing one of three things. Drinking, making love, and fighting. Those were the only things that would silence the "voices" from beyond. as he approached the villiage the area lit up. He could see the aetheral energy; the corrupted umbral magic that animated these monsters, and through that he understood. these monsters weren't spontaneously created. they had a commander, someone who controlled their actions nad moves. the explosions continued ahead, signalling the survivor's location. He had to get there, in his career he'd seen to much death and destruction of the innocent. When one shot down an airship whatever was below it was getting hurt, he saw entire villages destroyed by inadvertant fire and wrecks. he felt his blood begin to rise. "OH YEAH! I'M FEELING IT NOW!" he shouted as he drew his weapon, the massive sword would normally throw of the bike's balance, but Blitz had trained long hours on this. it was only now that he finally arrived peeling his bike into a wheelie he let go, the spiked chains on the tires forming as much of a weapon as any as it flew straight into a walking corpse. Blitz rolled off of the back and to his feet swinging his weapon immediately and cutting through the legs of one of the damned. causing it to drop into the snow and sink. the frozen corpses looked at him as he realized their number. "I was hoping for a challenge." he said, striking a lightly cool pose. There was a maiden he ended up landing in front of, one that still yet lived. and it was his job to protect her along with as many others as he could. "hey, beautiful. I usually charge to exterminate monsters, but in this case, i'll do it for one date." he said to her turning his head slightly and throwing his ponytail back, giving the effect of a true blue pretty boy. "Don't worry, i'll keep you safe." he said before turning to the monsters that were about to close in on him. whipping his blade around to meet them he readied himself. It was at this point the Beatrice reached him. |
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