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| Topic Started: Fri Sep 9, 2011 4:33 am (327 Views) | |
| Kemi | Tue Sep 20, 2011 12:19 am Post #16 |
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Evals turned to Shan and tried to get a peek at what he was reading. Of course it was difficult because of height differences but she wanted to know if she should tell him to close it and focus on what they were doing or not. Before she could walk around to see the cover of the book her thought process was interrupted by vibrations in the floor. A handful of them and they were running. She grabbed Shan's cloak and gave a small tug on it. "Shan, someone's coming." She said as their footsteps were head as they rounded a corner. They had come from upstairs and this hallway led outside. After being instructed to follow, she guessed it was mandatory and followed after Shan. Once they were outside, they moved with a group as people took positions in the courtyard. They were focusing their attention on someone standing on a balcony in the fortress. With him stood one other person, their figures looked similar. Evals could tell easily that the one standing in front was the head cultist, and the fat one was with him. He raised his arms for silence right before Evals could make a snide remark about a rock being smarter than Shan. Of course he got what he demanded and nobody spoke a word. She paid attention to Shan to nudge him in the side if he tried to say anything. "I'm glad that we could all make it today, Brothers!" The Father shouted, giving a pause as if waiting for a response before continuing. His hood was still drawn, allowing for nothing but his mouth to be seen. "While normally it would be quite a fine day we're in these dank woods because the rest of this land is too skiddish to accept our glorious work for the betterment of everyone! Nothing without sacrifice, nothing ventured nothing gained!" After pause as he looked over everyone in the crowd. A look of satisfaction. "We've all worked hard and I shall tell you that now is the time for our venture! We shall gain untold amounts of power and knowledge! This land shall be freed by its roots and ready to join the fire! Everything shall fall just like Taras has! I know a few of you may be from there or knew people from there but that was a necessary sacrifice. This land will be cleansed. For Chaon! Bring me the sacrifice!" He stopped and waited. After a few moments, a man came rushing through the open door to the balcony, obviously panicked. He said something to the Father and he looked grim. He turned around away from the crowd and spoke back. After a few more words of exchange. "Find him!" He shouted angrily and turned back to the crowd. Something gleamed behind his hood as he scanned over the crowd. His hands slammed down on the balcony railing as he leaned over it as if trying to get a better look. His sight trawled through the area until it rested upon Evals and Shan's location. "Bring me that child!" He yelled again and pointed at Evals. |
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| Shan Orison | Tue Sep 20, 2011 2:13 am Post #17 |
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Everyone stopped moving and stood in a circle. The constant press of the crowd started to set Shan on edge as he feared for his violin's safety, so he tucked it into his robes. The handy sash on the robe was nice for securing it, though it bulged oddly. He wrapped his arms around his torso protectively and looked around, humming to help his hand. It was feeling much better, but humming helped. This were boring now that they weren't racing or something, and now they stood under the sky listening to Leader Meanie Man say some stuff. He didn't want to stay here, but a tug on his robe from Emily reminded him he needed to stay put. So instead, he watched Leader Stupid Face speak, but substituted his own speech. "Hello, silly people in bathrobes!" he shouted in Shan's personal narrative. "I like making nice, dark woods full of evil things so people can't enjoy themselves! I have a purple tail, which is why I'm wearing a robe! I like using the fat jerk as a trampoline! Bouncie, bouncie! Someday I hope to be the largest numbskull on the planet, and with everyone prancing about like idiots, I can learn how to accomplish this! I poop glittery, stinky poop that itself poops poop. Smell my finger!" A sudden shift in the crowd's mood snapped him out of his far more interesting story forming in Shan's mind. He looked around, still humming, wondering what was happening when someone shouted, "Bring me that child!" Unthinking, Shan grabbed the closest child to him, which was Emily. Wait, this was bad, he thought when he realized this, which was after he started moving toward the platform. He should be running away with Emily, not toward, right? Except she was moving forward, too. He wasn't really pushing her so much as holding her and moving forward. That was good, right? This must be part of Emily's plan. He was helping. Shan smiled at the thought. This was going a lot better than the last time he tried to help. He got up to the platform and stood before the Leader and the fattie. "You've done well, Initiate," the Lead meanie said, not recognizing Shan under his hood, and turned toward the crowd. "Behold! Our work is great, but there are always those that wish to prevent us from our work. This vile undead is behind the escape of the sacrifice. I underestimated it it seemed, when I struck it down before. However, though the poison flowing within it will kill it within the hour, its actions against us and Chaon call for a much more decisive end." The crowd cheered. "Let its flesh be consumed in fire. So says the Father!" "Um," Shan said, actually paying attention to this exchange. "It's not nice to call her 'it.' I mean, she's a nice person, and that's just mean to say that." The Father's head whipped around, his eyes narrowing at the bard. He nodded to the fattie cultist, who pulled back Shan's hood, removing the dark shadows from his face and head. The Father Jerk smiled. "So, it seems the Sacrifice didn't wander far after all." "I wandered all the way here..." Shan said, then gave a nervous smile. "Does that count?" |
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| Kemi | Tue Sep 27, 2011 12:20 am Post #18 |
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Evals showed visible signs of shock which faded away after a moment of realisation. Their leader was able to tell that she was Undead. If it was anything more than that he would've probably recognised Shan. Then she was grabbed, about to remove the arm of the person that touched her she hesitated. Shan was leading her to the Cultist leader. Great, this wasn't going to work out very well for them. After she was taken to the balcony Evals gave a dirty look at Brother Harris, the fat one. Something about it seemed to creep him out and he took a few steps back. Though now the Father was talking and she would've rolled her eyes at him. Still thinking that the poison was going to kill her. "Oh, fire. That's always fun and a lot more effective than your silly poison." The girl said smugly and the Father gave her a look. Some kind of confusion at how calm she was. "Oh, you don't know. I guess you'll find out." Ignoring her, he turned back to his subjects. Before Shan spoke. Gods damn him. Now they had both their undead nuisance and Shan. Surely she'd be able to get out of this easily but he just had to go and complicate things. After his silly comment about wandering here, Evals turned around and looked at him. "Hey Shan. Shut up." Was all she said before the fat cultist grabbed her arm and started to lead her away. The Father would lead Shan after them. "Come with me." Was all he said, trying to sway him easily with the drug he was on. They were led to the ground below and the Cultists had moved aside to make room. They had quickly used their resources to set up a burning stake. Laughing like some kind of wannabe madman, Brother Harris dragged Evals on top of it and hastily tied her to it. Another Cultist stood ready with a torch. The Father stood with Shan, having to drag him if he didn't come on his own. "Now!" He yelled and took out a ceremonial dagger with an odd crystal ball at the end of it. "We will burn the pest and sacrifice... the sacrifice!" |
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| Shan Orison | Tue Sep 27, 2011 2:04 am Post #19 |
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Shan listened to the Father, head still muddy. Technically, he was feeling better, but now his slowly returning rational mind was combating the sleepy dreaming bits of his thoughts, making everything almost harder to discern, since he couldn't focus on a means to filter it. He was following what Emily had told him and was saying nothing, and did what the Father had said and followed. He'd felt uncertain of his next steps until the Father yelled that he planned to burn Emily. He said something else about a sacrifice, but to Shan's mind that wasn't the important bit. Even the sharp dagger in the Father's hands wasn't the important bit. "You...you can't hurt Emily..." Shan said, voice as firm as his shaky mind could make it, holding his violin under his robes. "She's...she's nice. She's my friend. You can't hurt her." The Father only smiled. "Friends, are you? At least you'll have the comfort of being together in death." "Emily's already dead, kinda. Sorta. Still not sure, really. It's a big grey area. But...Hurting her isn't. It's bad. You can't!" Shan called his violin to his hands, held it up, and cried out in pain as his twisted fingers attempted to press on the neck. The violin clattered to the ground. Shan sobbed and knelt down to pick up again, his fingers aflame with agony. The Father laughed. He might have said something about Shan being helpless, but Shan's pain sharpened his mind, at least a little. He could bend his fingers, he noted. Even with his healing spell, he shouldn't be able to do that. Broken fingers don't bend at all. They were limp and ouchy. He didn't have to play well, either. He just needed to play. He used his stinging left hand to hold his bow. It hurt, but not as much as fingering the strings did, and if he could keep it still, clamped between his thumb and palm... Shan picked up the violin again, resting it on his right shoulder as he crouched. The position was awkward. His chin rested on bare wood instead of the cradling curve of the chin rest. His right fingers felt fat and clumsy, like he was attempting to play with sausage hands. But he could use his right hand to press on the strings, and if he could do that... Shan began to play, picking an ability to make sure none of them would hurt Emily. One that would make them hurt for harming her and making him drink that potion. Fear. He drew forth all the fear within himself. The fear of losing friends, the fear of killing, the fear of flight, the constant fear that scores of enemies have instilled in him as he traveled across Imythess, the fear that simply sat in his gut day in and out with no discernible source...and poured it into music. Everyone in earshot suddenly turned white. Many gathered cultists turned to run in panic. Others stood frozen like a rabbit sensing the fox. Fear. The fat man shook, his bearded chins wobbling. The Father stood his ground, but even he was reeling at the music that slipped past any magical defenses he had into his brain. Shan kept playing. The tune itself was a simple child's nursery rhyme, turned into the stuff of nightmares by the emotion Shan evoked. Fear. Shan glared at the Father and stood, circling around to Emily. "Emily," he said to her. "I'm sorry, I'm probably hurting you with this too. I'm sorry, but now we can run away. If you climb on my back, I can give you a piggyback ride, just like old times! Up, up, and away, and leave these meanies behind." Shan kept playing as he watched the Father fight against the fear, and worried he might hurt someone before he lost. "Please, hurry Emily..." Spoiler: click to toggle
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| Kemi | Tue Sep 27, 2011 3:51 am Post #20 |
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Evals laughed slightly at what the Father said about being together in death. "To be honest, I don't even know if the real me knows everything I've gone through." She commented, not really sure about all of that afterlife stuff. Her current existed defied the laws of nature but she was content with it. No need for an afterlife if you lived forever. At Shan started to comment on that she was already dead Evals just stared at him again. "Hey Shan. Shut up." She said noting that he wasn't helping the situation at all. He didn't seem to hear as he went on about how they weren't allowed to hurt her. Well he was determined to save her. Was he like this with all of his friends or was she special? She remembered how he reacted in the Dark Lands so it wasn't just the drugs causing it either. The girl was kind of curious and then dropped the subject as she remembered where she was. That wasn't important right now. Well, it looked like it was time to stop this. Evals wasn't about to let Shan get killed for not acting quickly enough. She started to rip apart the ropes that were holding her down yet they came apart with a quick tug. Looks like Harris wasn't very good at tying rope. Cultists should really get professionals to do that. Before she could do anything else however, music struck her. She turned her head to the source as fear rushed through her body. Everything started to crash around her. Everyone was afraid it seemed. The cultist with the torch dropped it and ran. The fire springing to life in the hay stack that would soon catch the wooden stake on fire. That wasn't the zombie girl's concern though, Shan was scary. He was the source of fear and he was coming close. Evals moved and stood behind the stake as if that would protect her. She knew she could trust Shan but that didn't stop him from making her fearful. "Stop... stop the music." She requested meekly, unsure if her voice was heard over the sounds of everything going on. Meanwhile, Father Jafron looked upon the chaos with disgust. With a final force of will he shook the fear out of his head. A mark of power burning on his back, invisible to the rest of the world. He grimaced. "Enough!" He shouted and clenched the ceremonial dagger in hand and walked over to Brother Harris. The fat cultist stood at attention despite his fidgeting from the music. The tall bony made a movement and the dagger was sticking out of the unfortunate man's chest. Pierced his heart. "Rise, Brother. Lets end this world together!" He shouted as black lightning started to launch towards the orb on the back from the hands and eyes of the fat cultists. Which was soon followed by other cultists. |
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| Shan Orison | Tue Sep 27, 2011 9:49 pm Post #21 |
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Shan frowned when Emily said something to him. He couldn't quite make it out over the screams of panic erupting everywhere. However, she looked afraid. She backed away from him, her eyes wide, her tone pleading. It broke Shan's heart to see her like that, but he was having trouble connecting her fear to its source. "Enough!" the Father man said, his voice cutting through Shan's distraught confusion. Shan turned, still playing, to see him cut deep into fatty's chest, far too deep for Shan to help. Shan stopped with a screech, surprised at the cultists turning on each other. The cultists still in the room were suddenly free of their fear. They looked about in confusion as the Father shouted something else about the dead fatty rising and ending the world with him. Some even noted the chest peeking from their fallen comrades chest. Then, as black lightning struck them, they fell. It was an odd collapse from all of them. One moment they were wondering what they were panicking about just a bit earlier, the next it was as though they were marionettes, and all the strings had been sheared in twain. They fell limply, limbs like ragdolls, faces simply blank. And the air was filled with magic. Perhaps because of his heritage, Shan could sense magic, but it usually wasn't helpful. He didn't even know his violin was magical until someone out and out told him after using it on him. There had to be a lot of magic for him to notice it, or it had to be concentrated heavily and closeby. Even when he did sense it, it didn't mean he knew what kind of magic it was. Certainly, he'd be able to tell a fireball was made from fire magic when it was about to sear his face off, and he was familiar enough with death from living in farming country to pinpoint necromantic arts. He didn't have a pray telling what kind of magic was going on around him, except that it felt wrong. It was dark, twisted, and made him shake at the feeling of it. The Father lowered his hands, plucking the dagger from the fatty deady's chest like a weed. "Not enough," he muttered, "Not nearly enough. Harvested much too soon. You made me panic..." He spun around face Shan and Emily. "You..." he managed to hiss despite the lack of "S" in the word, "I will remember you two," he said, his words feeling like a curse. With a flicker of blackness, he was suddenly gone. Shan stood up and looked around at the scattered room of bodies. This couldn't be real, he thought as he moved downward and walked between the corpses. He checked a few to see if there was a chance of life, but he knew with dreamlike certainty that he and Emily were the only ones left alive. He exited the chamber which was to be their execution room to be greeted by more robed bodies littering the ruins, lit by wavering torches and the glow of a gibbous moon. There hadn't been a sound when it happened. That made no sense. People dying like that should say something, even something stupid and melodramatic like "Alas, I pass on!" There had only been silence. "Hello?" Shan said meekly, not sure if a response would be good or bad. There were croaking frogs calling in the dark woods, but nothing else. He stood alone among the dead, feeling confused and alone. |
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| Kemi | Wed Sep 28, 2011 2:09 am Post #22 |
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Relief washed through the girl's rotting body as the fear left her. Shan had stopped playing. She watched as the cultists dropped dead around them. She was prepared for what the Cultist Leader was going to do. What was he bringing forth... Yet nothing happened. He didn't have enough power it seemed. Back door way to summoning, she could tell. Something dark too. She smirked and gave him a wave as he disappeared. Well, looks like she wasn't getting any more information out of him and he escaped. Once everything settled down, Evals hopped off of the burning platform and looked around. She changed her vision to her Wraith Sight and looked around. Everything was dead, there was nothing living besides Shan. Not even wildlife was left in the air, of course they probably retreated. Sighing, her vision turned back to normal. "So, how does it feel to be the only living thing for who knows how long?" She asked and walked over to one of the corpses. She knelt down next to the bloodied man. The only person to suffer an existing wound. Despite his unwanted appearance, Evals placed her hands on his forehead and on his stomach. She focused as white light started to shine from the palms of her metal hands and soon the light feed into the body until there was a flash of light and the body was healed. There was no longer a bleeding hole in the dead man's chest but just a bloody stain on a living man's shirt. Brother Harris opened his eyes to see the Undead staring down at him. "Guten morgen." |
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| Shan Orison | Wed Sep 28, 2011 2:27 am Post #23 |
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Shan wandered back toward Emily. He wasn't feeling well, and he felt it wasn't just the drugs. At the dead bodies reminded him of that night, that one utterly confusing night. He stepped gingerly around the fallen, careful to not step on a face or outstretched hand. "It's gonna take forever to lay out all these dead," Shan said to himself. "I don't have enough coppers, I know that. Maybe stones'll work?" He wandered over to Emily, who knelt beside a body in the grass. Shan focused on the undead girl. "Emily?" he started, shuffling his feet. "Could we go soon? I don't really like this place anymore. Everyone is dead and it's all quiet and it makes me think of that time that I can't really think of but someone came and killed a lot of people and I was all alone and bandits were coming back soon so I had to lay out the dead by myself and I know how to do that but I don't know how to do that for so many people at once." His eyes fell out of focus as he scanned the bodies once more, trying to comprehend what was in front of him without actually seeing it. "Also, I don't think that father guy is coming back and his magic was icky and I want a bath. Fourteen." Shan finished with surprising conviction. "There were fourteen dead people." He looked down and finally noticed the late Brother Harris's eyes were open and he was, for a lack of a better term, awake. Shan's fluctuating moods flowed easily from confusion and unease to unfocused anger. "YOU!" Shan yelled, focusing it with erratic precision. "You were gonna kick in my teeth and made me loopy and took my fiddle and broke my hand and IT STILL HURTS!" Shan yelled, stamping down on the man's convex stomach with each grievance. He stopped as the exertion of compressing that layer of fat became a bit too much for him. "You also took my dagger. I like my dagger. It's good for cutting cheese. Where's my dagger?" |
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| Kemi | Wed Sep 28, 2011 2:49 am Post #24 |
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The fat man reacted with complete fear at the small child in front of him. Her dead eyes seemingly staring into his soul. Before he could get up to try and run away, a metal hand clamped down on his shoulder and pushed him into the ground with relative easy. Only to be assaulted by Shan verbally and physically soon after. It was quick but it didn't help his fear. Evals turned to the bard for a moment as her mood suddenly changed to a friendly demeanor. "We'll get your stuff and leave soon, okay? Don't worry about it." She became serious again as she looked into the face of the fat cultist. "You're going to tell us what you know." She demanded of him and he stuttered out a reply. "What do you care? You'll be dead soon enough." He said trying to reassure himself that he was safe. The girl just shrugged. "Don't worry about it. Now, Brother Harris." Evals said and seemed to cut herself short of saying something else. Evals leaned close to the man's face. Her featureless eyes staring into his, almost threateningly. The rot of her fake breath curling in the air around his face. "You will tell me everything."" |
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