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| To Build a Wall; [P-GRP] Lan | |
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| Topic Started: Tue Jan 10, 2012 5:40 am (279 Views) | |
| Girisha | Tue Jan 10, 2012 5:40 am Post #1 |
 
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It was a beautiful day in Taras, despite the fact that the city lay in ruins all around him. Girisha arrived at the location first- the remainder of the group would be there soon. He looked around at the raw materials for the wall they would construct. Stone and wood littered the ground. The sun was beating down on the stone golem. It's rays reflecting off the molten lava seeping in the cracks of his torso. His eyes gleamed a bright orange like amber. Girisha sighed, he knew nothing of the human civilization of Imythess save the fact that most of them looked to him as a monster who needed to be destroyed. Having lived several centuries beneath the worlds largest volcano protecting his masters tomb he knew next to nothing about human interaction. When he was recruited for this specific job he nearly tore his business associates arm off because of his brute strength. On top of everything going on since he came from beneath, he couldn't care less about the world and its troubles. Yet on some level Girisha just wanted to be accepted into his new home, he wanted a reason to carry on now that his duty was accomplished. As the stone construct sat there lost in thought he could see the men he would be working with walking on the horizon. It was going to be a long day. |
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| Lan | Tue Jan 10, 2012 6:29 am Post #2 |
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The road winded on toward the ruined city, and Lanyx trod it, thankful at least for the blessed weather. His mind conjured some doubts, as it tends to do, but he dismissed them; the contract was for a decent sum, and his coin pouch had been without adequate sustenance for some time. But a city that was destroyed by demons? Lan was not too keen on current events, but such was the rumor abound. He brushed a stray lock of brown hair out of his field of vision, and pressed onward. His mind eased when he neared the settlement, however. So much progress had been made already! It seemed as though this broken city was already bearing resemblance to a phoenix gloriously rising from its ashes. He reached somewhere in his pockets and rummaged, producing his contract a moment later. "I'm to protect those involved in the recovery effort," he mumbled quietly. "Specifically, a golem who has been tasked with reconstructing the outer walls..." Abating his curiosity as to why a golem--a golem, of all things!--would need his protection, he began to explore the area. A thorough search, however, quickly proved unnecessary as he noticed a large creature, made of what appeared to be molten stone, nearby. He closed ground to introduce himself, deciding against offering a handshake for fear of it becoming more of a hand-crush. He was quite content with his current limb-count. "Hello! I'm Lanyx," he cheerfully greeted his associate. "I'm to be your guard today, if it pleases you. It seems you've already begun, don't let me distract you too much!" |
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| Girisha | Tue Jan 10, 2012 6:50 am Post #3 |
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The men began to work, putting the wood in place. It was Giri's role to do the stone setting. The young man came up and politely introduced himself. Giri grunted. "Hi.." He had no interest in exchanging pleasantries with a random human he didn't yet trust. "You-- here protect.. Protect-- other humans?" Giri asked in a very mellow monotone. He turned his head slowly and noticed that it was time to lay the first level of stone. Lifting a batch of about twenty stone tiles Giri walked over to the wood outline and began to sit them in rows of two tiles by ten. A man to his right let out a joyful, "wow! You work rather efficiently for a golem. I mean, you were constructed to be a tool correct?" Giri suddenly turned as if to intercept an enemy assault. "My master created me for the specific purpose of bringing down his foes. I was not created to be a tool for an inferior race." Giri walked over to retrieve another stack of stone. The nearby workers were shocked by the golems outburst. He placed the stones on top of the previous. "Continue the wood work now, tool. My job is dependent on yours." Giri sat down and had a flashback to the first year of his life. He was the largest construct of his master's army. He was known as the destroyer and his duty was to tear down the very fortress his masters enemy hid within. Back in those days Giri was a force to be reckoned with, however in this era, he was weak. He had not the power he once possessed. |
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| Lan | Tue Jan 10, 2012 7:26 am Post #4 |
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The coldness in the golem's reply and interaction with the others didn't surprise Lan. He wasn't exactly a scholar, but he had been able to gather from books and hearsay that golems weren't the friendliest of beings, like most arcane constructs, unless they were programmed to be so. They rarely were, of course, given the general architects were mad warlocks or other men of great magical prowess that had all but forsaken any semblance of compassion. Lan decided to muse later, and surveyed the area. Supplies, workers, and a molten construct. Some distance away was the forest's edge, beyond that he was unsure. A brief stroll around the ruins seemed in order, and with a nod at Giri he set out. It seemed the effort was just as driven as he had assumed. All throughout the city, different groups of workers had begun their individual tasks. Some buildings were erected, roads laid, but other areas remained in ruin. It was only after a short while, a little ways into the city but with more sparsely distributed workers, he came across a young girl, perhaps seven or eight, kneeling on the ground. She glanced up at him, but quickly turned away. Her red eyes and puffy cheeks did little to hide what she had been doing, and she was desperately clinging to a stuffed bear with a red ribbon fastened around its neck. He knelt down to be level with her. "Dear, are you alright..?" |
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| Girisha | Tue Jan 10, 2012 7:50 am Post #5 |
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The bodyguard had nodded at Giri and went off to survey the ruins of Taras. Giri was okay with this man, he wasn't as rude as his companions. A quiet, well mannered human, was a good human, as far as a golem was concerned. The man reminded Giri slightly of his late master. It saddened him that the few good humans ever lived very long. His master and his family were utter geniuses when it came to creating magical constructs. Giri was sitting on a pile of stone waiting for the human workers to get more done. They worked so slow compared to himself. "Why, why are humans so weak and useless..?" He asked aloud sluggishly. The human worker Giri had nearly killed a few minutes ago took a seat next to him. "Look, Girisha isn't it? I'd like to apologize for the way I treated you before. I've never actually met one of your kind before.." Giri turned his head at the man and put up a sideways smile. "Those, those are pretty weak last words.." The other workers all stared on with wide eyes and Giri wrapped his hands around the man's body. "You! Why you! Men help me!" Giri just laughed, "keep working. We have a deadline." The man's screams were muffled by his enormous hand. "I never told anyone here my name. It was a horrible scheme if you intended to play me for a fool because of my race, and origin. I am my master's single most important construct, and I will not be duped by a careless demon." The man scoffed now that Giri had removed his hand. "Kill me then golem! Expose your true nature to the peop-..." The man dropped still on the cold dirt. Giri stood and took stones over to the wall. "I have much work to do, I must get to it." |
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| Lan | Tue Jan 10, 2012 8:31 am Post #6 |
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She flinched away when he reached to console her. He sat there for an hour or two, maybe longer. All was silent, save for her occasional muffled sobs. The sun began retreating to the horizon, and a chill breeze caressed them both. He slowly took off his cloak and draped it around her. "It's getting dark.. I don't want to be rude, but I can't leave you here by yourself. Will you tell me what happened? I only want to help." She was silent again, for a time. It had grown dark, and when he stood, the pebbles beneath his feet crunched, startling her. "W-wait.." she spoke in a soft, frail voice. "My.. daddy." Lan sat next to her this time, but didn't say a word. "He was working here.. When they came," she managed to choke out between tears. "He told me to hide.." She was clearly in pain recalling the attack. An hour later, he had managed to piece together that a group of bandits ambushed them amidst the ruins. She had managed to evade them by hiding behind some debris from a building that had been torn down, and fell asleep. In the morning, they were gone. Her father was gone, and she wept, alone. |
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| Girisha | Tue Jan 10, 2012 8:49 am Post #7 |
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Night was falling on the site and the bodyguard was still missing in action. Giri stuck his hand into a pile of broken wood pieces and created a spark. He ordered the humans to get to their tents and that he would be working all night. He after all would be watching after them without the man there. He sat atop the wall and looked up towards the sky, counting the stars as he recalled the simpler days. He was created with no emotion save for rage. He was an intelligent construct-- he was able to understand the way humans and other beast kind thought and acted. He tried his best to be civil with humans but without his rage he was reduced to a blubbering idiot. He was unable to form more than a few words at a time otherwise. He was not produced to coddle humans, he was produced to destroy them. "So much.. So, much work..." He sighed. In retrospect all Giri really wanted to do was find vengeance for master-- find the truth about his master. To do that he would have to gain the trust of mankind, and if not mankind-- something. As powerful, as intelligent, as perfectly crafted as he was. Giri still suffered because of the lack of a skill his master never achieved. That was not his fault in Giri's mind, he knew his master did whatever was in his power-- that no matter what he would be able to live out his purpose. Unfortunately for him, he did not want to serve his purpose. Without his master giving him orders he wanted nothing more to protect the innocent from those who would do them harm. "Master.. What, what was the purpose...?" |
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| Lan | Tue Jan 10, 2012 9:13 am Post #8 |
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In the deep of night, Lan set out in the general direction the girl thought the bandits attacked from, but he knew that it was unlikely she was clear through the chaos and trauma. It was a lead, nonetheless, and he had to do what he could. He left her hidden from not only the moon's gaze but any passersby, in an alcove born from a building collapse. She should be okay for the night, with his cloak to keep her warm and some spare water and food he had carried from camp. Deep in the forest, he still found no trace of any encampments. The foliage was so thick, it created a canopy overhead that allowed nearly no light through. In this perfect, perpetual darkness, he heard it. "Help me." Her voice. He turned on his heels and called out. "Where..!?" "Help me.. Hee hee." Laughing? It was certainly her, but.. He drew his sword out of instinct. The darkness toyed with his mind. Movement! He spun, and cut. Plop. A break in the foliage overhead cast an uncanny beam of moonlight directly down on the head of the young girl, severed and laying amongst the twigs. "No.. What have I.." He dropped to his knees. Tears streamed down his face, and he wept like a child. Cold, alone, and defenseless. What had he done? "It's okay," her voice echoed around him. The head was gone, and all was dark again. He tried to stand, but found his legs bound. His arms also, and then, before he knew it, he couldn't breathe. The darkness was choking him, paralyzing him. He could not move, or shout, and struggling seemed to only tighten the bonds. Another glimmer from overhead illuminated his bindings: ribbons. Crimson red, the shade of blood, tied in neat knots, as his vision began to fade. |
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| Girisha | Tue Jan 10, 2012 3:04 pm Post #9 |
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Morning rolled around at the camp and still no sign of the young swordsman who was meant to protect the workers. "Did... He die?" Giri asked aloud. The workers are beginning to make breakfast and prepare for the day. The corpse of the 'man' Giri had put down the night before was a pile of chilled embers beneath the foundation of the half built wall. Giri walked over and sat with the workers. "Good.. Work, men.." He slurred, irritated at his own inability to converse correctly unless in a state of anger. One of the men brought Giri some bread, "I was unsure if constructs required nourishment. Not to be rude-- but like most of these men we know nothing about your kind." Giri smiled as he took the bread from the man. "I.. I.. Was constructed in the form. The form.. Of my master's brother. He.. Wanted to create a... A... Living construct.. I.. I-- thanks.." The man nodded back as Giri threw the bread down his gullet. "I feel really good about this project Giri, I think that-- very soon Taras will be back on it's own two feet again. I lost my wife in the war y'know, I just want things to be normal.." Giri almost choked up, but alas he was unable to feel any emotion of sorrow for the man. "Let us.. Do, our best..." |
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| Lan | Tue Jan 10, 2012 3:25 pm Post #10 |
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Lan jolted into consciousness, drenched in cold sweat and gasping for air. It took him several moments to regain his wits and get a handle on his surroundings. He sighed in relief, but was still shaking. He stood and tried to collect himself, when a realization dawned on him. ".. I've been gone all night. Damn," he thought to himself. He determined the way he had come from and set out through the ruins. The brief return was uneventful, and when he arrived he saw the golem and men conversing. He waved, and explained that he had wandered too far before nightfall and did not want to risk traveling at night, susceptible to bandits, prowling beasts, or worse. The amount of work that had been done in his short evening away was quite remarkable: they had already laid a solid foundation. He decided to help himself to his portion of the morning rations, and returned to his post to keep watch. |
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| Girisha | Tue Jan 10, 2012 3:46 pm Post #11 |
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"Welcome. Back--" Giri waved to Lan as the man sat with everyone for the morning. Mots of the workers were constructing cross-crossed wooden sides for the stone wall. This was an odd form of building walls that the contractor had specifically requested. Giri wasn't sure why anyone wouldn't want tons upon tons of pure stone protecting his or her people. He grunted as he walked to the top of the wall. He still needed to push much of the stone into place. "Lan...Yx.. Help the man.." He grunted out as he pointed Lan towards a worker struggling to lift a stack of wooden blocks. Giri was getting more accustomed to working with the humans now, but it was still quite awkward. Where he came from, three golems could construct a city over night. Humans, are by nature weak. They have to many flaws and liabilities, if their maker had built them sturdy like my master's constructs-- the worlds problems would be nonexistent. But still a world of my people would not be able to produce the same quality to life as humans... I suppose that either one is a losing battle. Differences are what keep us and humans separate I suppose. But is it the right way for the world to shape out? He was in deep thought while working upon the wall. |
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| Lan | Thu Jan 12, 2012 1:42 am Post #12 |
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More than pleased to acquiesce to Giri's request, Lan positioned himself on the opposite end of a heavy stack of wood one of the workers was futilely trying to lift. "One, two," he started, and they heaved the stack off the ground, carrying it several meters away and placing it on the wall. The worker thanked Lan, and he smiled in reply. "The more helping hands, the faster the work gets done, right?" A dozen or so stacks and a significant contribution to the wall's production later, Lan relaxed atop the structure, gazing at the horizon. His mind drifted to the previous night--even now, he could recall the feeling of the cloth choking his very life from him. As long as he could remember, he had been haunted by these dreams. As a child, he would wake his mother at night crying incoherently of the blood and death he saw when he fell asleep. The silhouettes that chased him with various implements of torture and suffering. The screams and horrified supplications of innocents as judgment was passed on them by the merciless. Men shouting below shocked him back into reality, chatting and enjoying their midday rations. A breeze brushed his cheek, and he noticed he had been crying. Rubbing his eyes gently, he stood and took a deep breath to calm himself. He should check on the rest of the men, he thought, as he made his way down the wall and around the perimeter. |
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| Girisha | Thu Jan 12, 2012 11:04 pm Post #13 |
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Giri noticed the bodyguard crying atop the wall. "Lan.. Why are you... Upset?" The Golem stuttered trying to understand the emotion being displayed. Giri stood a moment and watched the bodyguard as he recalled a moment from his creation. "Giri. You are not perfect. You will never suffer the emotional trauma that is sadness. You are an icon of destruction. I cannot have that purpose ruined." Giri never knew that his master tried to make him in the complete form of a human construct. The countless number of humans his master used in his creation was far more vast than even the horror stories of the necromancer, Graham Sideas. Giri looked around the wall for his next round of work. An unsettling feeling overtook the air. Something was close. Something that did not want Taras to be rebuilt. "I.. Feel something.. Strange." Giri ordered the men to hide within the wall. |
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| Lan | Fri Jan 13, 2012 6:09 am Post #14 |
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The golem's words surprised him. Empathy, from a creature such as this? Or curiosity? Golems were not often known for either. He smiled halfheartedly, more to evade than to sate. "I'm fine, Giri. Thank you," he responded. A lie, but a pleasant one; even hearing it aloud cemented it in his head, granting him a brief respite. All his life, things had only gotten harder. Of course he was upset. Self-pity, however, immediately gave way to alarm as the wind shifted. The chill it carried hardened, and dread compounded it as it picked up. It was ominous, treacherous; as if whatever it fled from could terrify the very forces of nature itself in all it's horror, and that's when he saw them a distance away. An unholy band of dark-skinned marauders, each with their own aura of defilement. Lan's stomach churned as Giri motioned for the men to hide. He drew his blade, and dropped down the wall. It was still rudimentary, but it could serve fairly effectively as a funnel; they only had a few capable swordsmen, and there were at least four times as many demons. A mere raiding party, but still far more than they could confidently handle. The wind died quietly, as if to mock them. A wave of fear cascaded over the men as their foes broke their march and began to charge. |
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| Girisha | Fri Jan 13, 2012 6:19 am Post #15 |
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Demons were on the horizon. The workers had taken refuge, Lan and the other swordsman were ready for combat. A man motioned for Giri to hide as well and he just grinned a golem grin of amusement. "Hide? What kind of destroyer hides!?" Giri began to roar from the excitement. The marauders closed in, the advance party was three dozen strong. Giri laughed as two of the swordsman cut into one of them. He swung out his palm and grabbed one of the demon's faces. He crushed it in the weight of his stony limb. "Your spy was little less than an insect to me. What makes you any different?" He swung the nearly dead demon at another of the advance force. Under the force of the swing the second demon was crippled and fell to the ground. Another larger demon came upon Giri. Giri blocked several blows with his bare hands. He headbutted the beast and then placed a hand on its chest. "Burn.." He said aloud as he created a spark within the first layer of the demon's skin. It cried out in vicious agony as it dropped as the previous two had. |
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