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| Ashes To Ashes, Punches To Punches; [Private: Chaos] | |
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| Topic Started: Sat Jul 17, 2010 3:47 pm (124 Views) | |
| Ozan[Mod] | Sat Jul 17, 2010 3:47 pm Post #1 |
 
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A large group of people were gathered at the top of a hill just outside Kellen. An old man in priestly vestments made his way to the top and took a stand just next to the pile of unlit branches and other flammable materials. "Battle-Priest Kaltan was a dear friend of mine," he began. "But I'm sure many of you know of him as a famous war hero. The man who rejected the way of the sword, or the quarterstaff, or any other traditional weapon, in favor of simply tearing things apart with his bare hands." Everyone in the crowd was somber. Women sobbed quietly into the shoulders of their husbands. "He has saved Kellen many, many times from evil. When the earth-demon Bazgroth the Pestilent tried to poison our grain stores, the Battle-Priest punched him so hard that he choked on his sternum. When a horde of giant spiders descended upon the village, the Battle-Priest punched them all into submission, each in rapid succession. Let us hope that his punching services are no longer needed for him in the tranquility of the afterlife." As he continued his eulogy, two priests at the base of the hill were whispering to each other. "Well, it has to be your fault. Corpses don't simply up and walk away." "I swear I had it under lock and key..." The other priest pondered this for a second, then blanched from realization. "...Oh no. Not him. Do you think it was Molo? Molo the Raiser? Think he got to the Battle-Priest?" They both turned and stared in horror at the village of Kellen in the distance. Already there was a building on fire. A screaming laughter echoed out soon after. ***** Ozan really hadn't been in the mood to fight evil, until a black-eyed undead semi-monstrosity started tearing through the streets, punching and kicking people left and right. Staring for a second in disbelief at the sudden violence, the paladin put down his apple and stood up from the bench on which he was sitting. "Ah-bwahaaah! Die, unbelievers!" The huge man was shouting, punctuating his sentences with awful screaming laughter. Even though he was wearing the robes of a priest, there were unholy markings etched deep in his skin, and his eyes were replaced with black pits. Ozan looked around, trying to decide how to best approach this situation. |
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| Chaos | Mon Jul 19, 2010 3:01 am Post #2 |
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Chaos was once again bored, having nothing to do was so lame. All he did during the day was clean his weapons, do a little training, and laze about getting fat. Being a great demon was not all it was cracked up to be sometimes. Sure people ran from him in terror, and it was easy to cause havoc on a town, but people didnt like him much, and it was hard to spark up conversation with people. So again he found himself sitting in the green gryphon, sipping booze and getting drunk. His drunk mind was starting to doze off when wails and screams from outside met his ears. It startled chaos, but not in a bad way, he actualy wanted to see what was causing the pain. Bursting out of the door he looked around at the scene. A few carts were over turned, a building on fire, people running and screaming and what seemed to be a undead prist punching everything. Chaos scracthed his head as he walked into the street. A man ran by wailing at the top of his lungs. The red demon grabbed him by the shirt coller and spoke right into his face, foul odors smacking his nostrils. Tell me what the hell is going on here! Why is that dead man punching everybody! Chaos gave no time for a response, for he instantly threw the man about five feet after yelling his qustion. Walking even closer to the undead chaos allowed the claws from his guantlets to grow forth from his hands. Hey you dead basterd, come and punch me! Ill show you a little fight! |
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| Ozan[Mod] | Tue Aug 3, 2010 8:01 pm Post #3 |
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(OOC: I'm so sorry for taking so long to post! =( It won't happen again.) The pit-eyed man sneered, stopping his rampage momentarily to listen to the taunts of a demon. Then, letting out another burst of wailing laughter, the former priest darted away through the streets at a supernaturally fast speed. Ozan rushed up to a man lying on the ground, the wind knocked out of him after being thrown quite a ways. "What the hell was that for?!" The paladin shouted back at the perpetrator, a dark-haired man who was apparently unfazed by the current chaos in the town. Ozan helped the traumatized man back on his feet -- while he wasn't hurt too bad, he was definitely going to have nightmares about this sort of thing for a very long time. When the victimized commoner briefly thanked the paladin and bolted, Ozan regarded the other man. "Look. I don't care what problems you had with that guy. This is a serious crisis. People might die from this thing. You look like you've seen a lot of battles -- can you look at this as a challenge, maybe?" To punctuate his speech, Ozan unsheathed his sword. "Come on." It wasn't hard to keep a good eye on the rampaging undead; his screaming laughter was easily followed. Ozan looked around, squinting in the distance. A black blur near the origination of the noises was on the rooftops, leaping like a madman from one to the other. "Ugh." This would be interesting. "Any ideas?" Edited by Ozan, Tue Aug 3, 2010 8:11 pm.
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| Chaos | Thu Aug 12, 2010 6:53 pm Post #4 |
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So he was mocking chaos huh, taunting him. Well if thats how he wanted thats how he would get it. Chaos reached back and pulled out his great cutter, gripping the handle so hard his knuckles cracked. But before he had the chance to even taunt back the dead man took off, running faster than he should have been able to. Chaos was starting to get pissed. He took off blinking after the dead, trying to off center him and get the first blow, but it seemed like a useless attempt. After a few minuets of running he stopped, comeing next to a warrior type man. This man took straight to chaos, offering help and asking for ideas. Yea, i got an idea. Lets roast the damn thing! With a blood thirsty roar he shot his hands up sending a blast of flames at the running target. He did not care about the civilians in the way nor the building that layed in the waves wake. Chaos was focused on toasting the man to a crisp. |
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