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by Acruan » Fri Oct 06, 2017 9:53 am
Zapatha wrote:Gorbur had little time to react to the Margrave's attack, however one of his orc soldiers sacrificed himself by stepping in front of the magical flaming blade to ensure the horde would live on. Gorbur quickly retreated from the Margrave, cleaving several Velikiyan soldiers in two while running. It was after he killed his 7th Velikiyan did Gorbur hear the sound of hooves and battle outside the derelict fortresses' walls. With this, Gorbur ordered a retreat back to the gate to meet the incoming Velikiyan armies head on. The trolls and giants were the first to attack the incoming Black Sun knights, each swing of their massive clubs killing man and horse by the dozen.
The remaining 4,000 or so orc boar riders charged into the knights as well, however most of them being slaughtered by the highly skilled knights. The remaining 20,000 or so warriors charged headlong into the Velikiyan ranks, forcing a stalemate on the frontlines against the armored humans. Gorbur was in the thick of the fighting, laughing maniacally as he ravaged the puny manlings with his mighty axe. However, Gorbur looked uphill to his horror and saw another Velikiyan army charging his horde......
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Having marched for several weeks to reach Arzalask, Prince Arthur and Prince Adi's armies were itching to fight the orcish horde that had befallen Velikiya. Prince Arthur commanded 7,000 men, 500 of which being Knights of the Dawn under his command who were leading the charge. Arthur rode atop a white steed, his relic from Aurora seething with blue holy fire and might. As the 500 knights charged into the orc's right flank, each knight killed at least a dozen orcs on the charge alone. Arthur rode along the sea of orcs, decapitating several orcs at once with each swing of his holy relic. As his army encircled the orcs, Arthur created a holy vortex of swirling fire in the middle of the orcish ranks with a snap of his fingers. The vortex decimated the orcish battle lines, killing hundreds of orcs and turning them into ash within seconds. Before the vortex could reach any of the Velikiyans, Arthur once more snapped his fingers and the vortex dissipated into nothing.
Arthur resumed slaughtering orcs until he spotted what must have been the orc warlord, as he wielded a finely crafted battleaxe and was killing Velikiyan soldiers by the dozen. Seeing this, Arthur conjured a spear of white holy fire and hurled it at the orc.....
by Tracian Empire » Sat Oct 07, 2017 9:12 am
by Charlia » Sat Oct 07, 2017 9:45 am
"No, stop it, stop," Alina begged, and tried to intervene once more, only for her to start screaming as the spell overwhelmed her. No, no, no--Tracian Empire wrote:In the Ecclesiarchy, close to the border with Achisia
"He's not like the others? That might be true.. he is even worse.", the female knight replied coldly. Without saying anything to the white haired boy, she simply grasped him by the wrist, forcing him to stand up, gripping it so tightly that.. it seemed to hurt him. No wonder, considering that she was stealing his mana. Before any of the others were able to react, the woman finished, letting his hand go.. before she punched Pride again, right in the belly.. and once again, the blind boy fell on his knees, desperately gasping for air. But this was far from over. Just as the other knights were taking care of the boy, kicking him, beating him, and with one of them putting a metallic collar around his neck, one marked with magical symbols.. the female mage looked at the others again. "I would really, really love to bring you all with us..but since that bastard surrendered himself.. let's say that I can be a little lenient today. Still.. I can't afford it for you to follow us, or anything like that.. so, do us a favor.. and sleep a little."
The yellow eyed woman snapped her fingers.. creating a huge telekinetic blast right in front of her. There was nothing they could have done against it... there was no time to react in any way. It hit them at full force, filled with black magic, a cruel and perfidious spell, designed to knock enemies out, with as much pain as possible, but without hurting or killing them. And when they fell on the ground beneath.. they were all unconscious...
Somewhere
Three of them woke up.. somewhere, in a forest. The sun was setting, and night was coming. Their heads hurt.. and in the case of the pink haired girl, probably her entire body hurt, as Rafal had never managed to fully heal her wounds. And speaking of the green eyed boy.. he was nowhere to be seen.. just like, of course, Pride. And yet.. someone had bandaged her.. partially, at least. It had been done with care, as whoever did it had obviously tried not to intrude too much.. but those bandages had stopped her bleeding.. and they had probably saved her life.
And as the three of them, Lucia, Marina, and Alina had started to wake up..they quickly noticed that they were not alone. A girl was there with them, sitting on the ground, leaning with her back against one of the trees. Perhaps in other circumstances, she would have easily been considered to be beautiful.. but right now, she looked horrible. She was wearing pieces from an old, light armor, more specifically, the pauldrons, a breastplate, small faulds, and greaves. At some point in the past, those pieces of armor used to have a shiny, silver color.. but right now, they were just dirty, and grayish. The rest of her equipment was pretty simple, brown leathery clothes, pants, and boots, all of them worn out and in a pretty bad shape. A wooden shield, with a painting on it.. that seemed to have once shown an coat of arms of sorts. Divided into two, white and dark red, with some sort of a bird on it. The details were quite difficult to discern, since the colors were faded, and the shield itself was covered in cuts, presumably from enemy weapons. A double-edged, one-handed sword was sheathed in a brown leather sheathe, it's handle black.. and for a strange reason, the sword seemed to be in a much better shape than the rest of her equipment. But, enough about objects. As said before, if she would have taken care of herself, and if she would have worn a better attire, the girl could have easily been considered beautiful.. but now is was rather difficult to tell. Her green hair was long and messy, and her eyes had a light grayish color. She seemed to be extremely tired, with dark circles under her eyes..but even if her face was dirty, she had a kind and calm expression...and when she noticed that the three girls had started to wake up, she quickly stood up, worried.
"Are you alright?", she asked, in a Wyzkian accent, as she knelt down next to Alina.
by Remnants of Exilvania » Sat Oct 07, 2017 3:13 pm
by Charlia » Sat Oct 07, 2017 4:08 pm
Mireille looked up in annoyance at the rain, but quickly looked back down at the house excitedly. It looked really cool and old, and like there were ghosts in it, and she loved ghost stories--they were spooky and made chills go down her spine. She'd like a ghost friend, she thought they would be fun to play with.Remnants of Exilvania wrote:Anselm
Merkburger Fen
Unsterb Manor
The coach slowly came to a halt, ending a journey that had taken them over the seas and lands controlled by the Anselmians within 4 days. In Heydekrug Konstanze had made sure that Jeremy and Mireille got onto one of her ships which sailed directly to Arys. It was a particularly fast one so they had made the seafaring part of the journey within merely 3 days. And in Arys a black coach with the family sigil of the Unsterbs had been waiting for them together with a small cavalry escort. And still, the journey had taken them another day through increasingly deserted and desolate parts of the country. But there had still been people other than the quiet men of their escort. And was it just them or were these men not looking all too happy at where they were going? But then they had come to the village at the border of a great fen, a village which had been fortified and was apparently inhabited by nothing but mercenaries who had controlled the papers their escorts showed them before letting them through into the fen.
And after their long ride through the fen, they were now here in front of this great white house. The moon was hidden behind the clouds so the walls were lit only by the unsteady light of the torches carried by their escorts. It's many windows were dark and no light was there behind them. All in all the house looked cold and abandoned. And yet, above it all lay the stench of death and an aura of evil was permeating it's walls that could make those who were weak willed flee again into the fen and rather face the terrors lying in wait there than stay with the ghostly house.
Their guards, although certainly not cowards, pretty much fled the scene right after they had left the coach, leaving them stranded in the fen. No shouting, no cursing would bring them back. The men had fulfilled their objective and were getting the hell out again. Staying around the house too long could be suicide for mere mortal men like them.
Shortly after the riding escorts had disappeared from sight, lightning split the sky in two and shortly illuminated the whole white house and the windows. Was it their imagination or were there shadows quickly ducking for cover behind those windows? Moments later thunder was heard nearby and the cloudy sky opened it's floodgates, starting to rain down upon the couple standing there outside the manor.
by Zapatha » Sat Oct 07, 2017 6:38 pm
by Castle Crashers » Sat Oct 07, 2017 10:54 pm
Tracian Empire wrote:Somewhere else
“It does make sense.. especially if it comes from the Archbishop of Kindness.”, the girl softly answered. “I would have answered differently, probably... I can’t help but sympathize with the one of them who never had anything. The one of them who never had a choice. The one of them who tried his best to do what’s good.. and yet, the cruel fate was always against him. But that’s just how I think.. and I have come to realize that the way in which humans think is pretty.. unpredictable.” The purple eyed girl sighed. “And yet for you to believe that both of them deserved better.. that is an act of compassion worthy of a servant of Benevolentia. Especially since one of them killed your father, after all..” The woman smiled sadly, as she continued to gently and calmly stroke the boy’s hair. And yet, while she was stroking his hair with her left hand.. she also seemed to hold something in her left hand. It was difficult to see.. in the darkness of the night. But she seemed to hold chains.. chains made out of a near transparent, but still black material….that were connected to the old, metallic chains of poor Celio’s collar and cuffs. It nearly looked as if he was a puppet.. and as if she was holding the strings…
"I don't think that we have ever met before.. so you I don't think that you know who I am.. but I know who you are, slave of Benevolentia. You are quite an intriguing human...it will be a pleasure to see how you react to sin.. but there is something else I have to do first..." The girl's voice suddenly became really, really cold.."What are you trying to do to my poor Archbishop? Don't you think that he has suffered enough? Trying to pretend that you are helping him.. trying to pretend that you are his friend.. what are you trying to do, exactly? There are easier ways for you to kill him.. are you trying to make him suffer? Do you want to break his heart, before giving him to the Ecclesiarchy to be burnt on a stake.. or.. " The girl was clearly disgusted just by the thought. "Don't you tell me that you are actually trying to be kind.. that you are actually trying to help him.. that you are actually trying to be his friend.. that thought is just.. repulsive and sickening.."
by Tracian Empire » Sun Oct 08, 2017 12:20 pm
by Charlia » Sun Oct 08, 2017 12:38 pm
"Yes, he's... he's my friend," Alina replied haltingly, starting to calm down. He's my friend. He promised to protect me. Even though I'm just Luxuria's whore... "He was here before... But if he's in this forest, I... I can find him... I can try..." We can't leave without him. I have to find him, fast... and then we can go after that horrible woman, we have to find her before it's too late, but we can't leave without Rafal...Tracian Empire wrote:In a weird forest somewhere
The green haired girl was clearly shocked to see Alina react like that, as she quickly stood up, her shield down on the ground next to her. "I'm not with anyone, I'm alone..my name is Zofia, I'm a knight.", the girl said in a voice that wanted to calm, even if she was a little alarmed. "I'm not going to hurt anyone, I promise. I was trying to reach the nearest city when I found you three, wounded, and I just couldn't leave you like that..the night is dangerous in these forests. But I couldn't move you on my own.. so I tried to help you, while waiting for you to wake up.." The ashen eyed girl raised her hands a little, trying to show that she had no hidden intentions. And the way in which Alina had been bandaged seemed to support her words.."I don't know what awful woman you are talking about.. like I said, when I found you, you three were alone, unconscious, simply lying on the ground." The girl took a deep breath, as if to calm herself down. "Is that Rafal your friend? Is he missing? Because if he is somewhere in this forest.. we have to find him, before the night begins.."
by Remnants of Exilvania » Mon Oct 09, 2017 5:54 am
by Charlia » Mon Oct 09, 2017 7:15 am
Mireille liked this house. It was fun and creepy, and she kept expecting ghosts to pop out at her and say 'boo!' Of course, if they did, she'd just make a face and say 'boo' right back, and see how they liked that; but that was beside the point.Remnants of Exilvania wrote:Anselm
Merkburger Fen
Unsterb Manor
The door was apparently not locked as it swung open with a loud and long creeking sound, revealing a dark hallway leading further into the house. If someone had been up here, then he would have noticed their presence after this sound. And yet, nobody showed up as they made their way deeper and deeper into the dark house. Or maybe they just couldn't see them because it was so dark, because there definitely was this weird feeling of being watched. But they couldn't hear or see anything, an old red carpet muting the sounds of their and others' footsteps.
Finally they reached a room deep in the house that was dimly lit by some candles. It seemed to be some sort of library, bookshelves stacked with old and colourful books lining the walls. The room actually seemed to be in quite good shape. There was no dust on the books nor the floor or the shelves and the candles, although many already almost burnt down, must have been lit only hours ago. Someone had kept this room clean so there definitely was someone living here.
A bloodcurdling scream suddenly rang out from...below? Yes, indeed from below but also from behind one of the book shelves! Secret staircase behind a bookshelf? Yes, indeed. Now, what to do? Try all books untill you found the lever? Or burning down the whole shelf, risking whoever may be torturing or getting tortured behind it to be rather displeased with that?
by Tracian Empire » Mon Oct 09, 2017 11:44 am
by Charlia » Mon Oct 09, 2017 12:26 pm
by Remnants of Exilvania » Wed Oct 11, 2017 6:01 am
by Charlia » Wed Oct 11, 2017 7:24 am
Okay, that was cool. Mireille wasn't entirely sure what all had just happened, but the bookshelf had disappeared, and there was a secret passage and candles and--Remnants of Exilvania wrote:Anselm
Merkburger Fen
Unsterb Manor
One of the books she so mindlessly pulled out of the shelf and threw away seemed to be a little harder to pull out. But nothing she couldn't solve, right? Well, an energic second pull was all that was needed for the book to suddenly come loose with a twang. It was no book. Just an imitation of a book. And where Mireille had ripped it out of the shelf, a metallic spring was visible, which did vanish in a small hole in the shelf. Whatever Mireille just did, she probably just broke it.
But eh, just for this time it still worked so, lucky Mireille I guess? The sound of machinery working behind the shelf could be heard before it moved back a little by itself before simply lowering itself into the ground, revealing a very narrow passage made of stone, leading deeper into the basement of the manor. Candleholders supplied with candles lighted the passage with a dim light. But next thing that came was the smell, coming up from below, almost overwhelming them. It was a stench of rotting flesh, blood, mold and all sorts of creepy basement odors.
The screams they had heard before had stopped though.
by Acruan » Wed Oct 11, 2017 11:23 am
Tracian Empire wrote:Arzalask
The battle was over. The Orcish horde had been defeated, and had been forced to retreat..even if some sporadic fighting was still being done inside the fortress itself, as the remaining White Guard forces there were finishing up the last of the Orcs inside the city. The mounted archers and the light cavalry of Alexander, a small but fast force, had been sent to hunt the routing Orcs, just like Arthur's attack, to kill as many of the routing monsters as possible, but of course, with a lot more caution. The Velikiyan forces there were to follow the Orcs, and to kill as many of them from afar, but mostly, they were there just to make sure that the Orcs were indeed retreating to their steppes, before returning. This was a great victory for the Velikiyans. The White Guard had of course, suffered the most losses, with most of their forces inside the city having been eradicated..but the combined attack of the forces of Prince Alexander and Prince Adi had managed to attack the Orcs on both their flanks, right when their attention had been focused on the city itself. The surprised attack, and especially, the cavalry charges had cut deeply within the Orcish lines, while the mages and arches of Alexander, and the mages and golems of Adi had both caused their enemies tremendous losses - all for the price of a few hundred dead people on both of their sides. But while for their forces, this had been a great victory.. it was clearly a Pyrrhic one for Velikiya as a whole. If it hoped to be able to continue its fight against the Orcish menace.. something had to be done.
Under the black flag, with its pure white sun, a messenger was sent to Prince Adi, asking for him and Prince Arthur to meet with Prince Alexander in the middle of the battlefield, between their two forces. And that's where Alexander was waiting for them, surrounded by some of his Knights of the Black Sun, in their silver armors and white uniforms, with both Velikiya's white-black and his own inversed, black-white flag waving behind him, held in the air on top of lances. Alexander was wearing the armor and uniform of a Grand Master of the Order of the Black Sun, but without the helmet, revealing his long and somewhat messy black hair, and his pale skin. He looked slightly like his now dead cousin, but while his presence was not on the same level as the appearance of hero-knights like Arthur.. he was still impressive, the stern look of his sickly, yellowish eyes imposing respect. And as such.. he waited.
by Zapatha » Wed Oct 11, 2017 3:05 pm
by Tracian Empire » Thu Oct 12, 2017 12:21 pm
by Charlia » Thu Oct 12, 2017 3:58 pm
Her eyes were frighteningly blank, and she continued to stare at the approaching beings, the forest still shifting and moving around the two, the trees shielding them, dying branches weaving together in an intricate latticework barrier. Arrows lodged harmlessly in the wood, though pain was visible on Alina's face with each strike, and the two sides were left to fight their battle alone, not affecting the two previously caught in the middle.Tracian Empire wrote:In a spooky forest somewhere
Despite their initial advantage.. it really seemed that the idea of attacking Alina in the middle of a forest had been a really, really bad one.. even if the forest was dying.. it was well, still a forest. Which gave her a huge advantage.. because of her unique magical powers. And to say the truth, even if they were really easy to make.. undead skeletons weren't exactly powerful. Without defensive spells being placed on them.. they were just walking bones. The ground was broken open, and roots tore through it, throwing the undead beings high into the air, splitting the tree the green eyed boy was tied to into two, branches ripping the rope that tied him.. and the boy fell on the ground...
And the impact seemed to have woken him up. Rafal slowly opened his eyes, looking around him in confusion.. but he seemed to be too weakened to even try to stand back up. "Alina?..", he tried to say, in a feeble voice...but soon, his vague attempts to speak were interrupted by the sound of war horns...tearing through the woods behind her. Turning around, the pink haired girl was able to see them. Skeletal knights in the distance, visible between the trees, wearing rusty armors that had once been silver, ragged tunics that had once been crimson and white, corroded lances and swords, broken shields, and dented helmets that covered their empty skull.. and waving in the wind, rolled around their spears, tattered flags. They rushed forward, charging at full speed.. but not at her. Both Alina and Rafal were in their way, and they did not care.. but their enemies were on the other side of the glade. From the darkness they appeared, skeletal figures, wearing torn black robes, just like before, horrible white masks..magical circles appeared, bows of black energy in their dead hands, and they fired, waves and waves of burning arrows..so many that they covered the sky above them. Tormented souls, forced to relieve the same battle, again and again, in death just as in life...
And Alina and Rafal were right in the middle of it.. between the charge of the undead paladins, and the deadly attack of the fiendish mages, with arrows falling upon them..
by Kingdom of Irhk » Thu Oct 12, 2017 6:41 pm
Tracian Empire wrote:
Wyzkia
"So, you were a Duke..from our Kingdom..", the Princess said, in an even weaker voice.. as a crimson stain slowly started to blossom on the dark blue tunic over her armor. "But even then.. you don't have to.. you don't have.." Alexis remained quiet, breathing heavily. Meanwhile, the witch just.. sighed. "Well, you wouldn't have to walk away on your own. We are always keen on hiring the help of those good enough to fight with us..and helping us accomplish our objective would earn you more than just a duty and the gratitude of a realm that will no longer exist..and trust me, we are not the hunted. We will soon enough become the hunters.. and all those who have dared to fight against us and the one we serve will pay, in rivers of blood for it. But it seems that your sense of morality and honor is much stronger than you would like to admit.. that's such a shame.." The black eyed woman sighed again. "Unfortunately, I can't say that I am going to agree with your proposal.. we will fight, of course.. but you will be killed.. and you will be cursed to serve our cause as an undead abomination.. how does that sound, proud knight? I will defeat you, and I will take your princess away... just try to stop me..."
Without wasting any time, the woman released the two arrows of black magic, both of them aimed directly at Eric's eyes. And before he was even able to properly react, the with stepped back.. and behind her, the dark mages just watched..it was obvious. The inhuman witch wanted to fight this as fairly as possible, of course, from the point of view of a fiendish black mage..just her against him.. even if she had clearly had the advantage. "Powers of creation, pay heed, and turn all of life into ashes and darkness!", the white haired mage shouted, as she pulled back the bow's string again..and three arrows of black energy, burning in a fiery red fire appeared..and the witch released them..directly at the knight.
What a wonderful battle..
by Granis » Fri Oct 13, 2017 4:23 am
Tracian Empire wrote:Arys, in the past, during the War of the Six Realms
Katia was quick to react. Even if she was too weakened to properly fight..she moved quickly, using some magic to jump, as she landed on the ground, next to her wounded brother. The white haired girl helped the silver eyed boy up, before the two of them jumped again, managing to reach one of the higher rooftops.. just as Leide managed to flood pretty much the entire lower part of the city. The screams and the shouts of the people and the soldiers were heard, but luckily, the water wasn't high enough to kill anyone.. hopefully. Still, the sheer force with which it was flooding the city was a force to be reckoned with.. and Teacher wasted no time for her response. Sloth snapped her fingers, and the ground beneath them started to shake. In a marvelous example of earth elemental magic, Sloth broke the ground, raising dams of stone and mud from it, blocking the larger streets of the city, stopping the water, pushing it back, creating a semicircular wall of earth around the flood.. saving the rest of the lower Arys from the flood. But, since the water had nowhere else to go.. it was clear that its level was going to rise. Coughing blood, the mage quickly moved on to the next spell, creating several burning crimson magical circles around..throwing tornadoes of pure fire out of them, forcing the water to evaporate, fighting directly against Leide's magic. The sheer heat of it started to push the boy's water back..and the steam created by it covered the place. Leide was incapable of seeing anything.. and before he was able to react, Teacher appeared in front of him, and a ball of that blood that she had stolen earlier hit him at full force, throwing him in the air.. making him crash into the water a few meters away. The boy mage tried to stand up, to react, to fight back.. but he was just.. so..so tired... and just as Teacher was preparing her next spell.. Leide fell asleep...falling into the water...
When he finally woke up.. it was night. He was tied to a tree, from the looks of it, his hands bound with some sort of a rope that he was unable to see...he was in a forest, that at least was clear. And he was able to feel the cold metal of a sword right to its throat.. and holding the sword, right in front of him..was a girl he knew all too well.. with a long and messy white hair, with a pale skin, and with ashen gray eyes. But unlike.. just a few moments ago, for him..or, technically, just a few years ago.. this Katia.. was certainly Wrath. There was no doubt about it. She was wearing the black robes of the Cult of Sins..and the expression on her otherwise beautiful face was one of pure, burning hate. Her hand was there though.. dark healing magic, despite its many disadvantages, was quite efficient.
"What a surprise..I would have never imagined that I would be able to catch you so soon after our little fight.. to meet the same idiotic mage from earlier over here...this is a pretty satisfying situation..", Wrath told him, pushing the blade of her sword a little bit.. just enough as to cut his throat a little bit.. just enough for a little blood to start dripping. "Now tell me, little brave mage.. how should I punish you? You know..it hurt.. what you did to me hurt so much..having your hand blown up isn't exactly a nice feeling.. would you want me to repay you the favor? Or should I take it one step further.. how would you feel if I were to cut off your limbs, one by one? Wouldn't that be really, really fun?..", the girl asked.. licking her lips in excitement.
Charlia wrote:Okay, that was cool. Mireille wasn't entirely sure what all had just happened, but the bookshelf had disappeared, and there was a secret passage and candles and--Remnants of Exilvania wrote:Anselm
Merkburger Fen
Unsterb Manor
One of the books she so mindlessly pulled out of the shelf and threw away seemed to be a little harder to pull out. But nothing she couldn't solve, right? Well, an energic second pull was all that was needed for the book to suddenly come loose with a twang. It was no book. Just an imitation of a book. And where Mireille had ripped it out of the shelf, a metallic spring was visible, which did vanish in a small hole in the shelf. Whatever Mireille just did, she probably just broke it.
But eh, just for this time it still worked so, lucky Mireille I guess? The sound of machinery working behind the shelf could be heard before it moved back a little by itself before simply lowering itself into the ground, revealing a very narrow passage made of stone, leading deeper into the basement of the manor. Candleholders supplied with candles lighted the passage with a dim light. But next thing that came was the smell, coming up from below, almost overwhelming them. It was a stench of rotting flesh, blood, mold and all sorts of creepy basement odors.
The screams they had heard before had stopped though.
Her face contorted in disgust as the smell registered with her, but she held her breath and blocked it out. "Come on, Jermee," she said, for a moment allowing herself to breathe, and frowned again. It smelled terrible. She grabbed Jermee's hand and started pulling him down. "Hey!" she shouted. "Hello! You didn't let us in yourself, that's kinda rude I think! You're down here, right?"
by Remnants of Exilvania » Fri Oct 13, 2017 11:26 am
by Tracian Empire » Sat Oct 14, 2017 10:15 am
by Charlia » Sat Oct 14, 2017 11:08 am
"...Somebody breaks their toys a lot," Mireille mumbled. "Like me." She didn't seem to realize how horrific the room was, but simply looked around with what appeared to be sadness, remembering her own many unfortunate 'toys'. She was still a little bit cross from the incident on the stairs, but what injuries had been sustained were easily rectified by her own nature. She just... wanted to meet her new friend... and they weren't even there...Remnants of Exilvania wrote:Anselm
Merkburger Fen
Unsterb Manor
You know that it is bad running down stairs in a dark passage into a wet dungion? Well, Jeremy either hadn't cared about it anymore or it was simply a small oversight. And so it was no miracle that his foot slipped on one of the increasingly wet stairs...and he fell backwards...and of course had no hands free to save himself...
What he did have though was a really nice cushion that saved him from suffering a fatal wound on the back of his head when falling onto the stone stairs. Problem was, that cushion was Mireille. So, not only had he just basically slammed her onto stone stairs with her back and head, but also thrown himself onto pelvis with full force. Autsch, that was surely going to hurt. And once Mireille was back up, Jeremy would probably get to feel just how much that hurt.
(Totally not godmodded version: Mireille though managed to open her wings quickly enough, which apparently also were strong enough to keep her in the air as well as Jeremy's upper body, preventing them from painfully falling onto the stone. Still though, that sudden near accident should've made them a little more cautious.)
Anyway, they eventually made it to the end of the neverending staircase. The stench had gotten worse the deeper they had come and now they surely were in the very centre of this putrid smell. And the dim light of the few candles revealed what it was that caused this smell.
In the centre of the room they had entered, very well illuminated by a crapton of candles, was what seemed to be a wooden table, complete with all sorts of metal and leather restraints. The wood was soaked in blood and pools of it were all around the table. Just like an arm and a leg that were just lying in a small box next to the table, as if they had been thrown away into some trashbin. But most importantly, the table was empty, the restraints open. A little bit further there was yet another blood table, blood gathering below it as well. Luckily, whatever was on that table was obscured by a sheet. But if they got closer to it, they would be able to smell something that shouldn't be smelled here, far away from where the odor originated. Faint, almost completely covered up by all the other gross odors. there was a stench of the sea, of salt water, coming from that table.
Another very interesting feature of this room, although barely visible due to a lack of light, was the fact that, along the walls where the secret passage was that they just came through, there were coat hooks. Well, actually not coat hooks but meathooks. And they were lining the wall in a similar fashion as...well...uh...how these lines of hooks were you can hang your jackets and coats! Anyway, instead of coats, the hooks bore a much more gruesome load. Bodies. Gross, unnatural bodies. They were all there, put onto those hooks, held up the hooks going under their scapulas and keeping them hanging there. Pale abominations, from all of them visible that they had lost their blood long ago. Their bodies covered in stitches, often sporting several arms or legs or even heads. Or when they were equipped with metal blades or claws or whatever weird stuff instead of limbs. There were quite a feew of these Frankensteins hanging there.
And yet, it was not the full horror of this room. For in another part of the room they could see more hanging. Here the hooks were attached to the ceiling and the people hanging down from them seemed to be mostly fine. Again the meathooks were under their scapulas, holding them in their place. The interesting part here was, that below every single one of these hanging people, which looked like completely normal dead people, was a bucket. Yes, a bucket. And well, the normal hanging people weren't that normal afterall, since they were missing both their feet and their hands. Those they could currently not see but there was a pile of hands and feet in one corner of the room.
And yet, no living person showed itself. No movement could be seen.
...Of course.Tracian Empire wrote:In a spooky forest somewhere
The sounds of the battle raging on around them continued to be vaguely heard from behind of the barrier that surrounded them.. but they were safe. For now. And yet, when Alina tried to help Rafal to stand back up.. he did not seem to be recognizing her.. it was almost as if he hadn't even noticed that someone else was there. The poor green eyed boy continued to look at the lattice of branches, as if he was able to see the brutal fighting behind it...as he was quivering. "Stop them.. please..", he whispered, his voice shaking.. as tears started to well up in his eyes. "There is too many of them.. the arrows.. the fire..it burns.. it's so hot.. it burns...I can't breathe.. we can't breathe..there is too many of them..they're everywhere.. those who fall off from their horses die.. they all die.. we will all die.. but I don't want to die.." Rafal fell back on his knees. "They never told us about all of this.. they told us..that battles are fair..that they're for heroes, that fighting for your realm is honorable..what is honor when you are burning alive?.. What is glory when arrows pierce your flesh?" What is heroic in dying painfully in a forest, only to be forgotten afterwards? And we believed them.. we were stupid enough to believe them...why was I the one to survive? It's not fair.. it's not fair.. there is no one to save us..we're all dead..there is no one listening..there is no one praying..we'll bring shame to our families.. we have to die honorably..but honor means nothing.. when war is unfair..
It was known, that those who die in horrible ways, without being buried.. never find their rest. Their souls would relieve their deaths, again and again, for all eternity..when so many people died, in equally horrible ways, in a single place..the memories of someone who took part in that gruesome event were enough..to bring all that torment forth into reality...
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