Ragnar Posted November 30, 2014 Share Posted November 30, 2014 (edited) "Sinbad's right, my legs are falling asleep from listening from this mushy stuff and lecturing us about how scary the future holds." Gideon interrupted. "I won't give you the benefit of the doubt but i would happily prove myself otherwise. the only difference is: I gaze straight upon death's eyes without flinching and you blink." The turk said with a smirk to Leon. "I'm an opportunist, when something present itself, i grab it, i think knew the risk when i first embark on this quest." The swordsman stands up,stretch out his arms and shakes it off, trying to get the feeling back from all of that talking and waiting. Edited November 30, 2014 by typhlosionrulez Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sutoratosu Posted November 30, 2014 Author Share Posted November 30, 2014 "I didn't blink when I was saving this damn species from Sitanas, did I?" Leonidas thought sarcastically in response to Gideon's comments. "Well, excuse me then, you young fool," He said, walking past the Turk and heading towards the city. "I'm just trying to force myself to come to terms with the fact that I'm going to soon see the only real people I could ever call 'Family' be snuffed out in quick succesion... better that I did it now, before we find them all. Waiting until after would probably lead to a sappy reunion scene..." His voice changed as he spoke, shifting from that of Stratos back to that of the Old Man whom Leonidas truly was... and there was genuine pain there. The old hero was taking it harder than any of them could ever know... but yet he kept walking towards that glinting city in the moonlight, kept walking into the fray, for he had a job to do, and he could not allow himself or the Warriors following him to ever falter... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ragnar Posted November 30, 2014 Share Posted November 30, 2014 Wait what? what family? all i see is a bunch of orphans here.. Gideon thought to himself as he realize something, perhaps Leonidas was right, maybe this group was the closest thing as a real family. Gideon smiled of ever thinking that idea. "Welp, till the ends of the earth." the Turk simply said to the group and shrugs as he follows the trail of the old hero towards the glistening city. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Veterans Azeria Posted December 4, 2014 Veterans Share Posted December 4, 2014 "By the god of--.That place looks like a glass church got smashed to pieces"Was one of the thoughts flying through Shavian's mind.Deciding he wanted to ask the Man something,he gestured for the piece of paper in Deric's hand. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sutoratosu Posted December 4, 2014 Author Share Posted December 4, 2014 Abaslom and Lucian quickly cuaght up to Leonidas and Sinbad as the two made way for the ruins. Gideon, Zoliver and Darius were the only ones still by the fire, save for Deric and Shavian "I take it you're a mute since you won't answer verbally," Deric observed as he handed the slip of paper back to the young shop keeper. "You wouldn't happen to know signs, would you? It would honestly make communicating a lot faster than writing everything down and showing it to us." Deric held up one hand and signed the very same question as he simultaneously asked it verbally, testing to see if Shavian understood the gestures and their meaning. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aurorix Posted December 4, 2014 Share Posted December 4, 2014 "Well, shall we get going?" Zolivar said to the two men still by the fire. He then caught up with the four men walking towards the ruins. He was pretty close behind Lucian just in case that beast decided to show up again. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sutoratosu Posted December 13, 2014 Author Share Posted December 13, 2014 ((I'm moving this on, Azery, You'll simply have to catch up later on.)) Sinbad, Darius, Gideon, Zoliver The wind picked up and sent drifts of sand blowing towards the group as they continued to trek away from the fire's light. Leonidas led the way in silence, the soft swish of sand eventually starting to give way to a harsh crunch under his boots. All around them, the dessert was sparkling with thousands upon thousands of tiny lights beneath the moon's glow. The silhouettes of blackened and collapsed ruins stretched out before the men, reaching up to the majesty of the full moon in vain, doomed to forever lay mere shells of whatever former glory they had been. The scorched and fused remains of what had likely been a major street lay desolate and open just a few dozen more paces from their spot. Leonidas removed his Cloak and Pauldrons as he stomped harder and harder on the glossy stuff underfoot, dropping the gear onto the spot he'd attacked and holding out the arm that he had used to block Deric from taking his head off his shoulders. A nasty length of scarlet graced the flesh, still slowly bleeding as tiny droplets spilled onto the disowned piece of armor. "We need to talk about a few things before we venture beyond this area," he said. A stony gaze was what he fixed on the travelers, including Absalom and Lucian;one that made it clear that if they had any questions, they had best keep their damn mouths shut and listen. A strange symbol began to glow to life on his palms as more blood dripped down onto the metal and broken glass. "From what Deric mentioned back there, there are apparently Dragons somewhere within the city. The Danger level of what we're about to do... has just risen to as high as it could possibly get." https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JOYl8IyMN7E He began to draw a shape reminiscent of a spear in the air with his bleeding arm, his index and middle fingers glowing a hot white along with the symbol on his palm. The air burned and distorted as wispy lines dragged behind their wake, staying in place as he continued, finishing what appeared to be the head of the weapon, then the shaft... until finally sitting there in the air before them all was an intricately designed outline of a lance. "When we are within that city, you WILL do as you are told by me, and you will NOT hesitate to do it. Do you understand?" He dropped his hand away from the light outline, holding it now open towards the gear sitting on the ground as it started to take on a hazy glow the same color of the blood he was still leaking. "If you do, then you're death will be almost certainly assured. These are full grown wyrms we will be dealing with; they are a thousand cuts above the average monster and a thousand times more intelligent as well. One false move, and it won't matter if you all are among the 'Chosen Ones', your life will be snatched up and devoured as if you were nothing but a piece of steak thrown to the dogs." The hazy red glow began to elongate and warp, breaking down the Pauldrons and collar guard and cloak into nothing short of a thousand pinpoints of ethereal matter. Ethereal matter that drifted up as if caught in a hot wind and began spiraling around the shape Leonidas had drafted. The outline took on a blood red glow all it's own. "If you are to awaken Arthur from his slumber as Deric however, you have no choice but to engage these entities and the man known as Marca. From the account so far, it seems as if it is he and he alone whom has caused so much turmoil to prevent Arthur being able to break free of his own accord. He is distracted. And that stops him from realizing what must be done here." All at once, the storm of blood red specks of light rushed in towards the light mold, blazing in a furious luminance that practically blinded all except Leon himself. A shockwave of scarlet energy issued forth, blowing in the adventurers faces like a hot wind. It smelled heavy, metallic... smelled like blood. Leonidas' blood. The star that was the weapon the Hero had magically forged without a fire began to die a little as the moments dragged on, revealing it's actual shape. A long, jagged head with a serrated side that looked like a cruel sawblade, while on the other resembled a broad dagger with an equally as vicious yet curved edge that all came to an apex in a razor sharp point. The shaft extended for a the better part of five and half feet, nearly six if not exactly. The entire length had a curve to it, in a s shape almost, like one would find on a Scimitar or a curved blade. But the most startling feature... was that the entire thing was an eerie scarlet in coloration, from the tip of the head all the way to the end of the shaft. A leather strap was equip at the top and bottom, but To top the uneasiness of the weapon it glowed with a faint light of matching hue; as if it had been bathed in the blood of angels. And Leon grabbed it up in his bloody hand, leveling the thing right at Sinbad and his Cohorts. "He is distracted..." he continued in a fury. "SO DESTROY THAT DISTRACTION!" the men could feel their blood run cold as he said those worlds. The only guarantee they had that he wouldn't go and strike them down then and there for no reason was the fact that he lowered the weapon to his side. "Say you understand," He ordered everyone of them but Sinbad coldly as the sound of dragons roaring came from very, very far in the distance, sounding like nothing more than a whisper on the wind... but unmistakable to the Dragoneer's ears. "Because if you don't, I'll leave you all here like a bunch of four year olds for Sinbad to babysit, While I go take care of those damn beast solo style...if you will not follow directions within that city, I will not lead you inside to your death." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Support Squad Felicity Posted December 13, 2014 Support Squad Share Posted December 13, 2014 Darius saluted, his time in training coming back to him in a rush as he received his orders from Leon. The main difference was that he was equal parts determined and scared shitless. "Understood Sir!" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ragnar Posted December 14, 2014 Share Posted December 14, 2014 Gideon simply smirk at Leon as he agrees to his terms. "I am build to adapt, that's what Turks do, besides i don't plan on dying on this city anyways." Gideon boldly answered. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aurorix Posted December 14, 2014 Share Posted December 14, 2014 Zolivar began to stretch before the fight, "Yea I understand, though do you know where a man can find a sword around here? Any weapon for that matter would be nice." Zolivar said casually and began to stop stretching. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Veterans Azeria Posted December 18, 2014 Veterans Share Posted December 18, 2014 Shavian signed to Leonidas(correct me if i'm wrong)that he understood and got ready by doing a few stretches and other things."Wait,how many of those dragons are there?"Shavian thought as he looked in the direction of the city and moved his hands in a way that Leon would understand his question which asked how many dragons there were. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sutoratosu Posted December 18, 2014 Author Share Posted December 18, 2014 ((Everyone just assume that Deric and Shavian were walking over while Deric was talking to him. Yes, they are in this scene)) "What's he doing with his hands?" Leon asked Deric, eyebrows raised at Shavian's signed question as another bout of roaring came then died down in the distance. "What, is this some kind of spell or something...?" "He's asking how many there are," Deric said simply, adjusting the leather and wooden sheath at his side to sit at the front of his hip, poking out to the side a tad and lying diagonally across his upper thigh; a far better position to quick strike from as he'd learned over the years. "Which I can answer; There's two of them, one looking to be in control of Fire, and the other with dominion over Ice. To make it worse, they seemed to be able to work together when they attacked me..." "Ah, lovely then..." Leon said, his face darkening a little as he gazed out over the ruined architecture and lifeless streets still filled with soot and ash. "I guess that explains why the place is completely charred to nothing now. Two at once, I admit, it's been a very long time since I've had that type of Slaying..." He nodded back to the men with an unsettling confidence despite his words, a gleam in his eyes as a smirk broke through the stony expression he had been holding. "Remember, do as I say, and don't die. If it seems like things are getting too fierce, each and everyone of you is to run as fast as you can. And stay close, we're likely going to have to search for a while before we actually find their locations; but it shouldn't be too daunting a task with the fools roaring up a storm every five minutes." As if on cue another series of roars sounded far in the distance. Leon was heading the path to the large avenue down below, picking his way down the steep slope of glass by crushing foot holds with dents and hollows in it's smooth, sleek face using the butt of his spear shaft. Before anyone could even react to his last peice of advice, the Old Hero was already down on the fused Stone and Glass walkway. "I suggest you get moving," He called back up the slope, nodding to the Climbing points he had created during his graceful descent. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aurorix Posted December 18, 2014 Share Posted December 18, 2014 "Ay, sir." Zolivar said before following the path that Leon had made for them, carefully trying to avoid any sharp pieces of glass that maybe hidden on the slope. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sutoratosu Posted December 21, 2014 Author Share Posted December 21, 2014 Leon watched as Zoliver the fool made his way down to the melted street, spear at the ready and ears open for the roar of the two wyrms in the area. All around him and the young knight tiny, spherical lights of a sky blue began to flicker and flare, seeming to move idly from place to place like wraiths of some sort, each one casting an ethereal glow in the night air. Twas like watching tiny lanterns of azure flame hover to and fro randomly. "And so it begins..." Leonidas sighed, obviously familiar with whatever was going on here. A few of the lights hovered over to him cautiously, halting and stopping behind walls before peeking out and moving closer. Even more were beginning to gather around Zoliver... "The rest of you, get down here!" The hero ordered up the slope, his tone suggested no time for any nonsense. "Especially you, Deric!" the magistrate was already making his way down, his sword at the ready in his hands, expected to find some opposition that would've warranted Leon's sudden shouting. "The hell is this?" He asked Leonidas once he was on the melted stone and glass. The lights surrounding the two men turned their attention now, seemingly drawn by the Magistrates voice, noticing his very presence, like a beacon to them all, for the first time. They could sense it, this man's soul, he was a bringer of salvation for them in their lost nature. And so it was that the lights did the only thing they could... they flocked to the light. "They're souls..." Leonidas said a bit dejectedly, the look on his face seeming as though he dreaded this situation for some reason. "If you had your memories, you'd remember quite clearly all the times we came across this type of thing...it's always like this after a mass death..." He turned to the slope and those still on it, finding Lucien and Absalom now scrambling down, the gun slinger reaching out and pulling the Dirosi boy back to balance before he could trip at the base of the hill and carve his face up on the broken shards. The only ones Leon could still see was Sinbad and Darius and the Mute boy who had been making strange hand signs as if he were casting some spell. "ALL OF YOU!" he shouted once more, a bit of anger palpable this time at having been ignored the first two rounds of orders. "Unless your legs are broken, you will get down here, and you will do it NOW!" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Support Squad Felicity Posted December 21, 2014 Support Squad Share Posted December 21, 2014 Darius moved to take his armour encumbered body down the path Leon had made, being careful as he did so, ready for anything. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ragnar Posted December 22, 2014 Share Posted December 22, 2014 Gideon moves silently like a cat, as he draws one of his swords and was very aware of his surroundings. unlike the others, Gideon was lightfooted and could easily scale the treacherous path ahead of him, maybe its because he is just wearing a padded tunic, unlike the rest of the group who carries excessive amount of heavy metal in their body. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Veterans Azeria Posted December 23, 2014 Veterans Share Posted December 23, 2014 "Better not to take chances,when someone like him's angry bad things happen"Shavian thought as he walked as fast as he could to lionidas's current position. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sutoratosu Posted December 25, 2014 Author Share Posted December 25, 2014 ((Hukuna, I'm just gonna assume that Sinbad came down along with the others in order to keep him current in the story)) The lights began to dim and quiver as the group gathered down on the street, retreating from the pull of Deric's unseeable light that he carried in his heart and blade, fear and awe racking their essences as they turned (Which was rather hard to notice they even did, given they were spherical in nature...and had no faces to distinguish different sides with) and gazed up at a ruined roof top overlooking the broad avenue of melted Cobble and Glass, all of them suddenly flooding back towards the magistrate and huddling around him for safety as they glimpsed a sight that was...truly something to say the least. Though as to what it was, none of the men or Absalom could see it. "Arthur," Leon said, casting a glance to Deric expectantly as the Ex-Lawman steadily edged backwards from the spheres of hazy blue light, an uneasy look on his face... but it wasn't from the ghostly orbs. For Deric was staring up at the exact same roof top the lost souls were, his sword beginning to glow in an unearthly light, cloaked in hazy silver fog that gleamed a brightest white. All he could do was look down at the thing with confusion as he began to feel presences, presences all around. Everywhere, in the buildings, on the streets... all over the ruined city, he could feel every single one as if they were lines attached to his mind like some Ethereal Spider Web all centered at a single point. Voices, Thoughts, Fears, Anger, Shock... he could feel it all from the strands connecting he and them. So much Anguish in this place, something truly awful had to have occurred... And he knew it had, for he had watched this city burn in a pillar of hell fire just hours ago. But what were these presences he felt now? Leon called them souls, but... why is it that Deric was able to sense them when seemingly none of the others could? and what about this strange glow cloaking Lucretia's Sword now? What...what was going on? "Arthur!!" Leonidas repeated, shouting this time. It took a few moments more for the man to break from his pondering, looking back from the roof to the old man inhabiting a young body. "Good," He said, smirking as he saw the glow of the Muinnat Blade he held. "You're power has reawakened from being around a place so heavily stained with the shock of sudden death... that will make getting your memories back far easier if we'll have the Spectral Lord on our side against the wyrms." "I don't know what you're talking about, you loon," Deric said, eyes glued to the roof still. "But look there, you see that glow, the one like the northern star? I can sense these... these things somehow.... and this one seems to have a presence that far overpowers all of them by hundreds of leaps and bounds... there's almost no comparison, they're mere specks of dust next to it." It was not long after that the group could see what he was speaking about. For on the same rooftop he was gazing they too now spotted a powerful blue light the same color of that of the souls below, so fierce and noble that it threatened to blind them with it's divine majesty. The winds picked up in a storm, howling and barking at the men like savage dogs of war as the light gradually began to take shape, beginning to resemble a human... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vb_bxvR_Kms Before long it's corporal form was fully completed, and standing there atop the roof of the building, bathed in an ethereal blue glow that could rival the sun for intensity, Cloak billowing and Rippling in the wild winds of the dessert, Shades gazing down at them, looking quite regal in his pose... was none other than Boho himself. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ragnar Posted December 25, 2014 Share Posted December 25, 2014 "This place is getting creepier by the minute" Gideon said under his breath not letting his guard down as the winds became restless and the bright blue light takes its form from the rooftop. The Turk partially covers his eyes from the light, only to find a human figure shaping up. "Boho? is that you? but how?" The swordsman asked in disbelief, no, I can't be.. i only know one man with that outrageous hairdo and with that weird fashion..but he's dead? what the hell is going? Leon said this place is dangerous, I didn't recall him saying it's also freaky. it must something to do with Deric or Arthur or whatever he's called! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sutoratosu Posted December 25, 2014 Author Share Posted December 25, 2014 "Who else but me, bucko?" Boho's soul called from atop the building. "Did you all really think some fast assed, little robe wearing, pansy kid would be enough to off me for good? Heck no, I turned myself into light shards using an old Magistrate's trick right before that little fucker could take me down and I've been following you guys ever since...." he cast a look over at Deric and his glowing blade of white. "Now... Brother in white, if you would be so kind as to turn off whatever mumbo jumbo you're doing with your sword there... I'm pretty certain it's interfering with my technique here; it turned me into a ghost of all things... You know how hard it is to kick ass and take names when you're foot phases right through said ass and your hands can't pick up the quill and parchment in order to write down the names?" "I would if I knew how," Deric answered, glancing at the weapon. "unfortunately though it seems as though whatever abilities I've suddenly uncovered in myself have a mind of their ow-" he was quite rudely interrupted by Leon's spear coming around in a haphazard arc through the air, swung like a pickaxe in some hazy mine deep below the earth as it's head collided with the metal of the Blade's face and as if by magic sent the object flying out of Deric's hand and Sinking right into the melted cobbled stones and glass behind him. The hazy glow gradually faded as it rested lodged within the street, the blue gleam adorning Boho dying right along with it. "Problem solved," Leonidas said, resting the Blood Red sphere across his shoulders and draping his hands over it's shaft, as if carrying a water-bearing pole, his attention drifting back towards Boho the magnificent. "So that was all just nothing more than you fleeing then, when you came into contact with that light storm Marcelos was using on me?" "Hey! No sir, Bohomus Boreamus does NOT flee!" Boho said, holding up a finger in the air as he corrected the man. "I just make Tactical Retreats in a very urgent and effective manner!" "Yes yes, whatever..." Leon said. "Well, you're here now, so-" "And Strat," Boho interrupted, glaring at Lucien from behind his dark shades. "What the hell is pretty boy over there doing not tied up and beaten? What, has he come down with stockholm syndrome or something? Or did you all just whip him so badly that he begged to help you in exchange for you not killing him?" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Support Squad Felicity Posted December 25, 2014 Support Squad Share Posted December 25, 2014 Relieved to see his companion alive and well, Ish, Darius walked up with a grin, though he was a little confused. "Boho, you said you followed us, right? If you did, you'd know the mental buggering Anansi put us through" Darius reasoned, still smiling. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sutoratosu Posted December 25, 2014 Author Share Posted December 25, 2014 "What?" Boho said. "Oh, yeah, the whole talk with the giant spider and Stratos here turning into an old man and all that jazz? yeah, I know... I just don't like What's his face over there; Lucien or whatever he's called." "Well, it wouldn't be the first time I had issues with a Magistrate..." Lucien said, a bit of anger in his voice as he looked up at the man bashing him on the rooftop. "Calm down, I'm no threat to any of you anymore. If I try anything, I lose my only shot at redemption. Or at least that's what the spider told me as he turned back into nothing but a helpless, sniveling brat and dangled me over a bridge by my ankles..." "Oh yeah," Boho said, unable to help but chuckle a litle at the memory. "I liked that, what Anansi did to put ya in your place like the dog you are. The moment I saw him scare you straight the hard way, He became alright in my books." "This is all stemming from the incident at the gate, isn't it?" The Gunslinger demanded, his hand idling towards his weapon, though Leonidas stopped him with a whirl of his lance, bringing the thing around to the boy's throat, the point hovering just a centimeter or two above the skin, "Watch yourself," he warned in his gravelly, aged voice. "You're not special or even critical to this fight, boy. If you're going to start strife and go drawing arms on friends, then I'll have no reservations about doing the same as I kill you and feed what's left to the dragons before I kill them too, understand?" he lowered his weapon without even waiting for the response, again resting it across his shoulders as Lucien slowly lowered his hand back to his side. "To answer your question, pretty boy," Boho called down, arms crossed as he watched The Hero put the mut back in his rightful place. "Yes, indeedy, it does stem from that. And from when you damn near blew off Darius's head on the bridge too. You seem a bit trigger happy, maybe someday I'll break all your fingers... see how well you can go firing upon good folks when your digits are ground to powder." "Enough, Boho." Leonidas warned simply, glaring at him. "Alright, alright, Strat," he said, grinning mischievously at the Dragoneer. "I was just kidding... maybe... alright, that's a lie, I fully intend to do it if he causes issues again... anyways" he turned his attention to Darius and the others. "So just let me make sure I have the gist of the breifing Anansi gave you all: the world is more or less steadily approaching the end and the only way to avoid it is to go around and find some old friends of Leon here, after which we have no idea what we're supposed to do, and we also have no idea what exactly we're going up against in the future or where any of the heroes are slumbering except my fellow Brother in white over there?" He nodded over towards Deric as he finished. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Raindrop Valkyrie Posted December 25, 2014 Share Posted December 25, 2014 "Pretty much, but we get too look dashing while we do it. I think the rest of these guys need to get the same sense of style we do Boho." said Sinbad, chuckling as he walked up. "Also, I don't like to know what we are up against, more exciting." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sutoratosu Posted December 30, 2014 Author Share Posted December 30, 2014 A piercing, draconic screech tore through the dry desert air immediately after Sinbad finished, so loud that if there were any glass still left in the burned out window sills of the empty shells all around them they'd shatter into countless shards. In the distance not far from where they were they could see the bright haze of hundreds of tiny lights like the ones surrounding them beginning to swirl around some strange figure like a maelstrom, the black shawl cladding their shoulders fluttering to and fro around them like a flag caught in a violent tempest. The thing, presumably a man, sat perched atop a pale horse, the beast so rail thin that one would think it hadn't eaten for weeks, yet still somehow strong enough to support a rider. A black mist emanated from the animal's nostrils with every puff of breath, it's eyes an eerie black like the empty abyss of death... but that was far from the strangest trait that caught the group's eyes; for this mare... had four extra legs supporting it. The rider himself had a face whiter than even Anansi's shell had been, from what the group could remember, Marked by it's sheer narrowness and the man's sharp nose, straight like a razor and bearing a strange marking across it's ridge. His eye's were mismatched, one golden and burning bright like the sun, while the other was a cold and lifeless silver like the moon itself. He hadn't even the slightest hint of any hair from what they could see, the top of his head barren and desolate like the valley of death. His body was nearly as thin as his horse's, his bare chest showing as his shawl billowed all around his frail looking frame. A pair of baggy black linen trousers clad his legs, a pair of cuffed boots the color of ash sitting soundly the stirrups of his mount. "I have a very bad feeling about this," Boho said, suddenly disappearing from the roof and materializing behind Sinbad an instant later, a small dust kicked up from the barren ground by the motion of his light walking. "Maybe we should try to back up and hide, real slow like..." "There's no need to," Leonidas said solemnly, turning to face the men, spear still resting on his shoulders like a fallen timber. "The being you see before you... is the Lord of the Dead himself; the shepherd who guides souls to the presence of Anansi for Judgement... and he is just one of many, all exactly like him." As if to give testimony to support the man's words more and more figures, all bearing the exact same appearance and riding the same Death Mare, became visible in the city's ruins, riding around the boulevards and avenues with crooks in their hands, lost souls following them like lambs fleeing from wolves as they went, many of the specters riding right past the group on their round up of those innocents who had been slain this night, each trailing countless spheres of light. The one closest to them took out his own crook, holding it high into the air like a rallying point for the souls swirling in a storm around him and his mount, his horse looking up to the sky a giving another blood curdling screech like the one they had heard before. "And thus is the age old stereotype of lord Death," Leon went on, sighing with what seemed to be... was that sympathy? "He looks frightening, sounds frightening, made out to be a harbinger of chaos and destruction and darkness, but in truth..." he gestured to the Crook Master behind him. "He is infact a harbinger of Order and Light who comes after Chaos and Destruction reign, to guide those who need it most to the final realm...and Death is never cheated... he sometimes simply refuses to take people before their rightful times." As Leon spoke though... the Death Apparition was riding over the party in a slow trot, still holding up his stave for the lost and the departed to follow behind... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aurorix Posted December 30, 2014 Share Posted December 30, 2014 "Wow," Zolivar said watching as Death was taking souls back to the light, "In a way this is all majestic, minus the whole scary part about him." He crossed his arms, and looked towards the sky, "Maybe if we looked at thing more closely instead of being so quick to judge, then maybe Death wouldn't be as feared as he is today." As he peered into the sky he couldn't help but remember his family and shed a signal tear, wiping it away before anyone noticed. 'Hopefully they found peace after death.' He thought to himself before looking back down, looking out for any wyrms as he did so Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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