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| Topic Started: Dec 6 2007, 07:43 AM (286 Views) | |
| Renegade | Dec 6 2007, 07:43 AM Post #1 |
Using carcasses as stepping stones.
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Such a dull; lackluster day it had been. She wiped a spot of blood from her lip, the back of her hand stained red with it. Yes, even immortals bled. This one did anyways. Bled and bled and bled some more. But no death, not for her. She wasn't around here, and she dressed the part. An odd woman, they called her. They, being her employers. As per usual she had been sitting in the tavern drinking, then as usual some nameless tribes leader of some nameless village needed her help. Help in slaying a demon, of course. Because even if she was a stranger to Avalon and all its customs, one thing had not changed. Demons needed to be killed, werecritters gutted, and vampires slain. All in a days work, she'd say. Once again though, the demon she'd hunted all the way out here to a most unlikely place, was weak. Pathetic. It only had a handful of cheap tricks and in the end, she killed it. Right now the head lay at her feet, and the body off to her right. It still bled out. She would leave it there until time took its corpse away. Her gaze shifted as she gave the sword a spin, sending demon's blood splattering across this little ... slice ... of heaven. By the sea, by the sea, by the beautiful sea. A sea full of black sand and spindly dead trees. Perfect day at the beach she'd have to say. Sweet sarcasm, too bad it lost its effect. She supposed it was supposed to be a joke on the demon's part, dragging her all the way out here. But it didn't matter. The damn thing was dead anyhow. She would not admit it, but one of those little tricks had worked. It was why she bled, for the first time in a long time. The gash sliding across her middle was certainly a death blow to any man. But she wasn't just anyone. Still, it required some recovery time. Unable to die she was, but she could still bleed just like anyone else. And she'd rather not black out next to a demon's corpse with who knew what still lurking out there. With a muttered curse, the blond walked away, leaving a tale tell track behind her. It didn't matter though, the only thing that mattered, was rest. And rest she would, as she arrived near some little tree or other, the type wasn't important to her. With no need for grand displays she simply collapsed at the base of some tree, her shoulders leaned against its trunk and her sword brought around to rest blade first in the ground before her. "Stupid demons. Claws. Damn cheap trick. I'll get rid of them all. I don't even need the money anymore. Just. Bam. Right through their face. Leave nothing but a bloody stump for a head." She spoke to herself, cursing harshly at the pain across her gut, and cursing more at demons and their ilk. |
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| Sammael Mordeth | Sep 5 2008, 03:59 PM Post #2 |
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Sammael sat upon one of the rough stone walls that were laid out on the small island. Tor fascinated him, a land where magic couldn't be used, a place where he was safe from the likes of those who would have called themselves his masters, his betters. Now he could relax in the Manor he had found on the island, and sail his ship whenever he needed supplies, life was good. Now he was sitting in thick black armor, wearing even the helm in the heat of the day. He needed to get used to the armor the weight and stress of carrying it and wearing it always, its thick and burdening weight would only make him stronger. The thickest points were the forearms, weighing in at over a hundred pounds each, and the size and weight of the helm had nearly broken his neck when he first put it on. The height of the wall and the sparse tree line had given him a spectacular view of a battle between a blond woman and a demon. He had watched in interest since he couldn't understand how they had gotten to the island, but that didn't really bother him so much. If there was a demon hunter on the island, they might be coming for him at some point, and he still wasn't certain about what exactly he was. The Demon had got in a good hit before he had died, his head severed from his body. Hopping from the wall, the warrior bounty hunter hit the ground with an audible crash, nearly eight hundred pounds slamming into the harder ground further into the island sent black dust swirling and choking him, but he muddled through it and walked toward the dead demon as the woman walked away. He had on a red coat, with gold fringe as well, just to add to the burden he was wearing, knowing that it would pay off in the long run. Three swords were draped over his body. A curved Shamshir, a short sword, and a straight edged blue blade that allowed him to control water to an extent. Also he carried two small axes, of decent size to throw when compared to his over seven foot height. Walking up to the demon, his blood red eyes locked onto the head, even as his foot nudged the body, pushing it deeper into the soft black sand that covered the beach. "Unlucky bastard. Well, if she didn't do it, I would have." Moving his eyes, he found the woman's tracks in the sand, and began to follow them, spotting her a little ways off leaning against a tree. She was pretty, it was a shame she would have to die for finding the island and having no means to leave. "So, tell me," He said, his voice thick with an accent he made up when he had faked his death, "why do I have to kill you? How did you get here, and why are you here?" |
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| Renegade | Sep 5 2008, 04:35 PM Post #3 |
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Pain, pain, pain, pain, pain, damnit that hurt! Just her luck laying out in the middle of only the gods know where, black sand sticking to red blood. And not a drink in sight. That was the worst of it, she'd say. And she couldn't even just one, two, three, teleport out of here. Her blade even felt the affects of this place, it hummed quite unhappily, unable to consume the blood like they wanted so badly to. Maybe it was the sand, black sand wasn't exactly common after all. It wasn't until later that she realized, the wound was healing far slower than it was supposed to. Grabbing her sword, she moved to stand but could only move enough to cause the pain in her gut to ripple across her entire body. Her hand falling limp she leaned back again and gave a nice little curse. Yes, very ladylike. Peering off down the beach she wondered where the ferry her employer had provided had gone. Probably high tailed it out of there once he heard the battle ahead. Bastard, now she'd never get back. A heavy thud against the sands brought her attentions elsewhere, to the here and now. Had she not killed that blasted demon after all? With a grunt of pain she pulled herself upright, forcing herself to her feet despite the blood sloshing into her boots. And promptly fell back against the tree behind her. It wobbled a bit with her weight but held strong. Her sword in hand she dragged it out of the sand and closer to her just as someone marched up the beach toward her. Through blurred vision she stared at him, a tall fellow covered in black armor. Zariah could not help but laugh as he spoke, threats were nothing new to the demon slayer and the thought that anyone could kill her was amusing. "I flew." She spat blood in the sands, head tilting in the direction of the beheaded demon. "He was jealous." |
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| Sammael Mordeth | Sep 6 2008, 06:49 AM Post #4 |
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Sarcasm.. Joy. Sammael looked down at the blond girl, even now, wounded as she was, she was still a threat, even if he tossed her in the water and let the sea dragons eat her, it would be a difficult task to say that she wouldn't get back to dry land, and eventually run into someone he knew. "Well, I hope you enjoyed the flight, because its the last one you will ever take." Sammael said as he brought the thick blackrock gauntlets together and cracked his knuckles menacingly. He brought himself up straight, standing at his full 7'3"s, with the massive helm on he topped out at almost eight feet. "You really should have picked a better landing sight." He said, keeping the thick accent going, before drawing the short sword, which looked like a simple dagger in his over sized hand. With out a moments hesitation he brought the short sword down, pulling the weight of his arm and the nearly one hundred pound blackrock armor along with it. |
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| Renegade | Sep 7 2008, 09:08 AM Post #5 |
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With blood gathered at the corner of her mouth and a big gaping whole in her gut she looked half past dead. By all means she should not have been able to fight on, but not even the black sands of Tor could take way the curse of immortality in full. It did however seem to lessen the affects of self repair as null and void. She could only hope it was merely slowed down. Biting back a cough of blood she slowly lifted her sword to the waist. Blah, blah, blah, she didn't hear a word this man was saying. His voice was muted with the dulled state of her senses. This would not keep her from fighting however. Ah no, she was far to stubborn for that. She glanced up at the tall man, her gaze barely able to discern much about the fellow other than he was tall and garbed in bulky armor. Maybe he'd be slow at least. As for punching through that mess, well, maybe she'd get a hint of luck. "Well, beggars can't be choosers." With a speed no doubt unexpected for one in her condition she swiftly rose the darkened blade. An unholy clatter arose over the dingy coastline as she slapped his blade away and half turned half stumbled out of the way of the shining blade. "Tsk, tsk. Such an ungracious host." |
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| Sammael Mordeth | Sep 7 2008, 02:18 PM Post #6 |
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With a whip of her sword, she had struck the short sword that he had been using and knocked it off course, moving out of his way. Beneath his helm, Sammael found himself actually smiling, this girl was smarter than his last fight had been, and he stood up straight. He could already tell, with her speed and strength, even with that heavy wound, she was going to be a good fight. He sheathed the short sword next to the shashmir on the front of his waist. He reached behind his back and snapped the leather button from his most trusted weapon, and proceeded to draw from behind his back the Great Axe that had become part of his arsenal since coming to the island. Carefully he dragged the leather underside of his black rock gauntlet across the blade, and smirked at the thin slit it created. He turned his attention back onto the girl and heaved the sword up onto his shoulder. Even as big and as strong as he was, the weapon was still a grinding experience with the armor on, hell it was one with the armor off. "Beggar? Here I thought you were a trespasser." The massive man said was he took the axe's handle in both hands and pulled it off his shoulder, choking up on it so as not to just swing it wildly like some sort of berserk dragon wannabe. "How many pieces are good for you? Ten? Twenty?" He asked, before swinging the massive axe down and toward the his right. |
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| Renegade | Sep 7 2008, 03:23 PM Post #7 |
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"You should put up signs then, if that's what you're worried about." She remarked, lowering a hand to tighten her belt. It was a vain attempt to stop the blood from flowing so much. "You can however think of me as the lesser of two evils. But that's ok, I took care of the worst bit for you. And I won't even charge you for the service." In general she was not so big a talker, however it kept her focused. It kept her conscious. She inclined her head slightly, inadvertently showing off the scar at her jaw. The R was a brand, a symbol, she was the rebel, the renegade. For she was removed, no longer noble enough to keep her title and her occupation, unwelcome in the lands of her birth. But that was ok, things had turned quite dull there anyways. Zariah scoffed at the man's insinuation. "I think I'll just stick with the one. Though you very well could talk me to death at this rate." She was well aware, pot calling the kettle black and all that. But she had a reason to keep talking. Coming up with these little remarks wasn't easy you know. It took some thought. The huntress took a knee, ducking below his diagonal strike and kicking back from the sands. If she nearly stumbled she'd not admit it. Her blade was brought up in defense, held in one hand for the other was held slightly to the side for balance. |
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| Sammael Mordeth | Sep 9 2008, 07:56 AM Post #8 |
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Her movements were quick, not surprising with how he was hindered by the heavy armor and the coat, but he preferred it that way. Something he noticed however was her strict defensiveness, there was no way she was anywhere near one hundred percent, and for a moment he thought about just letting her go, she would probably die trying to swim back to the main land. Bah, what the hell. He thought as he brought the massive axe up to his shoulder again, ready to swing it straight down upon her, only he noticed that she was already going into the defensive stance for that. She was good, she had experience on her side, and experience was all one really needed for battle. Though he personally had not been in that many battles, the collective pieces that made up his whole had. Raising the axe as if to chop down toward her, he quickly planted his right foot and lashed out with his left, aiming a kick straight for the ladies chest. "Come, Come, little one. You must better prepare." He said as his kick was aimed for under her sword, even while the heavy axe was prepared to swing down from above. |
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| Renegade | Sep 11 2008, 07:19 PM Post #9 |
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She could feel the blood soaking through her clothes, left untended and with nothing more than a tattered shirt and her belt to staunch the bleeding. Her free hand was slid beneath leather and cloth to place further pressure upon the wound. And test the damage done by the demon's claws. At least she thought it had been the beastie's claws. Her recollection was rather fuzzy at the moment. But her stance however remained solid despite the uneven sands. She held her own weight even when mortal men would have died moments before. But she wasn't mortal, she was not ordinary, she was stronger. And she'd show this stuck up, ax slinging, bastard a thing or two! Zariah brought her sword about in defense, the blade far heavier than she remembered. Blood loss to this caliber was something she had forgotten the feeling of too long ago. A trail was etched in the blackened sands. If she'd had the presence of mind, she would have laughed at how her blood had fallen to leave tiny rivers in the sand. Vision blurring she withdrew her hand from her coat and used it to support the blade she'd lifted overhead. Funny, it used to be such a light weapon to wield. If the situation had not been what it was, she would have been able to foresee such a little trick as the man's attack. But she took her energies up focusing on the heavy ax, her own blade raised high to stave off the attack. Not that her strength was what it used to be. Her unarmed hand fell to try and knocked back the heel aimed for her chest. The ax slipped past her blade's weakened support, the heavier blade falling to cut through her shoulder. A split second later the hollow thud of a foot against her chest sent her sprawling to the blacked sands below. The fall jarred her, her teeth clicking painfully together. She tasted blood as the wound in her gut opened further. One eye shut she quickly rolled over to her side, swiping up her blade with far less speed than it appeared to her. Hissing through her teeth she brought the blade to guard, even if she was ... uh ... laying on her back in the sand. "Well, better warning next time eh?" Her words sounded slurred to her, so there was no telling if her failing body allowed her mind to remain clear. |
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| Sammael Mordeth | Sep 14 2008, 05:43 AM Post #10 |
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Every instinct inside of him told him to kill her, to slaughter this girl in front of him into tiny little pieces that not even a God could survive. But his axe was stayed as he looked down at her. She was to weak to put up any sort of resistance, the first demon had been bad enough, now he was about to turn into the second. As he looked away from her to the body of the demon it suddenly occurred to him that this was what he had been created for, to bee a killing machine and spread death and destruction everywhere he went. Just because that was why he was created didn't mean that was what he was going to do. "Next time, maybe I will put signs." He said casually to himself as he looked back down at the blond girl. With a weary sigh he let his axe fall to the ground before lifting his heavy arms to his head and removing the over sized helm that had strained his neck so. "I'm not going to keep fighting you. It is what they would want." He didn't care if what he said made no sense to her, because it made perfect sense to himself, he wasn't any of the beings that composed who he was, and he wasn't the tool for Grithore's sister, or Kioku. "The closest land is over seven hundred knots in that direction." He said, pointing toward the east, back across the entire length of the island. "I have a home half way across the island. I'm not going to attack you again, but I'm not going to save you. If you can make it to my house, you are welcome to stay there, other wise, I suggest swimming quickly before the sharks and the dragons smell you." With that, he positioned his helm beneath his left arm and picked up the axe in his right, and turned to begin heading inland. "Name's Sammael, if you make to the door, just tell the servant you are my guest." |
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| Renegade | Sep 14 2008, 06:44 PM Post #11 |
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Her vision blurred. Something. Was. Not. Right. She'd forgotten how bad it was to lose so much blood. Not since her days spent back in her home country had she actually been capable of, could it be, death? The demon hunter laughed darkly despite her company. Grinning through her teeth, their white stained by the blood that ran occasionally from her mouth. If she didn't know any better she'd think she really was dying. Bleeding inside and out, it was really no laughing matter. Raising her sword upward in a defensive maneuver, she could no longer tell that her hand shook, that the mere weight of the blade was almost too much. The opposite shifted her elbow, as she rested her weight upon it and pushed herself to lean upwards slightly. Just to get a better view of her opponent, you see. The black sands hide the true extent of the damage done to her by the demon. Her shoulder hurt from the missed strike of the ax and she was vaguely aware of a tightness in her throat. Zariah could hear her own breathing; it was wheezy and harsh, like the final breath of a dying soul. But it ground in her throat still, as she gave no response to the dropping of his blade other than a quirked brow. "Heeh. Sure. I'll just ... skip on over ... and we'll have a drink." In what appeared to be slow motion to her, she shakily slid her weapon back to its scabbard and rolled over her side to the sand. It took all her remaining strength to put herself back on her feet. "Oh ... shit." The demon hunter cursed, staring down at the growing pool of her own blood. Then she promptly fell backwards to the sand. Out. Cold. |
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| Sammael Mordeth | Sep 21 2008, 12:05 PM Post #12 |
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The massive figure stopped, his body, weighted down by armor and weapons, sinking slightly in the sparsely packed sand of the beach. The black haze of dust that constantly surrounded the island caused him to pause until he looked down, spotting the young woman laying on the sand, bleeding badly and out cold. With a roll of his gleaming red eyes, Sammael slipped the monstrous sized helm back onto his head, and quickly latched the axe into his place behind his back. While it might have been his favorite weapon it was also the most annoying to get to. Maybe one day he would find a way to hitch it to his leg. With a might sigh, the wandering warrior who knew not his true identity beyond the name Sammael, and the memories of others, walked back toward the fallen woman, her blond hair turning red from the pool of blood she lay in. He should have just killed her and gone about his day as though nothing had happened, but something stopped him, she wasn't like the other trespassers onto the island, and she was certainly nothing like the ghosts that haunted Darkwood Manor. So with a simple shrug, the oddly silent giant, bent down, scooping the damsel into his arms as easy as he could so as not to cause her to much more pain. Unable to turn his head from the massive hairlike spikes on the back of his helm, he turned away from the ocean and began heading further toward the middle of the island. He had discovered that his home, located in the center of the island, seemed to be the heavy precipice for where magic quit working, the closer one got the harder it was to use magic, and even though the girl couldn't way more than 110 lbs, when added to the weight of his arm guards and gauntlets it was nearly 310 lbs of weight, and with out his strength spell it was quite a chore to make it inland. But finally he entered the expansive graveyard that surrounded Darkwood Manor. "Guess I have company.. yippee." |
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