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| A dwarf's last stand in hell; P: Vensint and Slagathor | |
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| Topic Started: Jun 22 2009, 04:35 PM (70 Views) | |
| Deleted User | Jun 22 2009, 04:35 PM Post #1 |
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The black sky made the stars look like fire. Ice cold wind and no ale left the dwarf angry. Amos was on a journey to find a tavern where he wouldn't have to kill for a free ale or two. As tired as he was, his axe felt like as if it were a burden. Amos used his axe as a walking stick through the swampy area. The thick, green water came to his waist and a cabin was in the distance. The building was huge for it being in the middle of no where. Aye! A bed must be ther'! The dwarf thought as he rushed through the mosh that held his legs. The cabin was only about seven feet from him when he found a corpse floating in the water. Maggots filled the eye sockets and a snake was asleep in the body's mouth. Bah! He waved at the corpse then walked past it. The cabin is here. Two metal, gate doors blocked the entrance. Amos slammed the axe head into the lock and made his way in after closing the gate. To the left, a staircase that went to the second floor. Infront him and to his right were door ways. He went in the room infront him to see a boarded up window to his left that was about ten or more feet away. He went through the opening on his right then found another room. Junk in boxes were in the corner. To his right, was yet another opening. It led into a court yard. He walked onto the grassy area and found that he had made his way back to the begining. He decided to walk up the stairs he had seen when he entered. Laying at the top step was another corpse. This one had just been killed. Clothes were that of a uniform wore by the military. What the fuck did meself walk into? |
 
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| Vensint | Jun 22 2009, 05:01 PM Post #2 |
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A silver mask laid not two feet from the unmoving body of it's owner. The body was not dead, just worn out. It had been in a fight with countless dead things that all seemed to end the bodies movements. The body fought well. The dead things were soft and thus were far easier to slaughter. The body shuttered for a split second. Even thoguht the body had passes into unconsciousness through exhaustion, it was unhealthy from the start. The dead air did little to help the bodies ailments. It's hand moved. It woke up from a distant sound. Another had coem to this damned place. It was in no position to do much. It was still just coming out of what could have been a mental torture. The hand moved with a purpose now. It grasped the mask and slid the silver sheet over his face, hiding his features once more. Ears picked up on the sound of a voice, whatever had come was intelligent, unlike the damned that had ambushed him upon arrival. It reached for it's hilt, tucked between a tarnished breastplate and a similarly torn and ragged black shirt. It didn't draw it's sword though, it just waited for this intruder to make his presence known. |
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| Deleted User | Jun 22 2009, 05:22 PM Post #3 |
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The dwarf coughed up blood onto his hand then rubbed it on his pants. He had lost his steel plate equipment at the tavern and all he had left was his axe. He walked away from the corpse and continued on. Upstairs was a room that had a chain fence. It divided the room in half. On the other side were more bodies, alot of spilled blood, and a stair case that led downwards. Ah, a way in. Amos rushed down the stairs then into the court yard. Besides the two door ways he prevously tried, he went to the only other door left. The stair case was infront him. As was a person standing there. Uh...Person? Ye know where I be? The man turned around and the dwarf gaged when he saw it's face. It's skin was coming off, one eye was gone while the other hung from a vein, and it was bald due to decay. Amos slung his axe over his shoulder then took a few steps back. Never in his day had he himself, a dwarf, crossed paths with a zombie. Once or twice he heard tales of such creatures, but never saw one. The monster howled at the top of it's lungs then sprinted at Amos. The dwarf swung his axe and hacked off the right leg. It dropped like a rock then crawled slowly to him. He lifted his axe then spit on the zombie. Burn in hell, ye peice of shit! The dwarf dropped the axe head down and crushed the skull of the living dead. After catching his breath, the dwarf made his way up the stairs slowly then examined the room. The second floor had four windows that had been poorly blocked off by wooden planks. Blood painted the walls and corpses littered the floor. The roof was missing a few pieces. Amos leaned agianst the wall, chewed his last piece of tabacco herb, and gazed upon the stars. |
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| Morka Prinsessa | Jun 24 2009, 04:24 PM Post #4 |
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Morka was in need of some fun. She had just left behind her judgemental family and was ready to start living her life the way she wanted to. Yes...they were right. I am a bit odd. I can't help it that I always have an urge to kill. You know what? I'm not sorry. Really...I'm hungry....hungry for the souls of the innocent. The swampy water was a perfect disguise. No human would be able to see her dark figure under the cloudiness of the swamp. She only kept her head out of the water. Hungry...souls...humans...hungry...human souls! It had been a while since this demon girl had feasted. In the distance, Morka noticed a large cabin. Humans?! She flew out of the swamp and landed at the entrance which happened to be a gate. Maybe I should change. Suddenly, Morka transformed into her human form. She was told that she was a very attrative girl. That worked out perfectly for her. She needed to have a sexy look in order to lure desperate human males. They were the tastiest. It's how she got her nickname back home...The Demon of Seduction. In reality, Morka was Morka Prinsessa Av Helvete, clan heir. Morka hated (for the most part) that she belonged to an alite demon clan. It brought about too much attention. It really was a problem when her family discovered she was a serial killer. Even though vampires were enemies of demons, it was illegal to kill them. Morka did not care. She didn't try hard to cover up the murders. So it wasn't long until news got to her powerful grandfather. She was threatened to be turned into a human, so Morka fled. After adjusting herself in a tight, revealing dress, she pushed the gate open. Poor men...I'll kill them all. She let out a giggle. |
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| Deleted User | Jul 2 2009, 10:43 PM Post #5 |
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Searching the room he had just found, the dwarf found a small barrel that was full of something and a few metal mugs sitting on top of it. Amos pulled a small trigger as hard as he could and ale shot out the faucet. Ah! Nothin' better than bottled up ale! The dwarf grabbed the mug and ignored the dead bugs at the bottom of the cup. He held the heavy mug under the fast faling ale and drunk it almost as fast as it was exiting the barrel. Ten minutes and thirty-seven mugs of ale later, the dwarf walked around the room talking to himself. Bah! Ye coulda had that gurl that night! But, no! Ye just couldn't hold down ye insides! Yer a disgrace to dwarfs, ye drunken bastard! The dwarf leaned agianst a wall then puked infront a window that had been boarded up. Before Amos could get away from the window, a plank was ripped off from the outside. Eh? The drunked dwarf looked out the window to see the undead crying at the top of it's lungs for a bite of him. Bah! Get the fuck, ye undead piece o' shit! Amos cursed until he realized that the zombie had friends. Many, many friends. Boards were being ripped off from everyone barracaded window in the room. All four windows had corpses trying to reach in. The dwarf turned his attention to the window he was at. Hands flew at him like bats out of hell. He fell on his ass then rubbed his eyes to see what had jumped out at him. He crawled to where he had dropped his axe, then used it to bring himself to his feet. Eh...Guess I gotta kill ye all meself. Amos ran at the window he was attacked at then used his axe as a spear and harpooned the group of zombies that were at the window. In the process, it seemed that he had chopped off on of their hands. It was on the ground twitching. He looked a little bit further, into the corner of the room, to see a quite large pile of planks. He looked around the room to see all four corners had been stocked with nearly fifty planks in each corner. Oh...I get the picture. Rebuild when they break in? Easy as pie. Hm...I want some, now that me stomach thinks about it. Death to ye undead bastards! Then I'll get me some blackberry pie with a good ol' mug o' ale! |
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