Alis grave nil
9th February 2009, 06:55 PM
------------------------------Sjinji------------------------------
Sjinji made his way through the corrupted graveyard, disturbing no grave, the moss covered stones. The tiny bugs were crawling upon the unfortunate souls tomb stones where but a sign that they where given nourishment, often, a sign that the bug man could easily acknowledge because the bugs where his friend, and their behavior as known to him as the movement of muscle were to a warrior. Walking softly upon the corrupted grass towards the a village in the distance he kept his pace. His assignment where to purify the enemy, by whatever means, and in this dream place people would be corrupted by its mere presence, in brutal violent monsters that would with ease feast upon the bones of their comrades, something was doing this but what the religious fanatic would not know. Though he had never been here before he could feel the powers draft him in, slowly and brutally at every turn of opportunity bring him closer to the blood sheet to come.
His black clothing, hair and dark tan made him well hidden in the darkness of the night, from distance one would only se the silver trims of his coat. The linen cloth pants where dirty at their ends but other wise where unmarked, his shirt where in similar way as the pants without anything out of the ordinary, just instead of the dirt it was a bit sweaty, making it standard clothing for people of Linmotar. Though his coat could remind someone of a noble due to the silver trims where often used among nobles, the rest of his clothing said otherwise With his fast pace across the grass and vine covered layer upon the ground the host had covered the ground from the cemetery to the building with ease, giving one last glance about for anything suspicious. The full moon was visible through the rapidly approaching fog, giving the night little visibility if it was allowed to settle, but for now the wind was keeping it from settling to any degree that would consider bothersome.
An all too human chill went down the bug man’s spine as he took the first step into the village, to the naked eye one could only spot the vines and rotten wood. But the keen eye saw more, beneath the vines, leaves and moss, there where blood nurturing the vines and moss into survival, it would almost appear as if they maintained life on it. The blood was so dried into the wood of the porch that one might think it as dark colored but the serene mind of Sjinji suspected it of once being light tanned wood, made of the fine selection of wood found in Linmotar. Battle scars where all about the dark house, arrow markings, sword slashes and other markings that one might only question the origin type of weapon.
The bug man walked between the houses in an alley, when a voice entered his sanctioned mind.
Welcome to the lands of amusement, here you all have but a single duty, and that is to kill the enemy of witch you come upon. You will fight, for only in death will duty end. You will have allies, and you will know them, but only you will know your own allies, but make no mistakes, take not a ally for a foe, nor take a friend for ally or else it will cost you dearly. Fight for me, and be rewarded, entertain me and you will live, any other outcome will be the death of you.
So this is what we have become, gladiators for the amusement of Gods, when we suffer daily under the assault of divine guardians and the wickedness of corrupted people, of power hungry individuals, not enough that we struggle with survival, we haft to entertain gods with murder as well.
One of his scouts reported of an approach from behind and the host turned to meet the approaching threat but hesitated to attack, it was not an enemy, whatever the gods had done, he could not come to bear with an attack on this man, and so he could but only assume it was one of his allies. Apparently the gods had created a block preventing one from harming an ally.
“sing me a song of wolfs who smells fear and feast upon the coward, sing me a song of man who smells gold and feast upon his brother, such is our task, be the wolf and man, feast upon the enemy and brother alike, allies we are tonight.”
As he spoke a swarm the size of a human emerged from beneath his cloths, and they spread about, they where his scouts and he would not be ambushed.
ooc:
Additional rule i putt in:
you cannot hurt youre allies, no matter attack type
only you know youre own team mates, and you can only guess at who the opposing team is member off (in colour that is)
Team 1 (With Red Glow):
-Cypher (Alis_Gravis_Nil) (Without NPC's and without Bow)
-Ouder Nebriska (The_Lord_of_Dark)
-Sssar (Shards)
Team 2 (With Blue Glow):
-Sjinji (Alis_Gravis_Nil)
-Locke (Morg)
-Drenn J'hald (Simplicity)
Team 3 (With Green Glow):
-Julian (Someone)
-Hratu (Trollslayer)
-Ikrit (Notorious)
Posting order:
Alis_Gravis_Nil (sjinji)
Shards (sshards)
Someone (Julian)
Morg (Locke)
Alis_Gravis_Nil (Cypher)
Notorious (Ikrit)
Simplicity (Drenn J'hald)
The_Lord_of_Dark (Ouder Nebriska)
TrollSlayer (Hratu)
Sjinji made his way through the corrupted graveyard, disturbing no grave, the moss covered stones. The tiny bugs were crawling upon the unfortunate souls tomb stones where but a sign that they where given nourishment, often, a sign that the bug man could easily acknowledge because the bugs where his friend, and their behavior as known to him as the movement of muscle were to a warrior. Walking softly upon the corrupted grass towards the a village in the distance he kept his pace. His assignment where to purify the enemy, by whatever means, and in this dream place people would be corrupted by its mere presence, in brutal violent monsters that would with ease feast upon the bones of their comrades, something was doing this but what the religious fanatic would not know. Though he had never been here before he could feel the powers draft him in, slowly and brutally at every turn of opportunity bring him closer to the blood sheet to come.
His black clothing, hair and dark tan made him well hidden in the darkness of the night, from distance one would only se the silver trims of his coat. The linen cloth pants where dirty at their ends but other wise where unmarked, his shirt where in similar way as the pants without anything out of the ordinary, just instead of the dirt it was a bit sweaty, making it standard clothing for people of Linmotar. Though his coat could remind someone of a noble due to the silver trims where often used among nobles, the rest of his clothing said otherwise With his fast pace across the grass and vine covered layer upon the ground the host had covered the ground from the cemetery to the building with ease, giving one last glance about for anything suspicious. The full moon was visible through the rapidly approaching fog, giving the night little visibility if it was allowed to settle, but for now the wind was keeping it from settling to any degree that would consider bothersome.
An all too human chill went down the bug man’s spine as he took the first step into the village, to the naked eye one could only spot the vines and rotten wood. But the keen eye saw more, beneath the vines, leaves and moss, there where blood nurturing the vines and moss into survival, it would almost appear as if they maintained life on it. The blood was so dried into the wood of the porch that one might think it as dark colored but the serene mind of Sjinji suspected it of once being light tanned wood, made of the fine selection of wood found in Linmotar. Battle scars where all about the dark house, arrow markings, sword slashes and other markings that one might only question the origin type of weapon.
The bug man walked between the houses in an alley, when a voice entered his sanctioned mind.
Welcome to the lands of amusement, here you all have but a single duty, and that is to kill the enemy of witch you come upon. You will fight, for only in death will duty end. You will have allies, and you will know them, but only you will know your own allies, but make no mistakes, take not a ally for a foe, nor take a friend for ally or else it will cost you dearly. Fight for me, and be rewarded, entertain me and you will live, any other outcome will be the death of you.
So this is what we have become, gladiators for the amusement of Gods, when we suffer daily under the assault of divine guardians and the wickedness of corrupted people, of power hungry individuals, not enough that we struggle with survival, we haft to entertain gods with murder as well.
One of his scouts reported of an approach from behind and the host turned to meet the approaching threat but hesitated to attack, it was not an enemy, whatever the gods had done, he could not come to bear with an attack on this man, and so he could but only assume it was one of his allies. Apparently the gods had created a block preventing one from harming an ally.
“sing me a song of wolfs who smells fear and feast upon the coward, sing me a song of man who smells gold and feast upon his brother, such is our task, be the wolf and man, feast upon the enemy and brother alike, allies we are tonight.”
As he spoke a swarm the size of a human emerged from beneath his cloths, and they spread about, they where his scouts and he would not be ambushed.
ooc:
Additional rule i putt in:
you cannot hurt youre allies, no matter attack type
only you know youre own team mates, and you can only guess at who the opposing team is member off (in colour that is)
Team 1 (With Red Glow):
-Cypher (Alis_Gravis_Nil) (Without NPC's and without Bow)
-Ouder Nebriska (The_Lord_of_Dark)
-Sssar (Shards)
Team 2 (With Blue Glow):
-Sjinji (Alis_Gravis_Nil)
-Locke (Morg)
-Drenn J'hald (Simplicity)
Team 3 (With Green Glow):
-Julian (Someone)
-Hratu (Trollslayer)
-Ikrit (Notorious)
Posting order:
Alis_Gravis_Nil (sjinji)
Shards (sshards)
Someone (Julian)
Morg (Locke)
Alis_Gravis_Nil (Cypher)
Notorious (Ikrit)
Simplicity (Drenn J'hald)
The_Lord_of_Dark (Ouder Nebriska)
TrollSlayer (Hratu)