A Storm to Remember (Closed)

by **Roka** on March 14th, 2012, 3:07 am

Roka kept his eyes down a smile evident in his voice. The Zith commented on their status's being unmatched "Yes, you’re probably right." He never considered himself much of a danger, he knew he could hold his own, but real damage was reserved for small beings he could fill his gut with.

He looked over to the other scarcely able to catch his outline in the obscurity. He could only guess how this man's life was, he wondered if he was lonely as well or if this drink he ingested helped to ease any feeling or even begin new friendships? He would have to try this ale sometime.

The hastened steps met his senses as well. He perked enthusiastic that maybe some answers would be met. They hurried forward their feet splashing mud high enough to sprinkle their waists in globs of sliding sludge.

Light was reentering the coven, and Roka's eyes hurt from the suddenness of the dancing flames before them. He had to squint and rub at his eye till they felt accustomed and he could better receive their surroundings.

by **Lessira** on March 17th, 2012, 2:43 pm

Lessira looked to Mok as he spoke his answer to her question, absorbing what he said and falling, once more, into contemplation.

Mura... For some reason... That work made something inside of her stir, caused it to awaken just slightly. Closing her eyes, Lessira could see the briefest flashes of water, of beautiful gardens and of white hair... But as soon as she opened her eyes once more the visions were gone and she was once more within the city of Sunberth.

Sighing heavily, the girl turned once more to gaze out at the world, taking in the sights of the darkening horizon. Lessira absently ran a finger over her shimmering mark, the glow of it seeming to grow stronger as the darkening world spread further and further. There was something... odd about what she saw, however, Lessira could not say why.

Turning, Lessira was just in time to see the bar maid spill the tray of food over Cade, and a small smile lit her lips at Carina's words. However, her smile slipped from her lips upon seeing the ferocity of the man, and his savagery. She flinched as the whore was rent head to two, and cringed when she saw her blood spilling over the floor. Lessira's eyes looked up upon Cade, seeing him in a new light.

Lessira's eyes turned around the room, looking for other's who felt as she did, however none seemed to even take notice of the death before them. Lessira could not understand... Was death such an everyday occurrence that none would even bat an eye when another's light was snuffed out?

The girl covered her mouth with a hand, trying to reign in a sickness that threatened to overcome her. She made her way inside, edging along the wall to stand as close to Mok as possible. Lessira's hand reached tentatively for Mok's sleeve, however all things were thrown into chaos as the first round of the storm began.

It was in a sudden rush that Lessira felt it, a strange surging of sorts. A feeling that was at once similar and completely new, however, this feeling was certainly not a pleasant one... When the hail began Lessira kept close to Mok, looking up to find where the next rock of ice would fall from. Tugging at Mok's sleeve, Lessira turned to follow Cade. Her eyes kept close watch on the one who shed blood so easily, however for the moment it was simply best to follow him to some form of safety. She would, at another point, question the ways of this world, but not until the skies were free of danger.

by **Tawk** on March 18th, 2012, 12:51 am

Tawk poked his head from the oaken bar. He glanced around, seeing patrons being flung around by the large lumps of ice being launched from all different directions. People were crying out and screaming uncontrollably as the bolts of ice penetrated flesh and bone alike, spilling blood and guts. Tawk was stunned by the deep, commanding and brutal voice that filled the room. He ducked under the bar again, carefully peering out after a moment of recovering. He saw a tall, muscular warrior commandingly shouting to move to the blood pits. He slid over the bar and nimbly navigated through the crowded floor of the pub, turned over tables and stools littered the place, with the odd corpse and injured barfly winging in pain. Tawk bolted at the door and kicked it open before running out into the streets, surveying the area looking for any sort of danger like the hailstorm.

One thing was certain, this was only the beginning.

by **Darian** on March 18th, 2012, 3:15 am

The first odd thing he noticed was the sudden faintness of the smell that had cloaked the room up until that moment. Oppressive as the smell of fresh death was, it was quickly giving way to a sweeter odor, strange in it's appearance, eloquence, and moreover strength as it coiled it's sickly way until it's thickness in the room made his every breath harder to stomach. It reminded him vaguely of a woman he'd shared a bed with many long years ago, yet it source escaped him. That was till an odd light surfaced behind him and he turned around to gaze at an odd flower springing from the eye of the poor soul rotting on the ground.

"My the gods are of a humor today" Darian called loudly as he pushed himself up from lying down amongst the strewn eye and shattered pieces of wood from a bed frame long put to better uses. Better if he knew them by name so that he could curse them properly, but the anger that burned inside of him found outlet in his jab none the less. The flower was no doubt their doing or more likely the energies that waved off of them, though what they were meddling in now was any man's guess though he hardly knew what to think of it besides rage that they'd dare to show themselves after all these years.

Sweat beaded across his flesh and brought his clothing and armor to stick tightly against his flesh, and for all his anger, he let his sword drop from his hand before he took a seat in the only chair left in the room, and methodically loosened the collar of his armor as he breathed out a sigh. "You petters aways have to mess with things not ought to be messed with, and don't when they ought to be" Darian said bitterly as his eyes glared coldly at the flower that moved from the caress of unseen, and unfelt winds.

"Would that you came down here yourselves, I'd show you just how much I appreciated you tavern tricks" He growled before quieting where he sat, and pulling loose the rest of his armor so he could breath in the oppressive heat this flower seemed to give off. He'd not go running because of a mere flower, divine origins or not.

by **Saber** on March 19th, 2012, 9:19 pm

"Hey, should we take her?''
"No, not yet. Let's just..."

'Voices? Who is it? What's going on? I feel... something's wrong...'
Rampant thoughts rushed into Saber's unconscious mind. Then suddenly, every one of her senses exploded as her eyes flew open. Someone was inches away from her face. Saber screamed and yelled, "Get off of me!!"
She scrambled out from under him and scanned the area. Two men... an alley... There. A stick was a few feet away from her. Saber allowed the men to corner her where her temporary weapon was about an arm's reach. She then snatched up the stick and swung it at the man's face. It made a sickening cracking sound as it made contact with with her enemy.
"Argh! Why you little bi... Get back here!!"
Saber heard the man as she ran as fast as she could. Panic siezed her and took a hold of everything. The two were behind her, but she dared not turn around to look.
Don't turn around.
Don't look back.
Run.
RUN!!
Saber ran blindly through the streets. She couldn't hear the people who were chasing her anymore, but she kept moving. Even when she tripped and fell, Saber got back up and continued to run until she couldn't run anymore. She ducked into a secluded alleyway, feeling blood trickle down her face. She didn't wipe it away. She just fell to the ground, her back against the wall and sheilded from view. Saber gasped for breath, tears streaming down her cheeks. Between her breaths, she struggled to whisper the only thing on her mind:
"If there's... someone out there... Someone, please... Please... help me..."
Saber was positive that the only thing that heard her plea were the rats. There was something, or someone, watching her, but it probably was her imagination. Her body was sore all over and trembling with shock. She saw an abandoned house at the end of the alleyway and she made her way towards it. She entered the building, hearing the door squeak as she closed it, and crawled into a corner. Saber's instincts made her reach for her cloak and wrap it around her. The cloak's scent calmed her. The air was thick with an incredible pressure that seemed to crush the girl, and she was so tired, but after what happened, there was no sleeping for her.

...It was going to be a very, very long day for Saber.

by **Mok** on March 26th, 2012, 5:58 am

oocFirst I want to apologize for taking a week longer than I had suspected. I had alot to finish this job for work and it interferred with my free time. Anyways here is the post. It is very long and towards the end I need to wrap up quickly. I dont mean to bore you guys but I wanted to RP the effects of pulp out!

The pulps effects hit Mok like a tidal wave of soft sand. It came fast though. The sensation spread from the deep insides of his brain and reverberated it out quickly. It filled his face, ears, and neck with instant and pure relaxation. This flushed his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth of all worry and doubt. It turreted down his shoulders, arms, and fingers. It swirled down his torso and all his insides. His heart skipped a beat as the wave squeezed through every single corner of his lunge was whirled with the orange juices of happiness. His stomach and insides all squished in delight as purple ooze squirted through them. The mystic torrential flood swept through his going, then down his legs. His knees buckled and finally the water came splashing down at his feet: pure aromatic exsisty; a full body orgasm.

Leaning back, the myrian looked up at the ceiling and immediately fell over in his chair. Then he began to sink. The ceiling got further and further away and Mok felt like he was slowly falling, slowly melting into the wooden floor of the tavern. It was great. The walls around him were rising like big black shadowed obelisks. Mok was falling into his own hard black grave. He couldn't think though for his whole body was filled with extreme delight. He worried of nothing else. His whole mind was a blank slate right now, focused only on the peer joy and ecstasy of pulp.

Mok's breathing was shallow now and the light was dim and blurry. All the noise, all the pollution of Sunberth began to drown away. He felt so good. The flowing energy in his body was perfect. It was amazing enough to justify his death. It was absolutely wonderful. Pulp was amazing. The dose was amazing.

Vomit erupted from his stomach within only a minute after injecting the pulp, but wasn't like drunken throw up; this felt good. It was like all the toxins were leaving his body all at once. This brought Mok out of darkness and back into reality, or rather the new reality that was now created in his mind.

Mok's eyes blared open and a flood of colors and lights entered his mind. Everything was different now. He was still in Mizahar; he was still in the upstairs’ balcony. But it wasn't the same. Nothing was the same. Everything had changed. He was in a surreal world now. Mok embraced it though. He cared not, it felt too good. His body felt warm and ripe with feeling of pleasure.

The whole room was glowing now. The four walls caught Mok's eyes first; they were bleeding. Huge pockets of puss began to form as whelps under the wall. The wall was alive. It was diseased skin. Rotting, gross, deadly skin. Looking towards the ceiling, the myrian witnessed an acrylic yellow puss dripped from the living wound. It was scabbing badly and terribly infected. It was everywhere! Ever last inch of the walls and ceilings were covered in open wounds and the ceiling was oily, bloody mess. Below his feet the floor was a solid firm surface. Mok didn't notice it at first, but it was in fact an old dried up scar.

Mok had no time to think though; his eyes darted towards his comrades who look fairly similar. He always recognized his team mates and friends. Each of them had some variations though. Zandelia's hair was green and her skin was purple. Mok liked it, but she still seemed all depressed. Even her shades of green and purple were sad and not at all happy. There was something mysterious about Zandelia though. She was the dark silhouette version of herself. A living shadow if you will. From now on, Mok would be the first to admit that the woman had a strange and dark beauty behind her deceiving scars. A true Sunberthian she was.

Suddenly Cade yelled in outrage, drawing Mok attention away from Zand. Looking over his shoulder the half-blood was shocked to see what Cade looked like. He was a big baby! A six and a half foot tall, fat, laughing, baby. He was a giant baby with a giant temper. Even though the baby was all cute and innocent looking it was still Cade though. Although it was literally a baby moving and talking in front of him, he could tell it was Cade though, because of the hair and facial expressions.

The crimson lieutenant burst into laughter at the sight of Cade as a baby. The next part made him crack up even more. Once his cousin slashed his slut, Mok was roaring. It was sorry petching hilarious to see a giant toddler wave a long sword around like no one's business. It was so real too. It was insane.

Tears began to roll into Mok's eyes and the myrian reached over towards Lessira for comfort. Wrapping his arm around her shoulder, Mok tried to stop laughing long enough to say something. It took his seconds, but finally he delivered to her the important message, "Lessira, you gotta try this. PFGHTTTHAHAHAHAHA!"

Once the myrian laid eyes on Lessira he erupted into greater laughter for some unknown reason. The celestial being was glowing brightly in the room. Mok was dumbfounded at the fact that he had not noticed it before. But not matter what, he could not stop laughing and laughing. She got brighter and brighter, like the hottest star in the sky. Soon it began to hurt and Mok laughed no more. That solved the problem immediately.

Mok tried to talk to Lessira, "Your a star Lessira, your a star-" At that moment a huge drop of the yellow acid hit Mok right dead center on the top of his head. Mok's first reaction was one of pain, but after a moment there was none of that. His body was too numb. The puss started to leak down his face and eyes and neck. It was disgusting. Looking around for something to wipe his head, the myrian noticed that the cieling was raining vile puss and acid. The other people in the room were getting affected completely differently than Mok though. They were getting hit hard and fast and they were scared.

Next, his giant baby of a cousin stood up and made some orders. It was decided that the group move out of the room. It was part of Mok's instinct to serve and help the crimson. Taking his sword in hand, Mok grabbed Lessira's hand and pulled her with him. He did not want to leave her behind to get drowned by the acid puss. Mok usually never forced people to do anything, but this was different. Lessira might have taken too much pulp and wouldn't be in her right mind.

Mok made it out of the room alive, but he was hit with a few drops of the blood none the less. The myrian’s plan was simple at this point: follow Cade.

Red = Myrian
Bold = Common

by **Daniel Alecson** on March 27th, 2012, 1:49 am

Location: Knights Armory

In the begining Daniel had come to the Armory to see if he could find a decent pair of leather armor to fit him. He didn't know if the shop had any leather armor in stock but Daniel heard the stock was constantly changining so he'd decided to come see. Daniel had made it to the shop just as the rain had started to come down, mostly he'd been happy not to get soaked. However moments later when he looked out the window and saw people being struck down by apple sized balls of hail Daniel was glad to have made it inside with his life. Daniel watched as the unlucky few who hadn't gotten under cover were pummled to death by the freak storm's icy wrath. Daniel was struck with fear, this was worse then the storm that had taken his father's life, and nearly his own. Daniel could only gawk out the window in horror, all the noise around him seemed to drop away, as his mind locked up.

All Daniel could think about was how he must surely be cursed, or have drawn the ire of some god, to be caught in two such horrid storms twice in one lifetime. At least this time I have solid ground under my feet Daniel thought morosely. However as soon as that train of thought finished he felt some wetness on his feet and looked down to see a steadily rising water level. Daniel didn't know what could happen here but he did know it was much likely to get worse before it ever got better.

by **Saber** on March 28th, 2012, 10:45 pm

Saber was paralyzed with fear. The building itself seemed to shake as a storm raged outside. She had no idea what was going on, and it scared her. Saber squeezed her eyes shut as she struggled to remember what was lost; to try to grasp a happy memory, but a dizzy feeling threatened to make her pass out. It was a layer of static had covered her vision whenever her eyes opened.
...No.
...No more.
Her body couldn't withstand the dizziness anymore. Saber blacked out, her mind finally giving into sleep.
...A dream washes over her.
A boy with black, spiky hair and dark, but warm, eyes was speaking to her, but his voice seemed to fade in and out.
"You're lucky, ---... You are who you are because of what you're doing, and I admire that, -----."
Everything goes dark. More voices entered her mind.
"Lament, foolish child. -------- ...Remember, and you'll --------."
"In your hand is death."
"You... ---------?"
A scene plays before her, but a film of static obscured it, distorting the voices. It was the boy and... someone else.
"My desire isn't really to serve people. My desire is to save them."
"Save --em? Wh---?"
"--cause if you w--- i---ouble, I'd be t--elp y--."
"R-really?"
"Y-----------"
"-------------------."
...The boy leans foward... and then...
The scene gives into the static, then everything goes dark once more. Saber's eyes open.
'What... was that? A dream?'
Saber thought this while running a hand toward her forehead. A sensation lingered on her lips, but... There was no one in the room. She looked around. The damage wasn't too bad, but still... the dream had bothered her. It was like it was erased from her mind. Even though the storm continued to rage outside, that was the least of the things on her mind. Saber sighed, her head rising to look out the window. Never before had anything bothered her so much than that dream, and only one thought came to her that confused her even more from the forgotten dream:

'Why did I admire his resolve to help people?'

...But... just who was that boy?

by **Lusa** on March 29th, 2012, 1:36 am

Lusa was regretting her decision to enter the tavern rather than find shelter elsewhere; somehow, there were enormous chunks of hail falling down the stairs from the upper floor, and the water level on the lower floor seemed to be rising.

Lusa floundered over what she should do. It was pandemonium inside the tavern; people were panicking, and Lusa was quickly nearing it as well. Should she go back outside, take her chances and try somewhere else? She thought not. It seemed too late to find safety outside now. She would have to find someway to keep from drowning and being brained by hail.

She eyed a table, wondering if it would be better to hide on top of the table, or below it. She didn't seem in any immediate danger of drowning, so she chose the latter. If it came down to it, she did know how to doggy paddle...

by **Shadowfang** on March 30th, 2012, 11:38 pm

Shadowfang felt himself being dragged by his wing. It hurt, but it was a lot less painful than getting pelted with the sharp balls of ice. When he felt the dragging stop, he also felt a soft hand begin rubbing his fur once again. He looked up at his savior. It was the annoying girl, the one who almost gushed innocence. Shadowfang brushed the girl off of him and sat up, nursing the tender spot on his wing. He brought himself up to his full height and stared down at the little girl. She smelled like the forest and her eyes had both concern and instinct behind them. What a strange little girl. He nodded at her in a silent thanks.

The sounds of clattering on the floor behind him began to grow louder. Was the freak hailstorm spreading? He grabbed the girl by the back of her dress and began shoving her down the corridor. She saved him, so he might as well return the favor. He kicked open one of the doors and looked in. The room was abandoned and the hail was not falling here yet. This could be a good place to hide for a while. He walked in and promptly sat down under a table in the room. He looked out the window at the raging storm outside. Rain, hail, fire, death. Whatever the sky was spewing out came down hard, relentlessly, without mercy. Shadowfang simply sat under the table, waiting silently for whatever was about to fall from the ceiling.