Blood Stains (Closed)

by **Nydryn** on March 1st, 2011, 10:50 pm

The earthly monsters which Nydryn had been told were named Yukman, came at the small group of three. The wounded woman fired another arrow, and it landed in one of the monster’s feet. It stumbled and glanced down at its wound. Some sort of blood was coming out of the wound, but it didn’t smell like blood at all… it had a very earthy smell.

The group didn’t have much time to prepare before the rest of the Yukman advanced. The leader approached the wounded woman, had grasped the woman’s neck and was in the process of strangling her when Nydryn heard more footsteps approach. Thinking that it was more Yukman, she cursed softly. It was actually Syndre… her long lost childhood friend that she had been spending some time with while in Ravok.

He was approaching rapidly and with a surprise attack on the Yukman with the arrow in its foot, he stabbed a dagger in the back of its head. The more ladylike monster was advancing toward the other man that had been taking care of the wounded woman, leaving the only male monster and the shortest Yukman with a stick to advance on her. Outnumbered, Nydryn prepared to fight to the death. There was no way that she could kill two beasts single handed. Syndre’s rapid approach proved helpful as he wounded the male with his whip, but the female with the stick was still advancing.

Gripping her dagger so hard that her knuckles turned even whiter then her pale skin, Nydryn took slow steps back, her boots sinking into the mud with each step. The monster’s amber eyes were glowing as it glared at her, rainwater pouring down her face. The stick in her hand was raised about to strike Nydryn when the woman’s dagger missed its target of the monster’s chest, but instead imbedded itself in the Yukman’s arm. Dropping the stick, it howled in pain but still advanced toward Nydryn, the monster’s eyes still glowing drops of amber amidst the roughness of the rest of its face.

Nydryn’s feet were slick with mud, and her feet slipped when the Yukman caused her to retreat even faster. Falling to the ground, she was now vulnerable to the beast’s savage attacks. And attack it did do. The rough, but relatively short claws of the Yukman raked over Nydryn’s back as she tried to roll and avoid the attack of the creature. She tried to get up again, but was unsuccessful as the Yukman came at her again, this time trying to grab the her arms, wounding Nydryn more. It seemed as though the Yukman wanted to make Nydryn easier to kill as its rough hands grasped Nydryn’s thin, pale limbs. At that time, Nydryn remembered the other dagger in her hand, and while the monster was trying to lift her up, that dagger became embedded in the monster’s chest. The placing of the dagger was not intentional; Nydryn had simply wanted to ward off the attacking creature, but never less, if the beast had a heart, the dagger pierced it.

Dropping its hold on Nydryn, the monster clutched its chest and let out a shriek. Unlike some of the other Yukman’s deaths, this one seemed to be clutching at the pitiful remains of its life, hoping there was some way that it could survive. The shrieks did not stop, and Nydryn was forced to cover her ears to ward out the terrible noise. Her two daggers were still implanted in the monster, the earthy smelling liquid expelling from where the crudely crafted blades had entered the beast’s body. Water mixed with the Yukman blood pooled at the creature’s feet. Looking down at her own body, the small woman realized that she was covered with blood… her own blood. There were puncture wounds from the monster’s initial clutch at her arms, scratches ran down the length of her limbs, and even though she couldn’t see her back, she could feel the pain from deep gouges there as well.

The woman had only a few seconds to gather this information because the leader, realizing that Nydryn had seriously injured one of the other Yukman, had come out of nowhere and bowled into her, throwing her across the ground, mud plastering to most of her body. The monster itself was standing and looking quite pleased. The leader was clearly the most advanced out of the group, from what Nydryn had seen. Having difficulty, the battered woman rose to her feet slowly, and pulled her last dagger out of her boot. It was strangely heavy in her hand, as her slim pale fingers grasped around the handle.

The creature could sense that Nydryn was wounded, and wounded prey was always easier to kill. Sprinting toward the woman, the leader’s claws went for Nydryn’s stomach. Knowing it would produce a lot of blood if the monster was able to claw her stomach, she summed up her energy and threw the dagger. It became fixed in the creature’s lower leg and did not cause the monster to stop moving. Its hate filled eyes fixed on hers as the beast swung both arms at Nydryn. Its right hand raked down over Nydryn’s face, and its left reached her stomach, drawing more blood than the other wounds. Blood in her eyes, Ny fell to the ground, unable to defend herself due to the excessive amount of wounds she had received. The leader must have had confidence in its own abilities for it didn’t attack her again right away. The creature stood over Nydryn, like an angel of death, pleased with the job it had done.

by **Roman** on March 16th, 2011, 9:40 pm

Roman didn't have the time to give a quick prayer to rhysol so that he might get out of this rather nasty position in one piece before the monster was right on him, so saying he was to busy to notice what the rest of the people did or how badly wounded they where was rather accurate.
Swinging his dagger at the monster with all the might he could muster and missed as the thing ducked and rammed headfirst into his stomach bowling him to the ground and knocking all the air out of his lungs

Roman let out a pained groan as he fell on the ground, feeling a few roots and fallen branches dig into his back, barely hanging onto his dagger and breating heavily he tried to get his bearings back, but the yukman didn't give him any pause and lunged towards him, trying to get her hand around his throat.
Roman swung his right fist at it, still to dazed to think straight ant that he could have gutted her with his dagger at this moment, hitting the yukman on the chest. It didn't faze the thing as it continued to try and grip his neck while hitting him at the same time. Roman slowly began to see red as her blows rained down on his head, chest or any other place she could reach.
Tightening his grip on his dagger he rammed it in her unprotected side wrenching in the wound to make sure it was as painful as possible.
As the thing screamed in pain he rammed his fist into her face before pulling out his dagger again and stabbing it back in her side, ignoring as the muddy blood began dripping out of the wound and over his arm.
Giving the thing a mighty shove he pushed her of him and scrambled back on his feet, the yukman was whimpering on the ground. roman gave it one look before he bend down and rammed his dagger in her skull, putting an end to her miserable life.

by **Aello** on March 17th, 2011, 12:35 am

Oh what pretty colors. Such pretty swirls. Look at all the swirls. Aello pointed up ahead of her. Look at the blue swirl. No! Aello's mouth opened wide, and hung open, exposing her pearly white teeth. She pointed at another swirling vortex of color, like a whirlpool before her eyes. Although it never seemed to pull her in. The yellow one is prettier. No! The green one! The green one! Aello began jumping up and down merrily as her eyes seemed to smile along with her mouth. She must have looked like a little kid in an over-sized candy store. The green one is the best one! The green one is the best one! Aello began to clap her hands as she chanted, "the green one is the best one! The green one is the best one!" That was until she saw the purple one, in which case she changed her tune rather rapidly. Suddenly, a light gray mist formed before her eyes, and began to swirl around her head, making her vision somewhat blurry. She could hear the sound of people screaming, of shrieking, and weapons meeting flesh off in the distance. She could smell the metallic scent of blood beneath her nostrils; feel fresh rain pelting her face, smell it as it mixed with the dirt of the ground.

Aello's nose twitched, and her eyes scrunched a bit before they returned to their normal, sleep-like state. Sounds like people fighting... people falling; dying... nothing too important, or out of the ordinary. A shy smile crept across Aello's pale lips. They were turning a blueish-purple color around the edges. The rain never seemed to cease. She could feel it drenching her clothes; causing them to cling to her skin. She could feel her body shivering; sense her eyes continuing to twitch. All you have to do is will yourself to wake up. Will...? Just force your eyes to open. You need to open them. Aello's eyes twitched, how in all of Mizahar could she force them open when she wasn't all there? Just try. Try to open them, and they will do as they are told. Not knowing what else to do, Aello concentrated, she began to breath in through the nose, and out through the little space that was left between her upper and lower lip. Aello's eyes scrunched shut, even though she wanted them to open. Open darn it! Open! Nothing seemed to happen for several minutes. The rain and the screams that surrounded her was all she heard. She saw nothing but a black splotch before her; the back of her eyelids, but the girl needed to see. She had to open her eyes.

Aello tried and tied, and after several attempts, and minutes as well, her eyes opened. Her vision blurred as cold drops of rain spilled into her dark brown irises. Her body felt cold, and her bones ached. The ground beneath her body was vibrating with each of the fighter's footsteps. The shrieks of the yukeman, and cries of her companions was enough to make Aello cringe. All she wanted to do was close her eyes and shut it all out; disappear to a place between life and death, sleep and wakefulness. But it would be so unkind for her to abandon the rest of the humans, as tempting as it may be to do so. Aello sighed, as she slowly sat herself up and looked around the clearing. The wolf's body lingered in the corner. A few of the yukeman had fallen, and the other woman was bleeding. "Lovely," Aello muttered as she blinked a few times to get the rainwater out of her eyes, and to clear her vision.

Best get off my arse and deal with this nonsense, Aello thought as she pushed off the ground with her hand and brought herself to her feet. It seemed like everyone around her was falling, and her brain had only just registered what was happening: oh yeah, we had been fighting before. Aello sighed again as she lazily pulled her cursed blade out of concealment, her bow would be no use in such close combat. Aello looked around the clearing. She noticed the blonde women covered in blood. Yeah that's not good, probably should go work on that.

Aello crossed the clearing and stood a foot behind the leader of the yukeman. She tapped the creature on the shoulder with her left hand, as she raised her right hand and then brought her cursed blade down into the center of her neck. "Take that YOU BITCH!" Aello shouted as she took a half step back. A dark muddy-looking substance was oozing out of the wound she had inflicted. It smelled distinctly of the earth, but not in a good way. Aello scrunched up her nose. Gross, Aello thought, as she smiled triumphantly. That'll teach her not to try choking the shortie again.

The wounded creature shrieked and shot her long arms backwards, knocking Aello off balance as they hit her. Aello stumbled backwards, splashing through several puddles, before falling to the ground. Her blade was still lodged in the creature's neck. That bitch! Aello thought as she tried to get back on her feet. But her body was too cold, too tired, and not at all in the mood to fight anymore. Ok then, maybe not... maybe we'll just let the guys do some of the work, and the ladies can simply play the part of damsels in distress.

OOCThe first paragraph is just Aello thinking crazy stuff and being generally out of it now that she has been knocked out.

Para 2: bold=thoughts, italics=a second voice in herself

And take my cursed blade Syndre, take it, and use it to kill the evil yukeman >.<

by **Syndre** on March 21st, 2011, 2:58 pm

The male Yukman issued an inhuman growl from the lashing pain the whip

had caused, slightly blinding the creature as it wrapped around his cracked
face. Syndre immediately grasped the whip's handle with both gloved hands and
pulled with all the force his slender muscles could muster, dragging the hideous
humanoid two steps closer. The earthen monster reared back against the slithering
grip of the lengthy weapon, its natural strength now tugging the rogue forward.
Syndre planted his heels into the thickening mud, the tips of either boot pointed
upward as he dug into the sodden ground. The tight sinew in his extended arms
worked furiously to keep the monster from dragging him forward, but the effort
was for naught and he continued to inch closer.

As soon as the Yukman reared again with unleashed aggression, the thief

dropped the tips of his buckled boots into the moist dirt and suddenly released
the smooth handle of his whip. Leaning forward with the action, the burst of
momentum sent the rogue stumbling forward and the creature flailing backwards.
It did its best to remain afoot, awkwardly back stepping before it drove its
weight full force into the wounded leader that Aello had just stabbed. Both
of the creatures crashed to the wet ground with Syndre stumbling in tow,
remarkably keeping his center of gravity upright until reaching the fallen
monsters. He allowed his lean body to fall when he was close enough, colliding
roughly against the upper torso of the male creature.

His left appendage slid easily over the slick Yukman's chest and the

teethed gauntlet that protected his forearm dug viciously against the male's
throat. Every tiny hook and iron forged tooth that could dig into its flesh
did, keeping the monster's snapping maw at bay. The nimble thief pulled his
knees further upward and quickly straddled the humanoid's waist, gaining an
positional advantage. Syndre teeth ground firmly together in a display of
effort, using what strength he had left in his left arm to keep the Yukman's
head pinned within the suction of mud. He leaned forward, tearing at the
creature's neck with his gauntlet, stretching his right arm outward where the
leader of the pack lied face first in the grass.

Aello's cursed dagger was then wrenched out of the motionless Yukman's neck,

the spurt of sickly colored blood miring his face in a foul smelling spray.
Disgusted and coursing with adrenaline, Syndre sat back against the struggling
male and brought the woman's dagger down repeatedly. The incisive blade stabbed
over and over again, cutting into the creature's desperately flailing arms,
sinking into the side of its laboring chest, and plunging into the monster's
cracked visage. It took a long moment before the Yukman finally stopped
convulsing, and even when its life had been extinguished, the exhausted rogue
continued stabbing its disfigured face until it was no longer recognizable.

His weakened appendages hurt from being over used, and with one final stab

he stuck Aello's dagger into the fleshy mess that once had been a face. His
breathing came quick while his cobalt eyes scanned the clearing for any other
threat, the downpour of rain slowly washing away the dark fluids that had been
spilt against his handsome countenance. His beautiful friend lay bloodied to
his left, the other woman who's dagger he had used was also badly injured, and
the cloaked man was bending over another fallen creature. It would seem as though
they had beaten the unfavorable odds, but at what price?

With faintly trembling arms, Syndre removed himself from the male Yukman and

crawled as quickly as his body allowed him toward Nydryn. The rain felt much
heavier than before against his form and when he reached the lithe figure of
his friend, a wet leather hand guided her moist golden hair away from her
forehead. The claw marks against her face looked painful, as did the scratches
that shredded her shirt over her abdomen. Crystal blue voids stared down at
the young woman, watching the expanse of her soaked chest to see if she was
still breathing.

by **Nydryn** on March 23rd, 2011, 2:14 am

Nydryn’s eyes had closed, black voids filling the expanse of her vision.

Suddenly, her eyes shot open. Ny was laying in the middle of a deserted street in Ravok, the whole scene was gray. The darkness was like a fog, but not exactly for it colored everything gray. Even her own skin was gray in color, Ny noticed as she held out a hand. Where was she? She was able to recognize Ravok, but it never looked as strange as this. Nydryn stood up slowly, still glancing around. It was the street in front of her childhood house. As Ny’s blue pools took in the sight of her house she gasped. There was no house. It was as though someone had crudely picked up the building that Ny loved so much, and then tossed it away.

Her feet began moving before she realized it, her unconscious wanting to escape this form of cruel torture. There were no shoes on her feet, and small stones dug into her soles as she sprinted away. Faster… faster… faster. There was no way that Ny could tell where she was going, but she did not stop. It was only when she had run down an alley only to find it blocked did the running cease.

A man had appeared, or at least he appeared in the form of a man. His feet floated above the ground as he approached, allowing Nydryn a better look at the creature. His eyes were black; his face wrinkled and gray as everything in this place was. A black cloak was on his back, the hood pulled up to cover the minimal amount of hair that he had. “You do not belong here…” his mouth did not move, and his voice sounded as though he were standing right next to her. A sense of panic accompanied the hiss as Nydryn’s eyes widened and she took off running past the man like creature.

Only moments later, the woman was running over a bridge across a canal, and the same black covered figure appeared in front of her. “Go back to where you belong…” the soft voice hissed again, this time a pale gray hand was extended from the cloak, a pure black dagger in its hand. Ny whipped around and took off, heading in the opposite direction. This time, her feet took her to the place where she sat looking at the Temple of the Black Sun as a child. The temple was gray as well in this place and Ny took a deep breath, looking at the building for any signs of life.

The man appeared a last time, now standing so close to Ny that she inevitably moved back, her form pressed against the wall. As the creature approached, her breathing became shallow. The hand with the dagger was at his side. He stopped only mere inches from her, his eyes heartless and cold. “It is not your time…” the final hiss was emitted as the creature plunged the pure black dagger into Nydryn’s heart. He stepped back as she slowly fell to the ground, clutching the wound. As her eyes closed, Ny could hear his laughter echoing in the blackness.

As her eyes reopened, Ny clutched at the ground on either side of her. The grass allowed her to maintain a hold as Ny regained her senses and found herself at the edge of the field where she had been before. It was still raining and as her eyes continued to focus, she realized Syndre was near, looking at her, his gaze concerned. It was unusual for the confident rogue to look like that, and after glancing down at her torn up body, Nydryn realized why.

“I’m fine…” she whispered to the man as she tried to sit up. Her body protested, and Ny gasped realizing how much pain there actually was. She sat, her eyes glancing over the rest of the scene. It looked as though the Yukeman were dead but it looked like the others were also badly wounded. It could be worse… they could all be dead, mauled by the monsters. Her gaze finally landed on Syndre. It didn’t seem as though he was too wounded, which was very good. He must be very adept at fighting to not have suffered like the rest of them had.

by **Roman** on April 10th, 2011, 6:40 pm

Roman slowly tried to catch his breath as he pulled his dagger out of the cooling corpse, wiping the mud like blood of the blade on his pants, before pushing himself on his feet again and falling back on his ass when his legs gave out.
"Yeah, sitting down for a while, not a bad idea." He muttered to himself as he tried to catch his breath.

While he did that, he let gave his group a quick look over and let out a sigh of relief as he saw that all of them where still alive, banged up or worse, but they where still alive. Letting out a groan he pushed himself on his feet and slowly made his way over to the shortest woman, seeing as the other man was already tending to the blond one, hoping that his legs didn't give out again.
When he reached the her he dropped on his knees besides her and gave her wounds a quick look over, as far as he saw she didn't was in danger, though it might be better if she got somewhere warm as soon as possible.
He reached out and gave her a light slap on the cheek, trying to get her attention.
"Hey can you walk? Or do I need to carry you away from here?"

by **Aello** on April 10th, 2011, 8:24 pm

Aello felt someone's cold fingertips across her face. They seemed to be trembling slightly, much as her skin was upon impact. At first, it was almost enough to make her flesh sting, but in the end, it seemed to merely make it all the more numb. "Of course, these are little more than flesh wounds," Aello replied with a small smile.

Slowly, Aello inched her body back up into a sitting position. She was biting her bottom lip now that she had begun to register the pain from her fall. The pain was sharp, and seemed to course through the length of her body, starting at the center near the lower portion of her stomach, and then branching outwards in all directions. To each of her limbs. When she sat up fully, Aello realized that she couldn't manage to straighten out her back, or her shoulders. Each curled into her body, as though she were trying to offer herself a little more protection from the rain that still managed to trickle down from the spaces in-between the tree branches.

Aello looked up at the darkening sky. Several transparent drops of rain curled around the contours of her face. "It's nice, isn't it?" she asked. "A fine day for camping," she whispered, as she looked back down at her stomach, her bleeding body. The cuts, which seemed to sting all the more now that she was looking down at them. Her blood, as the rain washed it away. "We shall be alright out here, the rain will take care of everything," she whispered. The rain water, tinged a pale red with the blood, spilled off the side of her body and onto the ground.

"Why don't you go look after the other two?" Aello asked, "the blondie seemed to get pretty beat up before," she commented. After a moment, the girl's eyes began to blink, although her eyelids seemed to stay shut for several more seconds than they should before opening again. Perhaps she was tired, or had simply lost to much blood to keep them open. Roman couldn't have been certain, and neither could Aello. Perhaps, then, it was a bit of both. Slowly, Aello lay herself back down and stared up at the sky. She rested her hands on her chest, and closed her eyes. Time to just shut it out. Hopefully the rain will stop soon...

OOCWell, it looks like our lovely little thread is coming to a close. Feel free to wrap up in any way you see fit. Just a note: Roman you cannot bandage Aello, because Gabrielle is supposed to do that tomorrow. Also, none of you can move her, or her things, because she is supposed to wind up in the same place come morning. Well, maybe the knife... the knife is... special anyway, and you wouldn't have it more than a few hours before it disappeared. *giggles* Anyway, it has been fun >.<

by **Syndre** on April 13th, 2011, 7:24 pm

Leather adorned fingers ran gently through Nydryn's damp hair as she

sat up, her expression announcing the pain the movement had caused. A concerned
smile conformed to his features while brought his gloved hand back between them,
pointing his index finger in her direction," Wait here..." A delicate squeeze
was applied to the curve of her small shoulder before rising to his full height,
his attentive gaze working over the two strangers beside them. A quick observation
was all that was given as he began to recover his displaced weapons. It was
difficult to gather any details about the others, for the furious sheets of rain
that poured down from the darkened clouds distorted his vision. There condition
didn't matter much to Syndre, there were only two reasons why he had assisted
them: Nydryn was in danger... and he had the element of surprise...

The serpentine length of his unraveled whip was collected into his

wet hands, then carefully coiled and bound where it belonged. The rogue moved
from the male Yukman's disfigured corpse to where the other, gold tinted
Yukman had fallen lifeless in the mud. Azure eyes shifted over the obscure
terrain while making the long walk to the body, checking twice over for any
more of the earthen creatures. There was no sign of any movement as far as he
could tell, and once satisfied that there was no other danger he planted the
sole of his buckled boot against the back of the Yukman's head. Bending over at
the waist, Syndre slipped his moist digits around the hilt of his familiar blade
and gave a few firm tugs. The female monster's head shook limply with each pull
before the cold iron of the knife finally escaped the shattered skull.

A brief glance was given to his wounded friend some thirty paces away,

making sure Nydryn was still sitting up on her own. He would find out why she
had ventured out here another time, right now he was just glad she had survived
the attack. The shady thief returned his attention back to the light skinned
corpse, turning it over onto its back so its remaining eye stared up into the
grey maelstrom above. Maybe he wouldn't come out of this empty handed. Using
the sharp apex of his gore smeared knife, Syndre began digging it into the
Yukman's gem encrusted face, carefully cutting away a handful of the imbedded
stones. After further marring the female's once exotic features, the rogue wiped
his dagger clean against the watery blades of grass and sheathed the wicked
weapon along side his right boot. The colorful gems he had looted from the body
were tucked into one of the many pockets sown into his black pants.

His life long brother, by friendship and not blood, was probably waiting

impatiently for Syndre's arrival in the woods. The random encounter had costed
the rogue a good bit of time and he would have to make haste if he wanted to
catch up with Caleb before he moved on. There were very few people that the
thief trusted and the two strangers were definitely not on his short list, so
leaving Nydryn with them wasn't acceptable. She would slow him down considerably,
but he believed that his brother would indeed wait, though probably with added
annoyance. With his weapons recovered and the stones taken, Syndre quickly
returned to Nydryn's side. He took care when helping her stand, then crouched
in front of her so that she could climb up on his arcing back. With her lithe
arms slipping around his neck, he gained a good grip upon each of her supple
thighs and began carrying her petite body across the clearing. There was no
time to converse with the other two, so he left them alone to deal with
each other.
OOCWe can stop here if you guys want and turn the thread in for grading

by **Seth** on April 24th, 2011, 11:22 pm

Aello:

+2 Observation XP
+2 Bow XP
+1 Brawling XP
+1 Dagger XP

Lores: What Yukmen Look Like, Being Choked Unconscious, How Men Handle Things.

The Method behind my Madness :

Syndre:

+2 Stealth XP
+1 Running XP
+2 Dagger XP
+2 Whip XP
+1 Balance XP

Lores: Using Rain and Darkness for Stealth, What Yukmen Look Like, Feeling Concern for a Friend.

Loot: Three dirty, uncut red Garnet gems, around the size of a quarter.

The Method behind my Madness :

Nydryn:

+1 Dagger XP
+1 Throwing Dagger XP
+XP

Lores: What Yukmen Look Like, The Feeling of Death, Dreams can Mean so Much.

The Method behind my Madness :

Roman:

+1 Medicine XP
+1 Dagger XP
+1 Brawling XP

Lores: What Yukmen Look Like, Dressing Simple Wounds, Fighting for Your Life.

The Method behind my Madness :

Good thread, and I liked the combat. You guys look like you had fun, and it was definitely a good read! Nice to see all you fun folk having such a good time both in and out of Ravok! <333