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Sol LongClaw

Sol LongClaw

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Azakyr Parian writhed on the cold, marble floor, his mouth frothing like a feral beast, his limbs flailing and contorting constantly and uncontrollably. He groaned in pain as the burning mixture slithered down his throat, and rotted him from the inside out. "They're c-c-coming.." He moaned, His voice weak and pained. "I have to.. ha- have to forgeet... it all.." He groaned again, his head jerking back. "I mus- must get out.." He moaned again, and started to painstakingly crawl towards the doors of his epic basement crypt. He pushed open the door with his finger tips, then crawled out through the tiny gap. He tried to get to his feet, but all he could do was squirm across the floor, or hobble along, crouching like an animal, ready to pounce. He hauled himself up the steps, his fingers getting cut on the cracked glass of smashed vials and failed potions. Through the hazy darkness, all he could see was the slit of light poking through the door at the entrance. "I... Must G-g-get out!" He wailed, pulling himself up through the darkness.
He suddenly put his hand in a weird, oily mixture. Instantly, his hand started to burn furiously. He turned over onto his back, screaming uncontrollably, his fingers contorting constantly, sometimes even into forms impossible by a human. He turned back, gritting his teeth through the pain, and pushed on. "Ne-nearly.. there.." He moaned. The doors were just metres from his face, when his eyes glazed over, with a completely dark veil. He felt his body go limp. "Argrggghh..." He moaned, as the burning mixture reached his mind, like a flaming hand, caressing his brain. His view was momentarily restored, and his limbs felt energy again. He gave a last, painstakingly pull out of the doors, and lay limp in the grass, as the massive beige doors slammed shut behind him, leaving him to rot in the long grass. "Foooorgeet..." He moaned one last time, as his view completely destroyed itself, and he was lost to a world of black.

06-Jun-2012 10:55:21 - Last edited on 07-Jun-2012 11:10:31 by Sol LongClaw

Sol LongClaw

Sol LongClaw

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The sun looked down on the three men, each one clad in a set of dark clothes, layered with a thin, teired platebody, and a large cape with an 'I' insignia on it. These were inquisitors, the most feared men in all of Gileinor. The three had been stationed with hunting down the feared and notorious heretic 'Pariah', at least that was what he had called himself, constantly and incessantly, while he was imprisoned in the Inquisitoral cells. Eventually he had been allowed free, but his crimes had only grown stronger. There was word of rituals and kidnappings in the area, undoubtedly the work of the 'Pariah'.
"Ugh.. I can't believe we, of all people were stationed to do this.." Groaned Idylis, With the generic arrogant tone of the inquisition. His personality embodied the Inquisition. Arrogant, Ignorant, and yet brave.
"Well we can't deny Weyland's words.." Marius replied, Sighing. Inquisitor Weyland was the second most venerated man in all of the Inquisition, the highest place held by the High Inquisitors.
"But this is recruit work, The Pariah is a weakling, I remember when we got him last time. easy." Idylis continued.
"Both of you shut up!" Bellowed Rathorn, the leader of the trio. Despite his position, he was probably the man who feared Weyland the most, but if you asked him, he'd just say he 'Honoured' him.
The two bickering men fell quiet instantly.
"We're going to do this wether you like it or not." Rathorn continued, his voice booming.
The trio continued on through the thick forest, until they finally reached the clearing that held The Pariah's crypt. It was rather conspicuous really, a pile of rocks, like the wreck of a church, in the centre of a clearing, with a duo of massive beige doors set into them.
"Is this a joke? Anyone could see this.." Idylis remarked. "Whatever happened to 'You'll never find my crypt, it's camoflauged like the air you breathe!'" He remarked, making a terrible imitation of The Pariah's voice.
"It is a little.. obvious." agreed Marius

06-Jun-2012 11:09:55 - Last edited on 07-Jun-2012 11:11:23 by Sol LongClaw

Sol LongClaw

Sol LongClaw

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Suddenly, the trio spotted a man, unconscious, in a group of long grass. His clothes were ripped and torn, his face dirty and blood flecked.
"Ay Ay, what's this?" Asked Rathorn, kicking the man with his foot.
"It looks like he was one of The Pariah's subjects?" Marius replied.
"Yeah, he does.. Come on, let's wake him up, and get on with the task." Awnsered Rathorn, hauling the man to his feet, and cuffing him round the face.
The man awoke, with a great brute of a man infront of him, and a thumping headache in his head. He put his hand to his face, and rubbed an incredibly sore patch of skin by his cheek. "What's.. going on?" He asked, looking at the trio.
"We're the inquisition, and we've come to capture the Pariah." Replied the bulky man infront of him.
"Pariah?" He asked, his brow raised.
"Perhaps he was drugged?" Asked a smaller man to the larger man's side.
"You're full of awnsers, aren't you, Marius?" Replied the man, seemingly slightly annoyed at the man.
"Can you stand?" The larger man asked him, taking his hands from his shoulders.
The man wobbled a bit on the spot, just managing to steady himself by grabbing onto a tree.
"Tch. Good enough. Come along, we can't leave you here." The large man told him.
"By the way, I'm Rathorn, this is Marius" He said, gesturing to the man to his left. "And Idylis." To his right.
Idylis pulled open the door, letting chilled air flow out into the clearing. The innards of the room was dark and barely able to pick out, as even sunlight had a hard time entering the crypt. A few lanterns jumped into existance along the corridor, illuminating a long staircase down to another set of large doors.
"Come on.." Rathorn said, entering the crypt.
Marius took a lantern from the side, to reveal a hole in the side of the wall, just obstructed by the torch he had taken out.
"Marius!" Called Idylis, as a dart flew out, and bored itself into Marius' neck. He fell down, grunting, clasping his bleeding neck.
"Just a flesh wound.." He called.

06-Jun-2012 11:26:01 - Last edited on 06-Jun-2012 12:01:57 by Sol LongClaw

Sol LongClaw

Sol LongClaw

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"Argh.. Damnit Marius!" Called Rathorn, placing his hand to his face. "We'll have to go on without you. Don't do anything stupid." Rathorn turned to Idylis and the man. "Come on. Don't touch anything." He called, gesturing for them to come, with his hand.
They picked their way through the darkness, as lanterns lit up infront of them. They walked painstakingly slowly, picking their way through the staircase, sure to not trigger another trap like the one that had incapacitated Marius.
The staircase was suprisingly basic, no glyphs etched on the wall, or maps, or even doors leading off to anywhere. It was purely just a staircase leading to one room.
"I never asked, what's your name?" Idylis asked the man.
"My.. name?" Awnsered the man, utterly confused.
"You've forgotten it?" Replied Idylis, shaking his head.
In solemn silence, they continued down the corridor. They eventually reached the door, pushing it open.
Inside, was a dark ritual room, with rotting, cancerous cadavers hanging limp on a single rope attached to their backs, each one inside a indent in the wall. Ten total, dotted around the wall at measured intervals. The room was odd, it seemed to have a deep blue hue to it, as though your eyes had been tinted. A large glyph stood in the center of the room, as though scratched on by a group of nails.
Rathorn walked out into the center of the room, standing on the glyph. "Come out, Pariah!" He shouted.
No awnser came.
Instead, the sound of a great, whooping breath filled the room, as though the air was being sucked from the room. Ten mouths opened, from the cadavers circling the room. Purple darts manifested in their now open mouths, and, before Rathorn could react, he was skewered by the darts, bursting into a cloud of blood, the droplets flying everywhere, covering Idylis and the man.
"Rathorn!" Screamed Idylis, running up to where he had exploded in a mass of brain matter and visceral fluids.
"He's dead." Came the man's voice, hissing, like a treacherous snake.

06-Jun-2012 11:39:42 - Last edited on 06-Jun-2012 12:03:36 by Sol LongClaw

Sol LongClaw

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Idylis turned, to look at the man, who was grinning with a crooked smile.
"And now I remember. My name, everything.
"Great!" Shouted Idylis.
"It is Azakyr Parian." He replied, Chuckling slowly.
"Wait a second.." Said Idylis, under his breath.
"I am the Pariah!!" He shouted at the top of his voice. "I am your doom!"
Idylis' view of the room became blurred and elongated. Suddenly, nothing made sense. His breathing became heavy and pained. He clutched his chest, and fell to the floor. His vision became more and more blurry, the edges becoming utterly indecipherable. His vision became tinted a deep, crimson red. He saw hideous shapes phasing in and out of reality around him, Until finally, as the beast was about to phase out, it looked at him. It's face was disfigured, yet human, it's eyeballs gouged out into empty sockets. Around it's neck was a steel collar, with spokes coming out to attach to another, larger, spiked collar, making what looked like a wheel. cuts lined it's arms and legs, the cross of saradomin cut onto it's chest, still bleeding amply, a waterfall of gore.
At this sight of this, Idylis screamed, and fell onto his side, begging and sobbing uncontrollably.
"This is Lucius." Laughed the man, as the hellish beast ran towards Idylis in the corner of his eye.
Idylis couldn't move, all he could do was scream, as the beast bent over him, and stared into his eyes, a grin on it's hideous face. The face moved away, and Idylis felt a heart-wrenchingly painful feeling blossom in his leg.
The beast was eating him.

06-Jun-2012 11:49:02 - Last edited on 06-Jun-2012 12:04:31 by Sol LongClaw

Cyun

Cyun

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~The Sun, the Moon, and the Truth~

The woe of war plays in plain parallels,
In British households and Afghani cells.
Love and Politics are so intertwined,
Belliferous and imprisoning to my mind.
You put your brim-full faith as your face fled,
For me to stay stalwart and to do as is said.
Long have I stayed loyal to you, my Love,
But I’m a beast, with an instinctive shove.
Behind your hankering, martyr bent back,
Yes I have done it, my reflexion in lack.
Slept upon an alien pillow, odd,
Odd man, resembles you, strapping young sod.
His bavardage benign to my bêtise,
His snake soon slithered up, long time no tease,
You sit in your cell for the sake of freedom,
You can't share sarmassation, Adam.
The words stumble out from my quivering,
Shivering lips in shambles and sniffing.
Tension sags heavy like a loaded gun,
Oh I confess, my Lord, my Love, my Hun,
I admit it true, confirming your doubts,
You hang up the phone, amid heart-splintered shouts.
I crumple to the kitchen floor, crippled,
You roar and punch red sand, rippled.
Time collapses as I see "call ended",
My maliferous body, appended.
So, just like war, it ends in diremption,
There’s no hope, no return or redemption.
Sin has been committed, apple bitten,
But you are in hell-man’s province, not Britain.
Two years on, he's finally home, he's back!
In home soil, wrapped in a Union Jack.
“Three things cannot be long hidden” I've heard,
“The sun, the moon, and the truth.” - how true it is.

07-Jun-2012 16:29:26 - Last edited on 22-Jun-2012 10:49:00 by Cyun

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