forums.rs

Forums

Scions of Sorcery – fantasy RP

Quick find code: 49-50-995-65876991

of 32
Annie1227
Jul Member 2011

Annie1227

Posts: 51,224 Emerald Posts by user Forum Profile RuneMetrics Profile
Poca wasn't happy that she was thrown to the ground by this new person. It made her very nervous. She kept feeling that someone was watching them but doesn't see anything. She just followed them.

As they traveled for many days, they finally got to the outskirts of Divided City that's when she and her group hears a loud grumbling noise. It made her very nervous. She put her hand on her sword ready to draw her sword if needed to. She looked around and saw noticed down the river, a large tree slanted over the river, and hanging down it many long, tough vines. She said as she pointed,"We can go over the river with those vines. What do you guys think?" -Dances-

23-Mar-2017 02:20:54 - Last edited on 23-Mar-2017 02:42:22 by Annie1227

George Rozas

George Rozas

Posts: 35,406 Sapphire Posts by user Forum Profile RuneMetrics Profile
Gideon's plan didn't go as expected, the giant hand proceeding to try and slam down upon him just as anticipated but, despite holding his halberd's spiked tip deep in the wrist of the limb, the hand continued its descent. Rather than be impaled further it succeeded in slamming him against the ground, rattling his armour but, based on sensations, doing no actual harm. However, being proned was not a position the Warlord wanted to be in and he went about trying to right himself as fast as possible.

The hand, presumably due to the efforts of Tsakirr, drew back which gave him the opportunity to rise easily. It continued its retreat, dragging itself backwards through the window where it could do baattle with the other Unhallowed. For the moment it had seemingly forgotten Gideon; such a mistake would cost the dark limb dearly.

As always another plan was concocted in moments, his halberd dropped as he charged towards the window after the retreating hand. Instinct pushed his hands out to the sides where they were met with the handles of two weapons, levitated to his side by the artifact that swirled around his wrist. In the Warlord's left he now held a war pick, its powerful spike eager to pierce flesh and armour alike. His right held a lengthy broadsword, larger even than his previous bastard sword, and both hands tightened firmly upon the handles as he reached the edge of the window.

There was no falling back, no time wasted to give an enemy recuperation time; Gideon would press his advance until the foe was felled. With his last step on the edge of the frame the warrior leapt towards the shadow-arm, eyes seeming to burn brighter as a wordless, wraith-like howl erupted from his throat, swinging the war pick with all his might as he closed in rapidly.

Were the gambit successful the pick's spike would drive deep into the shadow-limb's flesh, high up near to where the wrist would meet the palm. Then, holding on with an iron grip, the warrior would plant his greaves I am Inferi.

23-Mar-2017 03:16:01

George Rozas

George Rozas

Posts: 35,406 Sapphire Posts by user Forum Profile RuneMetrics Profile
firmly against the trunk-sized limb and drive his lengthy blade into the wrist; the part of the limb that was always the weakest, the thinnest. Were this a success he could wrench his war pick free and swing it higher, pull himself up more, smash the deadly spike through finger-arms and shadow-flesh.

All the while he would wrench the embedded blade to the side with full force, widening the wound, his intentions one of a driven madman; he would carve the hand off from this precarious position all the while fighting off any attempts at forcing him off. Gideon Steelwrought would not be denied. I am Inferi.

23-Mar-2017 03:16:05

Azi Demonica

Azi Demonica

Posts: 5,600 Rune Posts by user Forum Profile RuneMetrics Profile
Gareth, Bolag, Darius and Joric – Prologue

The sun was black, in this dream. Sunlight of blackness, and so very hot. Below it, endless shadows, silhouettes of creatures, amidst a forest of eternal darkness. Many skeletons had been nailed into the trees, the skeletons writhing on their own, trying to free themselves from their crucifixion.

Heavy breathing sounded, accompanied by drooling and dripping, and a huge beast emerged from the darkness, not a silhouette, but visible in the darkness, illuminated by fire that appeared here and there. The prowling beast was a giant wolf, skinless, her skull and rib cage visible, but still had fur on the back and tail. Without eyeballs, the great wolf could not see, yet it was staring at the dreamer, always watching without eyes, always sneaking without sight, always ready, yet nevertheless blind. A smaller wolf ran by, a child on his back, and then the great wolf ran towards the hunter...

The flames grew, yet the darkness remained. The flames mingled with the darkness, producing red fog that enshrouded everything. The fog led to a city, a city on fire, with many people who had been skinned then nailed into their own homes, then put on fire. Smoke, flames and red fog swirled everywhere, limiting visibility...

A gated gutter was nearby, where blood flowed along the streets and into the gutter, gurgling as it drained. Emerging from the bloody gutter was a crawling suit of armour, gauntlets having claws and scraping against the paved gutter; it ripped the gate off its hinges and threw it away. The armour was twenty feet tall but narrow, shaped in the form of a woman's body, the armour having grooves to resemble a nervous system, and the helm's visor shaped like a shocked face. The armour was black, and constantly leaking blood at all openings, as well as white light.

23-Mar-2017 04:02:34

Azi Demonica

Azi Demonica

Posts: 5,600 Rune Posts by user Forum Profile RuneMetrics Profile
The suit of armour also possessed a halo and white feathery wings sticking out the backplate, crawling out the gutter as blood ran down the path, eager to dive upon her much smaller foe...

The next thing to be seen, was a dungeon, a stairway leading out of it. Kneeling before the entrance of this dungeon, was a giant man ten feet tall, wearing plate armour, and wielding an immensely broad curved sword, and he ready to sever the one who plays with fire...

The black sun beamed black sunlight through stain glass windows, somewhere in some castle. The black light shone into a throne room, revealing a king seated on a mighty throne. He was a king of the Undead, yet did not seem dead himself, but alive, a man with a beard, hair and robe all as long as one another. The king's crown was of gold, and possessed a shape with grooves to somewhat look like a series of skeletons ending in skull-shaped precious stones.

At the centre of the throne room, black light beamed upon a cradle rocking gently by itself, and whatever it contained, quietly and weakly breathed. A robed figure appeared, a woman with hair so long it reached the floor, her hair always covering her face. She bent over the cradle, to take whatever it contained, and the baby screamed, wailed and cried with such force, the crying echoed powerfully, and despite it coming from a baby, the wailing was quite animalistic. Then, the robed woman was swarmed by creatures of shadows, who ripped her apart, the infant screaming with greater vigour and panic, for its cries mixed with ripping and chewing.

Outside the stain glass windows, flames grew, rising above them... Outside, the entire city and outlying forests were ablaze. The vision zoomed-in to a huge figure, a kingly man who wore many crowns overlapping one another, his great helm have three pairs of eye slits, and eight spider's legs curling out his back and around his armour.

23-Mar-2017 04:03:11

Azi Demonica

Azi Demonica

Posts: 5,600 Rune Posts by user Forum Profile RuneMetrics Profile
The dream ended as this huge figure walked towards a stone throne amidst ground covered with ashes and broken weapons and armour. Seated upon the stone throne, was an undead knight, hunched over, before his feet a few destroyed crowns...





Awakening Heroes

Sometime along Gareth's company's adventures, he heard of a place known for its wealth, opportunity, war, and ancient artifacts; the perfect place for an adventure! This place was simply called the Divided City, which was actually a network of multiple cities connected by walls and aqueducts.

For hundreds of years, the kingdom was wealthy and powerful, but it was destroyed by a chaotic, brutal war, and then torn asunder by a mighty earthquake, to forever shatter any hopes of recovery. Even after over a hundred years of destruction, hidden treasures and relics are still found, and so the Divided City attracts treasure hunters, criminals, mercenaries, bandits, sorcerers, and who knows what else.

Split in half by the earthquake that happened long ago, one half now more-or-less belongs to various beast-folk who claimed territory, mixed with bandits and mercenaries. The other half belongs to the Vaal'Amar, a race of devilish humans, who wish to venture beyond the Dividied City and into the more populated land of the various human nations for unknown reasons.

What appeared to be a straight-and-forward, exciting, adventurous journey has taken a sudden turn, and only for the worst...

Gareth awoke, shaking his head, feeling his hair brush against the inside of his helm. He smelled smoke, gases, and his eyes and ears really hurt. Someone was tapping on his helm to wake him up.

“Hey, look who's waking up right here!” a cocky voice remarked.

23-Mar-2017 04:03:27

Azi Demonica

Azi Demonica

Posts: 5,600 Rune Posts by user Forum Profile RuneMetrics Profile
Gareth coughed, finding it hard to breath. The last thing he remembered, was that he and Bolag, Darius and Joric were wandering around ruined streets, and then were confronted by a large group of people from both ends of the street; there were at least a hundred men in total.

The people wore long, black leather coats over black brigandine armour, but they kept the front of their coats unbuttoned. They also wore black morions, black gauntlets, black greaves and sabatons, and were armed with grossmessers, of course, the blades and hilts blackened. They often had long hair and heavy beards, and all their faces were covered with black veils.

All of these people at the front lines wielded clay vessels in their hands, which had lit fuses, ready to be thrown... these small bombs varied, some being explosive, others filled with noxious gases, others incendiary, others that let off a huge light that blinded those who stared at the blast. Gareth realized that he and his boys had been the targets of these bombs, the mix of explosions, gases, and blinding light having stunned him and his boys.

Gareth looked to the side, and saw the man who spoke, a tall fellow equipped like all the others, but he had an eye patch. He did not have a beard, but he did have long blonde hair. The man knelt, placing his elbows on his knees, and then lifted his eye patch up, revealing an eye socket with a large silver coin inserted in it, curiously enough. The coin glittered in the sunlight.

“You made your last adventure, laddie.” the man said, then cocked his head, as if smiling, “But no one waltzes into our turf and gets away with it. Don't bother struggling; some of our bombs were filled with poisonous powder, which paralyzes whoever breathes it in.” he continued, then stroked his veil, and chuckled.

23-Mar-2017 04:03:36

Azi Demonica

Azi Demonica

Posts: 5,600 Rune Posts by user Forum Profile RuneMetrics Profile
The man then withdrew a long stiletto, and put the tip into Gareth's visor.

“If you don't mind, I'm just going to stab your eyes out before the poison loses its affect, I think leaving you blind isn't too bad an idea.” the man said, and that was when a Dwarven axe flew into his head, splitting his skull open; Joric! He had resisted the poisonous gases, and sprang to action!

“I need to axe you a question!”

This was when all hell broke lose. Suddenly, shrieks, howling and growling sounded, echoing throughout the street; creatures grasping gliders swooped from higher ruins, and flew down here. Jumping off their gliders and landing atop the various veiled, armoured people. Those flying on gliders had horns, tails and claws, and upon landing, unsheathed crude, curved two-handed swords and began hacking in all directions like possessed madmen! These horned men wore only trousers and leather hoods that covered most of the face.

“Vaal'Amar!” someone yelled; two dozen more gliders swooped by, those gliding them letting go and landing here and there, sometimes atop the veiled armoured warriors, and a melee ensued, the glider-wielders attacking ferociously, but they also clawed, kicked, bit, and headbutted.

Amidst the disruption, Gareth snapped out of the effects of the poison and gases; Bolag and Darius would likewise awaken, and would have to very quickly react. Now was the time to spring to action!

23-Mar-2017 04:03:49 - Last edited on 24-Mar-2017 02:25:44 by Azi Demonica

wolfpack 888

wolfpack 888

Posts: 18,992 Opal Posts by user Forum Profile RuneMetrics Profile
Analee

Analee heard Talain call back to her. "I'm not" she called back. "I just wanted to let you know. You were gone for a while. It's getting cold." After she told him, she Thurber and headed back to camp. She stopped for a moment by a tree and turned and glanced at Talarin. She caught glimpse of him as he vanished behind bushes. Analee felt her face flush. Turning, she quickly headed back to camp and awaited Talarins return.

"The food was good"'she told him, breaking the silence that was between them. She didn't look at him when she spoke, if she did, she feared that she would blush. "So" she began as she picked up a stick and started drawing in the dirt. " what's the plan?" Slowly, she lifted her head and looked at him, blushing slightly as she did.

23-Mar-2017 22:23:12

wolfpack 888

wolfpack 888

Posts: 18,992 Opal Posts by user Forum Profile RuneMetrics Profile
Miranda "the Raven" Banner

Miranda followed Hawk as they made their way to the divided city. They walked down woods and paths. She didn't know where they were, having never ventured out this far herself. She listened as he spoke about the divided city, and the opportunities that it held. The city sounded amazing.

"Why did you let her come?" He whispered to Miranda, motioning back slightly towards Poca. Miranda glanced back at her before looking back at Hawk. "She protected me while I" she began, unsure how to continue. He would think she was crazy if she told him about her dream. "While I was knocked out. Plus, she followed me to you without me knowing." Hawk looked at her and have a slight smile. "Did you find a friend?" Miranda just hit him lightly in the arm. "I don't make friends, remember."

They continued the rest of the trip in silence. After a few days, they arrived on the outskirts of the divided city. " wow" she said as she gazed around. It was beautiful, unlike any city she had ever seen. Suddenly a roar broke out. Miranda paused and looked around. "Keep moving" Hawk told them, ignoring the noise.

Just as they began to move, they stopped where a creature appeared. He seemed to be having trouble to cross. "We should keep going" Miranda whispered to Hawk. "We could cross over the dam." She suggested. Nodding, Hawk moved forward. Once they arrived at the dam, they slowly began to cross it.

23-Mar-2017 22:35:36

Quick find code: 49-50-995-65876991 Back to Top