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| Tyndel The Corruptor | Wed Oct 27, 2010 1:02 am Post #1 |
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The earth felt moist beneath Tyndel's feet as he walked through the ruins. It had rained fairly recently in these parts. It could make looking for items of interest easier, for now the ground was softer. Tyndel knew that most of the artifacts would have disappeared long ago, but maybe something small could be found. This ancient city must have been home to some powerful magics, no doubt the wizards that harnessed them could have left secrets hidden. If there was something hidden here he would find it or at the very least let someone else and then kill them. Either way he was fine with the outcome. Tyndel had seen nothing unusual from any other ruins, nor had he ran into any strange characters. That was strange, ruins usually attracted the oddest folk. Anything from treasure hunters to demons, no of that here though. Just a few birds and some bugs buzzing through the air. One insect came buzzing close to Tyndel's face and it was swatted down to the forest floor below. A large foot came down upon the flying pest's body. A smile crept over Tyndel, even though it was small and insignificant killing the bug had part some joy to him. Admittedly killing anything usually brought him joy or at least a laugh. It had been that way ever since he was a child, when he was eight he killed another boy in his village and left him by the river. No one ever suspected him of his first kill, but in time it became clear who he was to everyone around him. Tyndel was a murderer and a proud one at that. Murder became a part of his normal life, almost to the point of numbness, but somehow he had managed to still smile after each kill. Perhaps he was insane, but to think of ones self like that could in fact make one insane. Instead Tyndel thought of himself as a man whose true purpose was the study of life, and the execution of it. It was becoming obvious that he wanted to kill something more than a bug, something of human size would do. As Tyndel walked through rubble and weeds he came closer to a campfire, that meant there was someone nearby. His sight showed no one and so he investigated the campsite. The fire was small and there was a bedroll spread out. It seemed to be one traveler all alone. As Tyndel sat by the fire and waited he withdrew his ax and sat it in front of him. The light from the fire glistened off the fine metal, back and forth changing the intensity of the shine. A few more moments passed and finally someone returned to the camp. It was an elderly man carrying some firewood. Tyndel rose and extended his hand, to the man. The man was weary but after a moment sat down the wood he had gathered and took the hand of Tyndel. The old man spoke, "Hello there, I wasn't really expecting company. Is there something I can help you with?" To this Tyndel replied, "No nothing at all. I am just curious as to why you are out here by yourself." "Oh well you see I am looking for anything I might be able to pawn off to someone. Things of value, you know?" Tyndel smiled on the inside, this man was doing his work for him. "So is there anything of interest yet, or does thou search continue a little while longer." The man simply shook his head. Then a frown washed over Tyndel. "I see." The man had outlived his usefulness in Tyndel's eyes and therefore needed to be released from this world. Reaching down and picking up his ax he gave a slight wave as to say goodbye to the man. The man smiled and returned the gesture. Tyndel walked past the man and as soon as he had past him rose his arm high into the air ax in hand. With a flick of his wrist the edge of the weapon met flesh and cleaved into the man's back. The man fell to the ground, but was very much alive. The ax still stuck in the old man made a sort of handle, which Tyndel grabbed and yanked. The ax came lose and he plunged it back into the man screaming and writhing in pain. This time the weapon met the side of the old man's neck. Screams went from high to a low gurgle, and then stopped completely. Blood poured from the wound and then the man's movement started to slow. The ax rose and fell once more this time meeting the man's face. A few more minutes pass, all the while Tyndel removed the ax and plunged it back into the corpse below. Blood covered his hands, chest and some had made nice splashes upon his face. Tyndel rose and exhaled with a sigh of satisfaction. It had been the start of a good day, now there was only one way the day could go, up. He sat down beside the corpse and watched the fire, letting himself get lost in it. He could have lived had he found something I could have used, but no sense dwelling on the past. |
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| Ad Infinitum | Wed Oct 27, 2010 6:56 am Post #2 |
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A single stone in a sandal was hardly the worst thing to happen to her. The seemingly human woman awkwardly knelt down in a too-fast attempt to flick the dratted rock from under her foot, however, leaning heavily on her staff, and almost tumbled face-first into the soggy earthen floor. The hem of her cloak caught under foot and tugged her hand bearing the wooden rod down with it, sending both the woman and her dark, heavy staff rolling into the dirt. Such an assault from the ground would garnish embarrassment, shock, even ire from another victim, but from the sullied woman it received only a sigh and a determined grunt as she rose without so much as a glare about her. This reaction was entirely understandable as she lifted her head and reestablished her original path by showing her face to the sun then correlating her path with its heat on her left side; her eyes, deep-set and delicate above her high cheekbones, were entirely milky-white. A curled tendril of dark crimson bounced low to her satin girdle, having escaped the boundaries of her blood red hood where the rest of her hair was bound in a braid. She knew the moment the strand had loosened itself, of its exact location and cared little about its escape, so long as it didn't hinder her as her clumsy feet had. Never does a thing I control go as I wish it. Her staff's worn end smacked against something solid and unmoving, forcing the femme to an abrupt halt that almost dropped her to the ground again. Honestly.... She knelt slower than before, reaching out with an expert hand to make out the identity of the blockade. Coarse, textured enough but still smoother than most boulders, she found herself frowning as she tried to scan her memory for a familiar memory to her fingertips. Memory of how her mind perceived things recognised the pillar but the way it leaned so far to one side said so much to her that she had to pause to let her other senses aide her in cataloging. She shifted her focus to her hearing and sure enough, ever so faintly, she thought she could make out birdsong, rustling plant life and the way the wind spoke, and the way the wind carried brought to her voices not of the elements. Her grip on her rod tightened a moment before she toed the outline of the broken pillar and made her way slowly through the ruins in the general direction of the voices. The sound of a bloodcurdling scream jolted the woman, once again, to a complete stop. This time, though, she seemed not to notice, being so alarmed by the sound as she was. The hand not on her staff, holding one hem of her robes and cloak close to her bosom, reached out with abandon as she brought her rod against her. What have I gotten my dark-sighted self into? she muttered absent-mindedly, her mind storing away the knowledge of the ruins for later. Her better judgement howling at her to keep silent, the femme decided to throw caution to the wind and hope the reason for the raucous wasn't so cruel as to kill a blind woman "lost" in the ancient ruins. It wasn't like she had heard anything, anyway, right? Hello? What's happening? Is someone there? Is someone hurt? she called, pulling her scarlet coif low over her face. She had been called lovely before and hoped her supposed beauty and stricken nature would stay the hand of anyone with ill intent. At least long enough for her to get off a smart whack to the head from her staff, if it came to that. |
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| Roas | Wed Oct 27, 2010 2:35 pm Post #3 |
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The wind whistled through the branches and leaves of the trees, causing them to rustle. The lazy late afternoon sun flickered off and on as Roas made her way through the forest. With every step she could hear the crunch of the leaves under her foot and it bothered her immensely. She stopped for a few minutes, looking down at her own feet. She had wanted to learn how to hunt, but in the end she couldn't figure out how to keep quiet with all the leaves that had fallen on the path she had chosen. She knelt upon the ground, sticking her sword into the ground. She laid down, rolling on her back. "Arrrrrrrrgggggggggg!" She screamed in frustration, twitching on her back, banging her fists on the ground, and kicking her legs as if she was a small child having a fit. She finally stopped, looking up at the sky which was once again becoming cloudy because she had stayed in one place for too long. She gave a loud sigh, slowly sitting up. The leaves stuck into her long hair, making her look even more homely than she had looked previously. She looked at her hair, giving a sigh, before trying desperately to get the leaves out by combing her hair with a comb she had previously "borrowed" from a market stall in the village of Kellen. She sat there for a few minutes, glancing up at the sky peeping out amongst the trees. ‘I guess I have to continue walking...’ She thought, giving a small frown before slowly standing up and picking up her sword once again. She leaned down, strapping her sword to her leg with a few pieces of cloth since she didn’t own a sheath or belt to hold the sword. She took a piece of ripped cloth, tying back her long mess of hair as she started to walk along the forest path once again. It was not long before she found herself amongst the ancient ruins. She gave a small smile, looking around. She hadn’t been here for almost a year. With all the moving she did, though, this ancient city was more like a home to her than any other place that Imythess had to offer. She walked towards one of the columns that had fallen onto the ground and knelt beside it. She gave a small smile before digging into the ground next to the base. A few minutes past and she found a small box buried there. She slowly took it out, taking the piece of cloth off of it and opening it up. “Lucky! It’s still here…” She grinned. She looked around to make sure no one was around and took a few coins from the box which held various items in it. She then closed the box, wrapped the cloth in it once again, and buried it in the hole which she had previously dug. She looked at her hands for a moment, now covered in the dark soil. She wiped her hands off on her pants, standing up as she tried to pick the dirt out of her fingernails. She then used her feet to smooth out the ground, kicking some leaves over where she had dug before heading deep within the ruined city. She stopped in her tracks when she heard a scream. She was not alone. ‘Great, now I have to deal with another human.’ She thought, giving a grimace. She then heard someone else say something aloud and Roas’ happiness sunk lower still. She really did not enjoy dealing with other people. In order to avoid confrontation, she walked to one of the columns that was still standing and used a long piece of cloth to slowly move up to the top of it. She sat on the top of the column, looking down to see what was happening. She saw far off there was a man next to a fire with a corpse next to it, and not too far from that was a woman who was probably the source of the reply to the scream. She scratched her shoulder and gave a small yawn of disinterest. Fumbling through her bag, she took out an apple she had been saving for dinner and sat to watch the humans as she chomped happily on the beautiful, delicious apple. |
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