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Posted: Mon Oct 23, 2017 1:01 am
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Posted: Wed Nov 15, 2017 10:08 am
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_______________The Narrator Whispers... ||
→→ "Get up. You cannot rest here any longer, they know that you're waking, dreamer."
The central courtyard, illuminated only by the flames of torches, braziers, and the ever-present glow of a giant crystal agglomeration. The centerpiece hummed softly, filled with the chakra and life of several people, each residing within their individual crystal. The moon didn't have the power to peek through the massive, dark clouds that covered the sky. Soot fell from the sky in place of snow, coloring the ground and filling the area with even more dread. The courtyard was full of stone pathways that led out in different directions in between and behind buildings that survived the last few hundred years. Not only survived but thrived. The relic may have once been a shrine, noble estate, and maybe even a market one could enter after traveling through the breathtaking sights of Kamitaki Path. Its past use could be questioned to no end; however, its current one couldn't be argued. It was without a doubt a militarized encampment. The guard towers, built to overlook those sneaking around the mountain-side, there were more positioned to look outside rather than in, though the yokai didn't fail in patrolling the interior at all, even making the threatening rounds of searching fades at Kamitaki light in comparison.
At least...on average days. On the current occasion, many of the stronger Fades had gone to investigate an exciting presence in the forest.
When your crystal gains its cracks, Ansem, the place grows restless. Not with its inhabitants, but rather with the land itself. No drums herald your arrival, and no dragon seeks to make you known to all. Instead, the voices you've heard within the crystal up until this point fade away, replaced by whispers in the night, through each open window, every alley, an abundance of light sounds that create a cacophony in its own way. The shattering of your prison and the return of your senses reveal a strange combination of scents. Alcohol, hides, raw meat and the waste that associates with skinning creatures. Atop the rooftop of the most nearby building, a large, humanoid silhouette just outside the illumination of the fire throws something a few feet ahead of you. Meat. Raw meat. Even if you spent your entire life as a chef, there's no way you could've had any idea of what kind of creature it once belonged to. Almost immediately following the slap of the meat against the soot-covered stone, the whispers begin to grow more frantic, giving you the ability to comprehend that it's a language you do not know.
Followed by that was a bizarre view. The stone, a few feet beyond where the meat fell. It rose up, shifting, churning, in two areas. Much like children raising their bodies up from beneath a blanket.
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Posted: Thu Nov 16, 2017 9:26 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 22, 2017 9:33 pm
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_______________The Narrator Whispers... ||
→→ The ground didn't halt in response. It churned and twisted until it finally took form, moving towards the living being as it presented itself. Something described only as 'rotten earth' trailed seamlessly across where their flesh would be. Compared to a human, it looked starved nearly to the bone, on the verge of death, movements sluggish but still present. "Flesh...meat...all of you...belongs to me..." Words that passed from one being to the other, mouths without teeth, tongues made of mud that dripped down their chins. They looked like they'd be blown away by the wind alone if not for the stone armor that assisted their limbs and joints in general with movement. Otherwise flimsy appendages became terrifying weapons when given aide from the harder material. →→ A soft knocking echoed from somewhere nearby, a light report, though whether it would be noticed by the freshly wakened young human was another matter entirely, what with a nightmare from beyond the grave before him. →→ With an audible pop, three little flames, ghostly blue with a hint of darker violet within, burst into life and revealed further the deformities the creature bore. Steel, in bits and pieces, old swords and arrowheads, armament rounds and other bits fused in a mismash where stone should have been, giving the impression that it bled metal in some obscene way. The fires danced around its form in random formations, whispered giggles echoing from the stonework that filled the halls. The creature's mouth moved, or rather, where a mouth should have been were it not damage and torn, but from it still came a voice that failed to match the movements. "Flesh...long forgotten...long lost...mine...mine!" The last was a roar that resounded within the stone halls before the will-o-wisps burst into even greater life.
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2017 6:45 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2017 9:14 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2017 5:24 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2017 8:01 pm
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_______________The Narrator Whispers... ||
[I'll be posting for you from now on here more than likely.]
The creature, especially given it's mostly detached head, followed after Ansem in a slow lumber, giving the newly woken boy more than enough time to get away. The dancing lights, on the other hand, moved much faster than their master, floating after Ansem with haste as he tried to escape. The complex itself provided many buildings, corners, and alleys with which to get away. The courtyard was devoid of other creatures, for the moment, or at the very least none noticeable. If he kept to the shadows perhaps he could sneak out without getting spotted. However, there was one issue. Regardless of where he went, the licks of flame were never far behind, weaving and turning with him. Yet they did not attack, instead following with what could almost be called curiosity.
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Royal Taorito Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Dec 06, 2017 4:34 pm
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Posted: Thu Dec 07, 2017 6:55 am
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_______________The Narrator Whispers... ||
The orbs of flame actually recoiled at the weapon directed towards them, seeming to quiver with fear. They danced around each other for a moment before moving away from Ansem quickly, disappearing from view behind the object in which he hid. Not a moment later, he would hear movement, shambling from somewhere nearby. How had the zombie-like creature caught up with him so quickly? If that was in fact what the noise belonged to. Light lit up the small courtyard where the sound came from, and should Ansem take a peek, he's find that one of the small flames had been thrown into a brazier, lighting it ablaze and giving the otherwise cold area a warm but dangerous light. Dangerous because, while the shadows were deeper, there were now fewer of them to hide in. The monster lumbered around the courtyard, clearly knowing that its prey was somewhere nearby, but unsure of where.
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Royal Taorito Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Dec 07, 2017 4:29 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 08, 2017 7:46 pm
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_______________The Narrator Whispers... ||
tab You can hear it now, stomping around somewhere nearby. The chunk of steel on stone, the slight tremble of the stone beneath your feet, followed by the dragging and screeching as metal twisted against itself in gruesome ways to accommodate the movements. It is all close by, growling steadily louder, as the light from the fire grew larger from more of the strange wisps appeared over the brazier. There came no other sound to your ears but the howl of the wind high above, whistling through rafters and other small crevices to search for a way out. And so here you stand, listening, as the thing grows closer, few paths open to you. tab Until, of course, you threw the heart. tab A hollow roar resounds from nearby, a cry that rattles the bones and causes the fire to flicker in fright. You hear it's movements increase, the screeching becoming louder along with the hurried pace of its footsteps. It would seem that the predator had found its prey. What will you do, then?
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Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2017 4:48 pm
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I Don't Care About Motives.
This New World Cannot Show Me Adversity...
My boy are you a hunter or are you prey? That was a rhetorical question, my boy! You still haven't discovered what you are in life! Oh? You think you're a predator? How interesting and what makes you a predator, my boy? You think just because you have killed you are a predator? My boy how wrong you are hoho! I will teach you. There is always a bigger fish in the sea watching you swim. But do not worry. I will teach you how to overcome it and become the perfect hunter.
As Ansem stood his ground in the now vibrant corridors of the encampment memories played in his mind taunting him. He was a man who never looked back only forward. He was a man of conviction and all of his teachings were a part of him. They didn't need remembering. Yet there he was being assaulted by his eventful past. His mentors haunting him. The wild roar of the monster would reach Ansem's novice ears cutting off his memories and returning him to the present where he was prey. The heart spoke although it wouldn't whisper much, it would say, "The creature has a haunt, a set path it must walk, and you've disturbed the daily grind. While it would give you thanks, that thanks may or may not come in the shape of a sword in the gut." Ansem looked down at the heart in his right hand before tucking it away in his backpack.
Ansem knew the heart spoke the truth even if it pained him to admit it. It didn't give him any information he wasn't already aware of, however. The creature was the first challenge, Ansem faced the minute he awoke in his new world. It's screeching was growing closer and closer by the second. It was also much faster. Going through his things quickly, Ansem found two sticks. The moment his fingers wrapped around them instructions flooded through his mind. "Oh..." He mumbled before looking towards the direction the monster was approaching from. The moment it got within range, Ansem would throw the stick like a spear at the monster. The moment it pierced, if it pierced at all, Ansem would activate its power and cause it to become heavier.
I've Lost All That I Care For Already.
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Posted: Thu Dec 14, 2017 6:34 pm
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_______________The Narrator Whispers... ||
tab The sticks flew true, expertly thrown, yet they stuck to the armor instead of piercing. The clang at the impact is rather odd, and is normally unwarranted, yet the creature stops at their kiss and stares down at them with a strange aggression. It moves forward, or rather, it tries, for the sticks fail to move as it tries to rush past. It growls, the tone dangerous, enough to raise hackles on your neck as instincts tell you this thing is furious. The creatures from before, the little wisps, cause the light level to rise in the area as more gather, now totaling some twelve or more. They float on the cold air, defying laws of flight, and swirl around the opening in which you stand. A soft, tinkling noise comes from beside you, a voice made of warmth and light. 'Run!' tab tab
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Royal Taorito Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2017 10:56 am
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