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Souls of Ancient Fantasy; Modern Fantasy
Topic Started: Feb 15 2009, 09:38 PM (979 Views)
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The Redneck, the Cynic, the Nerd, and the Hopeless Romantic

The giant creature seemed almost confused by the weight on it's shoulders and the sudden darkness that seemed to be enveloping it's sight. Yet instead of stopping it's forward movement it seemed to trip over it's own feet. Clawing blindly at it's own head the beast growled it's frustrated anger but it's savage clawing aimed at the man on it's shoulders did nothing to slow it's inevitable descent towards a still mostly stupefied Conner. It's slow fall seemed almost far away to him, as if it was happening to someone else. Yet a lance of fear managed to make it's way to his numb mind through the haze. With a burst of speed granted by fear he managed to get a firm grip on his sword and an attempt to move readied. He simply wasn't fast enough, the creatures fall brought it down on his hastily raised sword, the wait driving the pommel painfully into his shoulder with a series of sickeningly dull cracking noises.

The creature bellowed with the pain of the thing as it fell heavily to the ground. It's blood was so dark a red as to be almost black and it's attempts at removing the human on it's head stopped only so it could attempt to stand. Whatever the creature it was only barely more intelligent than many an animal, and definitely less clever than some.

His mind already in a haze from his fall suddenly seared with pain. Red flashes flared before his eyes at his every attempt to move. Through the haze he realized he could barely breathe, the stench of the creature and it's weight atop of him were suffocating him. Worst of all it wasn't dead, his weapon driven into it's side had only injured it and as it attempted to stand the weapon only drove more painfully into Conner's own shoulder.
Whatever the thing was at that moment Conner was sure it would be the death of him. Before long his thoughts grew too blurred to remember, and he was forced to divert his entire attention to staying awake through the pain and the smell.
Edited by Silvermourn, Mar 31 2009, 11:54 AM.
"I mourn that which may have been but will never be."

"Stupidity is a wound that bleeds forever; Intelligence is a blade that stays forever sharp"

"An armed man will kill and unarmed man with monotonous regularity"

"Nothing adds a little class to a sniper course like a babe in a Ghillie suit."

"You have the rest of your life to solve your problems. How long you live depends on how well you do it."

"Make your attacker advance through a wall of bullets. I may get killed with my own gun, but he's gonna have to beat me to death with it, 'cause it's going to be empty."
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Jo realized as she watched the young man attack the beast just how lucky she was that the weapon she had been given wasn’t too big for her. She could imagine how miserable it would be if she was stuck with some unwieldy, heavy thing to try to fight with. The combination of her lack of training and the disadvantage her sword gave her would lead to her doom, or at least her great embarrassment. As the man climbed up the beast, she couldn’t help but wrinkle her nose slightly. She wouldn’t have touched that disgusting, stingy hair if she had been given a hundred dollars.

The bravery of both men was admirable, she thought, but it didn’t quite seem like enough to fell the creature. Jo felt useless standing around while they were locked in combat. After the beast, blinded by the large man who had climbed up it, fell on top of the other man, Jo decided it was time to take action. Perhaps she wasn’t the toughest, most intimidating person to ever walk the earth. She wasn’t wearing her Rosie the Riveter shirt, either, which always made her feel empowered. Despite these setbacks, Jo was practically high on adrenaline, and in the focused, calm state in which she worked the best.

Jo somehow managed to prevent herself from flinching as the monster managed to break Conner’s shoulder with its weight. For her, that was a major accomplishment. Ordinarily, she would have gone queasy and had to put her head between her knees. She was just that talented (and that wussy, she thought). Inching forward, her knees bent slightly and ready to spring, she planned an attack that would both injure or kill the beast while not ending up injuring or killing her. Darting forward while the creature was still down, she attempted to slash the creature just above the knee, hoping to cripple it, then jumped back. Immediately, she sprang off her toes again to lunge in order to try and slash at the monster’s throat. She had the advantage of speed, but if the creature tried to use its strength against her, she knew full well she was pretty much screwed.
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Billy felt terrible. While he had accomplished his goal of getting the creature to stop, it had had to trip over it's own feet to do it. While that action in itself was not bad, the fact that the fall had landed both the creature and Billy on top of Conner was the terrible part. To make matters worse, the large sword that Conner had been carrying had not only skewred the creature in it's side, but had pierced Billy through the leg as well, effectively pinning Billy to the creature. Billy's mind raced as he tried to think of a way to get the thing to stop squirming. He knew that he was out of time, with both his and the creatures wieght on top of him, Conner was slowly suffocating to death. A flash of silver startled Billy. He then realized, or rather remembered that it just wasn't he and Conner that were fighting this thing. Jo was slashing at the creature by darting in and making a slash, darting away, and then darting back again. Effective attack method for not getting oneself killed, but it was doing little but annoying the creature. Billy had to coax it back to a vertical position, at least to it's knees, and get it and him off of Conner. Billy tried the first thing that came to mind, he yanked up and back on the creatures ears, like a horseman pulls on the reigns to get a horse to raise up on it's hind legs. He hoped this worked. The creature let out a yell that was part anger and part pain. At the same time, Billy rolled to the side that was not skewered with a sword, hoping to shift the creature to it's side, and get it off of Conner. This seemed to be working, at least, it seemed to be, until Billy realized that the creature was continuing onto it's side, and on top of Billy. He locked his arms out and placed his good leg against it's back. He held the creature up, but just barely, the thing had to way 800 pounds. All he could do now was hope someone could help him the same way they had helped Conner, and get this thing off of them. "Well this sucks!"
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"It's better to die on your feet than to live on your knees." - Seneca

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Alric stood transfixed, The beast, that was attacking the other people that he had so narrowly missed hitting with his bus, was only a vague shadow. Before his eyes appeared the vision from the previous night. He heard her words as if from far away. They weren't human words, but part of his brain understood even thought his ears did not recognise the tongue. Before she left, the man on the ground was being crushed by the sheer weight of the creature, but now Alric knew what must be done. He rushed back to the bus, and grabbing the ancient sword hilt he ran back to the vile creature.

While the young girl was slashing at the beast and had it distracted, Alric rushed forward. As he ran, the closer he drew to the creature the carved silver hilt began to hum in his hand as it had before. A searing hot white blade appeared from out of its base just as the girl darted at the beast again. The other man, Billy, yanked the creature off of the man pinned below. The position seemed to be straining him to the utmost. Alric intervened sliding his blade deep into the beasts chest, his left hand arching back toward the fallen man. The life-force of the creature surged through the hilt, channelled through Alric, and flew like lightening from his fingers tips. As the light entered the fallen man he began to rise up from the ground, his body glowing faintly. Healing flowed through his damaged flesh.

Alric never had the chance to worry about whether the creature would hack him to death while he stood there, but slowly the blade lost its glow and Alric slumped to his knees unaware of anything that happened next.

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Through the searing waves of pain Conner realized that the creature was moving away from him. The initial shift of weight shocked him with sudden pain through his broken shoulder and almost dropped sent him to the safety of unconscious sleep, yet as the creature moved away he felt the pressure being lifted from his shoulder and the pain eased to only a strong yet dull ache. Never haven broken a limb or bone before Conner hadn't imagined the pain, and he certainly wasn't cut out for such things, yet as the weight moved he felt himself struggling to stand without moving his arm. For some reason he simply couldn't allow things to go on without doing something.

Yet suddenly through the haze of pain and movement he saw movement and the man with the bus was driving something into the ugly beast that had attacked them. He couldn't understand why the beast reacted as it did, the weapon didn't seem to meet any resistance and as it slid in the beast seemed to jerk suddenly and immediately began pulling away.
More importantly than that he couldn't understand why he reacted the way he did. He could see the power that flashed towards him suddenly and realized that some power was lifting him off the ground. Immediately he struggled to put his feet beneath him, and finding that his shoulder pained him less than he would have thought he stepped onto them as the power faded and the bus driver seemed to drop out of consciousness.

Instantly Conner realized he was unarmed and without a weapon he was clueless as to what to do. The creature staggered away from the man who seemed to have lost whatever weapon he had been wielding somewhere else, and worst of all it didn't seem to be wounded physically in any way. Yet it's movements were obviously slower despite it's sudden screaming rage. Angrily and with a bellow it hurled itself at the nearest target, using it's weight to leap towards the man who had so powerfully grappled with the beast before. Unsure of what to do Conner only watched. Marred by cuts from his sword and apparently someone else the angry beast flailed more than anything else, and for a moment he was struck by the insanity of the situation. Yet he put it to the back of his mind, instead looking around for something he could use as a weapon instead.
"I mourn that which may have been but will never be."

"Stupidity is a wound that bleeds forever; Intelligence is a blade that stays forever sharp"

"An armed man will kill and unarmed man with monotonous regularity"

"Nothing adds a little class to a sniper course like a babe in a Ghillie suit."

"You have the rest of your life to solve your problems. How long you live depends on how well you do it."

"Make your attacker advance through a wall of bullets. I may get killed with my own gun, but he's gonna have to beat me to death with it, 'cause it's going to be empty."
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When the large, monstrous creature first arrived in the clearing, Diana thought it was a joke. It could not possibly be more than a person in costume, she decided, even as a nagging fear in the back of her mind began to grow. Its behavior seemed decidedly inhuman, with its bellowing, and charging at the other girl. She narrowed her eyes, reaching for her bow and arrows uncertainly. Something was not right about this.

As Connor and the big man (Diana couldn’t remember his name for the life of her) attacked the creature, which appeared to be a troll, or something similar to that, she was forced to realize that it really was not human. But by this time, there were too many people crowded around it for her to take the chance of attempting to shoot it. The risk of hitting one of these people - whether they were friends was up for debate - was just too high for her. Aside from that, and despite all that had happened so far, she still worried that maybe, just maybe this was all in her head. Maybe she was just dreaming, and she would wake up to find that she had shot her older brother or something. He had always reminded her of a troll, at least.

Feeling utterly helpless, she watched in dismay as the beast scuffled with the men, eventually falling on top of Connor. She heard a sickening crunch and flinched, realizing that it had probably been the result of the weight of the troll coming down on him. Jo ran up and slashed at the monster, but even her attack seemed to do quite little. Diana watched uncertainly, the feeling of uselessness weighing down on her terribly.

The sudden move of the bus driver surprised her greatly. Where had he gotten that sword from? she wondered, watching in even more confusion as he seemed almost to shock Connor. How strange this all was.

But now, the troll was stumbling away from the others slightly, just enough for Diana to possibly have a chance at shooting it. She hesitated for a moment, considering what to do. Never having shot at anything living before, this was all quite bewildering. Eventually, she aimed for where the troll appeared to be possibly weakest – the neck. Gritting her teeth, she let go of the bowstring, sending an arrow arcing towards the monster.
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The sudden appearance of a white hot blade resembling something like a light saber from a Star Wars movie only inches from his chest startled Billy to the point that he almost dropped the monster on top of him. He wasn't sure what happened next. There was a flash of light like a spark of electricity jumping a gap between wires, and the creature was lifted off of him. Whether the creature was lifted off, or whether it got up and stumbled away by itself Billy didn't really care, the relief of the weight off of his arms was almost as good as, well, something he hadn't had in a while. However, the sharp pain he felt in his leg when he tried to stand up jolted him back to the situation at hand. Billy took a second to assess the his surroundings. The creature was flailing around a few feet from them, appearantly suffering little physical trauma from the wounds they had created. Conner was on his feet again looking slightly bewildered and for something to use as a weapon. A figure that Billy faintly remembered as the bus driver was lieing on the ground unconcious. Billy turned to face the creature again, and put it out of everyones misery. As he began to limp forward, an arrow whizzed above his head and struck the creature square in the throat. A hell of a shot. He hoped that the wielder of the bow was a friend. The ground shuddered slightly as the creature fell to it's knees. Hopeing there weren't any more arrows appearing over head, Billy limped toward the creature again. The creature flailed wildly at Billy, but Billy easily ducked and moved inside the creatures attack. Billy, now standing roughly the same height as the creature, looked it square in it's little red eyes, and smiling, reached up and twisted the creatures head around until he heard the satisfying snap of bone breaking. The creature suddenly went limp, and Billy was knocked backwards at the sudden weight on his wounded leg. Other than that, he was unhurt, and he knew that the others required attention. Taking off his shirt, he neatly tore it into strips. He used the first to bind his own wound. Once that was complete, he moved toward Conner and the unconscious man on the ground.

"Where does it hurt," Billy asked Conner. Billy didn't really have to ask, he could tell by the way his arm that Conner had broken the bones in his shoulder. Billy was surprised at how well he looked after having a 800 pound thing laying on him, and a little bewildered. "This is going to hurt, but try to relax," Billy told Conner. Billy tried not to smile while he placed Conners arm in a sling, and set about looking for material to make a splint. Then he remembered the arrow sticking out of the creatures neck. It was thin, but it would do. He retrieved the arrow, and snapped the thin aluminium shaft in two. He set Conner's broken bones, and then turned to the unconscious man lieing a few feet away.
"It's better to die on your feet than to live on your knees." - Seneca

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((OOC I will delete this later. Connor's injuries were healed by Alric ;) . Though the creature should have been weakened considerably (it should now have been as weak as Conner was when he was injured) by stealing it's life-force to heal Conner, Alric swapped their injuries.))

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Seeing that his wounds had somehow been healed, Billy turned his attention to his own wound. The bleeding had subsided, but the gash was deep and ugly. The skin around the jagged cut had already started to stiffen and turn purple from lack of blood. It would need stitches, and soon. Billy hadn't had time to grab his first aid kit, or anything else, for that matter, before he was wisked away to this place. The bus, Billy thought, it might have one. Billy limped toward the bus. He scrabbled in through the broken front window and began to rummage through the rubble of the broken bus. He found what he was looking for, up front on the right side, mounted above the windshield, just like he remembered from school. He snatched the first aid kit from its mount and dug out the suture material. This was gonna sting a little without anasthetic. Gritting his teeth, Billy began to stitch his wound shut.
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Whatever was going on the lot of them seemed to be confused, as he watched arrows take the creature through the throat, and then the giant of a man who had been fighting the thing all along deliver the final blow he realized he had been next to useless that entire fight. Slightly ashamed at himself for being the only one of them who had not been able to handle his new role he stepped towards his fallen blade, the stupid thing was ridiculously heavy and unbalanced, why he'd decided to mark it as his own he would never know, he'd still been stunned by the situation at the time.

Lifting it up from the ground he placed the point against the ground and attempted to lean on the thing in a typical hero fashion and simply watched in disgust as the blade sank slowly into the dirt. Ripping it out and staring at the dirt stained tip he spat and slipped the thing back through it's place on his jacket, walking towards the fallen bus driver he simply bent over him and put fingers to his throat, after feeling the faint pulse there he stood again to watch the others, nervously toying with a buckle on his jacket. " Looks to me like that that things dead.......Now, does anyone know anything, or have a clue what we should do?"

Conner certainly didn't, not except what the map in the book told him, that there was a location they should move towards, and that it was important. He could feel that, but he didn't know what waited for them there, and he obviously couldn't handle himself if things like this kept up. He'd almost died already, and if he'd learned anything from movies, books, and bad videogames it was that the one who couldn't handle himself usually wound up with something nasty chewing on his bones. He almost laughed at the idea of actually being the fool comparing the real life insanity to the cultured insanity of a videogame but he couldn't help it, it just came naturally.
"I mourn that which may have been but will never be."

"Stupidity is a wound that bleeds forever; Intelligence is a blade that stays forever sharp"

"An armed man will kill and unarmed man with monotonous regularity"

"Nothing adds a little class to a sniper course like a babe in a Ghillie suit."

"You have the rest of your life to solve your problems. How long you live depends on how well you do it."

"Make your attacker advance through a wall of bullets. I may get killed with my own gun, but he's gonna have to beat me to death with it, 'cause it's going to be empty."
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