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| Topic Started: Jul 21 2008, 12:40 AM (149 Views) | |
| Root | Jul 21 2008, 12:40 AM Post #1 |
The Speaker for the Dead
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 *Note to those who are interested in this: This RP is also a backstory for one of my more, underused characters, Geddon. Very well....continue reading. There is a forest somewhere much further south of the land of Etherstorm. It's a bountiful forest with lots of fruit-bearing trees and many villages scattered throughout. The name of this forest....is Sun's End Woods, and it has a dark story to tell. A few years back, when Nyarn and Windsor were traveling together to get to Etherstorm to discover their heritage and hidden knowledge of subjects long lost, they passed through this town and met a man. The Magistrate of the town, a man by the name of Baron Benjamin Geddon. He had heard of the place called Etherstorm...grew up there, as a matter of fact. The two brothers were very interested in the Magistrate's story, but were in a bit of a hurry to get to the territory. The Magistrate advised them to seek a certain priest out...that he could tell them more about what they were looking for, and Etherstorm as a whole. It was sheer coincidence that Nyarn and Windsor passed through this town, so named Morrowshire. It was also coincidence that the magistrate ended up imprisoned later on in his life along with them. Alas...though, that is another story, for another time. Here, in Morrowshire, events were beginning to have a dark twist to them. Murders happening in town more often....and screams, blood-chilling screams echoing from the foreboding and forbidding trees of the forest around them. Mostly, it was just rumors. That is...until people began disappearing. Now the Baron begins the worry. Murmurs amongst the townsfolk speak of angry spirits in the forest, dark cloaked men on horseback taking people in the night and butchering them, all the horrors you can imagine. He tries to keep it together...and so, he sends for help from the other villages. Help never arrives...and the messengers never return. In a sort of dazed panic, Mr. Geddon forms the Dusk Watch, the town's official militia, of which he is head commander of. The Dusk Watch is bent on protecting the town using whatever means necessary from whatever it is out there. For a while, things go successfully. The screams from the forest seem to cease, the murder numbers seem to dwindle, and the Dusk Watch has a grip on things. However...then, a cold, dark feeling begins to creep up the Baron's spine. A feeling of, paranoia perhaps? He's feeling...watched, sometimes. As if, there is distension amongst his ranks. Mutiny? Or something worse? A conspiracy? No one knows... Also, in this case, the question must be asked: Who watches the Watchmen? The Magistrate remains as vigilant as ever. He tells his men to keep a close watch on each other, and to stick together to protect the town on the edge of Sun's End Forest. The feeling of paranoia and distrust begins to antagonize and creep up on the Magistrate though. He knows he must keep it together, and that sooner or later...whatever is out there, it'll find them. It'll find them, whether he wants it to or not. The question is...will they be ready? ======== Official RP Stuff: Other Members may join this RP, either as their own characters or characters inside the RP itself - as in townsfolk (Preferably with names), Dusk Watchmen, etc. I'm going to portray the role of Baron Benjamin Geddon... If it wasn't clear enough, no, no one in this RP may use Nyarn or Windsor. They had left town already, and didn't come back. There is not much combat going to be involved here, at least the idea is to keep it more plot-oriented as opposed to combat-oriented. There will still be some combat, but that's not this RP's focus! As far as limitations go...there really are none. Not that I suggest any of the following, but you can act like it's a normal town, try to murder people, but remember where you are. Don't be a grieving type of person - don't TRY to make a pain out of yourself...if you do, I have no problem removing you. Board rules, and all that still apply here. It's pretty much free as far as actions go. Have fun with it! Character Listing: Root: Baron Benjamin Geddon - Magistrate of Morrowshire / Head of Dusk Watchmen ================== First post going here: September the 3rd (Year Unkown) Baron Benjamin Geddon's Journal Today was another chilling day on the watch. Every day now, it becomes more and more foreboding out there...and the paranoia! It feels as though somebody is always watching me....but I'm not sure who. Ha! Look at me ramble on like this, I must sound insane. No...I still have my sanity though. I'm not sure what keeps me anchored to it, but whatever it is, I'm very glad I have it. Haywood gave me quite a scare today. He began talking about his dreams. They seem to have gotten just as dark as the orchard has of recent. He said that he dreamed that there were men in the forest with swords. Dark men, who would come in the night and slit the throats of the sleeping townspeople, leaving them to drown in their own blood until discovered in morning. It was disgusting...and creepy at the same time. He also feels a bit paranoid too, for he felt that strongly in his dream. He felt as if he was being observed...every action and move he made, taken note of, for something. It's as if the man read my mind! My shift ended early tonight. Mr. Achtun covered for me, said I look tired. If only he knew! My dreams - my nightmares have kept me up several nights now. They're all similar - me, in my office doing another day's work only to hear the screams coming from the orchard...and that eating feeling of paranoia constantly on me. The fear that any minute, a crazed fiend would leap into my chamber with a bloody knife and try to cut my throat! Ah...well, maybe this night will be better. Maybe the nightmares will finally end and I get a peaceful nights sleep. Tomorrow is a new day...after all. ~Benjamin Geddon The Magistrate put down his writing utensil, and closed his journal and sighed. He really was tired...and he supposed that he had no choice but to go to bed, hoping he'd live to see tomorrow. But why wouldn't he? After all, there was nothing really in the forest... And so, the Magistrate blew out the candle adorning his desk and lighting his journal and went to his bed, and drifted out to sleep.... Edited by Root, Jul 21 2008, 12:44 AM.
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Does being the only sane one make me the insane one, in a sort of way? Though my eyes could see, I was still a blind man; Though my mind could think, I still was a madman... "Yes there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run...there's still time to change the road you're on" | |
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| Root | Aug 12 2008, 09:53 AM Post #2 |
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The Speaker for the Dead
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September the 5th Baron Benjamin Geddon's Journal ' Today the entire guard was on edge. He kept hearing blood-curdling howls from the orchard. They were demonic howls, I'm not even sure what could cause such things. Naturally, nothing happened to Morrowshire. It's as if that presence - whatever it is - is getting closer and it's taking its time getting here. It feels like forever waiting for dawn to get here. There's this feeling I get when I look towards the orchard. I look into it's lush embrace and my spirit cries out in sorrow, for some respite. It's as if I'm sympathizing with the life. In my own mind I think I've seen things in the orchard, and I hear voices...but they are the voices of those who stand looking at the same spectacle. Yet still, we devote ourselves to this path leading to who-knows-what. Chaos? Destruction? Tranquility? Even I don't know at this point. It's not too late to change...but I'm quite certain that we won't. Even when the shadows in our souls come out to wreak havoc, we look to the white light in hope that it will bring us some sort of comfort and salvation. It may be pathetic, but it's also the only type of hope we've got. Sometimes mastering the doubts of the mind is better than mastering any blade, for it can help you more than a sharp blade. ' ~Benjamin Geddon The baron put down his quill again, satisfied (at least as satisfied as he was going to get) with his newest journal entry. He sighed and became lost in his thoughts for while (which was only about five to ten minutes). He was thinking about what he was going to do again. Surely he could abandon the town if need be, but to what purpose? Whatever was out there, would surely just follow them wherever they went. Whatever the force was, it was quite relentless. Right as the magistrate was about to blow out the candle for the night, a violent series of knocks came out the door. His sword next to his chair in a sheath, his first instinct was to grab it. With the sword clutched in his hand under the table, he debated to go to open the door... Edited by Root, Aug 12 2008, 10:48 AM.
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Does being the only sane one make me the insane one, in a sort of way? Though my eyes could see, I was still a blind man; Though my mind could think, I still was a madman... "Yes there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run...there's still time to change the road you're on" | |
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| Root | Aug 16 2008, 11:58 PM Post #3 |
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The Speaker for the Dead
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Night of September the 5th Baron Benjamin Geddon's Chamber With a dry throat the Magistrate began to open his mouth. He swallowed first, a little crack of pain shot down his parched throat and he considered just remaining quiet. Another few knocks on the door and with a loud voice that showed no evident fear, he announced: "Enter" The door clicked and a pale, gaunt man walked and shut the door behind him with a 'click'. Relived the Magistrate let go of his sword, and let it fall to his side again in respite. "You near gave me a hard attack, Mr. Achtun. What were those violent knocks on the door for?" questioned the Magistrate to the lieutenant that stood before him The watchmen looked down and sighed heavily. "Please forgive me, sir but I felt the need was urgent. There was a fight on the eastern-most watch post. I don't have any idea who was involved, I'm not sure who was on duty there tonight but I was told to inform you. Please come quickly, I don't have a good feeling about this, and whatever is out there may decide to strike at us while we are distracted." The Magistrate let loose a grimace. Fighting amongst his own ranks was never tolerated and every single one of his men knew that. What could there be a fight about anyway? "Very well, let us go see. I really don't feel like giving a lecture on behaving ourselves in such times" Gathering his sword and coat he and the lieutenant of the Dusk Watch left the Baron's quarters. The Baron locked the door behind him with his old-fashioned iron key, and the two set off to the eastern end of the town. From the Town Hall they could see the lights of the watch-tower flickering in the twilight, like a beacon of light shining towards heaven.. |
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Does being the only sane one make me the insane one, in a sort of way? Though my eyes could see, I was still a blind man; Though my mind could think, I still was a madman... "Yes there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run...there's still time to change the road you're on" | |
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| Sean | Aug 23 2008, 12:07 PM Post #4 |
The ⑥of Four Against Nature
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Night of September the 5th: Point of View: SFX SFX had no idea what he was getting into as he walked into the town. He was only passing by on his way elsewhere. Just a simple path, he thought to himself. Just passing through town quickly, maybe spending a few minutes to look around. That was all. SFX had no idea of the rumors following this town. He didn't spend much time socializing, so nobody told him about it. Nor did he really care much about reading the news. He was completely in the dark. "It feels so...lifeless here." SFX said to himself, mostly to have some sound around him as he walked by the town. It didn't take long before he noticed something. He noticed two men heading towards the east. SFX became curious. It seemed like they were rushing towards something. 'Hmm...If I were to follow, I'd be going out of the way.' SFX thought to himself. He was debating as to if he should head on or follow the two. After a quick debate with himself, he decided to follow, keeping a safe distance so that he wouldn't be noticed. |
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| Root | Sep 4 2008, 10:23 PM Post #5 |
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The Speaker for the Dead
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Night of September the 5th The Baron and the Lieutenant took haste in arriving at the eastern end of town, where there was a small crowd around a man on the ground. The Baron pushed his way through the crowd to get a look, to discover that the fallen Watcher was Sergeant Haywood. Just the other day, the man was coming to him, talking about his disturbing dreams. Who could have provoked such a rage out of the man? He of all people would've never reacted violently to any situation as long as he was on duty... "What happened here? Is he dead?" the Baron asked the onlookers, not sure if he wanted to know the answer or not. "No, sir. I'm pretty sure he's just unconscious" replied a tall, thin man the magistrate recognized as Watcher Backet. "We're not sure what happened, we were in the Eastern Barracks when we heard noises coming from the tower. That was when Haywood fell out of the tower. We thought there was foul play - another Watcher, perhaps, but there was no one else up there" "This isn't good news you know, yes?" asked the Baron, his face in a grimace. "Of course I know this. The question is, can I do anything?" the Watcher shot back. "Even I don't know that. However, I do ask you to take over Mr. Haywood's shift for the rest of the night. Everyone else, please return to your homes. I want two extra Watchers on each of the towers tonight. And, ah, Mr. Achtun? Please carry the Sergeant to the infirmary." the Baron began directing orders to the crowd. "Sir, and what are you going to do?" questioned the Watcher as he prepared himself to guard the Eastern tower. With a smile, the Baron replied: "Why, I'm going to go find out what caused Sergeant Haywood harm. I'm going to find out what and why." With a worried look on his face, the Watcher began to protest that the Magistrate not go out alone, and he was interrupted by the latter. "I can handle myself, Watcher. Don't worry, I'll be fine, and I won't be going far. After all, what are you going to do? Stop me? I don't think so," the Baron said pleasantly before drawing his sword and promptly walking through the Eastern Bulwark Gate. ========= The Baron had no idea what he was looking for. However, he thought he saw a flicker of...light, maybe? in the nearby mill. He wanted to go find whatever it was that infiltrated the town. He slowly made his way up the front yard of the mill, quite overgrown with grass and weeds. He crept slowly up to the mill door and shook the handle. "Locked," he murmured to himself. He tried his keys, but to no avail. The lock on the door was too old and rusted for the key he thought was the correct one to work. Breaking down the door seemed most plausible - it seemed pretty worn so it wouldn't be too much a hassle. The Baron laid down his sword next to the path so he didn't risk impaling himself. As he backed up from the door, there was a sudden surge of light. He looked at the door, and suddenly there was a loud crack and a flash of red light. Before he knew what was happening, the Baron flew several yards backwards and crashed head-first into a tree. There was a loud growling, followed by a roar. The Baron tried opening his eyes, but they felt swollen and they burned badly. His shirt was now all torn and seared as if he just escaped a burning building. The blast sent him into a state of convulsions. He now lay in the grass, having a few spasms every thirty seconds or so. Whatever it was in the mill had left him there and escaped back into the forest. He knew it was dangerous to go alone (Author Note: lolz, I went there) and he was reckless. The only solace he took was the fact that there were no more casualties. Still, he didn't want to die here in the orchard, alone with no one but the monsters in the forest. Time passed. Still no one - neither friend nor foe - came to retrieve him. The convulsions began to cease - a few twitches every few minutes. He didn't want to try getting up for fear that his legs were damaged as well. In fact, he hadn't noticed it this entire time, but he couldn't feel them anymore. Now, his focus were his chest and eyes, both which burned as if he had been stabbed with a fire poker from hell. Despite the burning agony he felt, he could not keep himself awake any longer, his body was wasted and tired, and he soon fell unconscious. ========================== Morning September the 6th ????? The Baron woke up to the same burning agony that was torturing him earlier on albeit this time it wasn't nearly as strong. Sitting up from where he was and opening his eyes (which still burned), all he could see was darkness, and he wondered what time it was. It was only then that he realized that there was a cloth covering his eyes thus causing the darkness. He felt his chest, where the searing feeling in his gut was coming from, to discover that his shirt was taken off of him. Right at the spot where the burning sensation was the strongest, there was a patch of cloth similar to that over his eyes. (Am I in town again? If so, how did I get here? Who brought me here?!) he wondered to himself. There was a noise nearby and his entire body tensed to it. "W-who's there? Identify yourself!" he shouted out. He gripped his chest right where the patch was as he awaited his reply... |
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Does being the only sane one make me the insane one, in a sort of way? Though my eyes could see, I was still a blind man; Though my mind could think, I still was a madman... "Yes there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run...there's still time to change the road you're on" | |
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| Root | Sep 20 2008, 10:04 PM Post #6 |
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The Speaker for the Dead
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September the 6th ??? The hospitalized Magistrate gripped in chest as he awaited an answer - perhaps another noise, if not a voice? He received no such thing, and let go of his chest. Sighing he propped his head up on the pillow provided for him, debating whether or not to take off the bandages he was wearing. "All in good time" hissed a whisper from his side. The magistrate nearly jumped out of his bed onto the floor as his head whipped around in the direction of the voice despite the fact that he still could not see. "What do you mean?" he demanded. "Do not remove your bandages. They will be removed in good time." The voice said, and softly the click of shoes against the floor let the magistrate infer that the voice was pacing. "Who are you?" asked the Baron, debating on whether or not he actually wanted a response to that question. "What do you want with me, anyway?" "My identity is not important now. You wouldn't be able to distinguish a visual anyway, for your eyes of not adjusted back to their normal state. You're quite a mess, Benjamin Geddon. I'm here as a messenger, you could say. I'm here to tell you what exactly happened to you last night." the voice explained with no sort of hint that he was lying in his voice. "How do you know what happened to me? Who sent you to do this?" the Baron asked, again not expecting an answer. "You will find out on your own eventually. You went through a certain transformation last night, shall we say. One that caused your body to be thrashed around and burned, and your eyes scarred by light to the point of temporary blindness. You may have noticed that there is a bandage over your chest...that I will tell you is covering a mark. See for yourself, whenever you can. This marks you as the next Seeker. The seventh, in fact thus far..." "Seeker? What do you mean, seeker?" questioned the Baron. All of this seemed like a fairy tale to him told by a crazed loon. "Indeed, a Seeker. Your purpose...well, I can't say much about that. You will find out on your own very soon, I promise you. You will know what it is you must do soon enough - if not already. Remember all that I have told you here, Heartborne....remember," said the voice, and then it was quiet. "I think you're a loon. Now, I'm going to have to ask you to leave my room so that I can rest," asked the Baron politely, again thinking that it didn't matter what he said, the voice would do what it wanted. Either way, he was thoroughly confused at this point - a Seeker? Heartborne? What did all of this mean? Considering that he had only been hospitalized for a matter of hours, the voice knew an awful lot about what happened to him, even if it was vague. The voice did not speak again and so the Baron thought it had left him alone. The burning in his chest had subsided to a mere spark at times that did not bother him. His eyesight on the other hand was still pitch black but at least it didn't feel like someone lit him on fire yet again. It was now that the Baron undid his bandage around his eyes, keeping them closed but glad that his face finally had some air. Tentatively, he opened his eyes and he was met with a slight burning feeling and a blurred vision of all dark colors. He could not make out where he was, let alone the time of day or anything else. So he turned over, and fell asleep again hoping he could see when he woke up. Some time later, the Baron indeed did wake up. Indeed, he could also see...but it wasn't anything like before. All he could see was darkness - not the color Black, but the shadows of everything. It was if all bright colors of the spectrum were removed, and he could no longer see them. That was when the voice came back - a figure sitting in a chair in the corner of the room that he could barely make out. "Ahh, so you can finally see again. Well, do you like your new 'gift'?" it asked, chuckling a bit. It sighed and tried to elaborate, sensing the Baron's discomfort. "You have the Seeker's vision, a view of the darkness of the surroundings around you. All the evil of this world is now what you see around you. Run from it as all you like, this is what you will see until dawn. That's right...this will only come to you at night, if at all." The Baron was dumbstruck. Was he to believe after that ordeal last night, that his eyes were so badly damaged that he can only see darkened colors?! "But...why me? Why can I do this? None of this makes sense! "It doesn't have to. This is your gift...and your curse. I know what is coming to this town of yours. This will help you fight it. You need to make it work for you, otherwise..." the voice trailed off. The Baron feared he already knew the answer, and he didn't like it. He was already paranoid enough, he did not need to be able see the shadows of people's souls. "So wonderful...I can see the shadow's in people's souls and the shadows of this world. Now, pray tell what do I DO about it?" the Baron inquired with his new-found acquaintance. "You need to discover that for yourself. You are a Seeker now though. That mark on your body will give you certain...skills, let us say. You will be able to do things you never did before. Use your energy wisely, Heartborne. Why you were given this curse...whatever you want to call it, is not clear. Perhaps it is because of the distress Morrowshire is in? Only you know the true answer, and you will find it eventually. Now, get up Benjamin...get up, and fight." "My...injuries though. I can barely walk!" the Baron protested. "You're fine. Get up, and get out there. Prove that mark upon your chest is not just a fancy piece of artwork. Prove you are willing to risk your life to the cause of your people, and then, only THEN will you be a true hero..." the voice echoed, and the figure seemed to dissapate. "Wha..." the Baron began to question and protest again, and figured it was a lost cause. "So...now I'm supposed to fight whatever is out there. I...knew this day would come eventually" the Baron said aloud to himself and swallowed. Right now, there was nothing but dark colors mixed around in the room. Nothing terrifying, so maybe this wouldn't be so bad? However, he had a bad feeling about this whole ordeal in the pit of his stomach... |
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Does being the only sane one make me the insane one, in a sort of way? Though my eyes could see, I was still a blind man; Though my mind could think, I still was a madman... "Yes there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run...there's still time to change the road you're on" | |
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| Root | Sep 26 2008, 10:40 PM Post #7 |
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The Speaker for the Dead
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September the 6th ??? The Baron, regaining the strength back in his limbs walked slowly towards the door. He could make out the shapes of things within the darkness, and supposed that it would take some getting used to the vision of shadows. As he reached for the doorknob, upon connection to it, a strange sensation ran up his arm into his skull, and caused him to pass out again. ======= The Magistrate was displaced in a vision in which he felt vaguely familiar in. He thought that he had been in this setting before, but everything was clearly alien to him. It was an odd sort of feeling, but it was soon replaced with an irrational fear and nervousness that surrounded him like ice chilling him to the bone. A figure mounted upon a strange object moved forward upon the scene. His skin was a deathly pale - gray, nearly white, and his eyes black and empty. There was a strange aura emanating from the creature's face of a burning shadow. He was hunched over on the mount, and he slowly rose up as if trying to sense something. He cloaked himself from head to toe, so that the dark aura now masked his face almost completely. Drawing two blades from the sheathes mounted on his back and struck them into the tree, watching as a deathly blight leaked out from the cut that they made. He chuckled as he watched the tree slowly become diseased, corrupted. His mount lifted itself up upon its hind legs, and it became clear that the mount was some sort horse, with a similar aura to that of its master. "I will defile this land...and make it my own. The shadows will rule once again," the figure murmured seemingly to no one. "And the foolish beings who thought that they could escape us will be slaughtered in the name of my liege..." With that disturbing vow, the figure laughed almost tentatively. It turned into a cackle that echoed throughout the forest, but heard by no one. Except, one person had heard it, even though he was no where near the figure. That person was the Seeker, Baron Benjamin Geddon. He had a vision of this entire spectacle of the rider and the blight that he brought with him. The question now was, what kind of sense will be made out of it? Or will he just go insane? Only time will tell. ======== Some minutes later, the Magistrate woke up from his trance. He was boggled, and seemed quite afraid of something. He had...seen something just then, as he touched the door knob to get out of the room. It seemed so familiar - everything - the setting, the voice, the figure even. Slowly he tried to ease out of bed again, but realized that he was again too weak to get up. So, the Baron went back to sleep again, hoping that he wouldn't see another vision... |
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Does being the only sane one make me the insane one, in a sort of way? Though my eyes could see, I was still a blind man; Though my mind could think, I still was a madman... "Yes there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run...there's still time to change the road you're on" | |
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| Sean | Sep 28 2008, 08:51 AM Post #8 |
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September the 6th SFX's point of view. The armored Hedgehog struggled up to his feet, waking up from his unconscious state. "Bugger it all..." SFX grumbled, standing on his feet. He looked at the sky. Morning. "Damn it all!" SFX yelled, throwing a few more curses around, before relaxing and sitting down on the grassy area around him. "Well, so much for making it to the party...." He surveyed the area around him...it was a grassy field, but something was wrong about it. Some patches were scorched. A fire? SFX didn't know. He noticed a note nearby, and reached out to pick it up. It was addressed to him. 'It's okay that you missed it. Do what you have to do.' It wasn't signed, but SFX knew. There was only one person he knew there that would tell him to go out and be a hero. He chuckled and stood back up and looked around. He didn't know what knocked him out, nor did he know how he wound up here exactly. He knew one thing though. Something was going on around here. Something strange. SFX began to return to the town's area and started asking questions. People didn't know much either. He grew frustrated, and then thought back to last night. He saw two figures and followed them. He decided to ask again, this time giving a description of the two people he saw. "Oh, yes!" One of the townspeople replied. "You must be talking about the lieutenant of the Dusk Watch, and Baron Geddon!" "Hmm..." SFX pondered, wondering whom he should speak to. He came to a decision. "Where can I find this...Geddon?" (Yes, the party and the person who saved SFX is....somewhat up to reader interpretation, since I do have an answer, I'm just not giving it out  )
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| Root | Oct 1 2008, 09:32 PM Post #9 |
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The Speaker for the Dead
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For what he hoped was the last time, the Baron woke up in the same dreary place. He moaned as he slipped out of bed and his eyes adjusted to his surroundings. He still had the strange shadow-vision darkening his perspective of everything around him, but he didn't care. He made for the door again, hoping he didn't collapse like he did before. It didn't. (For once,) he thought to himself, (things go my way) and he opened the door. What he saw, he certainly was not ready for. It was as if all the light in the world had been stripped, and the only illuminated things were the brighter colors of the spectrum, and even those had dark tints. Even though his vision had changed, however, he still had a strong sense of direction. He thought he knew where he was in relation to his beloved hometown, and tried going south to where he thought it was. He walked slowly on the path, observing the dark wonder around him and wondering what his own body looked like to onlookers. He looked towards the horizon in an attempt to maybe get a good guess on how much longer until dawn. All he saw was a black sky around him, swirling around and around in a sort of spiral - like an ominous sign, neither good nor bad, but disturbing. It was now, as he was wondering about the sky that he heard a noise in the trees to his left. The Baron stopped and looked, trying to distinguish objects from other objects. It was after a few seconds that he realized what it was that had caused him alarm. A deer was standing about twenty yards off, but there was something distorted about it. He glanced at it and could see a dark object pulsating in its body. There were shallow waves coming off of its body and disappearing into nothing. Upon an even closer inspection he could see tiny threads of movement within the deer's entire body. "This is truly peculiar," the magistrate murmured to himself. "It would appear that I can see some sort of energy coming off living beings, and their inner workings, like some sort of...X-ray. I wonder how this will help me..." Among his thoughts, deep in the back of his mind, the one thing that disturbed him the most - and something he feared, for one reason or another - was the "heart". It was completely black, and looked distorted as it contracted. He tried putting it out of his mind to the best of his ability. The Baron walked on the path, moving away from the shadowed deer. As it turned out, minutes later he was walking by the mill where he had his accident the other night. He glanced towards it, and noticed that the door was nearly torn off completely, a black outline around the frame as if it exploded. For all he knew, it had. He continued walking towards Morrowshire, wondering what he would find... |
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Does being the only sane one make me the insane one, in a sort of way? Though my eyes could see, I was still a blind man; Though my mind could think, I still was a madman... "Yes there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run...there's still time to change the road you're on" | |
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| Sean | Oct 19 2008, 10:15 AM Post #10 |
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SFX was running through Morrowshire, trying to find the Magistrate's house. It probably would have helped if he actually asked WHERE specifically his house was. "I am such a he kept running and eventually bumped into a Gentleman, being knocked over. "Oww...!" SFX groaned as he stood up. "I'm sorry, but I'm in a hur...ry?" SFX actually looked at who he bumped into. He was noticeably injured...but he was still recognizable. "Long live the Queen! Are you by any chance...Baron Geddon?" Edited by Root, Oct 19 2008, 10:21 AM.
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