Fat Boy Kyle

Under the Red Sun

Honoria

When the nervous barman finally finished in the basement Honoria let go of Colubra’s reigns and found herself looking back through her own eyes. The Inn was still dark and clustered as it had been moments ago, and the tasteless bread still sat half-eaten on the small wonky wooden table in front of her. She had half expected someone to approach her while she was vulnerable, but knew that if anyone was silly enough to touch her that she would snap out of her link and that her trusty companion would no doubt quickly come to her aid. And if there’s one thing you don’t want to do, it’s piss off a giant shadow-snake. “Bjorn!” exclaimed one of the girls from the nearby table. ‘Still making lots of noise then’ thought Honoria as she looked towards the group again. There was a large Orc with them now and he seemed to be holding one of the human men in the air… which tugged the edge of her lips upwards. Honoria listened in intrigued, hoping that the newcomer would crush the little annoying man but was left feeling disappointed when he instead dropped him and proceeded to hug the girl. ‘What a let-down.’ “No, but there is something rotten in Tithe. I’ve come up north to investigate a dangerous group of men known as the Red Legion. It is said that they fight with weapons more powerful than any others in Tithe, and have vowed to burn all magic to the ground.” Red Legion. Burn all magic to the ground. The words stuck in Honoria’s head and her traumatic memories viciously resurfaced, throwing off her concentration. She could feel the burning chains around her, she could smell the gunpowder, taste the blood, hear the laughter… and see Young Bark being burnt to the ground. She violently shook her head and wiped the tears from her eyes, but looked up to find that the group had left the inn. “Fuck!” she hissed, before jumping from her chair and chasing them out of the building. She barged an unfortunate patron onto the ground as she sprinted across the room, and found herself blinded as she escaped the dark tavern and was hit in the face by the now unfamiliar light of day. “Argh!” she moaned, covering her eyes with her hands. “Where’s the Orc! Tell me of the Legion!” she demanded, unable to yet see the scene she’d walked into (let alone the Dragon).

Kuruk

@Leonerdo

Despite the farmers pleas, Kuruk continued to harass the innocent cow and was getting more excited by the second. He seemed to notice a few people showing signs of disgust (and in some strange cases, intrigue) but it only served to amuse him further. ‘They must see how powerful I am. They admire me’ he thought to himself, rather deluded. He would have turned the strange spectacle into something much more disgusting then and there were it not for the sudden interruption. “Hey!” came a shout from a nearby knight. Kuruk turned to him and scoffed, seeing that the man looked a bit nervous. “What seems to be the problem here?” interjected another voice from his flank before he could respond. Kuruk turned again to see another couple of knights approaching, both of which looked a bit more confident than the first. He could tell instantly which of them was in charge – it had to be the strong looking one in the fancy shining armour. It was a standard of armour that Kuruk could only dream of acquiring, thanks to the prejudice and high costs of making custom centaur armour. “He's having his way with my Daisy! Get him to stop! T-this... this isn't right!” begged the little elf man again, which seemed to prompt the knights to move closer. Kuruk noticed this and suddenly felt his heart beat begin to speed up. He didn’t like being cornered. “Sir?” said the knight in the big fancy armour. “If this is indeed the case, then I cannot permit you to continue this behavior. If you back away from... Daisy, now, there won't be any issues. I'm sure you'll find plenty of undomesticated cows out in the countryside.” The knights edged ever closer as they said this, oblivious to the effect it might have on the short-fused beast. Kuruk snarled in response and stomped his front hooves heavily on the ground. It was the kind of pathetic act you’d expect to see a kid to do during a tantrum, but when performed by a giant 7ft centaur it was somewhat more intense and threatening. He straightened his back and pumped out his large chest before letting out his booming but coarse voice, “So you say that I can’t fight yet?! Now you’re saying that I can’t fuck either?!” If people nearby weren’t watching the show before then they certainly were now. In fact there seemed to be a small semi-circle of people forming around them, much to the annoyance of many people that were still struggling to fight their way to safer locations. “Perhaps I should get some new armour?!” he barked at Kane with a sinister smile, clearly referring to the shiny shiny. He hadn’t yet reached for the large steal Warhammer slung across his back, but Kuruk was certainly prepared to if the Knights tried to make a move. Meanwhile the elf crept away to the other side of his cow. “L-L-Let’s go Daisy” whispered the elf before frantically trying to pull the cow away, hoping to use the diversion to escape. “Moooooo!” moaned Daisy stubbornly, refusing to move. “Not now Daisy!” he whimpered.

Under the Red Sun

Hey Kyle, I'm working on another character thanks to the most generous Maxx. As soon as he is done, I think I could get him interacting with Kuruk since he is in fact a guard.

@Leonerdo

@Fat Boy Kyle I was thinking my girls could interact with Kuruk too, at the moment they're slightly oblivious to the red army but Adelaide being friendly to Kuruk will demonstrate her ability to have NO preconceptions regarding typically fearsome looking peoples of Tithe.

@Jonnyh447

Coolio, just PM me or whatever with your ideas. I'm pretty shite at replying and stuff though, so be warned!

"...It's not just so you can stuff your fat flabby fricking face with food fucking forever...!" Bartleby whimpered.

@The_written_John

That's some badass alliteration.

Under the Red Sun

Honoria

In one of the inn’s dark recesses sat a quiet woman draped in a long grey hooded robe. The old dirty wool did not make a fancy piece of clothing, but it served well enough to keep her hidden in the room’s dim light. Upon arriving in Nepharie, Honoria had been left feeling vulnerable amongst the open sea of fields; there were no thick forests to hide her trail or to shelter her from the wind. Worse still, the damaged shade came across far more people than she was used to and the men all seemed to stare at her in the same fashion as the Red Legion scum not so long ago. With some reluctance she brought the robe off a travelling merchant and had worn it ever since. “…I have never run that fast in my life!” boomed a voice from a table not too far away, and it was followed by a chorus of laughter. Honoria tiredly rubbed her eyes as she felt the onset of a headache. She was not used to the sheer chaos of noise that emanated from a city, let alone from the nearby group in the dainty tavern. She was struggling to eavesdrop on as many people as she could, desperate to hear to whispers about the Red Legion. In the few days that she had been staying there she had been told a few rumours, but she learned the hard way that asking every soul that came through the door was a waste of time; instead she merely sat alone with open ears. “How can people live like this?” she muttered quietly under her breath as she took a bite of the bread in front of her. Before a couple of days ago she had never eaten the stuff, and she found it to be rather dry and tasteless. She sat perplexed for a moment and wondered if it tasted much different to the small wooden table that it had been sitting on - not that she was willing to find the answer to that question. She could smell the rich aromas of other dishes around the room and she contemplated ordering something else, but knew that their menu lacked dishes with no meat. She was completely vegan, although her belly and nose seemed to want to argue otherwise. “Ey, lady!” called a burly man from a nearby doorway, “Could you, erm, sort ya fella out? I need to change some barrels!” Honoria simply nodded in response before her black smoky eyes became diluted with swirls of red. Colubra, her Shadow-Snake, had been granted lodging in the Tavern’s basement. Whilst the Landlord had been initially against letting a giant snake into the building, they had quickly realised that it was the perfect solution to the giant rat problem. Still, many of the bar staff understandably wouldn’t go near the thing unless Honoria did her little magic trick to control it. “Thanks” said the bartender before making his way down. He grimaced as he entered the dank basement to find more rat entrails strewn over the place, but at least Colubra (whose eyes now also had swirls of red) was curled up in the far off corner. The man didn’t understand how a snake, who supposedly ate most things whole, could somehow be such a disastrously messy eater. Back upstairs, although Honoria was unable to tell, a few new faces walked into the tavern and a few people begun to mutter their anxiety at the presence of a dragon and a giant scorpion.

Kuruk

Dark emotions filled the stone streets of Maceron, its people fleeting around in fear of the coming fight. There was perhaps a singular smile amidst the chaos, and it rested upon Kuruk’s menacing face. “We crush little men!” laughed the giant Centaur as he slapped a nearby guard on the back. The young guard simply crumbled under the brute’s hand which caused him to laugh even louder. “Argh! I fucking love a good fight!” he beamed loud enough for all nearby to hear. Most people simply blocked out the hulk and his exclamations in their attempts at getting to safety, but it he seemed to be frightening the nearby guards. Well, him or impending Red Legion forces. “Why can’t we fight now?!” he shouted at a nearby commander, but the man simply waved Kuruk away. Kuruk began to get impatient and hyper, like a young child on Christmas Eve, and so found himself cantering up and down the busy streets in anticipation. “Come on Daisy, around the big horse man thing” muttered a small old man off to Kuruk’s side. The centaur turned to find a feeble old elven farmer slowly guiding a fat dairy cow. The farmer looked up at the giant to find him giving his precious cow a strange grin. “Erm… can I- er- help you sir?” mumbled the farmer rather nervously. The farmer was short, even for an elf, and he removed his flat cap to show respect. “How much for this pretty little thing?” Kuruk drooled as he lovingly stroked the cow’s face. Daisy seemed oblivious to the situation and let out an offensive gust of wind. “Ooo! That sound’s healthy!” he chuckled, “I bet she’ll be a lot of fun!” The farmer was confused for a moment, but then he realised what a male horse man might want with a female cow. “What? No! She’s not for sale!” cried the farmer, mortified by the situation. “Oh come on! You can have her back afterwards…” Kuruk replied as he slid his hand along the cow to her hide. “No! Leave Daisy alone!” whelped the farmer. “He’s trying to have it off with my cow! Someone help!” he begun to scream when he realised the Centaur was no longer paying him any attention. The street was packed with people, including guards, so surely someone nearby could save the farmer and his poor Daisy.

Under the Red Sun

Honoria's starting in Capital City, and Kuruk in Maceron. I should have a post up shortly, but tbh the quality could be better :S

@Fat Boy Kyle

What do you mean by "quality"?

@Maxx

I'm just struggling with mild writers block. I've got something written but it's short, messy and it hardly conjures up one's imagination. I'll probably hold off posting till after I get some sleep.

Under the Red Sun

Honoria's starting in Capital City, and Kuruk in Maceron. I should have a post up shortly, but tbh the quality could be better :S

Star Wars, SAO and a couple of other thangs!

...or not

Sword Art Online: Second Server

Hailstorm

Fire and smoke filled the streets of Legus, seeping up the tall dark buildings like hell was rising from beneath them. In the dead of night however, the fire was the only light in an otherwise dark and complex maze. Everywhere one looked shadows and silhouettes sprinted along the walls, chasing one and other in a demonic blood bath. Above all the other sounds of chaos, it was the screams that were most clear; they promised the agonising deaths of men, women and children alike. “Lieutenant! What are your orders?” shouted Sgt. Hicks, straining his voice to be heard. Lucius turned to his squad, consisting of twelve remaining officers in full riot gear, who had formed in a protective square around a bunch of survivors. Lucius wiped the sweat from his eyes as he tried to make the on the spot decision. They could not afford to stop, yet they had been constantly redirected in their disastrous attempt at evacuation. “East leads us further into the city! South is blocked! And there’s a fucking Hailstone to the West of us!” Lucius shouted back, wanting to make his reasoning clear. He couldn’t afford for them to start judging his decisions. “North it is then sir!” replied Hicks, giving the signal for the small escort to begin jogging again. The convoy continued down a narrow street that had once housed a string of low-key nightclubs, the crimson and pink lights of which still flickered to give the street an ominous glow. The street itself was filled with corpses, or rather the glistening sludge that remained; it was hard to tell whether the bodies had been partially eaten or merely trampled to death. The escort tried hard not to trip, a task made worse by the ever thickening air. As they continued down the street the gore at their feet got deeper and deeper until it came up to Lucius’ waist. He begun to wade through it but lost his footing, plunging into the putrid pool. He desperately splashed around to regain his footing, but emerged to find his group being tore apart by Lost. They swarmed from the clubs and overwhelmed his friends. He turned and tried to run but something grabbed his ankle. “Coward!” bellowed Hicks, who clung at Lucius. “I’m sorry!” cried Lucius, kicking off his friend. He turned back to run again, but in front of him stood his wife. Charlotte’s skin was mostly ripped off, her golden locks burnt black, and in her arms she carried something wrapped in bloody dripping cloth. Her cold empty eyes locked onto Lucius and she began to scream.

Lucius Fairfax – Gregory

Lucius awoke from the nightmare with a sweat, and would have been gasping for air had he not opened his eyes to find a blade pointed at his neck. His lungs seemed to stop as he struggled to comprehend what was happening. Slowly his ears begun to register nearby sounds and he realised the screaming from his nightmare was emanating from a nearby lady, not his estranged wife. “Hello sleepy head. Have a nice dream?” smiled Vinny, who had already carefully removed Lucius’ weapons. Lucius didn’t answer him, and instead tried to look past the big man. It was clear that the room had very much divided whilst he was asleep. Near the bar the local families were huddled around, whereas the rest of the inn was filled with men like Vinny, who were holding other outsiders in a similar fashion. “What do you want from us?” asked Lucius, unsure of the man’s motives. “Us? Do you mean your fellow slaves here? Or do you mean you and your DERB friends?” he asked, motioning to the shield and the Bluebacks beside it, “It’s rare to see anyone outside DERB with those shields or that many bluebacks. Besides, you’re too fucking clean to be anything but DERB! Should’ve rubbed a few layers of shit over yourself if you wanted to convince anyone otherwise.” Lucius didn’t answer straight away, and instead focussed his thoughts on whether there was any feasible way of disarming his opponent and fighting his way out. There wasn’t. “Well!” Vinny demanded, letting the blade at his throat draw a trickle of blood. “I’m not DERB anymore…” he said, knowing it’d probably make little difference at this point. “No, you’re not. You’re mine now.”

Sanctuary

So, how is everyone? Anyone doing anything cool with their lives atm?

Hailstorm

I still exist btw. I'll try get a post up over the weekend :)