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This one is great too!
I thought it was my fault , it happened RIGHT after I posted
A person in red approaches the city of Aldarich, well, two actually, one being carried by the first one. The pair were quite a loud, well, the carried one was loud, he was swearing, shouting death threats and even trying to strike deals, but he was quickly shut up when the carrier smacked him across the face with his right hand.
They approached the city quickly at a steady pace, and soon enough it would be only minutes away, the man who, along with his now obvious prisoner, carried eight swords with him, and without a doubt some of them would soon enough taste blood, as six men appeared from both sides of the road, they were brutes and bandits, most of them atleast. Some of them were a bit smaller and relied to long range weaponry from afar, one of them shouts at the man."Alright there you asstard, let the bossman go before we hack, slash, cut and burn your ass to ground!"
The shout has enough impact on the man to stop and glance at the surroundings, counting the six men down and letting out a sigh."I have no intention to do that." He then replies and locks his green eyes to the speaker."You are the second in command, hm? I have no interest in you, so run along, take over the group and go get yourself a name, so I can come and take your head too." He states and takes one step forward, only to stop and sigh again when his path is blocked.
"You let him go NOW, and we will only beat you to blue, a'ight? You do not even know do you? You are laying your hands on the king of these roads, dumbass!" This last comment pulls loud, mocking laughter out of the man, and he drops the addressed bandit down."Oh, that made my day kid." He then kicks the bandit to the side and takes a step back, landing his hands on two hilts of his swords."To be a king, first requires one to be a man. I see neither in this lowlife. 'Cayne the Ladykiller', a woman hating, probably manloving, scum of a person. He wouldn't even have these whole 20 thousand on his head without him, probably by accident, killing off the wife of the high counselor. So, you know, scram, let me be on with my business and.."
He was rudely interrupted by a large thug, who swung his sharplooking axe towards his head, apparently he had enough of the bounty hunter and his arrogant mockery of their great leader or so. Too bad for the bandit, his attack swung past the ducking man."I guess that is a no then." He states as his voice turns cold. His hands grip the two hilts and the nearly invisible runes on his worn armor light up blue, he pulls out a straightsword to his left hand, and a katana to the right one, moving his right foot down a bit and then suddenly kicking his left one, both sending sand and dust in the air, and launching himself into a spin as the bandits attack towards him. Axes and swords rise to strike, but the man and his weapons were clearly faster than the ones bandits were using.
The first bandit falls with his throat slit wide open before he can even blink, while two others blink and try to focus their aim half blind from the sand and dust, the only seeing bandit at close range lifts his sword to parry an incoming attack from the spinning man, but his sword is knocked aside by a heavy strike from his straightsword, and before the bandit has a chance to protect himself again, the sharp, curvy blade cuts his stomach open, and the bounty hunter leaps in the air, just in time to evade the pair of heavy axes from the other thugs, and he lands right on this poor bandit who tries to keep his guts it, knocking him down on his back.
The hunter slashes into thin air, and his blades clean from blood before his slides the weapons back into their scrabbards, only to switch out a broadsword and a scimitar. He turns around and lifts the two blades, catching an incoming blade of an axe between them, he kicks the bandit wielding the axe right below his self esteem and tips him over the firing line of a bandit who just fired his crossbow, right at his comrade's back of the head. The last standing thug curses the bounty hunter, his family and friends and anyone he has ever come in contact with and swings his axe at him, barely missing due him dodging the attack and he slips the broadsword away, pulling out another katana instead. He takes a backstep and evades yet another attack."Every step, every strike, fueled with anger, not with skill. And that is why you die." He states coldly and sidesteps, both dodging another bolt and the axe."You are afraid of the lack of your own might, am I right?" He asks and sprints past the thug, swinging his swords at him and cutting his right flank right open, turning around and jumping on his back, bashing him to ground and slashing his swords to both sides of his neck, swiftly backflipping of and leaving him bleed.
As he lands, he turns to face the bandits with the crossbows, they both are strugling with reloading their weapons with their shaky hands, he simply stares at them, and takes one step onward. Another bandit drops his weapon and turns, running away, while the other one simply falls on his rear and soils himself. The bountyhunter shakes his head and sheathes his blades before cleaning them again with swift strikes in the air. He walks back over to the groaning leader of this group and lifts him onto his shoulder, heading back to the city again, the glow all over him fades away.
He manages to take three steps before he hears a click, and feels an impact on his shoulder as a bolt hits it, shot from a crossbow.He simply turns halfway towards the bandit sitting on the ground and glares at him, he drops the crossbow and begins to shake."Go home kid. Go home, and ask your mother for a cake." He laughs and turns towards the city again, leaving the bandit behind to shake in fear all he wanted.
After that little incident the bounty hunter, Lazarus, finally makes it to the city, of course first of he has to show the face of his prisoner to the guardsmen, both from the living being and the wanted poster he carries along, also he makes a request for one of them to yank the annoying bolt from his shoulder. Finally he gets to continue his journey towards the center of the city, or at least some spot close to the center, as long as there are enough people as crowd there he's fine with it. His eyes glance around a bit and he mumbles to himself."It has been a while..."
They approached the city quickly at a steady pace, and soon enough it would be only minutes away, the man who, along with his now obvious prisoner, carried eight swords with him, and without a doubt some of them would soon enough taste blood, as six men appeared from both sides of the road, they were brutes and bandits, most of them atleast. Some of them were a bit smaller and relied to long range weaponry from afar, one of them shouts at the man."Alright there you asstard, let the bossman go before we hack, slash, cut and burn your ass to ground!"
The shout has enough impact on the man to stop and glance at the surroundings, counting the six men down and letting out a sigh."I have no intention to do that." He then replies and locks his green eyes to the speaker."You are the second in command, hm? I have no interest in you, so run along, take over the group and go get yourself a name, so I can come and take your head too." He states and takes one step forward, only to stop and sigh again when his path is blocked.
"You let him go NOW, and we will only beat you to blue, a'ight? You do not even know do you? You are laying your hands on the king of these roads, dumbass!" This last comment pulls loud, mocking laughter out of the man, and he drops the addressed bandit down."Oh, that made my day kid." He then kicks the bandit to the side and takes a step back, landing his hands on two hilts of his swords."To be a king, first requires one to be a man. I see neither in this lowlife. 'Cayne the Ladykiller', a woman hating, probably manloving, scum of a person. He wouldn't even have these whole 20 thousand on his head without him, probably by accident, killing off the wife of the high counselor. So, you know, scram, let me be on with my business and.."
He was rudely interrupted by a large thug, who swung his sharplooking axe towards his head, apparently he had enough of the bounty hunter and his arrogant mockery of their great leader or so. Too bad for the bandit, his attack swung past the ducking man."I guess that is a no then." He states as his voice turns cold. His hands grip the two hilts and the nearly invisible runes on his worn armor light up blue, he pulls out a straightsword to his left hand, and a katana to the right one, moving his right foot down a bit and then suddenly kicking his left one, both sending sand and dust in the air, and launching himself into a spin as the bandits attack towards him. Axes and swords rise to strike, but the man and his weapons were clearly faster than the ones bandits were using.
The first bandit falls with his throat slit wide open before he can even blink, while two others blink and try to focus their aim half blind from the sand and dust, the only seeing bandit at close range lifts his sword to parry an incoming attack from the spinning man, but his sword is knocked aside by a heavy strike from his straightsword, and before the bandit has a chance to protect himself again, the sharp, curvy blade cuts his stomach open, and the bounty hunter leaps in the air, just in time to evade the pair of heavy axes from the other thugs, and he lands right on this poor bandit who tries to keep his guts it, knocking him down on his back.
The hunter slashes into thin air, and his blades clean from blood before his slides the weapons back into their scrabbards, only to switch out a broadsword and a scimitar. He turns around and lifts the two blades, catching an incoming blade of an axe between them, he kicks the bandit wielding the axe right below his self esteem and tips him over the firing line of a bandit who just fired his crossbow, right at his comrade's back of the head. The last standing thug curses the bounty hunter, his family and friends and anyone he has ever come in contact with and swings his axe at him, barely missing due him dodging the attack and he slips the broadsword away, pulling out another katana instead. He takes a backstep and evades yet another attack."Every step, every strike, fueled with anger, not with skill. And that is why you die." He states coldly and sidesteps, both dodging another bolt and the axe."You are afraid of the lack of your own might, am I right?" He asks and sprints past the thug, swinging his swords at him and cutting his right flank right open, turning around and jumping on his back, bashing him to ground and slashing his swords to both sides of his neck, swiftly backflipping of and leaving him bleed.
As he lands, he turns to face the bandits with the crossbows, they both are strugling with reloading their weapons with their shaky hands, he simply stares at them, and takes one step onward. Another bandit drops his weapon and turns, running away, while the other one simply falls on his rear and soils himself. The bountyhunter shakes his head and sheathes his blades before cleaning them again with swift strikes in the air. He walks back over to the groaning leader of this group and lifts him onto his shoulder, heading back to the city again, the glow all over him fades away.
He manages to take three steps before he hears a click, and feels an impact on his shoulder as a bolt hits it, shot from a crossbow.He simply turns halfway towards the bandit sitting on the ground and glares at him, he drops the crossbow and begins to shake."Go home kid. Go home, and ask your mother for a cake." He laughs and turns towards the city again, leaving the bandit behind to shake in fear all he wanted.
After that little incident the bounty hunter, Lazarus, finally makes it to the city, of course first of he has to show the face of his prisoner to the guardsmen, both from the living being and the wanted poster he carries along, also he makes a request for one of them to yank the annoying bolt from his shoulder. Finally he gets to continue his journey towards the center of the city, or at least some spot close to the center, as long as there are enough people as crowd there he's fine with it. His eyes glance around a bit and he mumbles to himself."It has been a while..."
Oh everyone's planning to post? Well, I guess I should too....well what a coincidence, I just happen to have freshly written post right here...
*spins a bola, throws it through the smoke and right around Kitsune's ankles*
Well his reason of being there is same as why he'd be in anywhere else, wherever you go, there's bound to be someone worth something around and wanted.
As for the group..wel I'll come up with something, how hard can it be?....Rrrrright?
As for the group..wel I'll come up with something, how hard can it be?....Rrrrright?
Yeah, 'kay, let's give it a shot again then.*coughcough, Mario voice* let's a go!
Name: Lazarus Malicechalice
Nickname: The Five Souls
Species: TBR
Age: Unknown
Hair Color: ??
Hair Style: ??
Eye Color: green, glowing from within his helmet.
Skin Color: pale
Height: 6'16
Body Build: Athletically muscular
Clothing: Red hardleather armor with chainmail shirt, plate boots and racers along with eastern style iron helmet with pair of elk horns on the sides and a faceguard, all of the bits and pieces of his armor have been runed and they are runed well. His armor looks like it has seen it's share of fights, and taken it's share of damage during them, yet only his hands are exposed, and that's not due any form of damage, but simply because they never had any cover.
His eight swords are strapped to his armor, three swords on the each side of his waist, and his named blades in a cross on his back.
Physical Quirks: He's younglooking fellow really, atleast from his face when it's unmasked, and his armors seems to be fixated to his body, yet moving and flexing perfectly along with his movement.
Weapons: Two straight swords(one named Zombie, runed), two katanas, two scimitars and two broadswords(one named Crusader, runed).
Background: Lazzarus is known as a bountyhunter, and the only known practitioner of the eight sword style around. He has been around for a long time, capturing and executing wanted criminals, usually in public whenever it is possible that is. No one seems to know where he is actually from, he just kind of appeared one day, and from that day onward he has been, and seemingly stays around.
Extra: He's not too talkative usually. Maybe that is because no one usually dares to approach him for one reason or another, maybe it is the fact that he usually approaches people he intends to slay and collect the bounty. There is also something very eerie about him that keeps most normal people as far away from his presence as possible.
The way his Eight Swords Style works circles around two swords at the time, usually two different kind swords, the style he fights with changes along with the different combinations of the used swords. His named swords that are rumoured to be indestructible, be it true or now, he rarely uses them in something petty as he calls the bandits and criminals he hunts down.
While seeming he's simply blood- and moneythirsty hunter, he can actually, and most of the time there is rather calm person with elderly wisdom and also a bit of poet withing him, but the latter is only when the time and place is very right.
Even though he could possibly make a good leader, he works alone because subordinates are pain in the ass, according to him. Why not call them partners then would someone ask, according to him, he has yet to find someone worthy of that title.
His staightsword Zombie has perfectly balanced, sharpened and measured blade, it's hilt seems to be made out of a bone of unknown being. The sword emits malicious and threatening aura, it feels..hungry perhaps, and is rumoured to slowly kill it's carrier. This rumour has yet to be confirmed, since anyone seen wield this blade has been slain or deceaced under perfectly logical circumstances.
The broadsword Crusader has one of the sharpest blades seen yet, the whole sword has been clearly designed to cleave through light and medium armor. The blade glows slightly red and seems to be dripping, but nothing ever reaches the ground. It's hilt is simply cold steel, no special decorations there. The Crusader is said to be the sword of a protector, but in the end, a sword is what it's owner makes of it.
His style consist four main weapon combinations, he is rarely seen using two swords of same type at the same time. His main combinations are:
Sky cleaver, combination of a scimitar and a katana. During this “stance” he feocuses on fast and heavy attacks in order to break the opponent's defenses and cut him down as fast as possible.
Steadfast Demon, a broadsword and a scimitar. This is a defensive posture, when like this Lazarus will not back up one step and will only block incoming attacks, and countering after a succesfull block.
Tigerhound, katana and a straightsword. Lazarus often relies to this combination while facing multiple opponents at once. He can either start spinning a small circle, delivering a heavy blow with his straightsword to stagger the opponent and finish them with a katana, or simply fighting to two directions at the same time, aiming to finish off one opponent at the time with his straightsword.
Midnight firefly, straightsword and a scimitar. This stance only focuses on disarming opponents, with either knocking or yanking their weapons away, or then cutting their hands off with upward strike from the scimitar, while the straightsword holds the opponet locked in place. In theory atleast.
It is said that if The Five Souls rhyme, someone dies. And if he pulls out his prized swords, everything ends, but since apparently people have witnessed that, the latter is exaggeration, and it simply means that MANY people die instead of one. Now no one has ever witness him rhyme and use his swords at the same time, who knows what might happen then.
There are people who claim to know where Lazarus The Five Souls is from, what he was and how this all happened. But if one takes their time to listen to every single person claiming that, they'll soon learn that each story differs heavily, and thus is rendered near useless. Lazarus himself will not comment on that, should someone dare to approach and ask. But he might reward such bravery with the finest ale around, if there is any around that is.
His nickname The Five Souls comes from the way he fights, each time he picks up a different pair of swords the way he moves, fights and acts changes drastically, as if a completely different person would've appeared into the field of battle out of blue, while the original one would disappear.
Lazarus is also an alcohol appreciator in his own personal way, more than drinking that much himself, he usually treats others around him. Unless he finds good ale. Either way, he seems to keep perfect control of himself no matter how much he drinks, which he apparently does just for the taste.
Name: Lazarus Malicechalice
Nickname: The Five Souls
Species: TBR
Age: Unknown
Hair Color: ??
Hair Style: ??
Eye Color: green, glowing from within his helmet.
Skin Color: pale
Height: 6'16
Body Build: Athletically muscular
Clothing: Red hardleather armor with chainmail shirt, plate boots and racers along with eastern style iron helmet with pair of elk horns on the sides and a faceguard, all of the bits and pieces of his armor have been runed and they are runed well. His armor looks like it has seen it's share of fights, and taken it's share of damage during them, yet only his hands are exposed, and that's not due any form of damage, but simply because they never had any cover.
His eight swords are strapped to his armor, three swords on the each side of his waist, and his named blades in a cross on his back.
Physical Quirks: He's younglooking fellow really, atleast from his face when it's unmasked, and his armors seems to be fixated to his body, yet moving and flexing perfectly along with his movement.
Weapons: Two straight swords(one named Zombie, runed), two katanas, two scimitars and two broadswords(one named Crusader, runed).
Background: Lazzarus is known as a bountyhunter, and the only known practitioner of the eight sword style around. He has been around for a long time, capturing and executing wanted criminals, usually in public whenever it is possible that is. No one seems to know where he is actually from, he just kind of appeared one day, and from that day onward he has been, and seemingly stays around.
Extra: He's not too talkative usually. Maybe that is because no one usually dares to approach him for one reason or another, maybe it is the fact that he usually approaches people he intends to slay and collect the bounty. There is also something very eerie about him that keeps most normal people as far away from his presence as possible.
The way his Eight Swords Style works circles around two swords at the time, usually two different kind swords, the style he fights with changes along with the different combinations of the used swords. His named swords that are rumoured to be indestructible, be it true or now, he rarely uses them in something petty as he calls the bandits and criminals he hunts down.
While seeming he's simply blood- and moneythirsty hunter, he can actually, and most of the time there is rather calm person with elderly wisdom and also a bit of poet withing him, but the latter is only when the time and place is very right.
Even though he could possibly make a good leader, he works alone because subordinates are pain in the ass, according to him. Why not call them partners then would someone ask, according to him, he has yet to find someone worthy of that title.
His staightsword Zombie has perfectly balanced, sharpened and measured blade, it's hilt seems to be made out of a bone of unknown being. The sword emits malicious and threatening aura, it feels..hungry perhaps, and is rumoured to slowly kill it's carrier. This rumour has yet to be confirmed, since anyone seen wield this blade has been slain or deceaced under perfectly logical circumstances.
The broadsword Crusader has one of the sharpest blades seen yet, the whole sword has been clearly designed to cleave through light and medium armor. The blade glows slightly red and seems to be dripping, but nothing ever reaches the ground. It's hilt is simply cold steel, no special decorations there. The Crusader is said to be the sword of a protector, but in the end, a sword is what it's owner makes of it.
His style consist four main weapon combinations, he is rarely seen using two swords of same type at the same time. His main combinations are:
Sky cleaver, combination of a scimitar and a katana. During this “stance” he feocuses on fast and heavy attacks in order to break the opponent's defenses and cut him down as fast as possible.
Steadfast Demon, a broadsword and a scimitar. This is a defensive posture, when like this Lazarus will not back up one step and will only block incoming attacks, and countering after a succesfull block.
Tigerhound, katana and a straightsword. Lazarus often relies to this combination while facing multiple opponents at once. He can either start spinning a small circle, delivering a heavy blow with his straightsword to stagger the opponent and finish them with a katana, or simply fighting to two directions at the same time, aiming to finish off one opponent at the time with his straightsword.
Midnight firefly, straightsword and a scimitar. This stance only focuses on disarming opponents, with either knocking or yanking their weapons away, or then cutting their hands off with upward strike from the scimitar, while the straightsword holds the opponet locked in place. In theory atleast.
It is said that if The Five Souls rhyme, someone dies. And if he pulls out his prized swords, everything ends, but since apparently people have witnessed that, the latter is exaggeration, and it simply means that MANY people die instead of one. Now no one has ever witness him rhyme and use his swords at the same time, who knows what might happen then.
There are people who claim to know where Lazarus The Five Souls is from, what he was and how this all happened. But if one takes their time to listen to every single person claiming that, they'll soon learn that each story differs heavily, and thus is rendered near useless. Lazarus himself will not comment on that, should someone dare to approach and ask. But he might reward such bravery with the finest ale around, if there is any around that is.
His nickname The Five Souls comes from the way he fights, each time he picks up a different pair of swords the way he moves, fights and acts changes drastically, as if a completely different person would've appeared into the field of battle out of blue, while the original one would disappear.
Lazarus is also an alcohol appreciator in his own personal way, more than drinking that much himself, he usually treats others around him. Unless he finds good ale. Either way, he seems to keep perfect control of himself no matter how much he drinks, which he apparently does just for the taste.
Yeah so, no one(Kitsune*cough*) never told me if there is or is not forbidden runes around. Or have been.
wild-kitsune said
I'm doing the same, and also waiting for the PC release. Just remind yourself that it's going to look gorgeous to make up for the wait.
it better, or the preorder would be waste. Gahhh..still what, 24 days or something..
*poofs in* I beat Dark Souls two months ago, determined to do so before the Dark Souls 2 would be released last month. Well, I'm still waiting for the PC release, and I am upset as hell.
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