Searat

The Raiders of Norn

Roy was desperate. The smell of blood would easily attract more monsters to deal with and Roy was in no shape to fight another beast. It seemed like he had wandered aimlessly for hours before he saw a stable not too far from his position. Normally, Roy would have outright refused to seek refuge in such a filthy and dilapidated building such as the stable; this the farthest thing from a normal occasion. The curse was taking a toll on his senses and would soon plague him with hallucinations. Roy then decided to make his way to the stable where, hopefully, he would be able to wait out the effects. He slowly trudges along the cold and lonely path to the stable before the hallucinations begin to stir. Before him stood the image of his mother and father. Looking at him with disappointment and regret. "Roy, how could you have been so foolish? Did we not trained you to always be on your guard when you face your opponents? How could we have raised such a disappointment?" Roy winces and walks through the illusion, causing the images to dissipate into nothing. It was then he saw his wife's image, sad and lamenting. "Roy...how could you leave me?" the image gently places her hands upon her midriff. "How could you leave us? Going after fanciful tales and rumors rather than spending your last days with us. Do you even care how we feel?" The statement causes Roy to clench his hands with an almost crushing amount of force as he forces himself to ignore the illusion. He loved his family dearly, but he loved his wife more than anything in his life. Hearing this, even from an illusion, causes Roy to question if he really would find a cure here in Norn and if it was worth leaving them behind. That moment of weakness summoned hundreds of illusions, fallen comrades pleaded to why they had to die, his parents and siblings expressed disdain on Roy, and his wife pleaded to him to return home to Briston so at the very least they could bury him with a proper funeral.

Roy willed on to the stable, reassuring himself that these were mere illusions and nothing more. He was less than a horse's length to the stable when the hundreds of voices suddenly stopped. Before the entrance of the stable stood another Roy. Though it's skin was a deathly pale, revealing the blackened veins. It's eyes were nothing but pure milk white spheres, his mouth forced into a rictus grin that revealed yellowed teeth. The grotesque version of Roy let out a low, unnatural, and almost demonic voice bellowed out of the thing that looked like him and echoed as if it had another accompanying voice. "You're going to die in here..." Before it mockingly laughs at him. Roy has had enough of these illusions. He charges at his alternate self with his rapier, but hits nothing but air and causes him to stumble into the stable. As he lies on a small pile of stale hay, the illusions return and surround him. His vision fades as he passes out in the old dilapidated stable.

The Bureau of Supernatural Affairs

Well, you should post. Better we catch up to him while he is still sane.

The Bureau of Supernatural Affairs

That 'for now' is quite worrisome. I do hope we manage to catch up in time...

The Bureau of Supernatural Affairs

@Blueflame
Mason/Shadow is still kind of sane as of now, right?

Retaking the Front (40k Astra Militarum Roleplay, Currently Full)

The crash landing was by far the worst Karl had experienced, without a doubt. Not even the time an Ork stormboy had crashed into the Valkyrie transporting them could compare to this. It took him a good couple minutes before he managed to unlock his harness and unceremoniously to the floor of the lander. He fell directly onto one former comrade...well what was left of him anyway. It seemed that he was in the process of getting his harness on before the lander crashed. The sheer force of the crash combined by the improper placements of harness straps, caused a big mess. Some parts of his upper body was still secured onto his seat but the rest was was what Karl landed on. He could barely hear his own thoughts in the chaos of screams, wails of agony, clamor of surviving guardsmen, and noises produced of the destroyed lander. Smoke was also beginning to fill the lander with noxious and, most likely, toxic fumes. It seemed bleak at the time that he, along with the rest of his platoon mates, would be able to leave this metal casket.

...and as if the Emperor heard their silent pleas, the lander's ramp and emergency hatches manage to open. He grabs his gear and does his best to rush out of the lander...only to be met with the hellish landscape of the planet Molov. It was an absolute hellscape. 'Emperor preserve us.' Karl thought before the nauseating stench invaded his senses. He could hear his CO telling them to wear their respirators. Karl did not need a second order for him to affix the respirator. It took him a moment to get the respirator on, but had to remove his helmet. He secures the visored sallet to the side of his pack before gazing upon his surroundings. The battle was still raging but for the most part, they were not yet in the middle of it. The sight of several columns of black smoke rising in the distance did not help raise his spirits and the roar of cannons and explosions pushed his already diminishing spirits even lower. Though that along with the fact that they were still alive, reassured him that the heretics have yet to spot them.

That was the first good news Karl has had the pleasure of knowing. Given this small amount of respite, he did his best to take advantage of it and begin to calm himself and regain composure. The call of his CO telling the survivors to head to the back of the wrecked transport and report among other things. "Private First Class Karl Ockmann Tolzen, reporting in and ready to serve the Emperor and his Imperium!" Karl shouted. The shout bolstering his spirit and revitalizing him enough to be combat ready...and not a moment too soon. The inhumane and almost beastly howls and shrieks easily catches his attention. Karl did not know what caused those sounds, but he was sure that it was not friendly. He could hear someone crying out in Valhallan and his CO angrily talking to and reprimanding the offending guardsman. Karl was about to ignore the squabble until he heard the guardsman speak again.

"Mutants. I think they're mutants! Coming towards the lander."

Karl was still registering the statement when his CO had yelled out while a mustached Moridian Iron Guard Sargent ordered soon after.

"Fourth Company! Prepare to receive!" "Form circle and Fix Bayonets!"

Karl followed the orders to the letter. Quickly forming into a circle and raising his Iothea pattern lasgun. It was only a matter of time until the mutants got into range. One particular mutant caught the Iothean's attention. It was a grotesque and large mutant. It had abnormally pale skin that revealed its blackened veins and his body had countless sores and scars. Very large tumor-like growths upon it's back and caused it to hunch forward, forcing the mutant to support itself upon a limb that seemed to have mutated into three grotesque teethed tendrils. It had more than one set of eyes, each of which had a glint of madness and hunger. The mutant's mouth produced a bloody froth as a lengthy tongue lolled out of it's disgusting maw.

This beast was an affront to the purity of the human being. A complete and outright insult to the perfect image of humanity. That in itself was reason enough for Karl to kill the abomination, the fact that it had intent to harm those who serve the God-Emperor just solidified his right to kill it. Karl levels his lasgun and lets out an aimed shot at the center of mass. The shot hits true as the sudden intense heat caused by the laser vaporizes the blood and causes a miniature explosion. Exposed flesh was no match to the lasgun. The mutant stumbles and staggers as fist sized portion of mutated and heretical flesh was turned into a bleeding fist sized crater. It struggles to run but keeps going. Giving Karl more than enough reason to fire another shot at it's chest. Another fist sized crater appears as flesh and blood vaporizes. This time, the mutant does not get up.

Retaking the Front (40k Astra Militarum Roleplay, Currently Full)

aye, capn'.

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

@Zeroth

Ed couldn't see and hear anything. Hell, he didn't have any coherent thoughts running in his mind...but instincts were another thing. He was cold and hungry. His small and feeble body moved automatically to seek and locate his mother's warmth. It did not take long for the dire rat pup to locate his mother. Her warm body alleviated the strange cold the pup felt before. His hunger was sated by suckling upon one of his mother's teats. He was not alone, his siblings also wished to sate their hunger. The others had to struggle and squirm around before they managed to reach a teat. Ed was lucky to be near his mother, and did not need to contend with his siblings for his mother's warmth and milk. The very first days spent reincarnated were spent in the company of his 'mother' and 'siblings'. A couple of days pass by with little issue. They fed and were warmed when she was there, and squirmed about in the nest when she wasn't. The feeling when she was away was bad. Even worse than the cold. Ed hated that feeling.

Ed's senses were developed enough for him to see and hear properly. His mother had black fur that almost seemed blue and was very large in his perception. He looks around the nest and sees his siblings. Their fur varied from blue, brown, and some grays. Ed had seemed to have inherited his from his mother...kind of. He knew that his mother kept them in the nest for their own protection, but the outside sounds were just so intriguing. Even more so to a young dire rat that was very curious about his surroundings. Ed wanted to see what was outside of the nest and one day he would be able to do that. A few more days pass and Ed feels that he has mastered the fundamentals regarding how to walk and maybe even how to run. He was proud enough to say that he even knew how to jump better than majority of his siblings, maybe even almost as good as his mother!

He had waited for the time had come for everyone to sleep. He had barely managed to sneak past everyone without waking them. It was now or never, his mother and his siblings were sleeping and the time had come for him to see the world outside of the nest for the first time. Even in the short amount of time he was alive, he could easily conclude that he outside was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Even more beautiful than the first time he seen his baby sister. He froze in place. Rather than seeing a dire rat like himself in his memory, he was in a large white room with bright lights with a small hairless ape like being in the arms of a larger and older female of the same species that was laying on a bed. Beside her was a larger male, with a wide grin directed at both the female and the small one, before grinning at Ed. He spoke to him. "Don't be shy, Edward. Come say 'Hi' to your baby sister."

It was then memories flooded back. Not like a gentle trickle, but a flood of memories crashing back into his mind.
His family, his life, his death, and the deal he made were all instantaneously forced back into his mind. The pain was excruciating.

The Raiders of Norn

Maybe turn him to a toad?
After a long grueling day,
the monsters come and play.
If you give this man a ride,
those sweet monsters, will die
Bandit on the road.

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

Thank you. That's a great help, I'll try to get a post up by the end of the day.

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

I'm kind of embarrassed to say that I am having a little trouble in getting my first IC post up.
Anyone willing to help the new guy on what his first IC post should contain?